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chubbykpop · 5 years ago

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Banana Split

fuck it fat jin. also tw // some vague talk abt body image issues/dieting

“Jin?”

Seokjin looks up from his banana split sundae and then freezes, nearly dropping the spoon in his grasp.

“Yoongi?”

“It‘s been a while,” Yoongi says. He gestures to the empty chair opposite Seokjin at the table. “Mind if I sit?”

“Go ahead.” Yoongi does, immediately slouching as he settles in. Seokjin tries to smile, but it feels like more of a grimace. He rests his spoon into the ice cream dish. “What have you been up to?”

“Been working on writing movies and shit. Livin‘ the dream. You?”

Well.

Seokjin‘s sitting in a little ice cream parlor that‘s miles and miles away from his hometown. He‘s eating a gigantic banana split (or was, really, seeing as the shock of running into Yoongi somewhat sapped his appetite), and he‘s much, much bigger than he was in high school—than he was when he last interacted with Yoongi.

“I‘m an attorney,” he says. I went through a really bad breakup and I used food to cope, he doesn‘t say.

But lovely Yoongi, lovely but acerbic Yoongi, has made no indication that he noticed Seokjin‘s substantial weight gain. “You always did love arguing,” Yoongi muses, punctuating the thought with a laugh. “Bet you‘re the most annoying attorney in town.”

How bold it is, Seokjin thinks, that Yoongi talks exactly as they did when they were best friends—years and years ago. “I‘m the best attorney in town, actually,” he retorts. “Do you write those shitty Hallmark films?”

Yoongi laughs, Seokjin laughs. They calm and just look at each other for a weird minute. “Nothing‘s changed, has it?”

It almost seems like a joke, considering that Seokjin is easily twice the size he was the last time they bantered like this. But the look in Yoongi‘s eyes is mirthful, his smile is sincere, and, in this moment, something long dormant blooms within Seokjin.

They don‘t talk about it.

Ever since their chance encounter at the ice cream parlor, Yoongi and Seokjin have been spending a lot of time together.

It all began with one spontaneous night, where Yoongi had asked Seokjin if he‘d wanted to grab dinner over text. They‘d gone to get burgers, cheap and easy, though—much as he did at the ice cream parlor—Seokjin found himself self-conscious when he was near Yoongi, particularly when food was involved. This, of course, is a foreign sensation; Seokjin is nothing if not unapologetically himself, taking up a vast amount of space both literal and figurative. But Yoongi—with Yoongi, it‘s different.

Perhaps it‘s the feelings Seokjin held for Yoongi in high school—more specifically, their reappearance. All it took was one meager chance conversation to reignite the spark that he had long since doused in distance.

Yoongi has yet to mention Seokjin‘s body—as it should be, probably, but something about the silence sets Seokjin on edge. Is Yoongi silently judging him? Seeing as all of their excursions thus far have included food and eating in some way, shape, or form—maybe. But maybe not.

Seokjin comes a little bit closer to the answer when they go out for Mexican food.

“I‘ve been trying to go to the gym,” Yoongi says, dipping a tortilla chip in salsa before biting it with a satisfying crunch. “I‘m interested in what it‘s like to not be a fucking twig. I look like I‘m twelve.”

Seokjin laughs. “I mean, the height‘s not helping.” He dips a couple of chips in queso and stuffs both of them in his mouth—he‘s grown a bit more comfortable with being a glutton around his crush. “Remember when the hall monitor thought you were in middle school?”

“Yeah, now I do,” Yoongi growls, but it has no bite. “That was like, the worst thing to ever happen to me in high school. And that one fight I lost.”

“Because you were too small?” Seokjin snorts.

“Yeah,” he says, more dejected this time. “But I was so close! If that fucker had been a couple of inches shorter I would‘ve won, easy.” He sighs. “You‘re lucky, Jin. You‘ve always been big.”

As if registering what he just said, Yoongi freezes, eyes widening. Seokjin freezes, too, and pulls his hand away from where it was hovering near the bowl of tortilla chips in the middle of the table.

“Fuck, Jin—I mean like, tall. And your shoulders—“

“No, it‘s fine,” Seokjin says softly. “I got fat.” Conflicting emotions swirl around in his bloated stomach. He takes a look at Yoongi‘s now-apologetic expression and huffs a small laugh, more just a puff of air than anything. “I‘m actually surprised you didn‘t bring it up sooner.” Then, he runs a hand down his massive flabby belly, stroking it. He‘s not sure why he does it, as it‘s a somewhat awkward action, especially when performed in a public place. “It‘s a lot.”

Yoongi glances down at Seokjin‘s hand as its movement causes the mass to jiggle, but he resituates his gaze onto Seokjin‘s face just as quickly. “It‘s not a big deal.”

“But you feel bad for acknowledging it.”

“Well—“ Yoongi says, “that‘s a total asshole thing to do.”

“But you are an asshole,” he jokes. His hand rests still on his gut, and he can feel the machinations of his digestive system. Although he‘s taken the liberty of eating over half of the chips and all of the queso, he‘s still starving.

“Yeah. But y‘know, it really doesn‘t matter. I don‘t give a fuck whether someone‘s fat or thin or whatever. It‘s what‘s on the inside that counts.”

“Wow,” Seokjin says, fake-swooning, “a true gentleman.”

Yoongi kicks his foot under the table, which instigates an oddly intense game of footsie that leaves Seokjin a little breathless by the time their meals arrive.

Their meals are both very different—Seokjin‘s got pollo con queso, which is a deep-fried monstrosity smothered in creamy sauce and cheese, plus he ordered two beef tacos and a burrito a la carte. Yoongi, on the other hand, has chicken fajitas. It‘s got a ton of vegetables in it and, much to Seokjin‘s chagrin, Yoongi doesn‘t even eat the tortillas provided with it.

“If you‘re not going to eat the tortillas then you should give them to me,” Seokjin whines after he‘s polished off his entire meal, side of beans and rice and all. “I‘m still hungry. Friends don‘t let friends starve.”

“Who said we were friends,” Yoongi says as he scoots the basket of rolled-up tortillas toward Seokjin. “Are you just gonna eat them plain?”

Seokjin, whose face is already stuffed with tortilla, answers with a muffled yes.

When they‘re ready to leave, Seokjin discovers that he‘s a bit fuller than he thought; it takes some effort to stand from his seat since his distended stomach is practically pinning him down. Then, when he gets into Yoongi‘s car, he has trouble clicking his seatbelt into place—his ass is wide and his reach is limited.

“Here,” Yoongi says after he gets in the driver‘s seat and starts the car. He leans over the console and takes the buckle from Seokjin before clicking it into place, his hands briefly brushing over the fat folds in Seokjin‘s side. The lighting in the car is dim—it‘s nighttime and only the streetlights provide illumination—but Seokjin sees Yoongi‘s pale cheeks turn rosy.

Neither of them say anything after that, the atmosphere thick with inexplicable tension. Once Seokjin is at home and in bed, the image of Yoongi delicate and slender hands against Seokjin‘s mass sticks with him until he falls asleep.

It‘s a while until Seokjin tells Yoongi the story.

“I started dating him in sophomore year of college,” he says, scooping a bite of triple fudge brownie a la mode into his mouth. “He was really athletic—he was accepted on a soccer scholarship, actually—and his lifestyle easily influenced mine.”

Yoongi nods. His half-eaten cup of sorbet is melting.

“At first, it was really nice. He stuck to a raw vegan diet but he always made really good meals, and all of our dates were centered around physical activity: hiking, running, biking… He actually referred to us going to the gym as a ‘date’.” He smiles and takes another huge bite. “It really did feel good, and after a few months I got super fit. I was toned and slender and he began to worship my body. Which was interesting, seeing as I began to feel like I looked nowhere as good as he did. So I guess I got a little obsessive.”

“You felt insecure?”

Seokjin nods. “He was a college athlete. As our physical intimacy increased, I felt greater pressure to be as good as him. To look as good as he did. So, I started to get really strict about my diet.” He takes another bite. “I went vegan to emulate him. But I also obsessively counted calories and eliminated things that I felt were ‘bad‘, like bananas, since they‘re high in sugar and carbs. Needless to say, I fell deeper into that sad little body-image hole.”

“That‘s the worst. I‘m sorry that happened to you, Jin,” Yoongi says sincerely.

“It‘s fine. Everything‘s okay now. Well.” he looks down at himself, his body. His shirt clings tightly to his chest and stomach, and he can feel the fabric stretch with every breath that heaves his belly up and down; his thighs are pressed tightly against each other, and even like this the fat spills off the side of the ice cream parlor chair. “I‘m not just eating one apple for every meal, so I guess it‘s better.”

“It is,” he says seriously.

“Yeah.” Seokjin pushes his empty plate away from him and rests a hand on his stomach. “I like eating, but sometimes I feel bad about letting myself go this much. My ex would be so disgusted if he saw me like this.”

“Well, fuck him then.” Yoongi‘s sorbet has completely liquefied. “He doesn‘t deserve you. Hell, I‘ll bet you‘re hotter than him at literally any size—“ at this, Yoongi blushes and looks down at the ground. “And, yeah. Fuck him.”

The outburst both amuses and endears Seokjin. “It‘s fine. He really wasn‘t a bad guy; I hid my problems from him until everything imploded.” He takes his hand off his belly and leans forward, the edge of the table digging into his fat rolls. He lays his elbows onto the surface of the table. “You know, Yoongi, I‘m really glad we ran into each other.”

“Me too.” Yoongi scratches the back of his head. “I can‘t believe we didn‘t keep in touch after we graduated.” He grins. “Even after all these years, you‘re still my best friend.”

“Yeah.” He thinks it‘s the comfort he finds in sitting in this little ice cream parlor that allows him to deliver this semi-non sequitur: “Back then, I had the biggest crush on you.”

Yoongi grows redder. “W-well,” he says, fiddling with the ring on his right index finger. “Maybe I did, too.”

They smile at each other like idiots.

Spontaneity seems to be their thing, Seokjin thinks as Yoongi presses him up against the wall in his apartment.

Following their spontaneous confession, they resolve to go back to Yoongi‘s place and talk to figure out what they will mean going forward.

But in lieu of having a mature conversation about their feelings, Yoongi decides that he doesn‘t want to wait any longer.

Seokjin engulfs Yoongi when they kiss due to his greater height and stature. He mentions this when they pull apart for air, and Yoongi nearly moans.

“Yeah, you‘re fuckin‘ huge,” he says, groping and kneading at Seokjin‘s gut. But then he looks up at Seokjin with an expression that asks Is this okay?

And, to Seokjin‘s surprise, the degradation goes straight to his dick. He pulls Yoongi back in and kisses him with vigor.

“I wanted to fuckin‘ jump you when I saw you in that ice cream shop stuffing your fat face,” he says, breathless from their kiss. “Watching you eat makes me so hard. You know how many fuckin‘ boners I had to will away? I don‘t know how I could hold conversation with you—all of my blood went straight to my dick. Fuck,” he moans when Seokjin mouths at his throat.

They end up in Yoongi‘s bed, Seokjin leaning back against the headboard while Yoongi rides him, playing with Seokjin‘s huge gut, kissing and sucking hickeys all over it.

Yoongi lays his head onto his stomach after they finish. Seokjin soothingly runs his fingers through Yoongi‘s hair.

“Can I stuff you sometime?” Yoongi asks once they‘ve cooled down.

“I always get stuffed whenever we go out,” he jokes.

“Yeah, but I want to feed you.” He reaches over and runs his hand over Seokjin‘s chins. “Make you feel good and full.”

Seokjin takes Yoongi‘s hand and kisses it. “Sure. You already make me feel good, though.”

Yoongi breathes. “I think I love you.”

Seokjin laughs. “I think I love you, too.”

Something about it feels like it was inevitable, like their reunion was written in the stars. Like they‘re meant to be.

They‘re meant to be here, in Seokjin‘s kitchen, with Yoongi assisting Seokjin in consuming five orders of fried rice.

“Just a little bit more,” Yoongi encourages when Seokjin sets the box and chopsticks down to catch his breath. “You‘re so close.”

“Uh huh,” he mumbles, dazed and stuffed, feeling as his stomach expands more and more. There was room between his gut and the edge of the table when he first sat down. But now? Not so much. None at all, actually.

“You can do it. You‘re so amazing.” Yoongi uses one hand to massage his boyfriend‘s swollen belly and the other to guide a bite to his mouth.

Seokjin swallows everything Yoongi feeds him. When he succeeds in eating everything, he leans his head back and takes deep breaths.

“That was a lot.” Yoongi kisses his cheek as he continues to rub his belly. Seokjin just smiles, too tired to properly respond.

They take it easy the rest of the evening—that is, until Seokjin‘s stomach growls while they‘re watching a movie on the couch.

Yoongi looks over to him. “Are you hungry again, baby?”

Truthfully, Seokjin is embarrassed; never has he been able to get hungry again so soon after eating so much. The thought makes the tips of his ears burn, and he loves it. “Yeah, kind of.”

That‘s how Seokjin finds himself in their favorite little ice cream parlor, devouring two banana splits. This time, Yoongi isn‘t even eating anything—he‘s content to observe Seokjin.

“These chairs probably won‘t be able to hold your weight soon,” Yoongi teases. “I bet one day you‘ll break one. You‘ll have to heave your fat ass off the ground.”

“But you would help me, dipshit.” Seokjin picks up the ice cream dish and tips the excess melted ice cream straight into his mouth. Some of it drips onto his shirt.

“I‘m gonna have to go everywhere with you, then? You‘ll be that helpless?”

Without much of a pause, he digs into the second banana split. “I bet you want that, you pervert.”

“I do,” Yoongi says lowly. “I want to see you become so fat that you get too lazy to walk.”

“That‘ll probably come sooner than you think.” Seokjin finishes off the sundae and drinks the melted ice cream into his mouth again, more running down his chins, his front. He places the dish down onto the table with an air of finality and goes to wipe the mess off his face. Though, since he uses the back of his hand, he only ends up smearing everything around. “Like right now,” he jests, but really Yoongi will almost definitely have to help him get out of this chair.

And he does, eventually, and Yoongi also assists him in buckling his seatbelt—just like that one night. But Seokjin‘s definitely gained weight since then, as it‘s gotten more difficult to push back all of the adipose that spills out and presses against the console.

Seokjin dozes off on the drive back, full and content. Yoongi laughs when he begins snoring—it‘s gotten worse, lately, and rather than annoying he just finds it cute.

When they get home, Yoongi has to shake him awake. “Hey sleepyhead.”

Seokjin cracks one eye open. “Hey dumbass. Let me sleep here. Don‘t wanna move.”

It takes some goading, but Yoongi helps him out of the car and into bed. Yoongi climbs in with him and tentatively pillows his head on Seokjin‘s belly. “This okay?” he whispers. Sometimes, when Seokjin‘s too full, pressure on his stomach just makes him feel sick.

“It‘s fine,” he responds, yawning. “Thanks, Yoongi. For being so gentle.”

“Of course I am.” He runs his hands along Seokjin‘s stretch marks. “I love you.”

He smiles. “I love you, too.”

They lay in silence, their eyes closed but neither of them sleeping. Then, Seokjin‘s stomach emits a grumble.

Neither of them sleep that night.

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chubbykpop · 5 years ago

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~Ah my first fic!! I’ve been with the bts feederism community for a while now, but I’ve always been really scared to start my own. But I finally gathered up the courage to start one!! I hope you guys enjoy it and I’m not the most experienced writer, but I hope it’s good enough. Enjoy!!~

Yoongi always knew that Jimin stressed way too much during exam season. By the way he looked as if he hadn’t had any sleep for the past two weeks(probably hasn’t tbh) to the constant mumbling about math formulas and the number of casualties from the Korean War under his breath-it was more than obvious to Yoongi.

Jimin always had his different ways of coping with it, last year he downed so much coffee he wouldn’t be surprised if his body was made up of 60% coffee. And the year before that, he stayed cooped in his room until exams were over. When Yoongi saw him again he was as pale as a vampire, like he’d never seen the sun before. But this year was different.

“Yoongi-*munch*-can you get me some more-*crunch*-chips please?” Jimin was on Yoongi’s couch, with a pillow on his lap so he could write his math problems easier, loudly eating a family sized bag of chips. He had a few crumbs on his black sweater as well as the corners of his mouth, but didn’t bother wiping them away.

Yoongi couldn’t help but smirk at Jimin’s obliviousness, with him already eating brunch with Yoongi two hours ago, and now wanting another big bag of chips? Jimin’s been like this for the past week, constantly wanting food and drinks at his side while studying. Yoongi already knew it wasn’t helping Jimin, but when Jimin gave him those big puppy eyes that pulled at his heart, how was he supposed to say no?

“Sure thing.” Yoongi walks over to the kitchen, grabbing another big bag while hearing Jimin’s loud chews in the other room. By the time he gets back, Jimin’s already put the bag to his mouth, shaking the bag so the crumbs fall in his mouth. All while making an even bigger mess on his sweater and on the couch. Jimin takes the new bag, opening it with ease. He takes the first chip and easily bites into it. He lets out a little noise, marvelling at the taste.

“I swear Yoongs, you always have the best food in your dorm room. If I could I’d move in!” Jimin says happily, while eating a handful of chips at once. Yoongi smiles softly, knowing that he only buys all this junk food for Jimin. Just the little smile of happiness when Jimin has the first bite is enough for Yoongi to want to spend his hard worked for money on more food. He’s not whipped for Jimin, he swears.

Exams are finally done with, and Yoongi could feel all of the stress lift from his shoulders. Even though Jimin was more stressed about the exams, Yoongi still had his mind constantly worrying about them too.

What makes him feel even better is that now he can spend winter break with Jimin, where they don’t have to be stressing out over dumb tests anymore. While he’s heading home, he quickly remembers that he has to go to the store. Even if he stocked his cabinets and fridge with junk, it was all gone by the next week. And no, it wasn’t Yoongi, but of course Jimin.

Jimin’s been in the habit of constantly eating during exams, that after it he couldn’t quite stop his new routine. It’s only been a couple of days since they finished testing, but the first week of studying up to now, Jimin’s physique has changed.

When Yoongi gets back to his room, Jimin’s already there. He’s been at Yoongi’s so much recently, that he’s at Yoongi’s more than his own dorm room. He’d blame that for Yoongi having a better room, instead of facing the fact that he doesn’t like going all the way back to his room and how he loves how much food Yoongi keeps.

When Yoongi sets the groceries on the table, he gets a good look at Jimin. He gets a little flustered, since he’s still not used to this new Jimin.

Jimin’s on the couch like usual, staring down at his phone. He’s got his black sweater on again, but now it’s hugging his waist a bit. Before it was baggy, but now Yoongi could make out the small pot belly Jimin now sported. Jimin’s thighs also filled his jeans up, his thighs pooling onto the couch, like they’ve been doing recently on whatever Jimin sits on. He’s lost some definition in his arms, they’ve become softer and even jiggled when he slapped Yoongi for interrupting his binge eat/study sessions.

And Yoongi’s favorite part of the change, Jimin’s cheeks. They’ve puffed out, making his smile look even brighter and hiding his eyes. When he smiles you can also see the start of a double chin, which would grow if Jimin kept this going on.

“Hey Jimin, I got groceries.” Jimin’s head snapped to where Yoongi was, he gave a bright smile when he saw the amount of junk Yoongi brought back.

“Is it a special occasion? Or are you just buying more junk that I end up eating?” Jimin said confidently. Yoongi was a little taken aback, his cheeks flushing at the question. But he couldn’t deny that it was the truth. He didn’t think that Jimin noticed his gain, but something that obvious is something you can’t deny.

“Are you okay with it? That I’m giving you all this food constantly?” Yoongi asked, a little nervous for the answer. He would totally understand if Jimin wanted to get back in shape, but he can’t hide the fact that he would be disappointed that he’ll stop spoiling Jimin with food.

The laugh that came from Jimin was very unexpected. And a look over at Jimin made Yoongi flush even more. Since Jimin laughed with his whole body, it meant that his whole body would be moving with him. His stomach jiggled the most, even when he stopped laughing it still needed some time to still.

“Of course I would be okay with it! This is like a dream, where I’m fed all the time. Plus, I did put this on myself. I mean, during finals I did pile it on due to stress, which wasn’t good and I was upset about it. But then I started to appreciate it, and just started loving it. I love the softness, how much I jiggle, how my thighs are starting to rub together, I love all of it.”

Through his whole talk, Jimin was rubbing his stomach. A new habit he probably picked up instead of playing around with his hands or his clothes while talking. Yoongi was mesmerized by it. How calm and how genuine Jimin seemed. How it sounded like he’d been thinking about it a lot, and how much he really did love himself more.

“I-i love it too.” Yoongi’s eyes widen at the sudden slip-up, he didn’t mean to say that out loud. He hesitantly looked at Jimin, and was surprised but relieved when Jimin’s smile looked even brighter, his chubbier cheeks becoming more apparent.

“Do you think we could try something? I know that this just started from stress but… I kind of want to do this more.” Now Jimin looked shy, eyes not meeting with Yoongi’s, cheeks blushed complimented with a shy smile that made his cheeks puff out.

“Well…as long as you’re okay with it, and you’re pretty positive that you want to do this,” Yoongi tossed Jimin a big bag of chips from the kitchen, “I think it could be a possibility.”

“You just won’t give me a straight answer, will you?” Jimin smirked while Yoongi brought the rest of the grocery bags over.

“I won’t, but I think this will make it obvious.” Yoongi says while unwrapping a cupcake, and putting it up against Jimin’s lips. Jimin gladly accepts it, and smiles happily by the taste of the cupcake and how Yoongi feels the same way as him.

A loud groan comes from Jimin and Yoongi looks over, smiling when Jimin throws his book on the floor.

“How am I supposed to understand stuff that’s been written a thousand centuries ago? We should be learning about things that are going on now. I swear I’m going to drop out after exams.”

It’s been a year since their last exams, and they’re back at Yoongi’s room studying. Though this time, Jimin hasn’t obtained a new habit for stress. All he needs to get his mind off things now is Yoongi and food. If the way he’s able to prop his book on his stomach with ease doesn’t tell enough, Jimin’s packed on a lot more pounds.

Ever since their confessions from before, they went on a stuffing frenzy. Instead of a small belly, it quickly grew to a full pot belly, and now it’s been looking like a proper gut. His belly wasn’t the only thing that grew. His thighs touching has become permanent now, to when he sits to when he stands. They constantly rub against each other, with each step they jiggle plenty. His arms have plumped up, with them becoming flabby and wing-like, except you won’t see him lifting off and flying anytime soon.

And of course, Yoongi’s favorite part. Jimin’s face rounded out completely, with his cheeks even more fuller than what seemed possible and his proper double chin, which was becoming more prominent than his neck.

Yoongi was worried that during exams, Jimin was going to eat even more due to stress which he didn’t want at all. If he was going to eat, he should be the one in control and healthy. But surprisingly, he’s been the best he’s ever been during exam season. His eye bags have been light and subtle, definitely a plus compared to last year. He’s been at a regular sleep schedule, and has been managing his time studying better than Yoongi has. Yoongi really is proud from how far Jimin has come, and how he’s happy that Jimin finally looks at peace with everything.

Jimin must’ve caught on to Yoongi’s staring, since he smirks and asks, “Hey Yoongi?”

“Yeah?”

“Do we have any food?”

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chubbykpop · 5 years ago

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Messy eater~

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chubbykpop · 5 years ago

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masterlist

bts

sfw

jinnie’s piggies (ot7, feeder jin - drabble)

pampering the leader (minjoon - chubby namjoon - hurt and comfort)

they are all starig at you (yoonmin - chubby yoongi - poping buttons - public space)

Stubborn Yoonie (yoonkook - chubby yoongi- shaming)

zumba at 6:30pm (sope - chubby yoongi - zumba instructor hoseok)

miss the gym? (could be ot7 - jungkook centric- chubby jungkook)

his baby, his stuffed, gassy baby (taekook - chubby jungkook - gassy)

weird oportunity (could be ot7 - jungkook centric - chubby jungkook - insecurities)

wanna bet? (taekook - chubby jungkook - gassy - mild nsfw)

birtdhay surprise (yoonmin - fat yoongi - bdsm - nsfw-ish - hurt/comfort)

stress eating (ot7 - fat hyung line - stuffing - hurt comfort)

teeny tiny house (2seok - fat hoseok - breaking furniture - hurt comfort)

MAMAs presentation doesnt have to be perfect (namseok - double gaining - hurt comfort kinda)

Jinnie’s…pigiies? (ot3 - namjinseok - fat namjoon and fat hoseok - getting stuck in chairs - breaking the couch)

a 6 month hiatus does that to you (jungkookxreader - chubby jungkook - hurt/comfort)

Coca Cola and beer (hopekook - gassy jungkook - pinning - light angst)

nsfw

same page, same number on the scale (ot3 - taejikook - fat maknae line - hurt/comfort - misunderstandings )

a reason to eat (ot7 - jimin centric- fat jimin - kinda angsty at first - bpdy worship)

happy relationship weight (ot7 - seokjin centric - chubby seokjin - hurt/comfort - overstimulation)

what to do on free days (established ot7- namjoonxsoekjinxyoongixhoseokxjimin - namjoon centric - stuffing - overstimulation - sub/dom)

part 2 (namtaekook - public place)

dense and persistent (taekook - chubby jungkook - slowburn-ish - hurt/comfort-ish)

mystic messenger

sfw

work before boyfriend? in this ecoomy? (yooseven - chubby seven - stuffing)

fast food (mcxjumin - chubby jumin - public place-ish)

nsfw

paybacks (yooseven - chubby yoosung- mouring - hurt/comfort - body worship)

voltron

sfw

Garla syntomps (ot3 - klunk - rapid weight gain - force feeding - light angst)

yuri on ice

sfw

until we meet again (otayrui - chubby yurio - long distance relationship - very soft)

who’s playing santa? (victuri - both of them are chubby - popping buttons)

nsfw

accidentally fat (victuri - chubby victor - shower sex)

harry potter

sfw

easy to win (drarry - chubby harry - enemies, to friends, to lovers)

nsfw

not like other aniversaries (astoriaxdraco - chubby draco - kink discovery - hurt/comfort)

haikyuu

sfw

friday stuffings (hinata centric - chubby hinata - public space)

nsfw

you’re not wakatoshi (ushiten - non feederism - sub/dom - drabble)

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chubbykpop · 5 years ago

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;)

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chubbykpop · 5 years ago

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Imagine yoomgi signing a new contract so he doesnt have to dance anymore.... chubby lil rapper spitting bars on stage w/o dancing all the weight off •\\•

hell yea

#😍😍😍

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chubbykpop · 6 years ago

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can i get some muthafuckin noise for big ass yoongi!

yoongi had admitted to himself days ago that his pants were far too tight. they barely buttoned around his expansive belly but worst of all his legs and ass felt like sausages. he was undeniably, and unbelievably bottom heavy. his ass was round and dimpled as well has his thighs which had rolls of their own just like his belly.

he would size up just as he had in the past when his pants got too tight. but this time it was different. these were the largest they sold in the store. the plus size store. he felt a bit worried. not about losing weight. but where he would find clothes now. he wasn’t planning on getting any smaller. in fact he was inclined to see how big he could get.

after a long day at work he pulled his pants off as quickly as he could before plopping down on his bed. the springs creaked and he moved around to get comfortable. he pulled his phone out and searched for a tailor in town. they were a few that seemed good, although the wasn’t really sure what to look for. most of them were older folks who posed with their measuring tapes on their websites but one was different.

jung’s tailors and custom clothing. it looked to be a family business. a mother, father, and a drop dead gorgeous son. yoongi couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows. he looked about the same age as himself. yoongi decided he’d stop by the shop on his was home from work the next day.

~~~

a quiet bell jingled as yoongi waddled into the shop. it was warm inside and the walls were covered with fabric. there was a front desk that looked unofficial and official at the same time, covered in papers and more fabric. yoongi walked up to the desk with the empty chair sitting behind it. quite frankly he’d like to sit in it himself. a couple seconds later, there was a sound from the back of the store and a face peaked around the corner.

“oh, hi!” a cheery voice said. “sorry about all this, organization isn’t my forte.”

yoongi looked up to see just what he’d hoped for. damn, the man was even more attractive in person.

“oh, that’s okay,” yoongi said shyly. the man smiled at him as he walked towards the desk.

“jung hoseok,” he introduced himself, reaching across the desk for a handshake before sitting down. “what can i do for you today?”

“well, i wanted to see about getting some custom pants made. i’ve uh- been having trouble with finding ones in stores that fit right,” yoongi said. the last part was a small fib. he couldn’t find ones that fit at all.

hoseok gave yoongi a swift once over and smiled.

“of course. first we’ll have to take measurements and pick materials. it should take about 3 to 5 weeks to finish. is that alright?” hoseok asked, scribbling on a notepad.

“yeah, that should work just fine,” yoongi said. he’d have to try not to gain any weight in the time being. another pound in these and he’d rip them right down the seam.

“i can do the measurements now if you have time,” hoseok offered.

“oh, perfect.”

~~~

yoongi stood in the measuring room after maneuvering his pants off. he stood in front of a three pannelled mirror and examined himself for a moment. he was wearing only his boxers and an undershirt. man he’d gotten big.

“am i good to come in?” hoseok called from outside the door.

“yes!”

a moment later the door opened slowly and hoseok slipped inside. he was so slim and nimble. he stopped for a moment and took in yoongi before stepping up to him.

he pulled his measuring tape out and smiled.

“okay first, we’ll do the waist.”

yoongi nodded.

hoseok pressed the measuring tape just above his belly button and awkwardly moved it around yoongis body. they both laughed at his struggle and yoongi eventually helped him by holding the tape down with his finger.

“alright, 80 inches,” hoseok mumbleded quietly to himself as he scribbled in his notebook. yoongis heart thumped. he’d hit 80 inches.

“alright, legs are next!”

~~~

after about half an hour, all of the measurements were taken and yoongi had picked out a simple black fabric that was nice but not nice enough to break his wallet. as grueling as it had been to stand for 30 minutes straight, hoseok had made it fun. he told jokes and yoongi liked watching him work. he looked passionate about what he was doing.

“alright, yoongi. i’ll call you in about two weeks to come try them on and i’ll make the final alterations after that.” hoseok said, handing over a business card with a smile.

“cool, thank you so much,” yoongi said. “i’ll be ready to get out of these.”

“i noticed,” hoseok said quickly, glancing down. “i’ll work quick.” he winked and smiled before grabbing his notebook and hurry into the back of the store. yoongi stood for a moment trying to remember how to breathe correctly.

~~~

yoongis phone buzzed at work a couple days later and he looked down to see a text from an unexpected someone.

hoseok: hi, yoongi! i was just looking through a fabric catalog and found a fabric similar to the one you chose but it’s a stretchy material. would you prefer that?

yoongi: sure! just as long as it doesn’t look like i’m wearing yoga pants lol

hoseok: lol! it won’t! but i think yoga pants could be your next look! ;)

yoongi froze. was he being flirted with? he left his desk to go to the break room.

yoongi: i’m open to anything ;)

gotta plant those subtle ‘i am not straight’ seeds early.

hoseok: alright! bright orange yoga pants it is! :D

yoongi: oh boy!

it felt good to flirt. it’d been a while since he’d had the chance. especially with someone as cute as hoseok. he smiled to himself.

~~~

a week later he got another text from hoseok. they’d been texting a little bit over the week, but mostly just questions and answers about the pants. but this one was different. it was a photo of a dress with the caption ‘i think this will look so pretty on you, i can’t wait until you can try it on 😊’

it was a beautiful light blue dress with flowers and lace and all kinds of pretty elements and it definitely was not meant to be sent to yoongi.

yoongi: i could be wrong but you may have sent this to the wrong person

hoseok: oh shit yeah, sorry!!

yoongi: it’s really good though, you’re talented

hoseok: i’m blushing. thank you!

yoongi: :)

~~~

the day came when it was time to try on the pants. yoongi walked into the shop which looked no less cluttered than it had previously. hoseok sat at the desk and looked up when the bell rang.

“hey! how’s it going?” he asked with a smile.

“good, i’m excited to see what you’ve done,” yoongi said.

“don’t get too excited, they’re still pretty rough looking at this point,” hoseok informed him.

yoongi stripped down once more in the room he’d been measured in. god he hated these pants. hoseok was really going to be his savior.

hoseok walked in with the pants and held them up.

“tada!”

wow, they were huge. yoongi knew he was big but seeing hoseok holding the pants made it real. his stomach churned and he gulped.

“wow.” was all yoongi could say.

“i’ll leave you to try them on, just be careful. they’re still a little scrappy.”

“thanks,” yoongi replied, still flustered as he watched hoseok leave the room.

after what felt like 45 minutes, yoongi had them on. he sat for a second to catch his breath and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. he was red in the face. he didn’t want to keep hoseok waiting so long just because he was turned on.

“alright, i’m finished!”

~~~

“there we go,” hoseok said, taking the last measurement. and as if god had planned it, yoongis stomach growled right then. he blushed and brought his hands to his chest.

“i’m hungry too, there’s a good burger place across the street, wanna come with?”

“oh-“ yoongi stuttered, “yeah, sure.”

~~~

a couple weeks later, yoongi got his pants. the two of them had gone out on a couple more outings after the burgers. and yoongi hoped they’d go on more.

“i’ll come back when i grow out of these,” yoongi had joked, taking the bag. he’d resorted to wearing sweatpants at that point.

hoseoks laugh sounded choked and his cheeks had burned bright red.

~~~

“you walk too fast,” yoongi whined as hoseok strode in front of him.

“sorry,” he giggled, hanging back.

a year had passed since yoongi had first gone into hoseoks shop and they still talked. almost every day, in fact. yoongi had indeed sized up and hoseok had added an elastic waistband to this pair so he wouldn’t have to size up for quite a while afterwards.

yoongi was in love. there was no doubt about it. but he couldn’t manage to find the courage to tell hoseok. he got mixed signals from the man. was he checking out his body or taking measurements? was he uncomfortable with yoongis weight or turned on? so many questions.

they were currently walking around yoongis apartment complex. spring had sprung and hoseok wasn’t taking no for an answer when he asked to go on a walk.

“of course, spring is your favorite season,” yoongi grumbled. his legs were tired.

“at least mine isn’t winter, you old grump,” hoseok said as they approached the door of yoongis apartment.

he immediately crashed on the couch and was surprised when hoseok walked into the kitchen and brought him a glass of water.

“oh, thank you,” yoongi said, taking the glass. hoseok sat down next to him. close. very close.

“that was nice,” hoseok said, presumably referring to the walk, leaning against yoongis shoulder.

“sorry i’m so slow,” he joked. hoseok shook his head.

“don’t apologize,” he said.

“the weather is nice, it won’t be too long before it’s too hot for walks though,” yoongi commented.

“i’ll make you a pair of shorts then,” hoseok said.

“oh god, no. the public doesn’t need to see these legs,” yoongi fired back.

“what do you mean, they’re fucking gorgeous,” hoseok said. his hand trailed down to rest on his large thigh. yoongis breath hitched. “so is your belly,” he continued, his hand trailing up. “and your cheeks,” he pulled away to face yoongi.

they stared at each other and yoongi could feel his heart thumping. was this really happening?

hoseok leaned in and pressed his lips lightly to yoongis.

“oh my god,” yoongi said in shock.

hoseok giggled.

“yoongi, i fucking love you,” he said, hugging him.

“i love you, too.”

~~~

“yoongi, i think i better start ordering some fabric,” hoseok said a few weeks later.

“what, why?”

hoseok walked over and reached around, grabbing yoongis ass.

“these are looking a bit tight, baby,” hoseok said.

“they could be tighter,” yoongi protested. which was true. but he didn’t want to think about that. these were nearly suffocating him.

“mm, i’d like that,” hoseok hummed.

“i’m sure you would,” yoongi said, smirking. he fell onto the bed and unzipped his pants.

“hobi, help me out of these.”

“86 inches,” hoseok boasted, tossing the pants to the side. “i have the biggest, bestest boyfriend.”

“we’ve got a cake in the fridge if you want to make me an even bigger boyfriend,” yoongi suggested and soon after he watched hoseok dart out of the room towards the kitchen. he laughed to himself.

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chubbykpop · 6 years ago

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When Yoongi sets the groceries on the table, he gets a good look at Jimin. He gets a little flustered, since he’s still not used to this new Jimin.

“Hey Jimin, I got groceries.” Jimin’s head snapped to where Yoongi was, he gave a bright smile when he saw the amount of junk Yoongi brought back.

“Well…as long as you’re okay with it, and you’re pretty positive that you want to do this,” Yoongi tossed Jimin a big bag of chips from the kitchen, “I think it could be a possibility.”

“You just won’t give me a straight answer, will you?” Jimin smirked while Yoongi brought the rest of the grocery bags over.

A loud groan comes from Jimin and Yoongi looks over, smiling when Jimin throws his book on the floor.

“How am I supposed to understand stuff that’s been written a thousand centuries ago? We should be learning about things that are going on now. I swear I’m going to drop out after exams.”

Jimin must’ve caught on to Yoongi’s staring, since he smirks and asks, “Hey Yoongi?”

“Yeah?”

“Do we have any food?”

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chubbykpop · 6 years ago

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I just wanna say my heart is so full seeing the photos from this time last year vs the photos now of Yoongi. He is happy and healthy and not starved. It makes me so happy I could cry 🥺

#tummytummytummytummy

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chubbykpop · 6 years ago

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UWU

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chubbykpop · 6 years ago

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#tumtumtumtum

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chubbykpop · 7 years ago

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Can you draw Taehyung the biggest possible? Like really big AND stuffed Plz

O-Of course I can. The bigger the better, am I right?👀

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chubbykpop · 7 years ago

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Can you draw a really chubby maknae line?

Three chubby boys trying to fit in to one sofa. It’s not working too well

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chubbykpop · 7 years ago

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Remember that one Run episode (or was it Gayo??), where Hobi had to take the punishment? Because I sure do lol

So yeah, I’ve been thinking about this a lot, after I saw a pic of the episode in my gallery. Hobi being stuffed as a punishment uwu

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Sweet, Sugar, Candyman

Chapter 1

Minseok has been a secretary at Kim Enterprises for two years, and he can’t say he’s been treated anything less than amazing. Half the time the people in the office go to him for random administrative questions or requests, but the other half go just to chat with the charming boy with the cute smile and chubby cheeks. Pretty much everyone has a soft spot for him, so it’s no surprise he gets a secret admirer. Mr. Candyman as he begins to call him (or her!) in his head.

It all starts around one morning when he finds there’s a fancy and generous sized box of chocolates on his desk. He asks around to see if this is meant for anyone, as there’s no name on it, so by the afternoon he decides if no one has claimed it, he can! So he devours them because if there’s anything Minseok is weak for, it’s sweets. He glances at the empty box and feels a little guilty, but God they were delicious. They really taste as expensive as they look.

The next day he happily hums his way to his desk to find another box of chocolates. Same brand but this time it has a small tag attached to it reading the initials “KMS.” The guilt for eating the chocolates suddenly dissipates and shifts to curiosity. Mr. Candyman strikes again, he thinks. He looks around to see if anyone is watching him but no one does. By lunch time the chocolates are gone and consumed by his tummy, he hums to himself in pleasure at the remaining taste of the last one. By the time he’s back from his actual meal there’s a baggy full of sour gummy candies. He can’t resist. He goes in for them for dessert. Jongdae, the boss’s personal assistant giddily struts over and eyes Minseok’s candies.

“Those look yummy!” He comments.

“They are!” Minseok says through a mouth full of the sweet goodies. “Do you want some?”

“Oh God, no. I’m trying to watch my figure for Junmyeon. But, you enjoy them!” The younger says with a sweet smile.

It doesn’t dawn on Minseok until that moment that all these sweets could potentially make him swell up, but he mentally shrugs at it because it’s just a few sweets. What harm could they possibly do? Besides he can deny them any time he wants. Mr. Candyman isn’t forcing him to eat them, which brings him back to the thought.

Who is he?

It can’t be Jongdae, walking over to talk to him and talking about the candy would be too obvious. It could be one of the many office girls who have a crush on Minseok, because who is he to break their hearts and tell them he’s only into dudes? It could be one of the owners, but Junmyeon is taken by Jongdae, so flirting would be a big no-no (or Jongdae would scream, literally scream, until his ear fell off), and Jongin hardly ever has time to even acquaint himself well with his employees as his time is constantly spent in meetings. A fun little workplace mystery and Minseok is down to play.

A few weeks pass and the little gifts and candies continue. Minseok tries his best to ignore them. It even gets to the point where he has several days worth of treats hoarded up his desk drawer. He’s so tempted.

One night after a day spent in skype meetings he realizes he missed lunch, which is so unlike him and before he steps out he grabs a chunk of his drawer candies and sticks them in his messenger bag. This all leads to a night of binging on The Great British Baking show so it’s appropriate to be accompanied by all his sweets. He places one piece of dark chocolate in his mouth, melting with the heat of his tongue to savor its taste longer. Then switches to a caramel filled one, then coconut, then back to some sour gummy bears. He’s quickly filled with regret when he decides to weigh himself the next morning and he’s gained his way into the mid 70’s in kilos. He panics.

The next day Minseok decides he needs to have a talk with his mystery man, tell him to ease off so he doesn’t have to start buying new pants - which Minseok realizes as he’s crouching behind a conference room plant how tight they really are. Before he can try to compose or wiggle himself into a better position, he hears footsteps.

Bingo!

Just as expected. Mr. Candyman is early - way early - 5:30 am early. Low risk, considering Minseok isn’t even walk into work until 8:30 am. This is how he gets away with it. He spots the man. He’s on the shorter side but wears broad, bulky shoulders, filling out his button up shirt nicely. It’s no different with his slacks. Oh- wow, and that black, swooped up hair. But wait, he knows those lips, so thick and heart-shaped. He gently places down a small box, likely some new form of chocolate for Minseok to enjoy- RRRRRRRRRIP!!!

The silence becomes deafening, the mystery man frozen in his pose, and Minseok feeling the cool air come across his bottom as the realization hits - he literally just ripped his pants.

Minseok figures he might as well just get on with it - it will be awkward no matter what. He slowly gets up and walks out of the conference room.

The mystery man turns around to face the elder. He clears his throat, ears as red as a cherry.

“Mr. Kim.”

“Mr. Do,” Minseok recognizes his face right away. It’s Jongin the CEO’s, assistant, Do Kyungsoo

“I-I’m embarrassed,” Kyungsoo admits.

“U-um. I’m the one with the ripped pants, I think I win the humiliation title here.” They both laugh, easing the tension a bit.

“So, uhh-,” Minseok continues. “While I appreciate the gesture-…. gestures-….,” he sighs. “The many sweet, chocolatey, delicious gestures,” he clears his throat, snapping himself out of his little daydream. “Do you like me, Kyungsoo?” He scratches his head shyly.

If the younger was a cherry just a minute ago, now he’s a beet! He nods. “I’m sorry for being such a creep about it.”

Minseok laughs. “I don’t think it’s creepy. It’s kind of cute. Romantic, even. Like, how they used to do it in old days.”

Kyungsoo slightly avoids his gaze, clearly still embarrassed by the events that just occurred.

“But instead of leaving me candies, which I do appreciate, although, my pants do not, clearly,” Minseok points at his exposed bum.

Kyungsoo feels his mouth dry up at the comment.

“Take me out for drinks sometime,” Minseok declares.

“Deal,” Kyungsoo accepts, shining a smile at him. Minseok decides likes that smile. He likes it a lot.

—

A night out for drinks evolves into Minseok with his legs spread open on Kyungsoo’s bed moaning his name at volume, and by the fifth date he hears the confession.

“I like chubby guys. I like admiring them, feeding them, seeing them round out,” Kyungsoo admits candidly, his arms behind his back on his bed.

Minseok feels like he just heard the most obvious statement in the world but he decides to play along.

“So that’s why you left me all those goodies?” He says as he crawls up the mattress to sit next to the other.

“I realize I was being a wuss about it. But yeah. I- uh. I think you’d look cute if you were chubby.”

The elder gives him a look of disbelief, pointing at his rounded abdomen. “So you’re telling me I’m not chubby right now? I gained almost seven kilos since I met you Kyungsoo!”

Kyungsoo tries not to swallow so hard, but involuntarily ends up biting his lip. “S-seven?” He asks with a wavering voice.

“Don’t act so surprised. I bet you notice every inch on my body that grows even a little bit.”

The teasing has Kyungsoo so flustered. The man who usually has sharp responses in meetings with clients, and always knows how to solve his superior’s problems on the spot, even the ones involving Jongin calling him crying at 3 am because Jennie broke up with him for the fifth time that week, he keeps it 100% cool, but he’s speechless around Minseok.

And Minseok is enjoying the shit out of it. Sure, he feels quite big at this weight, maybe slightly uncomfortable at times - having to buy a Large instead of a Medium, noticing his belly jiggle when he gets in the shower, feeling self conscious at the gym as all the guys notice and blatantly comment on his gain, but the reactions he can get out of his- what is he? His boyfriend? Friend with benefits? Friend with kinks seems more accurate. Whatever he is he loves seeing him squirm and get red at the face with just the slightest noises while eating. Oh- and the way he cums just a little bit harder when Minseok rides him, dropping his full weight down on him with every thrust.

Kyungsoo chuckles, feeling called out. “Yeah, I notice.”

Minseok laughs with him. “I know. I know you love it.”

The elder has to admit, maybe the whole feeding kink isn’t necessarily his thing, but he damn sure enjoys teasing the other man, making him feel small (no pun intended), pushing and pushing until Kyungsoo is putty in his hands.

“So what? You’re gonna get all hot and bothered every time I walk into work and you notice I gained just a little bit more for you?”

“Mhmm,” Kyungsoo responds softly, shivering as Minseok gets all up in his business, breath tickling his skin.

“You’re gonna get your little hole all nice and wet for me when I come over, so I can lay on top of you, crush you with my body, making it harder to breathe, and fuck you senseless?”

He can’t hold back anymore. Kyungsoo simply ~moans~, way louder than he probably should for a man with his demeanor.

“You love that don’t you? You love me big and round and heavy so I can dominate you, huh?”

Another moan.

“Fuck, Kyungsoo, you’re so cute when you’re like this,” the elder says with the most smug smirk. “Round two?”

Kyungsoo’s way ahead of him. His hand has snuck through his own shorts and to the crack of his ass, poking at the entrance that’s already awaiting the other.

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a/n: best believe exofeedees is back. hope you enjoy. want part 2? please like and reblog so I know~

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