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chubjoon · 10 months ago

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Back to feeder Hobi and his sweet pet Jiminie…

This was longer than expected. 🥴 it was supposed to be a prompt I started this morning and now it’s a whole ass section of a story! (Sorry for any mistakes, I just wrote it on here.)

Oh well, this is A Long Night Full of Treats.

“It’s been getting harder with the rising of prices, but thankfully, Yoongi is still working as a kitchen hand part time.�� Taehyung shrugged his shoulders taking a gulp of his cold beer. “At least he gets a good feed at the restaurant whenever he wants it, but he’s still too shy to eat in front of many people.”

Hoseok smiled, remembering when his Jiminie was like that. Such a cute timid little thing. He would blush when eating a salad on their very first date, only slightly plumped cheeks wobbling as he ate single lettuce leaves to not seem fat. Oh how Hoseok had ruined the boy.

“Namjoon Hyung can be that way too…” Jungkook shrugged. “But he has gotten much better. I think once they push past the judgement and just accept that they love to eat, they get better.” The younger might have been a few years out from the others, but Jungkook had known what he liked coming right into his first relationship, and his Namjoon Hyung was open to give anything a try for his cute bun.

“But it’s so sweet how you support him Kookie.” Seokjin, their eldest friend smiled. He was different to the other boys. Instead of having a partner to feed or being the feedee, he did all the work himself, preferring to be independent. He was free to do whatever he wanted, and everyone knew with a face like that, even with a layer of chub, he could have any partner he wanted casually. “The love you show him just keeps him going too… maybe Hoseok would like to give it a try.” Jin side eyed the elder.

Hoseok scoffed indignantly, turning to where the three feedies were currently devouring pub meals. Yoongi was working on his steak, choosing no salad for today. Namjoon was currently slurping up his side bowl of carbonara pasta, after finishing his spear ribs, but Jimin… the biggest boy over there and definitely in the room, was working on his third plate of parmigiana, loaded with extra everything, just how he liked.

His Jiminie was the best success story amongst all the feeders Hoseok knew. Everyone got envious of how quickly he managed to add pounds onto his piggy’s body. Jimin’s normal rate of weight gain per week was close to 15 pounds. His tubby boy was eating over 4500 calories per day at this point. Which might seem hard to many, but Hoseok had his ways.

“I don’t need to shower Jimin-ah with love. He’s a big boy, literally. He knows our dynamic and he loves it.” Hoseok was known around for his stern attitude. All the boys had paid witness to his forceful stuffings, or the way he’d make Jimin walk far more than necessary to humiliate the younger. Sometimes they even wondered why Jimin stuck around.

“If you didn’t notice Jimin is the prized hog here. Your little sows are nothing compared to my piggy.” Everyone’s eyes now flicked over to the lardy boy, who had finished his third plate of chicken and now moved onto his last plate, a full rack of ribs.

Sighing, the three boys couldn’t argue. Hoseok had a point. The dominant male always overpowered his submissive partner, where as the others, for the time being, kept that relationship mentality even with their feedies. They were all equal.

Over at the table, Yoongi watched with wide eyes as Jimin groaned, working hard to keep eating, despite how full he felt. His stomach was rock hard at this point, which was unusual with how large it had gotten.

“Aren’t you full, Jimin-ah?” Yoongi reached a hand over to the youngers, trying to make him pause for a moment. The wheezing really making him worry.

Jimin’s dull eyes barely even looked at the elder before he took his next bite. He needed to keep up his momentum or he’d fail.

“Don’t feel too bad Hyung.” Namjoon shrugged. He had been eating with Jimin a little longer than Yoongi had. He had gotten used to how Jimin worked. “He won’t stop till he’s done.”

Yoongi couldn’t understand it. He knew he still had a long way to go before he even came close to Jimin’s years of experience in the field, however he still liked to think it was supposed to be enjoyable. He liked gaining because he wanted to eat his favourite foods and add a little meat to his bones. He loved that Taehyung supported him through the whole adventure.

Yoongi knew Namjoon was similar. Though he was larger than Yoongi’s new pudgy body, having gained himself a good layover of fat all over and a hefty beer belly, he still looked to just enjoy himself. He could say no when he wanted too, but Jimin… sometimes it felt like this was his livelihood. That he would fail to exist without stuffing his fat face. It made Yoongi uneasy.

“How’s my Hyungie doing?” Taehyung turned up right behind him, rubbing up his still slim arms. The youngers touch warm and soft. “Need a hand?” Taehyung had obviously noticed how he had stopped eating and offered to feed him the rest of the dinner.

Jungkook looked to do the same for Namjoon, Seokjin joining in to help the chubby boy with the rest of his meal.

It was only Jimin who continued to work hard, while Hoseok remained on his seat at the table a couple feet away. He even had his back to them, just drinking his beer casually. But to no one’s surprise, it was Jimin who finished his plate first.

All 12 ribs cleared of all meat. The plate licked clean. He finished it all with a scull of his jug of coke and a loud burp. With clean fingers and a full stomach, he leaned back finally, hands spread wide against his dome of a belly. “Hyung.” Was the only thing Yoongi had heard him say all meal, and it was only then Hoseok approached the boy.

“Good job.” He nodded, as if Hoseok was a higher up boss, being forced to congratulate a pleb employee like Jimin. The pathetic pat on the back added even more discomfort to the fit to burst Jimin, jostling him with a moan.

“Come now Jimin.” Hoseok said after a moment, not really letting Jimin process his meals at all. The five others sighed, looking a little sympathetic for their friend, but if Jimin’s didn’t care, they would try not to either.

The fat boy pushed himself up, his tummy pulling at his shirt which had been somewhat lose when he arrived but was now pulling at the buttons. More so, his belt was completely undone, the clacking of metal on metal unmistakable and his pant button popped open, only his wide hips keeping his trousers on. His underhanging belly was covering it for the most part, popping out the bottom of his shirt.

Jimin stifled a burp as he got to his feet, a small toot of gas bursting from his behind instead. He only waved at his friends, not sure he could open his mouth without letting all the bubbles out. Hoseok speaking for him as he said goodbye, ignoring the tight lipped smiles of all his friends unhappy with his actions.

Hoseok sped up to take over Jimin, leading the large boy out of the room finally. They had only two streets to cross before their house, but that was still enough to disrupt Jimin’s very sensitive tummy.

“Hyungie…” he called, falling behind a little as they only just crossed the street from the pub. Hoseok paused, turning to his whining baby. He knew what Jimin wanted, but he wouldn’t get it yet.

“Come on Jimin-Ah. Hurry up.” He huffed, taking the boy’s chubby hand in his and pulling, making Jimin’s fat legs work faster. He whined at being shaken up even more, the food and gas feeling like it was going to find a way to come back up soon. Still, he persevered. Hoseok had done this to him many times by now.

When they finally reached their house, Jimin huffed by the door step waiting for his boyfriend to open the door. He needed a little break after practically speed waddling the whole way. His thighs would be sore tomorrow from the chafe.

“I think it’s straight into the bath for you piggy.” Hoseok poked at Jimin’s shirt. The younger didn’t know why until he got inside and looked in the mirror. His fat chin had leaked sauce onto the neck of his shirt, but with such a big double chin, Jimin didn’t even see it.

Accepting whatever his boyfriend wanted him to do, he waddled straight to the bathroom, plopping down on the toilet, lid up, waiting for Hoseok to come help.

Jimin glanced around the room in the mean time only to find a set of candles surrounding the tub. An oil infuser was filling the place with a lovely floral scent and a bouquet of roses sat in the corner of their hot tub sized bath. It looked beautiful and Jimin wondered when Hoseok had time to put it all together.

“Is it to my loves liking?”

The elder stepped into the room, his clothes gone apart from his boxers where Jimin could see his very obvious boner. Jimin had thought he had forgotten…

“You did all this?” He asked with a dumb smile, his eyes having brightened considerably from the dull look back at the pub.

“Of course I did. It’s valentines. Just because you’re my fat piggy, doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to be spoilt too… you know I love you.” Hoseok smiled, the love heart shape perfectly fitting for the day.

Jimin had honestly been questioning his Hyungs love recently, feeling more like a toy than a person, but today showed him different. He knew he was special to Hoseok, the elder had an odd way of showing it, but he did take care of Jimin well.

Jimin cooed at the elder, raising his hands up, excited to get into their large bathtub, ready for a “long night full of treats” as Hoseok put it. Jimin could envision them fucking all night long…

He slid down into the tub after getting stripped, the water only a quarter filled because Jimin’s body weight was far to large and Hoseok didn’t want a slip hazard for later.

“Thank you so much Hyungie.” Jimin smiled happy to be all warm in the tub. Hoseok sat beside him on the edge, rubbing at Jimin’s large belly while it domed out of the water when he sat back, like a little island in the vast expanse of bath water.

“That’s ok baby. Are you ready for your first treat?” Jimin nodded, elated when his Hyungs hand slipped into the water, slipping down the underside of Jimin’s big belly. His hand was so close to his cock, it had Jimin’s eyes rolling closed, his mouth dropping open in a moan.

“Fuccc-mhm.” Jimin’s eyes shot open when something cold and sweet was shoved into his mouth. He looked down to see the elder pulling the green tip of a strawberry away. “One down baby many to go.” Hoseok smiled as Jimin’s belly growled in discomfort.

He supposes the elder did say a long night full of treats.

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chubjoon · 10 months ago

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thought I would write more during the summer but the biggest brain fart occurred these past months and I couldn't write anything :(

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chubjoon · 11 months ago

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I have to add, this fic is also one I always come back to. actually inspired me on You can't call me idol, but I'll never compare to it, it's too good!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22933105

also.

THIS FANFICTION. I've been obsessed with it since I first read it. it's incredible. It never gets old lol it always does the trick for me, it's just THAT GOOD

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40109238

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chubjoon · 11 months ago

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also.

THIS FANFICTION. I've been obsessed with it since I first read it. it's incredible. It never gets old lol it always does the trick for me, it's just THAT GOOD

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40109238

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chubjoon · 11 months ago

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I've recently been getting into some ABO stuff on AO3 and I finally realized why I hated it before.

The only few ones I read before were too feminizing in my opinion and it irked me to the core, and I thought that mpreg was also what made me hate this genre but no???

Idk, I think that when it's normal in the universe and treated that way with no over exaggerations on any specific things it's fine. Yes I'm sharing this here out of nowhere but tell me what you think abt that I'm curious

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chubjoon · 1 year ago

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I'm here to complain about myself‼️‼️

In the feedism community, I've always been more of a feeder/admirer type than a feedee (not that I took any of those roles ever in real life tho lol)

but sometimes I still wish I was bigger than I am currently, I'm naturally built like a dying victorian child and it frustrates me, even sometimes disgust me tbh cuz you can see and feel my bones all the time and argh I hate it it creeps me out

I eat a lot too, sometimes I feel like I'm acting the same as the feedees in my stories but even then I'm capable of losing weight out of nowhere???

it's so infuriating and I wish I wasn't like that, like I said earlier I'm more of an admirer cuz fat people, except for being hot, are also soft and it's just so nice to cuddle with them :((

it's just not as nice to hug a freaking stick bug like me in comparison 💀 I'm not even comfortable laying down in bed, I'm sure hugs with me feel like hugging a sad miserable lawn chair

ANYWAYS. I don't know if anyone will read it or even if I have the right to complain since I'm skinny but I'm so so done with it and I'm so frustrated

#feedism

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chubjoon · 1 year ago

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FAT NAMJOON FAT NAMJOON FAT NAMJOON

FAT NAMJOON FAT NAMJOON FAT NAMJOON

he blonde >.<

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chubjoon · 1 year ago

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anyone wanna chat? I wanna talk to someone :'(

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chubjoon · 1 year ago

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God damn it, sometimes I have to ask myself: why is barely-able-to-live, four digit, extreme obesity so fucking hot?

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chubjoon · 1 year ago

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Hello everyone!

I really wanted to be back here and interacting with everyone again, but I was hella nervous. Still I dug out an old wip and did a little tweaking in hopes that it can re-spark my excitement over writing. So here it is, I hope you like it and please send any prompts or ideas for new things because I am so out of ideas. 😅

Warning ⚠️ (teeny, tiny bit of forced feeding but mostly just nice stuff and a comment on restrictive eating at the end)

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"Come on Jiminie, just a little more." Namjoon encouraged. He himself had both dumbbells in his hands, doing his own bicep curls. Since the start of the year, Namjoon had gotten very invested with working out. It shouldn't have been a surprise, he had always strived to keep up with Jungkook and now he was.

"Two more of this set to go." He called, lifting the 15kg weights up to his shoulders, making sure his wrists didn't twist to cause any injuries. He was progressing really well.

Namjoon constantly looked through the mirror to check that Jimin was going just as well as he was. He didn't want his boyfriend falling behind when Jimin had so cutely asked for his help. "Come on baby, you can do it. We have two sets after this, then we're done."

Namjoon managed to lower his bells to give himself a bit more rest than just holding them for the strict 30 second breather they got. Jimin however rarely got a breather as he always went over into their rest time.

"One more for the set and then the next one Jiminie." Namjoon encouraged turning to hold the short boy's cheek for a moment before he turned back to do the next two reps of 15 curls with a 16 kg weight.

"You have to start right away Minnie, no slacking this time." Namjoon called pushing himself harder and harder, just like Jimin was.

Namjoon honestly really liked Jimin's company while he worked out. It was nice and he loved watching Jimin in any way he could. This really just gave him an excuse.

Namjoon moved to the floor, starting his first rep of weighted sit-ups. He made sure to position his body to face the mirror to watch Jimin and make sure that he was also keeping up.

"Come on baby, push yourself. I know you can do it." He called to encourage when he heard Jimin grunt out of exertion. "Just a couple more and you'll get a 30 second break, only if you're quick though."

Namjoon finished his 20 sit-ups with ease, despite him coming through the latter half of his workout. He kept an eye on his boyfriend in the mirror to check that he wasn't cheating.

"Take 30 seconds to breathe, Jiminie. Get yourself a drink and then we are going again. Don't lose the pace." Namjoon warned. He checked his watch, making sure to not go over the 30 second time and then started them again.

"Alright baby next rep, you can do it. I believe in you!" He called already on his 3rd sit up of this set.

He powered through, feeling the burn in his abs as he did. He was enjoying himself and he hoped Jimin was too. "20 more seconds and then we are done for this rep!" He called with the slightest huff.

Namjoon felt like he was barely breaking the surface of his workout, while Jimin was huffing and puffing behind him. It had been a while since they had gotten together like this.

The taller one stood up, taking a look over Jimin while he went into their rest time like he did for every other rep, but Namjoon wouldn't let them fall behind. He was strict.

"I'm gonna start my chin ups. Remember to keep up with my pace. I'll count it out so we will be doing it together ok?" Namjoon nodded, seeing Jimin's eyes sparkle at him, but he didn't answer back.

"Ready..." Namjoon grabbed the bar above his head and began, keeping his legs crossed as he lifted himself up and down with ease. He had cuffs on his ankles from the start of his workout to really amp up the weight, but they still didn't keep him from his goal.

Namjoon was nearly a match for Jungkook now that he had dedicated most of his free time to the gym.

"Push! Push! Push!" He called when he saw Jimin slowing with each pull up he did himself. "Don't give in! Work through it!" He tried to motivate Jimin to keep up. They were in this together.

"25! 26! 27!"

"37! 38"

"42! 43! 44!" Namjoon always kept his pace. He didn't slow down and he wouldn't let Jimin. This is why he wanted him here after all. He needed support!

"And 50!" He exclaimed in victory. Namjoon smiled, turning around to his boyfriend. Jimin sat on the bench behind him, his own work definitely not completed yet. At that very moment Jimin slowly brought the 12th donut of his pack up to his lips, groaning lowly as he took a bite.

He had sweat building on his brow, his face flushed red from exhaustion as he had just scoffed a large chip bags, his first bottle of gainer shake and the whole 2 dozen donuts. Namjoon was impressed with the start to his workout today.

He ran his eyes over his tubby boyfriend, lingering a little longer on the girls sports bra he had Jimin don while they did his training each day and the short shorts he wore to show off his thick cellulite thighs.

Jimin used to wear more clothings, but since his weight started to rise over 380 pounds, even just sitting and stuffing himself caused him to sweat profusely. Namjoon loved seeing his piggy's skin pink from exhaustion and glisten with sweat just from eating, so they did a little shopping to show off Jimin's body and they both loved it.

"Come on, my love. Just finish the rest and take a break. We will get you in the tub to soak a little while after this." Namjoon promised.

After a feast, one of Jimin's favourite things to do was to sit in the cold hot-tub sized bath they got to soothe his hot, flushed skin. Normally Namjoon would join as well, rubbing Jimin's big belly until he was finished digesting.

"I can't Hyungie." Jimin whined, his stomach a rosy red from being stuffed to the extreme. He had gotten through three quarters of his whole feed as Namjoon finished his own set, but now Jimin was coming to his breaking point.

His body would not force anymore food into him. His arms ached, his body trembled and his belly was starting to let out loud and long protests. "I think I overdid myself today." Jimin rested a hand on the curve of his tummy, leaning back against the wall behind him.

But Namjoon knew it wasn't true. This was a mere 11,000 calories worth of food which Jimin could normally trump easily. He just needed Namjoon's help.

"I'm sure you can finish this off my love." Namjoon walked over, seeing what food Jimin had left of his afternoon snack.

A full bag of chips and two gainer shakes. It wasn't as bad as Namjoon thought at all. He could get Jimin to finish them easily.

"N-no, not today Joonie, please." Jimin huffed, feeling like his belly was about to explode. He didn't know why he was feeling so bad, could it have been the half cake he snuck between morning tea and lunch? Or possibly the extra two burgers he ordered for lunch that he hid from his boyfriend in humiliation?

Jimin and his internalised fatphobia always got the best of him, though his stomach put up a very good fight.

"Oh don't be a baby, Minnie." Namjoon clicked his tongue at the younger, sounding disappointed in him. "You normally have this easy. My big baby could swallow this much food in his sleep..." Namjoon looked up to Jimin with dark eyes. "Did my baby eat something else? Were you being a naughty boy?"

Jimin's heart raced. Yes he had been but he couldn't let Namjoon know, he was embarrassed that he couldn’t control his hunger. The haze was getting to Jimin quicker than normal. "No Joonie, I swear, Minnie is just full today." He hiccuped dramatically, feeling his large bloated belly jiggle in pain as he did. A little lie wasn't going to hurt, was it?

Namjoon's eyes squinted. He knew his baby too well. Namjoon wasn't dumb at all, but he didn’t know why Jimin was hiding, especially in this situation because, well any more food Jimin had eaten before meant extra calories into today and that’s what they wanted, right.

"Well then, if you haven't had any extra, I'm sure you can fit a little more in then, honey." Namjoon kept his voice light and his expression bright, even with his suspicious eyes staring into Jimin's soul. He was waiting for Jimin to come clean and trust that he, as his feeder, knew him well enough.

Jimin fiddled with his fingers for a moment cursing himself for lying 5 seconds ago. He couldn't admit to it now though, he'd look like a fool and he was worried Namjoon would be upset with him for lying, so he would keep it a secret and accept anymore food in his mouth.

"Maybe just a few more bites than Hyungie, but I really am full." Jimin mumbled, with big puppy dog eyes on to pull at his boyfriend's heartstrings.

But Namjoon had grown immune to his big brown pupils. It took time, nearly 10 years of it, but he succeeded. "If you say so, baby.” Namjoon tried to let Jimin keep control in the moment, but he couldn’t help feeling a little down as he grabbed the bag of salty chips and a shake to wash it down with.

Namjoon’s hurt feelings had him being a little rougher with his boyfriend than he normally liked, but his brain was only half focused on Jimin now. The other was overthinking what was happening.

"N-nuh-" Jimin shook his head, not wanting both but the first mouthful of food was already being pushed past his lips. He quickly chewed like the good little piggy he was, his mouth moving automatically just because there was food in front of him.

Namjoon got the first three handfuls in before he dumped a quarter of the drink down Jimin's throat. There was barely time for the boy to breathe, only managing whines and moans of discomfort around the food.

Soon, once he had finished with the first shake, Namjoon opted to not pick up the next just yet and decided to slide his spare hand down Jimin's burgeoning stomach and into his tiny, booty pants, cupping the fat covered cock.

Jimin's eyes went wide, feeling Namjoon's thumb start to rub his tip already. To Jimin's surprise it managed to open his mouth wider with more pleasurable moans, allowing Namjoon to stuff bigger handfuls of chips in.

In seconds the chip bag was empty, and Namjoon had another bottle of gainer shake at Jimin's lips. Once the bottle was secured, like a baby, he released it as well, moving his other hand to Jimin's belly, rubbing the hot skin while starting to tug on his shaft.

Jimin let out little squeals and whimpers of protest, finding it hard to swallow with the little gasps and hiccups he made as his cock got pleasured, but the bottle was unrelenting and Jimin was too food dumb to think of pulling it from his mouth.

Gravity had it pumping mouthful after mouthful into his anyway. Jimin had to close his eyes to stop the tears from spilling as he choked down more and more milk substance.

"H-Hyung..." Jimin gasped once the second shake was gone. He finally raised his own hands to remove the bottle, begging his boyfriend to stop. "I'm sorry. I did sneak some food but I'm so full now!" He could feel his belly start to brush against his thighs which were spread wide already to give it some room. He was beyond stuffed now.

Namjoon paused his ministrations on the boy's body to look up at Jimin, eyes locking on. "So you lied to me?" He frowned, disappointed that Jimin didn’t just say so earlier. He knew the younger hated being in trouble.

"I did." Jimin sniffled, wiping at his lips where the salt and little bits of liquid had collected, but to his own surprise his fingers found their way into his mouth, making sure he licked it all up still. "I-I was hungry before but I'm so full now." He finished the confession with a loud burp.

Namjoon's soft, disappointed expression hurt the younger boy. He hoped that the elder wouldn’t be too mad with him but instead it just looked like Namjoon was upset.

"That's very naughty of you baby." Namjoon frowned and slipped his hands out of Jimin's pants, standing back up and moving away.

It left Jimin in complete shock. He wasn't mad but disappointed, which is always worse. "Wait Hyungie?" Jimin asked when he saw Namjoon put on a slight frown and step away.

"If you don't trust me with the truth Jimin-ah, how can we trust each other?"

Was Namjoon really hurt by this? Jimin hadn’t meant to not put trust in him, he just wanted some cake earlier, and burgers, and maybe a whole bag of chips before this…

Jimin pushed all of the food packets off himself and stood up, his knees popping and cracking under his heavy weight as he did.

“Hyungie…” he said with little tears in his eyes, grabbing the elders hands. “I never meant to not trust you… of course I trust you with the truth… I-i guess I’m just still a little nervous about eating without restrictions anymore.” Jimin lowered his head, disappointed in himself.

“After 20 years of being good or having to hide my snacking, I still feel the need to keep my hunger and food a secret so I’m not being judged…” Jimin pouted. He truly did trust Namjoon 100%.

The elder sighed, grabbing Jimin’s other hand in his and pulling him into a hug. “I guess it will still take us some time to get over our insecurities.” Namjoon felt bad for jumping down Jimin's throat when he clearly didn’t do it on purpose to hurt him.

Jimin nodded against the taller boy's chest, his fat body too wide for Namjoon’s hands to meet around him, so he just patted Jimin’s back. “We will just keep working on it together…” Namjoon said.

“Thank you Hyungie.” Jimin snuggled in closer, finding comfort in his boyfriend's arms, but the squeeze brought out a little toot making him blush against Namjoon.

The elder just started laughing at his cute chubby boyfriend, giving Jimin’s soft cheeks a kiss. “I guess you really were full.”

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chubjoon · 1 year ago

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🤭🤭 glad to know

Old friends, new discovery pt.3/3

It's only when Seokjin got home that he realized he'd forgotten his handbag at Namjoon's house. It wasn't that huge of a problem since his apartment door opened with a keypad and he had his phone on him, but he needed his wallet, he couldn’t just leave his bag there. And it was his favorite bag.

So he sent a quick message to Namjoon, asking if he had time to come over tomorrow after Seokjin was done with his work. The older will never admit that it's also because he got curious about how Namjoon would look in his apartment. When Namjoon agreed to come and give his bag back to him on said time, asking if they could share dinner then, Seokjin pushed down all the horny thoughts that this suggestion brought out to him and agreed to dinner.

The next day, Seokjin went and got groceries right after work to start cooking some dinner for them. Seokjin gloated about his cooking again to Namjoon as he suggested he cooked for them and not order takeout.

After he was done cutting the vegetables he needed, he put them in a big pot to let it cook. He put basically all the rice he could fit in his rice cooker, before getting back on the vegetables and adding water and curry cubes to make Japanese curry. A whole lot of Japanese curry. Enough to feed him for days if he was the only one eating it.

Some time after, as the curry was almost done cooking, someone rang at the front door. Seokjin took a steadying breath and he smoothed out his shirt, walking briskly towards the door to open it.

He smiled at Namjoon standing in front of him, panting as always, wearing a button up shirt that was stretched thin around his stomach, not able to cover the hanging part of it and leaving at least 5 centimeters of belly visible, and his pants looked snug like they hadn't been worn in a while.

He greeted him and forced himself to not let his gaze linger too long on his body and let the younger enter his home. Though it wasn't so easy.

Namjoon tried to enter head on like normal, but his hips were too wide for the narrow entry. Seokjin just stared at him as Namjoon sent him a bashful glance, turning sideways to try it that way. His stomach was close to getting caught in the doorway but he was able to slip through. Seokjin closed the door after him and led the way, being extra cautious on looking straight in front of him as he was hearing Namjoon waddled his way behind him. He could clearly hear his heavy breathing, constant every time they saw each other, and he could only imagine his underbelly jiggling like crazy as his thighs continued to hit it at every step. Once he reached the living, he turned towards the younger only to see him maneuver himself slowly sideways to slip through the living room's doorway, the frame of it was smaller than the main entrance. It was a tight fit but he passed the doorway with no damage. Namjoon sighed and walked as quickly as he could (it was very slow) to the couch, sitting his gigantic ass on it. Both men heard the dangerous cracking noises it let out when Namjoon was finally seated, exchanging a silent glance. Namjoon smiled at Seokjin then and settled his handbag on the coffee table with a bit of a struggle reaching it around his belly. He basically had to throw the bag on the table since he couldn't reach it enough to put down the object gently.

"How's it been since yesterday?" he asked Seokjin with a laugh that made his entire body jiggle once he leaned back against the couch. It creaked again, like it was suffering under his weight.

"It's been good" Seokjin responded, voice strained. He gulped down his arousal, always coming back intensely whenever he just saw Namjoon. But now, after seeing how his couch was struggling and how close he was to getting stuck in his doorways, it was hard. Hah. "How about you?" he finally said, plastering a sweet smile on his face that was half genuine, half there to keep his thoughts straight.

"Good too." Namjoon put a hand on his stomach as he was still trying to stop panting. Seokjin thinks it’ll never be possible with how massive he was. "Though since you mentioned your cooking I can't stop thinking about it. My stomach misses it"

Seokjin blushed as he was brought back to his highschool self, cooking for Namjoon for almost every lunch. It was a way to show his affection to the younger at the time, and even back then seeing him eat was… An experience.

He sent him a shy smile and got up, retrieving all the food he made earlier to put it on the dining table. He put all the rice inside a bowl and settled it beside the pot of curry, then set the dishes. He served their respective bowls, putting a way bigger portion in Namjoon’s.

He brought out bottles of soda too, but not the dessert yet. He's keeping that secret for now, a bit embarrassed about his idea. He didn’t want to admit he had one before they even got to eat, he didn’t want to seem like he was pushing it onto Namjoon. He didn’t want the younger to connect the dots and understand that him eating was the ultimate turn on for Seokjin.

"Well I hope you're hungry. Here it is, I made curry" he said, pointing to the big pot filled with food, beckoning Namjoon to come sit at the table as he first served himself his small portion of food.

Namjoon got up, struggling. He had to grip the armrest with a deathgrip to help him get up. After he was finally on his feet, he walked heavily to the chair Seokjin had left for him, looking worried at the tiny size of it. He still scooted it back enough for him to fit, and he sat down slowly onto it. His thighs and ass were spilling out of the chair, Seokjin couldn’t even see it anymore, engulfed in Namjoon's fat body. It was so hot seeing a man this huge trying to fit in a tiny chair like this, but he looked very uncomfortable. So Seokjin got up, took the chair beside Namjoon's and he brought it beside him.

"Take this one too." He said quietly. Namjoon just looked at him quietly, before settling his obese body on the two chairs with the help of Seokjin. It was finally more comfortable, even if he was so huge his thighs were still spilling out of the chairs slightly. At least it was more stable than just sitting on one chair.

Seokjin took the ladle for the curry and started to serve Namjoon, asking the younger to say when to stop. Namjoon waited until the curry was filling the bowl entirely before saying stop, grabbing his spoon already.Seokjin assured Namjoon that he was free to take more if he was still hungry, digging into his own food.

Namjoon for once seemed to be taking his time savoring Seokjin's food as it's been a long time ever since he tasted it. But he still finished his share before Seokjin did, even if the older had a smaller portion. Seokjin simply didn’t realize that he's been staring at Namjoon for far too long until that very moment when the younger looked at him in the eyes questionably. Seokjin quickly looked down at his bowl, ashamed, and resumed eating what he served himself. It was almost cold, and that made him feel even more humiliated. Just for how long has he been staring at the younger? He decided to just not look at him again until he finished his own share of food.

Although that decision lasted shortly and he couldn’t help looking back up when Namjoon complimented his food with the same enthusiasm as when they were younger, making Seokjin feel very endeared by that. The younger then reached out to get seconds, having to get up to do so, his uncovered underbelly sitting on the table when he leaned over the pot of curry to get his second helping. He poured a hearty amount of it into his bowl and packed the remaining space with rice. After he settled his gigantic butt back down on his two chairs, Seokjin had to look away. He determinedly finishes his plate before he starts staring again and making the younger feel creeped out by him.

They didn’t talk about what happened the last time they were together and when Seokjin helped Namjoon rub his belly. And since Namjoon didn't mention it, Seokjin didn’t, feeling like the reason the younger didn't talk about it was because he felt uncomfortable about it but he let it slide because he was too kind. So Seokjin thought he wouldn’t add fuel to the fire and ruin his second chance like that.

Sadly, his primitive instincts were burning up by themselves as he watched Namjoon gobbled down all the food he cooked. Gobbled was the right word, as when he ate his first bowl he was taking his time, when he was serving himself for the fourth time he was eating his food like there was no tomorrow, eating at the pace of someone possessed by a very hungry pig. He was drinking soda glass after glass, drinking more than a liter of it by himself. And when he finished his bowl, he half tried to reach for the pot again, but his stomach was too full for him to do it. He was leaned against the backrest, a hand on his stomach and the other one reaching out for the pot halfheartedly. He looked so big, so tantalizing with his stomach spilling out the bottom of his shirt and straining the buttons, with some curry at the corner of his lips, sitting on two chairs but still asking for more. He couldn’t hide his fat rolls emphasized by his tight shirt and pants, but it was like he didn’t want to.

He sent an asking glance at Seokjin and the older understood that it was now his job to serve him the food he wanted.

Seokjin got up from his chair and he scraped the remnants of the pot to fill Namjoon’s bowl with it. It was more than the portion the younger had put in his previous four servings but he didn’t say anything. Seokjin also gave him the rest of the rice.

They were silent, and the older couldn’t help but feel some sort of tension between them, mostly because of how intensely Namjoon was staring at him now. God, did the younger feel that when Seokjin did that to him earlier?

Seokjin settled back down on his chair, suddenly unable to make any eye contact with Namjoon. He didn’t know what to feel about it all. He stared down at his hands, trying to act nonchalant.

He could hear Namjoon finishing the dish he cooked, the small sounds the two chairs made everytime he leaned towards his plate, and he thought that if Namjoon really was uncomfortable here with him he wouldn’t be doing that right now.

He looked up at him slurping down the rest of his curry to eat faster, bringing full spoons of rice in his mouth and barely chewing before swallowing. He apparently set his mind on finishing the 2 liters bottle of soda, seeing as he was finishing it along with his meal.

Quickly enough, not a crumb was left on his plate and Seokjin, because of the silence between them and the eye contact they shared after Namjoon put down his plate, felt a sudden surge of bravery.

“I still have feelings for you Joonie” he sputtered out determinedly, even if he was blushing and fiddling with his fingers. He was looking straight into Namjoon’s eyes, so he clearly saw how they widened slightly at the confession.

“Oh. Really?” Namjoon asked, a bit incredulous. Seokjin only nodded in response. “Me too” the younger added.

They stared at each other silently, taking the time to understand what that meant for them. They started laughing together, thinking of how silly it all was right now. And they laughed for a little while, caught up with it until it was cut by an abrupt belch coming from Namjoon. He sheepishly put a hand on his mouth, and Seokjin blushed as he thought back of how much that man ate tonight in front of him. And all the other times.

“Right hum, is it a body thing?” the latter asked. Seokjin blinked at him.

“What do you mean?” he asked, but he thinks he knows. He’s already started blushing even more.

Namjoon rubbed the side of his belly mindlessly, muffling another burp.

“I think you know what I mean. I’ve noticed your stares. I kinda thought it was out of disgust but hum…Your boner last time wasn’t all that discreet. Or your suggestion to help rub my stomach” Namjoon responded, a bit sheepishly but also smug.

Seokjin chuckled nervously, hiding his face behind his hands.

“Shit, I’m sorry… I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. And it’s not just a body thing, not at all” he was quick to justify, tone assured.

He felt a chubby hand gently pry his hands off his face and hold them, so he had to look at Namjoon again. He was looking at him earnestly and with eyes full of kindness.

“I believe you. And you didn’t make me uncomfortable.” he said with a smile that Seokjin reciprocated.

They stared at each other in silence before Namjoon shuffled awkwardly on his seats.

“Could you help me sit on the couch please? The chairs are starting to hurt” Namjoon asked, and Seokjin was quick to be on his feet and ready to help him up.

The younger smiled at him and accepted the help. While he was lifting himself up with his left arm on the table, Seokjin was helping him from the right. With great teamwork, he was up quickly, and the older didn’t let his arm go until he was sat again.

He escorted him as he slowly walked to the couch, turning around with a bit of difficulty before sitting at the seat he was on earlier. Seokjin held on tight for him to sit as gently as he could.

The couch made noises of complaints again and the older slightly feared that it wasn’t strong enough to hold Namjoon’s weight. But since it only seemed to make noise and wasn’t budging at all, he brushed it off for now. He attentively looked at Namjoon sitting on his couch, in his home, and excitement simmered more intensely inside his stomach as he felt a new kind of thrill had started after their confession. That thrill amplified as he saw how massive Namjoon was on his tiny couch, something that didn’t look so apparent in the younger’s apartment that is furnished adapted to his weight. His belly was hanging out the seat and he almost was half on and half out the couch, but it didn’t seem to bother him. He seemed more content on this seat than on the two chairs, which is fair.

He was unsurprisingly out of breath, but it did look like he was constantly because of all the fat he had hanging on his body.

Right before Seokjin could open his mouth and say something along the lines of you look so hot right now or anything else like this, a loud cracking noise resonated in his apartment, followed by a loud thunk.

The couch broke right under Namjoon. And he was now lying awkwardly on the floor, belly up.

Seokjin didn’t linger too long and the view of this beached whale on his floor, belly so big that even while lying down it covered half his thighs and obstructed his view. Seokjin, from where he was standing, couldn’t see Namjoon’s face because of it. But he saw his struggle trying to get up, and again, he was quick to help him.

This time, it was harder to get him up. Seokjin could only grab one of his arms, and he gathered all his strength to try and get him up. His fingers sunk in his flesh as he tried to pull him up, and Namjoon tried to use his other arm to push him up on the floor

With all their strength combined, they were able to get Namjoon into a sitting position. Seokjin’s arms were straining and they went a little numb with hurt, and he was panting as well as Namjoon. The younger was also sweating, patches of sweat visible on his tight shirt.

Sitting on the floor like that, legs spread to let his big belly hang in between, he looked so good. His stomach sitting on the floor, on his legs, just taking up so much space as well as his thighs. An arm on the dome of his belly and the other shakingly trying to help him stay up.

Seokjin couldn’t resist. He crouched down next to Namjoon and he extended his arm to cup one of his cheeks to make Namjoon look at him. They exchanged a knowing look and Seokjin leaned in to kiss him fervently. He had to be flushed against his stomach to be able to do it, and it only added up to his pent up excitement.

God knows for how long they kept on making out. And how long it took to make Namjoon stand up and walk to Seokjin’s room to follow up with… Other things.

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