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Oh so…. I was thinking of how we say かんぱい (let’s drink) in Japanese… but forgot halfway through and drew him eating cake,,,,,,,,,,, so いただきます。。。か？

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Uh so @bulletproofscales and I did a little idea run of cheerleader Jimin ‘bulking’… so I thought…. Why not do an animation? This is my first animation ever so please be nice.

And no I didn’t feel like doing the hand ok 😭

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not my ss but what if not baby bump but just…. belly 🙂‍↕️

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Role model

warning: belly kink, weight gain kink, mutual gaining, stuffing. Wonwoo is very big, Chan is chubby.

ship: wonwoo/chan

wordcount: 2.4k

This is a sequel to a request I wrote a few days ago, which you can find here. I recommend reading that first.

Chan decided that he wanted to gain weight after accidentally picking up on some feedee habits from Wonwoo. Luckily Wonwoo is there to show him exactly what to do.

Chan and Wonwoo head to the burger place that evening. Wonwoo isn't sure if he should order the food this time and break the routine, but Chan makes the decision for him by directing him to his seat and going to the counter without any discussion.

"The trick is," Wonwoo says after Chan joins him, "to keep up a steady pace. You have to keep taking bite after bite without thinking about it. If you lose momentum, it gets harder to keep going."

"Okay," Chan says. He looks excited.

The food comes out and they get started. Chan hadn't ordered the same burger as Wonwoo, preferring to stick to his normal burger. Wonwoo understands; his order is incredibly intimidating.

The first burger is easy for Chan. He'd eaten this amount of food just a couple of days before. When he finishes he goes to order another round right away. Clearly, he's taking Wonwoo's words about not losing momentum to heart.

The second course is more difficult. Chan starts to slow only a quarter of the way in, but he doesn't stop. It's a slower momentum but it is still momentum.

Wonwoo finishes before him, and whispers quiet encouragement to Chan across the table.

Chan finishes. He's red cheeked and panting slightly, arching his back as an attempt to give his stomach more room. He looks very uncomfortable, but he has a small smile on his face. He's proud of himself.

"Good job, baby," Wonwoo says. "You've done such a good job."

Chan places a hand gently on his belly. "I've never been this full in my life. It feels so good."

Wonwoo smiles. "Now you understand how I got to this size."

Chan keeps eating massive portions throughout the week. Usually Chan only takes a granola bar for breakfast, but now Wonwoo makes him sit at the table and eat a massive bowl of cereal with him. "You need to utilise all the hours in the day to eat," Wonwoo tells him.

Chan starts takes extra leftovers to work, and eats seconds and thirds every single night at dinner. He eats dessert and snacks all the time, and starts buying himself fatty treats on the way home.

He's eating almost every hour of the day, making sure he's never hungry.

On Friday, they go back to the buffet.

"You have to try and keep up with me," Wonwoo challenges Chan. "Every time I finish a plate, you finish a plate. But tap out whenever it's getting too much for you. I have a much bigger capacity than you."

Chan looks nervous.

Wonwoo lowers his voice. "If you manage to eat five plates, you can ride me when we get home." Chan loves riding Wonwoo when he's stuffed, saying that the feeling of a massive packed tummy to grab onto and rut against while they fuck makes everything feel hotter. Chan straightens up.

"You're on."

They fill each other's plates every time they go up to another course. Wonwoo likes not being able to choose what he eats, and he thinks Chan would like it too.

The only problem with this is that Wonwoo has to stand up between each plate, which becomes harder and harder as they keep eating. Chan keeps up a steady pace, but Wonwoo can see his face get more and more red as they go.

Eventually, Chan taps out at four and a half plates. He looks at the remaining food sadly, but his face is pinched in pain.

"Better luck next time, babe," Wonwoo says.

Wonwoo makes it to 10 plates (watching Chan is incredibly encouraging). But when they go to leave, the worker tells them that there's an extra charge for the food that Chan left behind, so Wonwoo finishes that too.

They walk, or shuffle, their way out of the restaurant and Wonwoo books a ride home. "How was that?" he asks.

"You eat so quickly," Chan says, taking shallow breaths, still filled to the brim. Wonwoo puts a hand on Chan's belly to test how full he is. He's rock solid.

"You need to eat fast. There's not enough hours in the day otherwise."

"I didn't realise how much work this was."

"You did a really good job," Wonwoo says. "I'm proud of you."

Wonwoo comes home from work one day with a large chocolate cake. "We're doing a stuffing today," he announces. This will be the first time they've done a stuffing at home, and the first one that Wonwoo has explicitly called a stuffing.

Chan looks wide-eyed and excited as Wonwoo brings the chocolate cake into the living room.

It's already been cut, and Wonwoo places it in the middle of the couch and sits next to it. He passes Chan a plate.

"We're eating half each," Chan nods. There are four pieces each. "Go."

Chan starts off with his legs folded, but around the third piece has to stretch his legs out in front of him.

They both finish their four pieces quickly.

"Huh," Wonwoo says. "I'll have to buy a bigger one next time." Chan isn't stuffed enough. He needs to be slightly short of breath for Wonwoo to feel like he's actually at his limit.

Wonwoo struggles his way off the couch and goes to the kitchen. He grabs the two cartons of heavy cream they have and brings them back out.

"Drink this," he says. Chan takes it starts drinking it slowly. When he takes his first pause to breathe, Wonwoo asks him how he feels.

Chan places his hand on the curve below his belly button. "Heavy," he says. He starts drinking again. Wonwoo hands him the second carton as soon as he finishes the first.

When he finishes, he leans back against the couch and groans.

"Are you okay?" Wonwoo asks.

"Yeah." He tries to take some deep breaths. "My stomach feels so heavy. And my skin is itchy."

"That's what being stuffed feels like," Wonwoo says.

"I love it," Chan says. He pulls his t-shirt up and settles his hands on his belly. Wonwoo stares at him, taking in how sexy he looks. "I need to sleep for a week."

Wonwoo wants to lean over and kiss him on the exposed skin, but the size of his belly would get in the way, making it too difficult to do that. So he gives him a pat on the knee and starts cleaning up.

Wonwoo isn't as full as he wanted to be, but he doesn't care. Watching Chan eat that much was more than enough for him to feel satisfied.

That night, Chan doesn't wear his pyjama shirt to bed, saying that his skin is too sensitive. He lets Wonwoo massage his belly as he drifts off. He's definitely stuffed, Wonwoo thinks. Wonwoo thinks about how many times Chan did this for him, he loves how the dynamics have shifted now.

Chan follows Wonwoo's guidance well. He stuffs himself a few times a week, eats massive meals, snacks constantly and tries valiantly to keep up with Wonwoo when they go out to the buffet or restaurants. He's determined to put on weight.

After two months he outgrows his clothes. On the day that Chan goes out to buy new clothes, Wonwoo mourns; he liked seeing Chan's belly peeking out the bottom of his shirts. He liked being able to see how big Chan was all the time because of how stretched his shirt was. He liked seeing just how big Chan's ass had grown.

After three months Chan's weight starts to redistribute itself. Initially, all of the weight was going right to growing his middle. He's still mainly belly, with what looks like a hefty beer gut (even though Chan is much more of a whiskey guy), but his cheeks start to chub up, his chest softens and his thighs start to spread.

After four months his belly starts to rest in his lap and after five months he has to start spreading his legs so it has somewhere to go when he sits down. Standing up gets more difficult and Wonwoo thinks it's funny to watch Chan try and work out the easiest way to haul himself off the couch. Chan is well and truly big.

He stops being able to cross his legs entirely, which Wonwoo misses. When Chan was able to cross his legs his belly would sit on his lap looking rounder and cuter than ever. A picture of Chan sitting like that was currently his phone wallpaper. But this is just one of the parts of Chan's growing stomach, and the way his gut settled heavily between his legs was almost a better visual.

This is also this point when they have to change their regular seat at the burger restaurant. Chan tries to slide into the booth side where he usually sits and finds that his belly knocks against the table.

"Do you see why I prefer the chair?" Wonwoo asks cheekily. Chan rolls his eyes.

Wonwoo loves Chan's growing body. He'd always been into bigger guys, but for a long time that energy had been focused on getting himself bigger. Watching the subtle changes in Chan's body, and admiring him made him remember why he was so into this in the first place. He also loves how much Chan is obviously enjoying his own body and weight gain. Often, he'll walk into the bedroom and see Chan admiring himself, or jiggling his belly. He gets excited about every pound gained and every shirt outgrown. Chan picks up a habit of just absent-mindedly rubbing his belly, betraying just how comfortable with his new body he is.

Wonwoo continues to grow throughout this time too, although slower than before since they've been focused more on Chan. His underbelly starts to sag even more until no t-shirt will cover it. To be decent in public he needs to keep his shirts tucked in and holding up his hang at all times.

Chan thinks it's the best thing ever. He plays with it when he's bored and relishes the way it makes it harder to suck Wonwoo off.

Having two big people in the house makes some things harder. If they try to be in the bathroom at the same time they find it hard to manoeuvre around each other. Their bellies brush and bump into things and they have to be super careful (unsurprisingly, they both find this incredibly hot so they never try to avoid it).

Kissing gets harder. If they try and kiss after stuffing, their bellies are too swollen and bloated for them to get close enough to each other. They just bounce against each other like bumper cars. The first time this happened Wonwoo got so turned on that he fucked Chan for hours. They work out a new way to kiss where they stand next to each other and turn their heads to the side, and kissing while lying down is also a lot easier.

Chan gaining all this weight is turning out amazing.

"I have a game for us," Wonwoo announces. "I'm going to order a lot of Chinese food, and we have to race to see who can eat the most." Chan's capacity has increased a lot, so Wonwoo thinks that he might have a good chance of winning.

"You're on."

Wonwoo orders an obscene amount of food, and they set it all on the dining table when it arrives.

"Ready?" Wonwoo asks

"Let's go."

They're quiet for the next hour and a bit and they eat as much and as fast as they can. Wonwoo can see Chan growing uncomfortable, spreading his legs and massaging his tummy as he eats. Watching Chan encourages Wonwoo to eat even more, and he looks at him whenever he feels himself slowing down.

Wonwoo finds himself growing full too. His stomach groans at how much is being packed into it, but Wonwoo is used to that by now. He powers through.

When the food is finished, neither Wonwoo or Chan say anything. They're too busy panting. But Wonwoo catches Chan's eye and they both grin at each other. They're uncomfortably stuffed, stomachs stretched and groaning, skin taut and painful, but they're happy. So happy.

"Who won?" Chan asks.

"I can't tell."

Chan shrugs. "That was amazing."

Ten months after starting Wonwoo and Chan take themselves on vacation to celebrate Chan gaining 100 pounds.

Their plan is to go to a hotel and order mountains of room service and stuff each other silly, aiming to leave the suite as little as possible.

They get in and start getting settled.

"Chan, come here," Wonwoo calls.

Chan walks over to the other section of the room. In front of Wonwoo is a mirror.

"We have a full-length mirror at home."

"Not one wide enough to show both of us at the same time."

Chan's mouth drops into an 'o' of understanding.

"Take your shirt off."

When they're both shirtless, they stand side by side in front of the mirror. Wonwoo lets his eyes take in their bodies slowly.

They're both big, although Wonwoo is a lot bigger, but the weight has settled onto them in different ways. Chan's belly is taut and round, solid and firm even when he hasn't eaten for a while. It stands out proudly and prominently, drawing all attention to it. Even as he has gained more and more weight, it has retained its shape, getting even more spherical. Even the sides of his belly are rounded now, pushing his arms away from his body. He has two soft moobs which almost rest on top, swollen and soft. His thighs are thick, forcing him to stand with his legs apart.

Wonwoo, on the other hand, is a lot softer. His belly is more bottom heavy, his underhang fully covering his crotch and the tops of his enormous thighs. He's doughy as well, his whole body jiggles as he moves, making sure that everyone knows how big he is. His moobs are large and heavy, they're almost too big to hold in his hands, and they sit on top of his belly even when standing.

Chan is shorter and smaller than Wonwoo, and even with how much weight he's gain, Wonwoo still makes him look tiny.

"What do you think?" Wonwoo asks.

"We look so hot," Chan says. "Fuck."

"You've got a ways to go if you want to catch up to me."

"Do you think I can't do it?"

"Oh, I know you can."

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Ooh, maybe a Wonwoo Chan where Wonwoo is already the feedee in the pair and has gotten comfortably big but his habits rub off on Chan who starts to blow up and enjoys the weight that he's putting. Wonwoo notices and starts to encourage and feed Chan so that they both just mutually gain instead of one focusing on the other.

Ooh this is such a good idea! I hope you like this.

Ship: Wonchan

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As Wonwoo has packed on the pounds, getting him enough food has become harder and harder, but this place makes it easier.

Twice a week, Wonwoo and Chan go out to a local burger place. The burgers are massive, and not too expensive, so it's the perfect way to supplement Wonwoo's calorie intake.

They walk into the restaurant and Wonwoo immediately goes to take his seat at one of the tables while Chan goes up to order. They always sit at this same table; Chan sits on the booth side and Wonwoo sits on the other side on a chair that gives his belly pretty of space to expand. They have a routine.

Chan orders a burger for them each, always the same thing. For Wonwoo, it's the works, the largest burger they sell. For Chan, it's the chicken burger, not as big but still impressive. He also orders Wonwoo a large milkshake and himself a soft drink.

Chan comes back to the table and takes his seat. They chat idley as they wait for the food to come out.

The food is quick, and that's when the conversation stops, both of them too focused on eating to talk.

Wonwoo wolfs his down as fast as he can, and then drinks his milkshake. When he's done, he waits for Chan to finish so he can order Wonwoo another one.

Chan finishes his burger. Wonwoo is shocked. The burgers are massive. Truly enormous. Even Chan's smaller one is way bigger than average. When they started coming here five or so months ago Chan could only eat half, maybe two thirds of the burger. But now he's finished the whole thing.

Wonwoo wants to point it out but Chan goes to order Wonwoo's second meal before he can. It's another one of the massive works burgers. But this time there's a change to the routine; when the food comes out, there's a side of fries.

"What are the fries for?" Wonwoo asks.

"Me," Chan says, pulling them towards himself. "Watching you eat makes me hungry, so I had to get myself something too." He takes a big swipe of ketchup on a thick fry and sticks it in his mouth. "Eat your burger."

When did Chan develop the ability to eat so much? Wonwoo has been so focused on how much he eats and packing food into his own stomach, that he hasn't been focused on Chan. The order of fries is definitely a new thing, but how long has Chan been able to finish the burger by himself?

Wonwoo's habits have really been rubbing off on him.

Wonwoo notices something similar the next day. Chan cooks a thick, creamy pasta for dinner. When Wonwoo looks at Chan's portion, he notices for the first time how large it is.

Any portion would look small in comparison to the amount of food piled onto Wonwoo's plate, but when he looks at Chan's in isolation he realises how much Chan has been eating.

He wonders if Chan even notices.

Chan finishes his plate, and even goes back for seconds.

The same thing happens a few days later. Wonwoo is on the couch, stuffing himself with a massive heavy chocolate cake while Chan encourages him. But Chan has a slice of cake too, and in between praising Wonwoo, and encouraging to eat more, he's taking bites.

Usually, when stuffing, Wonwoo loses track of everything except the taste of the food and the satisfying feeling of his belly getting heavier and heavier, but today he forces himself to take notice of Chan.

Chan must eat at least three slices. Wonwoo's a bit miffed; that's food that he could've eaten, but at the same time, he thinks it's incredibly hot.

On Friday night, they go to a buffet. It's their favourite buffet, and they go here every week like clockwork.

Chan will deliver Wonwoo plate after plate and Wonwoo loves the feeling of losing control; of Chan deciding exactly what he has to eat and when.

But this time he pays more attention to what Chan's eating, and notices that every two or three times Chan goes up to refill Wonwoo's plate, he's refilling his own plate too.

By his count, Wonwoo eats eight plates, and Chan eats three. Three plates piled high with food.

Wonwoo's standards for what counts as a lot of food have been a bit destorted since he started consciously gaining, but he can still realise that that's a lot more food than the average person eats in one sitting.

Fuck, he's really rubbed off on Chan.

When they get home, Chan has to help Wonwoo get ready for bed. That amount of food always makes Wonwoo lethargic and clumsy, and Chan has to help him slip off his clothes, get into his pyjamas and brush his teeth. Wonwoo loves it.

Wonwoo has been gaining for around nine months now, and has put on a significant amount of weight. When he started he was around 155 pounds, but now he's more than doubled it. He has an impressive belly that has begun to droop down to cover his waist band, enormous thighs that have forced his walk to become a waddle, two chunky moobs that rest on the shelf of his belly and very chubby cheeks.

He loves the way he looks how, and Chan loves it too. Wonwoo has never felt more sexy than he does at 320 pounds.

Usually, he conks out as soon as his head hits the pillow but today he watches Chan get changed. He's noticed just how much Chan's been eating and wants to know how much his body has changed.

When Chan turns side on, Wonwoo almost gasps. Chan's belly is enormous. It's a taut dome that is impossible to ignore. Chan used to have a flat stomach so this is a massive change.

Wonwoo watches as Chan gingerly presses a finger into his side and it barely moves. He must be completely stuffed. Chan then runs a hand over the curve as he watches himself in the mirror.

Wonwoo wonders if Chan did this on purpose, or whether it was unintentional. He doesn't know which one he finds hotter.

Chan turns around a Wonwoo is given a full view of his backside. Chan has always had a nice butt, but it has definitely grown bigger. Shit, he's so hot.

Wonwoo surveys the rest of Chan's body. The stomach and the butt seem to be the only changes so far.

Chan has definitely noticed his body change, but Wonwoo doesn't know how he feels about it. He vows to bring it up to him tomorrow.

Chan slips into bed and attaches himself to Wonwoo's back. Wonwoo can feel the solid mass of his stomach pressing into his back. It feels good.

The next morning, after breakfast, Wonwoo is sat on the couch. "Chan, can you come here? I want to talk to you about something."

Chan walks over, and Wonwoo stares at his belly. It's extremely obvious through his shirt, which is almost stretched tight around the widest point. How did Wonwoo not notice it before?

Chan sits down next to him. "What's up?" His belly is almost resting on his lap.

"I noticed that you've been eating a lot more, and you've put on quite a bit of weight." Wonwoo reaches out and palms Chan's belly briefly, which even now is surprisingly solid. Chan blushes a deep red. "I just wanted to know how you feel about it?"

"Oh," Chan says. "I think at first, I didn't notice how much I was eating because anything compared to you looks small, but then I noticed this," he points to his belly, "and I actually really liked it. So I just kept eating as much as I felt like."

"I really like your belly too," Wonwoo says. He puts both of his hands back on Chan's belly and rubs small circles into it. Chan stifles a moan.

"I'm sorry for not mentioning it to you. I know you were really into the size difference between us, but it just happened."

"You have nothing to apologise for, sweetheart. It's your body, you can do what you want. And, yes, I was into our size difference, but I am also really into watching you get bigger."

"Really?" Chan asks.

"Definitely. How about this? Tonight, we can go back to the burger place, and you have to order two burgers, just like me. We can't leave until you finish them both."

Chan presses his belly further into Wonwoo's hands. "Okay," he says, breathlessly.

Wonwoo stands up and pulls Chan to his feet so they can kiss. Their bellies press into each other and Wonwoo feels a rush of arousal.

Chan with a belly is perhaps the best thing to ever happen to him.

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Raising super triplets ain't easy... (￣ω￣;)

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The background was a little rushed so I hope it doesn't ruin the overall impression, but anyway, I thought we all need some more Xie Lian-after-childbearing-pills in our lives ☺️🦋

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Last Steps

I'm watching you struggle as you try to stand up from your recliner. It's so hot, watching your out of shape body wobble and shake as you exert yourself. Huge rolls of flab quiver as you grunt and moan, struggling to lift your massive bulk. The chair groans beneath you as it bears your incredible weight. The sheer mass of your blubbery body causes everything to creak and sag and sink as you struggle with it.

You've finally made it to the point where you can barely stand up on your own. In fact, you can barely walk at all. Everything just gets so much harder to do when you're so incredibly fat. Getting dressed is a chore. Walking around is almost impossible. Even having sex is difficult, since there's so much of you to try and maneuver around.

And all that gets harder by the day. Day by day, week by week, month by month. Not to mention year after year. You just keep growing and growing and growing, and it's never going to end. Not until you're so fat that you can barely move at all.

Finally, you stand up with an labored gasp. You're struggling for breath as your heavy body tries and fails to cope with the effort of standing. Your huge, heavy belly heaves as you try to catch your breath. Sweat beads on your jiggling flesh.

Your gut hangs low and heavy as you walk, so stuffed that it feels like it's about to burst. You're sweating and panting, struggling to breathe as you waddle along, your enormous flabby ass jiggling and bouncing with every step. Your fat legs rub together, the rolls of lard on your thighs making it even more difficult to walk.

I love this shit. I love seeing you struggle like the fat, bloated pig you are. It's just so hot watching you try to move around with all that extra lard weighing you down. Listening to you moan and cry and complain about how full you are, but then begging me to feed you more anyway. There's nothing like seeing the pure lust and gluttony on your face when I feed you. Seeing how quickly and greedily and sloppily you eat, desperate for more and more and more. It's such a turn on, watching you surrender to hedonism. Seeing how much food can really stimulate you.

I always make sure you have plenty of deliciously fattening food within arm's reach. You don't even have to ask anymore. I constantly refilling your plate or bowl, making sure you don't even have to put in the effort of getting more. I want you to spend every last ounce of energy you have on eating, getting bigger and fatter and lazier.

I keep your belly constantly stuffed to bursting with calorie-rich food. It is constantly distended and painfully bloated, gurgling and groaning as it works to process your constant feasting. Your appetite seems to have no limit and you're always begging me to feed you more and more. You're so insatiable, so ravenous. You can't get enough. I love running my hands over your soft, flabby body. Feeling the sheer mass of it, the pure thickness and heaviness and jiggliness. I love squeezing and pinching and kneading, seeing how soft and flabby and pliable your fat body is. I love seeing how much my touches affect you, how much pleasure and embarrassment and shame and arousal my caresses cause.

I know you love this as much as I do. You can't deny how turned on you get whenever I feed you. How excited you are whenever I tell you to eat more. How wet your pussy gets when you've eaten so much that you can barely breathe. You can't deny how your overburdened heart pounds in your chest whenever you shove something new into your greedy mouth. You can't deny the pleasure you get from feeling your body expand. The pleasure you get from becoming fatter and heavier. I want to see you completely surrender yourself to gluttony and sloth. I want to see you turn yourself into a fat, bloated mess, unable to do anything but sit there and eat and you're so close.

Really, it didn't take long for you to pass the point of no return, did it? The moment you became so morbidly obese that you had trouble breathing and moving around without assistance, the moment when you realized that it would soon be impossible to stop gaining weight… those were the turning points. That was where you gave up trying to control yourself, and gave into the temptation of growing fatter and fatter and fatter. Now you've grown so huge that it's practically impossible to walk anywhere. You need help just getting up off your fat ass to stand up. It's hard to breathe even sitting down. And you're going to continue to grow until you're so obese that you're barely recognizable as a human being anymore.

Your fattened, helpless body is covered in cellulite, stretchmarks, and heavy rolls of fat. Every inch of you is soft and plump and jiggly. Your arms and legs are thick and heavy, covered in flab. Your ass is enormous, a huge, jiggling, wobbly mass. Your hips and thighs are thick and flabby, with deep, sagging creases. Your belly is huge and bulging, a huge, sagging, flabby mound. Your face is round and wide, with a thick, double chin and heavy jowls. You're the very picture of obesity.

The transformation has been so incredible. Seeing your body inexorably become larger and heavier and softer. Seeing the weight pile on and the fat accumulate. Watching the cellulite spread and the stretchmarks multiply. Seeing the rolls and folds sag and grow heavier and larger. It's been a wonderful process.

You stop, leaning against the wall for support, wheezing and gasping for breath. You're so out of shape, so overweight, that even this short walk has left you exhausted. Your huge belly aches and gurgles, stuffed full of food. You feel like you're about to explode. You reach down and rub it, soothing the pain.

Your fat body will never recover from the damage you've caused to yourself, not at this point. There is no point in trying to make yourself better. You are far too heavy and far too fat. No diet or workout program could possibly save you now. Not that you care anymore anyway. All you want is more food, more calories… More fat.

Even if you try to deny it we both know you've always dreamed of being this fat, and now that you are, you just can't stop stuffing yourself with fatty foods. Not that you'd really want to stop. After all, you love it. You love the feeling of being bloated and stuffed after I feed you. You love feeding your growing flesh as your bloated body takes up more and more space.

Making you this fat and out of shape has been a dream come true for me. Watching you turn yourself into a lazy, slovenly, indulgent pig has been the most erotic thing ever. Seeing the way your body has swelled and fattened and grown, how the sheer excess of lard has taken control of you, is incredibly arousing. Seeing your huge, obese, useless body makes me want to caress it and squeeze it and nibble it and lick it. And hearing how out of breath you've gotten as the excess lard strains your decadent physique has been an incredibly sexy sign of my success.

I really love how your body has turned out, its such a perfect example of your gluttonous lifestyle. The way your belly has swelled and grown to absurd proportions, the way your breasts have become massive, soft, sagging sacks of fat hanging off your chest, the way your arms and legs have thickened and become heavy with lard, the way your ass has exploded with size, and the way your face has softened and grown rounder and wider. Every part of your body is soft and flabby, covered in cellulite and stretch marks. Every part of your body is testament to your gluttony, your indulgence.

I love hearing how heavily you breathe and how labored it gets after even minimal exertion, as your poor, obese body has trouble dealing with its own size. Seeing the sweat dripping down your flabby body.

Suddenly, you feel me grabbing you from behind. I wrap my arms around your enormous gut, squeezing and rubbing. Your flab gives way beneath my hands, jiggling and wobbling. You moan in pleasure, as my hands explore your blubbery body.

"You're such a good pig," I whisper in your ear, as my hands move up to your fat tits. I grab hold of them and give them a squeeze, making you squeal.

"Good piggy," I walk over and pat your heavy belly, making you moan. "Getting fat and lazy just the way I like,"

You're out of breath, still panting.

"Look how out of shape you are," I tease, giving the soft folds of your triple chin a pinch. You're a mess, bloated, slovenly, and increasingly helpless. You've been gorging your enormous body non-stop on every fattening and high calorie food I could find for months now and I must say I am very pleased with the results. Your body has gotten so incredibly soft, covered in rolls upon rolls of flab and a real delight to touch.

As long as you keep stuffing food into your belly, I will keep filling it with everything you crave. Every last calorie of delicious food. All I ask in exchange is that you remain my obedient, fat little pet. That you stay here and eat everything I feed you, that you fill up on all the sugary snacks and decadent meals, that you keep growing fatter and softer.

Because I love feeding you, I love fattening you up. But most of all, I love seeing how much you love it. How horny it makes you to get fatter and fatter. How excited you get each time you shove something new into your greedy, plump face. The look on your face when you outgrow some other piece of clothing or furniture. How you're loving every second of your newfound gluttony. You're so eager to grow fatter, you can barely wait to put more food in your mouth. You can't get enough, you need more, you want more, you deserve more. And I will gladly give it all to you… and more.

You're so close to being immobile, and I know how you can't wait for that. What a decadent life it would be. A life in which the only effort you have to expend is eating and drinking. Where your entire existence is pure gluttony. A life where all your energy is focused on getting fatter. Just imagine how hot it will be when you're so fat that you can't even get out of bed. When you can't even move. When you can barely breathe.

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Try it on for size (JinKook)

“Come on honey,” Jin cooed from behind him, laying his warm palm on the bottom of Jungkook’s belly where he knew he was extra soft. Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek, staring at the way his boyfriend’s hand always cupped his tummy perfectly. Jin fingered the two sides of his open jeans where a soft bulge of creamy skin that framed his navel was pushing out, looking even more plump than before he had tried to pull up the pants. His rounded waist sat atop the denim like he was a muffin spilling out of the liner. Jungkook gulped as Jin lovingly rubbed all of the extra pounds that Jungkook had filled in with.

“Let hyung help,” Jin hummed in his ear, and Jungkook nodded even as he shivered with pleasure at their reflection in the mirror. Jin grabbed each end of his pants and tugged, pulling them tightly over the swell of his belly. Jungkook sunk back into Jin’s chest and whined. There was no way these were going to fit.

“That’s it, just relax, baby,” Jin’s chest was so solid against his back, keeping him firmly in place. Jungkook gulped again, wanting to drool at the way that the thick roll of pudge connecting his love handles to the front of his belly jiggled as Jin failed to button the pants.

“T-try again,” Jungkook croaked, licking his lower lip as Jin smirked behind him.

“It will only work if you suck in, chubby.” Jungkook’s cheeks felt hot as he nodded, and tried his hardest to suck his tummy in. It was almost comical how the soft pooling of fat only contracted a few centimeters. Jin laughed, but tugged again, biting the denim into Jungkook’s waist and making him whine. He wanted to exhale so badly and let his belly relax back into place where it was cradled, comfortably fattened in Jin’s hands.

His hyung somehow managed to tug and secure the button on his pants, and Jungkook let the air rush out of his lungs. His middle pudged out, rolling over the top of the tiny high-waisted jeans, and stretching the denim tight so it was clear that there was a load of belly inside. His cheeks heated as Jin managed to zip up the jeans, just barely, and he began pinching at the softness spilling out of the top.

“How much do you think I need to feed you for these to pop open?” Jin almost purred, and the deep lilt of his accent coming through made Jungkook blush. He answered honestly.

“Not much. I already feel like I’m going to burst out of them if I breathe too deeply.” He brought his own palm up to the swell of plush weight inside of his jeans, and he poked it. Jungkook grinned at how soft and round he was. “I've gained a lot. I’m fattening so well, hyung.”

Jin did growl this time, groping Jungkook’s sides as he sunk in his fingers.

“You are, bunny. So well. At this rate, these won’t fit by next week.”

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Be Good and Pop Your Buttons

This is a continuation of SBT Little Bite #14

I have never written anything like this before, but this idea has been on my mind constantly so I decided to try it. I hope you like it because I am very nervous to stray from my soft brand lol! 😅

Read here or on AO3!

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Taehyung held open the door for his husband, knowing that Jimin was more than ready to be home.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Jimin's hands found his belt to unbuckle it and unbutton his pants.

"I knew I shouldn't have worn these jeans to dinner," he complained while trying to give his stomach more room.

Jimin took a deep breath as he unzipped his jeans, pulling the sides down and finally relaxing his body. His belly rounded out in the v of his pants with red lines showing the evidence of the constricting pressure he just released.

"I agree, baby, you look much better like this," Taehyung said as he sidled up behind his husband and rubbed his hands over Jimin's midsection.

Leaning back into his husband's chest, Jimin tilted his head to press a few kisses along Taehyung's jawline.

"A little warning that we were going to KBBQ would have been nice. I could've eaten more if I wore the right outfit," Jimin pouted.

Taehyung smirked, always enticed by his husband's impressive appetite. "Well...seems like you have more room now. How about a little dessert, my love?"

Jimin smiled, relishing the warm sensation of Taehyung's hands on his skin. He assumed the other was implying a trip to their bedroom as dessert, however, his smile grew wider when his husband stepped away to retrieve a variety box of sweet mochis.

"Oh, you meant literal dessert?" Jimin replied with a giggle, knowing that Taehyung must've planned it all along. He could not recall the family-size box of mochi in their fridge the last time he opened it.

Taehyung raised his brow as he opened the box, making his first selection to feed his husband. "Of course, don't you know that dessert is a two-course meal in this house, Minnie?"

Jimin threw his head back as he laughed, getting cut off by the feeling of pillowy mochi on his lips. He took a lewd bite of the chewy dessert, bringing Taehyung's thumb into his mouth alongside the sweet treat.

Taehyung dragged him in for a heated kiss, tasting the strawberry flavor on his husband's lips. "Let's go get you out of these clothes, baby. You aren't going to need them when I'm done with you."

Grabbing his husband’s hand, Taehyung led Jimin to their bed, laying him back in the middle after slipping his jeans off. He ended up leaving his husband's shirt and boxers on because he loved the sight of tight clothes of Jimin's stuffed belly.

Although he had complained about his outfit, Jimin still managed to put away a decent amount of food at the restaurant. He had digested quite a bit on their way home, but he was still bloated enough to see the evidence of his big dinner.

The box of decadent mochis sat on the nightstand while Taehyung dug through the drawer below, pulling out a long strip of satin fabric. He climbed up on the bed, resting on his knees beside Jimin.

"Arms up, baby," he whispered, wrapping the fabric around the top of their headboard to bind his husband's wrists above his head. The mixture of the silky touch and anticipation brought chills across Jimin's arms.

Taehyung leaned down and brought Jimin into a heated kiss, enjoying the taste of lingering sugar on his husband's lips from his earlier bite in the kitchen. "You're going to be good for me, right, Minnie? I don't want a single bite left in this box."

Jimin nodded, already a little breathless from seeing the tray of eight dense desserts with only one spot empty so far. "'M always good for you."

"Yes, you are, baby, but you know you have to show me," Taehyung replied, adjusting Jimin's shirt so it was pulled down over his stuffed middle. He realized his husband had chosen a shirt with nice little pearl snap buttons which only upped the stakes. "I need to see you lose at least one of these buttons, my love. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," Jimin let out, voice already gravelly with arousal at the thought. These nights were his favorite - impromptu stuffings always turned out to be the best for them.

Taehyung brought the box onto the bed beside him and picked one that look like it was matcha flavored. Jimin opened his mouth and accepted the entire mochi in one bite.

Jimin relaxed back into the pillows, letting his husband feed him at a steady pace - Taehyung's big, warm hands on him while he chewed each one.

At some point, Jimin closed his eyes and just let himself be fed and massaged at Taehyung's will. He lost count after only a few and couldn't find it in himself to care how many there were as long as he hit the goal expected of him.

His stomach started to feel tight, the fabric of his shirt stretching across his skin so taut that he could feel the press of the metal buttons against him. 

After swallowing the bite in his mouth, Jimin panted a bit - hoping the deep breaths would help him encourage at least one button to loosen.

When he opened his eyes, Jimin saw Taehyung smirking at him as his husband knew all the little tricks. Taking in his belly, he also realized he was getting close. The gluttonous rice flour in the mochi really helped his bloat.

With a tinge of disappointment, Jimin noticed that the mochi tray was empty which meant he hadn't managed to do it. They weren't particularly into punishment, but it still lessened the satisfaction.

Just as he considered asking Taehyung for a bubbly drink or possibly some ice cream they must've had in the freezer, his husband pulled the empty tray out of the box, tossing it aside and revealing another tray of eight mochis hidden below the first.

"I hope you have more room, baby. I told you, at least one button," Taehyung said as he palmed Jimin's belly and gave it a strong shake.

Jimin threw his head back, moaning deeply from his chest. The heavy weight of food in his stomach jostled around, bringing up a little air that he let out in muffled belches. "More, Tae, please."

"As you wish, my love," Taehyung replied, grabbing two mochis and squishing them into Jimin's mouth. He picked up a bit of filling that slipped out of his husband's lips with his thumb, licking it off with a sensual gaze. "You taste lovely, Minnie."

The next three more went by in a blur, Jimin in a complete haze - feeling as though he was being edged without Taehyung even bringing a hand lower than his belly button.

Now the panting was out of necessity, quickly running out of room as his stomach was still confined by his shirt. Jimin swore the mochis on the bottom tray were bigger than the previous round he ate.

"Touch me, Tae, please," Jimin begged, slightly tugging against the binding fabric on his wrists. Somehow, he had completely forgotten that his arms were tied up, startling himself when he couldn't reach for his own belly.

"Ah, ah, my love. No button, no reward. Now open up," Taehyung replied, giving Jimin no time to respond as he filled his mouth with yet another rich bite. "Two more left."

Jimin groaned, chewing slowly as he was starting to reject the thick, sweet treats. His stomach was protesting him as well - he honestly didn't know how at least one button hadn't slipped apart yet.

Deciding to try adding a little spice to the moment himself, Jimin tightened his stomach a bit, not that he could suck in much. He was going to finish these last three mochis and then take a nice deep breath.

If he could get two buttons at once, Jimin knew that Taehyung would give him the best orgasm of his life.

Taehyung watched as Jimin fought through the last bites of the box. He had hoped that his husband would push himself when he picked up the premium dessert box on his way home that afternoon, but he was feeling a little surprised that they were gone in one sitting.

There was a clear indent below the fabric of his tight shirt from the waistband of Jimin's boxers digging into his taut stomach. Tempted to bring the band down below his belly, Taehyung stopped himself knowing that the pull would probably release at least the bottom button of his shirt.

With a gentle prod, Taehyung felt that even the lowest part of Jimin's belly which was typically the softest part of him was getting firm - his entire middle rounding out from the amount of dense dessert filling his stomach.

Taehyung wasn't sure if Jimin even realized he was doing it, but his husband was letting out quiet groans throughout the last two bites as if he was physically fighting himself to get them down. He felt a shiver run down his spine, overwhelmed with his attraction to Jimin.

There was already skin peeking through two gaps in Jimin's shirt as the last bite went down, the buttons holding on for dear life. After finally swallowing the final bit of sweet filling, Jimin mumbled, "Shit, Tae, so full."

"I know, baby, I can tell. Try to take a deep breath for me," Taehyung encouraged, desperate to get his hands on his husband but holding himself back.

Jimin nodded, trying to ignore the tingling in his fingers as his heavy torso weighed him down. He tilted his head forward to get a look at himself and started to breathe in through his nose, filling his belly with air and feeling the slight pinch of his diaphragm working against his stuffed stomach.

They both watched as the two buttons at the roundest part of his stomach started to stretch farther. Jimin continued, taking one of the deepest breaths he had ever taken until they finally flung apart - one after the other, exposing the smooth skin below. 

Taehyung’s hands were on Jimin’s stomach in an instant as they both let out resounding moans at the sight. He spread his fingers across his tight belly, flinging the other buttons apart to gain full access to the beautiful sight below.

After his husband’s shirt was laying by his sides, fully open, Taehyung brought his waistband down to reveal a rigid, red line across Jimin’s skin.

Snapping the band below his stuffed middle, Taehyung watched in satisfaction as Jimin’s belly jiggled - his husband letting out a sigh from the relieved pressure followed by a sharp gasp from the elastic smacking his taut skin.

Without the constricting fabric and the encouraging push from below, his belly expanded even more, protruding up from his abdomen.

“Was good, sir, please,” Jimin mumbled, nearly incoherent with the overwhelming sensations and impending sugar coma. 

Taehyung smiled and placed a few open-mouth kisses across Jimin’s belly, giving a new little pink stretchmark some extra attention. “You were so good, baby, perfect for me.” 

Jimin tugged against the fabric around his wrists, desperately wanting to get a feel of his own hard work. “Please…”

“Please what, Minnie?” Taehyung continued, teasing the waistband of Jimin’s boxers. 

“Need you, Tae,” Jimin breathed out, moaning when he felt his stomach fight back against his husband’s firm press. 

Taehyung started to bring his hand lower, relishing in the sweet sounds he could bring from his husband’s lips. He reached up with his other hand and released the tie-up on the headboard, smirking when hands joined him on Jimin’s taut middle and sounds of self-satisfaction filled their bedroom. 

Pulling Jimin into a deep kiss, Taehyung loved his sweet taste. He kept them wrapped up until they had to come up for air, Jimin panting into Taehyung’s mouth from their intense effort. 

“Touch me, Taehyung, please,” Jimin begged once again, near tears for his husband’s touch. 

Taehyung straddled him, pressing his slim abdomen against his husband, further emphasizing Jimin’s absolutely stuffed gut. He rested his weight against him for a moment, enjoying the guttural moan that escaped Jimin’s lips and taking note that they needed to do this more often.

“With pleasure, my love.”

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HAPPY VALENTINE’s DAY 😤🙏🏼 here’s a cute little hwa in lingerie 💖❤️ a little birdie brought this idea to my attention and i was like “oh…yeah…NEED”

call me an academic failure the way i did this instead of writing my two essays 😆🔫

idk why i draw my dudes so bottom heavy but hey ! i am not complaining ! thick thighs save lives!

anyways ugh i love hwa so much he is the loml, he’s so gorgeous and lovely and cutie and beautiful and spectacular and show stopping and incredible and yeah <3

(i’m taking korean rn .. so don’t mind my practicing on the side 😝)

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one where hongjoong is like stuffed to the brim and trying to rub his tummy to soothe the pain and ends up bursting a button when he tries to push his pants down and gets really embarrassed about it

this was such a fun req thank you so much !!! i am such a sucker for button popping and a sucker for hongjoong soooo this was perfect lol

art style try being consistent challenge impossible … anyway this is lowkey getting me back into the swing of fulfilling requests, so thank u once again bestie 😍🙏🏼

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i'd love to see anything ur willing to share!

Sure!! Here's a short wip I began in the summer!

Office Piggy

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It was your first day of your office job. Two years of college led to you dropping out. And somehow through the very little connections you had, you got a part time office job. The work was easy, and the pay was too good to be true.

When you got the email you held back from responding until you got a phone call from the manager confirming it wasn’t a scam.

Forty dollars an hour wasn’t too shabby for a part time job.

After walking into the building from the parking lot you learned you left your lunch in your car.

“What a great way to start the day.” You sarcastically mutter to yourself. Once you check your wallet you find a twenty dollar bill and hope it’s enough to buy something quick near by.

On the drive you noticed a lot of fast food areas around. There wasn’t one street that wasn’t filled with signs advertising greasy meals. It’s just another thing you pushed off. That and along with how everyone looks. There isn’t one skinny person, even the janitors are plump.

You once again don’t think much about it. As you get deeper into the building, everyone is so kind, and small talk is easier than it normally is.

The CEO comes down to introduce himself. He holds onto your hand longer than expected.

“We’re so lucky to have you y/n. Tulip Enterprises loves having new members join our staff! You’ll love it here!” You were a little uncomfortable after this interaction. That feeling remained when you were directed to your cubicle. You were in the middle of two fat and middle aged workers who grinned while looking at your tight waistline.

You never considered yourself a health nut. But health was something you always attempted to keep track of. It must be because of your parents who were overweight and died of obesity. They didn’t care about a thing about their health, even when they were laying on their deathbeds.

You’re an only child, and all your other relatives are out of the country or dead.

Your parents always fed you the crabbiest meals, that were always slobbered with grease. You were a fat kid, and didn’t think otherwise. Not until you were bullied to the point that you joined sports and began caring about the food you are. Now in adulthood, food is nothing but nutrition and not pleasure.

The day goes by pretty standard. Making copies and organizing files were enough to keep your head straight. The ladies near your desk would occasionally glance over to stare at your tight figure. You were wearing a white button up with a black pencil skirt and matching heels. Your hair was up in a tight bun leaving your face on full display.

When it was lunch time the once quiet space was full of clatter. People were crowding the elevators to go downstairs to the gigantic break room. Strangely it fit everyone perfectly and still had room.

You politely fought your way towards the rows of tables that were filled with an assortment of foods. One table had carbs; sandwiches the side of your head. Different kinds of pastas, some you’ve never seen before.

There were two–no three tables of desserts. The loud humming of the ice cream machines caught your eyes. There were a few dozen of full size sheet cakes. Each of your coworkers were fighting over food, food that seemed to keep coming.

After scanning some more tables of food, you took note of how there wasn’t a fruit nor vegetable in slight. There were strawberries, but they were covered in chocolate. You settled on grabbing one of the yard high sandwich, and a bottle of what appeared to be water. You took your meal back to your cubicle. The lunch break lasted two hours which right now seemed like a blessing and a curse.

You did notice that after eating your sandwich that you were still hungry. It was almost like you didn’t eat. You were embarrassed to walk back to the elevator and then back into the still loud break room.

The fighting stopped but everyone was seating down with their hands on their very swollen stomachs. The women who came in with skirts had them lowered. The men with their button ups and pants, had unbutton and unbuckled them. The women that were seated at your desk were hiccuping and frowning.

But some people who were wearing miserable faces stood up and went back for more food. You watched from the doorway, how all these people who were just moaning while clutching their stomachs were up again to fill them. You were entranced and couldn’t move. Your stomach growled once more and it was almost like something was forcing you to walk towards the tables of food.

You filled your plate with the greasy burgers, and huge sandwiches, and slices of cake. You got another bottle of water. For the first time since your childhood you ate the shitty food, and enjoyed it. And when your skirt got tight, you used the free hand that wasn’t shoving food into your mouth to free your orb of a stomach. There were red angry lines marking your stomach. It ache with the food you forced in. But you didn’t stop.

All that mattered was the food in your hands. It seemed like you weren’t fast enough to satisfy your overwhelming hunger. You began to feel pain, not from being full but from your stomach growing.

When that second plate was empty, you went for thirds, and then fourths. All the food was always accompanied by a bottle of water.

The water was perfectly chilled and it refreshed you on the way down. As your stomach grew, so did your hunger. The pain kept getting stronger. You let out some moans from the lack of food on your plate again.

You didn’t waste a second to breathe.

After your sixth plate, you began to wind down.  And you settled on finishing your two milkshakes. Your free food covered hand was placed on your gargantuan stomach. It was like a giant beach ball.

“There’s no way this skirt is ever fitting me again.” You sighed as your stomach began to digest all the crap you forced down. Deep down you knew once your stomach was empty again, you’ll be back to work tomorrow to do it all over again.

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Literally OBSESSED WITH THIS!!

can i get jihoon being fed gently/softly with lotsss of body worship even though he’s rly big and messy 🥹🩷

Cheesecake

"You like it?" Soonyoung smiled as he gently pressed a slice of cheesecake into Jihoon's mouth. He had already had two slices. His face was still messy from his large dinner and now his chest was littered with crumbs.

Jihoon nodded and adjusted his position a little, sending a wave of jiggles and swaying throughout his large, fattened body. Soonyoung marveled at the sight, bringing a hand up to his belly continue to the ripples of flesh.

"So big," he noted, smoothing his hand over the flesh. "Almost 450 pounds," he mused, delighting in the way that Jihoon's cheeks reddened at the reminder. He picked up another piece of cheesecake and pressed it to Jihoon's lips. He devoured it in three bites.

"Your belly is so gorgeous," Soonyoung said, letting his feeding hand travel down to the impressive belly below. It split into two large rolls, the lower one larger and pushing almost down to his knees in his sitting position. He grabbed a bit of the larger role and shook it, watching as the rest of Jihoon's body began to sway. He moved his hands up to his chest and squeezed. "Your tits too," he said, breathlessly. "You've gotten so big for me," he cooed.

"Want to-" Jihoon finished chewing and caught his breath, "get bigger."

"I know you do," Soonyoung said, pleased. He let go of his breast and reached over to squeeze his pillowy arm. "You're so good at getting fattened up. I'm surprised your arms have gotten this big considering how much food you've been shoveling into your mouth," he said lovingly before pausing and coming to a new conclusion. "Although, recently, I've been feeding you more, haven't I?"

Jihoon blushed and brought a hand to his belly. Soonyoung smiled and reached for another slice of cheesecake. He held it up to the man's mouth and watched him eat it voraciously. More crumbs landed on his chest and there were smears of cheesecake around his lips.

"There's a lot less cleaning up to do when I feed you," Soonyoung teased. "You get so messy when you're stuffing your own face." Jihoon reddened even further and accepted the next slice of cheesecake. "But I love seeing how messy you get. It shows how greedy and desperate you are for your food." He smiled devilishly and brought a hand to Jihoon's thigh.

"Your thighs have been getting so big lately," he said, gripping it and feeling his fingers dig into the doughy flesh. Jihoon's breaths were getting shallow, signaling that he was getting full. There were three more slices left.

"Getting full, fatty?" He asked sweetly. Jihoon nodded and brought a chubby hand up to his belly, letting out a soft burp. Soonyoung hummed, liking the action.

"I'll tell you what," he said. "Finish off this cheesecake, get as messy as you want, and I'll run you a nice hot bath. Deal?"

Jihoon looked up at him and nodded. He reached forward and look a slice with his hand and shoved it into his mouth without grace. Cheesecake smeared his hands and cheeks. He used each hand to grab the last two slices and shoved them into his mouth. He let out a soft moan as he slowly chewed, pushing the food into his mouth. He was a mess now. Soonyoung smiled. He got up and walked into the bathroom and began to draw a bath.

He walked back into the bedroom and found Jihoon, messy and waiting, on the bed. He looked shy and Soonyoung smiled. He'd need some help getting out of bed after getting so full.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Soonyoung said, extending his hands out to help Jihoon up. It took a couple tries but he was soon standing and waddling his way towards the bathroom.

Once he was in the large tub, Soonyoung used a washcloth to wipe his face and then get in between every roll on the man's body. Jihoon sat back and relaxed as his boyfriend cleaned and praised him. This, he thought, was absolute bliss.

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Thank you for reading!

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Hi there! This is my list of things i’m totally normal about…as u can see most of them at bursting (hehe)!

For now i’m focusing on the seventeen fandom, but i have drafts for Klance, certain men’s ice hockey ships, and some original works! I’m a flexible weirdo!

A new thing i want to try to paid commissions, i’m still working out the details but email dm me if you’re interested!

I have SERVAL mpreg fics all posted on my ao3, if anyone into that! Dm me and i’ll send you my page! it’s mainly Klance!

As always, ask me anything!