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tae156 · 9 months ago

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Heavily Used

Summary: This is a bit experimental (or weird), and maybe a bit predictable, but I had fun writing it. This is a story about an important relationship in a fat guy’s life, and the risk of taking things for granted. It’s also a story about coping (or not coping) with change.

Hope you enjoy!

I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I can only handle so much. It’s one thing to be taken for granted, that’s something we all have to live with. It’s just the total lack of acknowledgment, or even awareness that I’ve been under a lot of pressure lately. I swear, one of these days, I’m just gonna snap and call it quits.

A little bit about me: I’m stylish, polished, and pretty easy on the eyes, if I do say so myself. Born in Poland, but my background is Swedish—I’m European, at heart. The name is Anders, but no one actually calls me that. I’m not super high-maintenance, once you figure me out, but everyone needs a little attention from time to time. Some tending.

Especially living with Max.

I’ve known Max for a while, and he’s not a bad guy. He can be a little rough sometimes, and maybe a little careless, but it doesn’t come from a bad place. I think it’s just a lack of self-awareness. And let’s be honest, that’s a common problem among pretty-boy jocks.

The trouble with Max is that he’s not the pretty-boy I once knew. He’s changed… he’s grown. I mean, he’s literally grown. Grown by about a hundred pounds, if I had to guess, and counting. Over the course of our time together, I’ve gotten pretty familiar with his ass, and I’ll admit, it’s a great one. But, boy, he’s got a lot more ass for me to handle these days.

It’s not insurmountable, not yet at least. But I’m worried it’s getting there.

It started out simply enough, the innocent midnight snacks and occasional takeout treats. No problem, right? Twunks can afford to indulge a little, especially a hot commodity like Max. But then, you get comfortable. You settle into a routine, you let yourself go. That’s the thing about creatures of beauty: one minute you’re the hottest guy in town, trim and toned, with a golden tan and handsome face and perfect, silky hair. The sort of guy who only seems to exist in a Hollywood version of reality. But then, inevitably, something happens. Sometimes tastes change, or maybe you’re the one doing the changing.

I won’t deny, I’m not in the same shape I was when I entered Max’s life for the first time. Any long-term relationship comes with the normal wear-and-tear. Max, though, has taken it to a whole new level.

The little snacks become big snacks. The extra meals go from “occasional” to “frequent” to “everyday”. Gluttony takes over. A 32-inch waist becomes a 36-inch waist becomes a 40-inch waist; size-small shirts are discarded in the back of the closet, soon joined by ill-fitting mediums, and then by larges, stretched out of shape by a gut that won’t stop getting bigger. Max used to flit around the apartment like a bird; now he lumbers like an elephant, heavy footfalls and a slow, waddling gait. His own warning system—you can hear him coming.

On paper, I know I should be trying to help lighten the load. And it’s not like I’m totally unappreciated; there are days when he comes home from work, legs tired and arms loaded down with takeout, and I can tell he’s genuinely happy to have me. But it doesn’t last long. Once dinner’s over, I’m back to being ignored while he sits on the couch, gorging himself in front of the TV, until he comes around again to stuff his face at the next meal. Which, to be fair, is pretty often these days.

It sounds cruel, the way I talk about his escalating weight, his increasingly-indecent greed. I’m not trying to be mean. I just wish he’d consider how it might affect me. I have to live with him, and he’s starting to cramp my style. But it’s not like I can say anything. I just have to sit there in silence, while he eats and eats, grows and grows, piling on pound after excess pound. And the way he eats, moaning and licking and slurping… it’s downright pornographic.

250 starts to feel like a lowball as the months go by. He’s pushing me to my limits without even realizing it. I’ve never had to deal with a guy this fat before, a guy whose big, round bubble butt would hang over the side of even the most substantial chair. And I, personally, am not “substantial”. I’m pretty thin; it’s just how I was made. I thought Max was made that way, too.

I start trying to make my frustration known, but like I said, I can’t just come right out and say something. So I try a little subtlety; a small groan every now and then when he throws himself down at the dinner table for another round of hedonism. If he notices, he doesn’t care. He just keeps upping the ante.

And upping just about everything else: his pants size, his portion sizes, the size of his monster-truck ass and thunder thighs. They press together whenever he sits down, now, lard against blubber. Not like in the old days when his legs were lithe and lean. His moobs bulge against every tank top, his pudgy arms pack his sleeves, his love handles blossom over the top of every waistband like ripening tropical fruit.

In occasional moments of self-pity, I hazard a guess: how much does my man weigh now? 275 pounds? 300? Is he even trying to do something about it? Clearly not. He never works out anymore, unless you count working up a sweat over a third (or fourth, or fifth) slice of cheesecake. I honestly wonder if he’s doing it on purpose, just to spite me. Or test me. But I know that’s crazy—like I said, sometimes I truly doubt he even thinks about what it’s like for me.

But the problem is getting harder to ignore; he really throws his weight around these days. He heaves himself up off the couch. He rests a hand on the front of his bulging belly, barely restrained by some poor, threadbare top, back arching forward from the strain of it all (he’s not a tall guy, which makes his increasingly S-shaped silhouette even more pronounced). He trudges from the living room to the kitchen and drops himself in front of the table like an anvil. When he sits down, his ass, spilling out of some indecent pair of jean shorts, spreads out like lava blanketing some hapless Roman hamlet.

Some nights, I strain underneath him, feeling absolutely crushed by his sheer weight, boundless mass bearing down on me with the force of gravity. How big is he now? I wonder, as I listen to him moan and groan with pleasure. 325? 350? Could he really have gained over 200 pounds? How could he not realize what he’s doing to himself—what he’s doing to me?

He’s just so oblivious. I don’t even recognize him anymore. I’ve been starting to make noises about how uncomfortable I am, how much I’m struggling with his extra weight. But, as always, it falls on deaf ears. His tight little butt has become a pair of vast, ponderous globes, his abs and lats and obliques are encased in a spare tire that belongs on an 18-wheeler, his tits bulge out and dangle towards his armpits. And he just. Keeps. Going.

Keeps eating. Keeps gaining. Keeps expanding.

Things reach a boiling point before dinner one night. I can see him piling up the table, unboxing some outrageous quantity of food for his secret nightly mukbang. Well, secret except for the consequences, which anyone with eyes could notice. “There’s a man who likes his food” would be such a trite, vapid observation that it doesn’t even need saying. He doesn’t just “like” his food, he lives for his food. Food is practically a part of Max’s identity at this point.

He’s starting to lower his colossal ass to sit, and I can tell this is it. Tonight’s the night. Fuck it, I’m done. He’s well past 350 pounds, and that’s too much weight for me to handle.

Maybe he’ll appreciate me more when I’m not around. Hejdå, Max, it was nice knowing you! At least, it used to be.

Max sat on the floor, rolls of fat still wobbling from the jarring motion of his fall. His chair had been complaining for a while now—squeaking and groaning every time he sat down—but he hadn’t expected it to actually break. What a load of bullshit! He wasn’t even that fat!

He looked around at the splintered wood, soreness radiating across his ass—and not in a fun, post-fucking kind of way. At least his buttocks were nicely-padded. When he was bony, a slip on the ice hurt like all hell.

He was glad he was alone, or this would have been super embarrassing. At least no one was around to see him smash that chair like a pro-wrestler in a grudge match. He knew he’d been overdoing it, but this wasn’t his fault. How could it be, surely he wasn’t that big? Just a little out of shape, in need of a few good workouts to shed some winter weight. It was just the cheap IKEA furniture he bought.

With a grunt, he started the process of heaving his monumental form to a stand. As he started to gather his momentum, he glanced at the ruined seat and frowned. He actually liked that chair. It was pretty comfortable.

At least, it used to be.

(Author’s Note: don’t forget to rotate your dining chairs!)

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Always come back to this masterpiece 🥵

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burping into his hand jungkook sank against the couch that has molded itself to his gigantic figure.

He groaned as he scratched his big jiggly belly and barley lifted up his ginormous ass to let out a fart.

God it always felt good to let it all go after a stuffing. Not that he was done of course. He still had half the meal to go. He just needed an earlier break than anticipated. Wouldn’t anyone after chugging thier first 1 liter of coke.

jungkooks belly gurgled making him bring a fist against his big chest. Sitting up a little straighter he let out a wet belch.

his stomach jiggled at the force of the gas. He brought his fat hand to rub his belly. Getting it ready to stuff more.

What he didn’t realize is that he forgot his other liters of soda on the kitchen cabinet and no meal is complete without his drink.

Although it would cost his fried chicken to cool a bit he decided getting up was worth it.

Jungkook has stopped wearing clothes at home since it restricted the little mobility he had left. The only thing he had on was his 3XL boxers which by the way were feeling extra snug already.

So he felt his whole body jiggle from tits to gigantic thighs as he tried to push himself up. Bad idea because immediately his stomach churned pushing a loud fart out of his rear. Jungkook scrunched his nose at the smell before finally being able to stand up.

His stomach bulged out in front of him causing him to lose sight of his feet and anything below a while ago. His belly jiggled with each step.

He reached the kitchen with consistent releases of gas on the way there. Maybe he should open up a window it’s starting to stink a bit.

Grabbing the bottles he waddled back before “gracefully” sitting on the coach which gave the loudest creak from trying to hold Jungkook up.

Immediately Jungkook grabbed his bucket of chicken and dug in. He barley took any breaks as he was already in his last one. Licking the grease of his fingers he grabbed his soda and pushed his face back in rebuttal at the fizz causing his double chin to protrude.

He brought the bottle to his mouth and gulped the liquid like his life depended on it.

he didn’t put the bottle down until it was done. Tossing it somewhere he brought his chubby hands to his stomach kneading and trying to find-

UUUURRRRPPP

found one. It’s was non stop. Jungkooks belches would be short or a drawn out belch.

After his gas died down a bit he began his next meal. The tub of ice cream

Jungkook knew better than to eat this right? I mean he was lactose intolerant for Pete’s sake but a glutton is a glutton.

He was halfway there when he made a face. His whole body shook at the gas being released by his rear

He could feel himself jiggling by the force. He regrets not opening that window but oh well this is delicious.

Ditching the spoon jungkooks stuffed his whole face in the container only coming up to burp and whine at the gigantic farts he was letting rip.

His neighbors are definitely going to complain.

#gassy jk #Obese JK

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Beached

Milestones - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 of Beached, following Taehyung's descent into gluttony. Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56723569/chapters/144198871

Taehyung slowly awoke from his food induced coma, eyes drifting to the scene that lay in front of him. He had overdone it - 6 hours later and his belly still felt tight and highly pressurised. He lay there, in hedonistic laziness, until the pressure from his bladder became uncontrollable. This was the one part of gaining Taehyung hated - the effort of moving his once lithe, but not mammoth sized body. As Taehyung tried to lift his heft from the sofa, all that he could muster was a slight rocking forward, before he fell back and released a guttural burp.

“Hm, this is new” he huffed, before he tried again. The second attempt was just as pitiful, barely lifting his globular cheeks off the leather couch, with a loud sigh “ugh”. He closed his eyes and sat for a few minutes, gathering his agitated breath before trying one last time. Finally, joints creaking at the exertion, and struggling with the effort, Taehyung heaved his mass off the couch with a pained groan. “Huff - that was - huff -”, Taehyung wheezed through rapid breaths, as heat pooled in his nether regions. Whether he was just too full from his king sized feast, or his mobility had seriously started to decrease, Taehyung did not know, but he couldn’t wait for what was to come.

As he slowly waddled through the bathroom door, his bulging love handles brushed against the rugged door frame. As if someone had splashed cold water on his face, Tae was suddenly alert, cock perking up through the folds of his body. He couldn’t believe that finally he was big enough for his sides to start touching the ample door frame. He rushed (as quickly as an obese guy can) to the mirror, and watched in amazement at how his body rippled ferociously with the movement. His belly covered the entirety of the mirror, bulging multiple inches in front of him, as round as a hot air balloon. His tan, creamy skin was littered with angry red stretch marks, growing like daggers across his corpulent body. His vast belly, had in recent months, began to droop below his waist, too heavy to remain upright, and now feeling the effects of gravity; it drooped in front of him like a pendulum, covering his groin entirely from view. Two flabby boobs sat on top of his once toned chest, flopping completely against his upper belly, with his pink nipples stretched like pepperoni; he was so fat now that his boobs had begun to merge against his arm flab, causing his arms to rest permanently at an angle. Starting at the mirror, the fog had cleared and Taehyung was hit with a wave of clarity; the once stick thin, amateur model, had been swallowed by engorged and indolent blob, at least triple his orignal size. As he stepped on the scales, the number that read out to him (because of course he couldn’t see anymore) was etched into his mind, “450 pounds”. As a wave of horniness washed over him, Tae promised then and there to reach 500 pounds as soon as he could.

At a speeds he had not reached in a long time, Taehyung waddled from the bathroom to the kitchen. Fat fingers clumsily rang his saved numbers in succession - all his favourite restaurants. Ignoring his vapid breathing he updated his regular orders, “huff 3 extra large double cheese pizzas - huff - 5 garlic breads, 5 portions of onion rings please”. He then ripped open some family sized packs of Oreo’s, pouring it down his throat as he placed another order, “10 of your triple cheese burgers- huff - and - munch - two triple cheese dip nachos and a large portion of fries please”. Despite his feast earlier Taehyung could not wait to eat - it was like a flip had suddenly been switched and he was even more eager to pile on the pounds. He grabbed as many packets of junk food he could find, crips, Oreos, chocolates, and collapsed on his couch. Tearing open the packs, Taehyung opened his gaping maw and poured the contents into his mouth like a conveyor belt- one after one, the packets were emptied into ample stomach, barely even chewing.

Engrossed in gorging on the litter of junk food, Taehyung almost didn’t hear the ding of his door. Like a puppy to a bone, Taehyung stopped in his tracks, and began the process of lifting his enormous bulk off the sunken coach. In his gluttonous state, he completely forgot about the fact he was wearing nothing but an old, food stained t-shirt that barely covered his bulbous breasts, and a ripped pair of XXL underpants that was honestly two sizes too small. Ignoring the horrified look on the delivery drivers face, Tae grabbed all the bags from his first order and hurried back to his table. “I really need to get that scooter” he huffed, as he collapsed back onto his couch. Without a second to waste, Taehyung dived into the calorific feast - at record pace, burgers, fries, onion rings all disappeared into his gaping hole. Grease spread all across his mouth, hot cheese dripping onto his udder like boobs and his bulging waist. He grabbed handfuls of cheesy nachos and burgers, using his sausage like hands because it was quicker than cutlery: every second he spent cutting his food, was wasting precious time to feed his ravenous gut. He stopped only to guzzle down litres of Fanta and sprite, and letting out guttural burps to ease space in his groaning stomach. As he finished his first family size meal, the door bell rang again.

“Just in time” Taehyung grinned gleefully, anticipating his next meal. He rocked back and forth, letting out multiple burps and farts, until he was in an upright position. At the sound of a second bell, he wheezed out a desperate cry “I - huff, eurgh - I’m coming”. At a snails pace, he plodded over to his door. After what seemed like ages, he finally arrived, face red and dripping with sweat, one hand on his chest which was rapidly rising and falling. He pulled open the door and sent the driver into a stupor - mouth gaping open, the young delivery driver could only stare at the fattest man he had ever seen. In front of him was huge cream expanse, as wide as the door, littered with food stains across this grotesque belly like a jackson-pollack. At any other time, Taehyung would have revelled in the sight, secretly getting-off to the humiliation. But today, he was tired and hungry.

“Bring the food in for me, and I’ll give you a tip” he commanded, as he slowly turned around and laboured back to his food littered throne. Without intending to, he let out rancid farts with each step, smirking at what the young fit lad must have thought of him. He could see the disgust written on this innocent face as he flopped onto the standing couch.

“My tttip sir”. Oh right Taehyung thought. Ripping the last remaining part of his t-shirt, Taehyung slowly moved his fat induced hand, lifting his right boob - one arm struggled to keep his boob upright, as the other fished underneath it, to find his secret stash of money. After a few seconds, he handed the sweat ridden notes to the driver. The delivery driver just stared at Tae’s hand, in utter shock and disgust, “you keep it” he exclaimed, before he ran out of Tae’s apartment.

Not wasting anymore precious time, Tae dived into his second substantial feast - his favourite, 8 XL boxes of the most calorific pizza. He moaned in ecstasy at every hot and greasy slice entered his mouth. One after another, the pizza boxes depleted, until finally, two hours after he started this monumental feast Taehyung had finished. He lay back onto his sofa and let out the most guttural and loud fart in his life, vibrations rippling across his flabby arse. Panting, he grabbed the last remaining fizzy drink and downed it in record time. He was spent - eating was just so much exercise! After lazing for half an hour in the litters of his conquest, he suddenly realised that there was a dozen frosted doughnuts waiting for him in his fridge.

For a minute he seriously contemplated saving his dessert for another day, but after a minute, he felt saliva drooling from mouth. Psyching himself up for the treat that awaited him, he slowly rocked to the edge of the couch. Panting, he realised this was going to be much harder than usual - he had packed his enormous gut to such an extent, that he felt like a ballon ready to pop; his gut ached at every movement, protesting to let it relax and digest the feast in peace. But after years of gorging, and stuffing his face, Taehyung had programmed his mind and gut to always have dessert. Taehyung groaned, take 1 had failed - he had barely even lifted his ass! Take 2; his legs trembled, as his bulbous ass lifted an inch off the couch, before plunging back down. Gasping, he decided to take a break - he was just a bit tired that’s all! He picked some crumbs off his huge breasts, and licked some of the cheese sauce which had cooled on top of them.

“That will give me some energy he thought”, distracting himself from the new slovenly lows he has just reached. Finally, after two more tries, he made it to an upright position. Gasping, in a way that would be concerning for a normal person, he slowly made the trek to his cupboard. His was face was red, and his heart beat rapidly from the exertion of hauling his cargo-sized body thé few metres from his couch to the kitchen cupboard. His thighs, wobbled, flab rippling like a tidal waves, wincing from the chub rubbing together. As he reached his treasured destination, his face sank in despair.

“Shit” he panted, one hand leaning against the work surface, and other clutching his chest in attempt to calm his body. “Shit”. The doughnuts were in the bottom cupboard, simply because there was no room for them in the other junk filled cupboards. He was about to turn back, when his stomach let out a pained roar “gggggrrrll, bleurgh”. At 450 pounds, Tae’s gut controlled everything he did - and right now it was telling him it was in need of those doughnut. Slowly, he bent down, knees cracking from the weight of his belly. He bent down as far as he could and hear another tear in his already strained pants - at this stage, he wanted them off to cook down his ass! Tae opened the cupboard and gasped in glee as he saw his prized possession. In his rush to start eating, Tae forgot about his precarious situation, rapidly pulling the doughnuts out of the cupboard - but at his size, anything could send his centre of gravity off kilter. Before it could even dawn on him, he fell to the ground.

Waves of flab slapped onto the cold floor, crashing into each other as his moobs rocked back and forth into his face. After minute, the inches of cellulite across his body finally came to halt. His taught belly stretched for metres in the air. “Fuck” he wheezed. As hot as this was, dick perking into his sweaty groin, Taehyung new that this was not good - if he didn’t get up now, he would be stuck here for the whole night.

Taehyung whined, sweat dripping down his face and all over his body, as he began the monumental task of rolling rover. The first time is pointless, he barely moves an inch. After two more times, he’s gasping for breath, breathing so heavily that he needs to take a break, for fear of hurting himself. Any other day, he would’ve been able to get up - priding himself on his relative fitness. But, after a whole day of gorging himself beyond reproach, inhaling copious amounts of food and stuffing his belly to the absolute limit, there was nothing he could do. He was a prisoner in his own body.

He's not going to be able to do this himself he realised. He knew what he would have to do, but he was so so embarrassed.

Hesitating for what seemed like hours, he slowly lifted his flabby arm and grabbed into his other moob. He whipped out bis sweat stained, which had bent slightly from the pressure of his fat, and dialled the number. Butterflies pooled in his stomach, whilst his cock started twitching in excitement.

“Hello Hyung, how are you - it’s been so long”, Jungkook answered.

Too tired for pleasantries, Taehyung rapidly wheezed out “hhh-help me Kookie”.

Slight panicked, his dongsaeng asked what was wrong. “I - huff huff - I fell and I can’t get up”.

“What do you mean you can’t”—- “just come please” Taehyung panted. Fuck he's too fat for this.

Struggling to get his breath under control, taehyung there sprawled on the floor like a beached whale. He slowly ripped open the box of doughnuts, and plopped them one by one into his mouth - Tae figured he would have time to eat them before JK came, and all that exercise had left him hungry.

Eating is such a pleasure for Taehyung, that even in this situation, he can lose track of time and get lost in savouring the sweet taste of his dessert. The door burst open, and Taehyung was shocked out of his sweet induced haze. However, his neck was too fat to look up, and even if it wasn’t, his belly just towered over him, blocking his view. He was unaware of the shock horror on his Jungkook’s face; a mixture of disgust at the rancid smell of stale food and farts, and pure surprise at the mountain of lard that was sprawled in front of him.

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Beached

Milestones - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 of Beached, following Taehyung's descent into gluttony. Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56723569/chapters/144198871

He's not going to be able to do this himself he realised. He knew what he would have to do, but he was so so embarrassed.

“Hello Hyung, how are you - it’s been so long”, Jungkook answered.

Too tired for pleasantries, Taehyung rapidly wheezed out “hhh-help me Kookie”.

Slight panicked, his dongsaeng asked what was wrong. “I - huff huff - I fell and I can’t get up”.

“What do you mean you can’t”—- “just come please” Taehyung panted. Fuck he's too fat for this.

#kpop feederism #bts feederism #obesity #feedee belly #fat belly #chubby #gaining weight on purpose #feedee tae #feeder Jungkook #burping #farting #immobile #feederism #chubby taehyung

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Helloooo, I have pasted this over to my Ao3 account so please do check it out: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56723569

The aim is for this to be a multi-chaptered fic, but I am writing this as I go, so please do bear with me :).

If you have any ideas/requests let me know!

Beached

Definition: To be stranded or hauled up on a beach, “a beached whale”

Taehyung groaned, whether it was from pleasure or pain was yet to be discovered. But what he did know, was that he had pushed himself to the absolute limit. A guttural burp, and rumbling fart, simultaneously erupted from his methane filled chambers, as he flopped back against his poor sofa, already straining under his weight - there was only so much more it could take of the 400 pound blubbery land mass.

Taehyung inched millimetres forward, in an attempt to soothe his aching gut, but to no avail. The vast, tanned expense, stretched out for what seemed like miles in front of him. A barren, hairless desert, littered with violent and angry stretch marks from an uncontrolled gain. Taehyung’s belly sat in front of him, swollen like he had just eaten the moon, blocking his entire view of the TV - not that he could pay any attention in his gluttonous stupeur. Taehyung had inhaled enough food for a herd of elephants, the usually soft, and pillow like flab, completely taught and threatening to burst. The only part saved from this self-induced pain was Taehyung’s underbelly, which at his size was permanently soft and malleable to the touch. The only problem was the he could no longer reach the favourite part of his belly, he could no longer grope and grab at his marshmallow blubber for hours on end like he used too. Hell, what’s worse was that Taehyung could no longer reach his one sizeable dick, now reduced to nothing, encompassed completely in hot and sweaty fat.

However, just because he was beached like a whale, did not mean that Taehyung was completely spent. Over the years of hedonistic self indulgence, he had learnt to adapt to his ever growing size. Slowly, like time had slowed to half speed, Taehyung began to rut into himself. Too stuffed to bring his monstrously large bum completely off the sunken couch, Taehyung began to rock back and forth - the sweat helping to lubricate his skin that would normally be stuck to the leather. His thighs, welded together from the sprawling cellulite, wobbled profusely from the minute movement, rubbing against Taehyungs member. Within seconds, Taehyung could feel himself getting excited, blood rapidly moving south, as his breath began to accelerate - out of pleasure, but also exhaustion.

“Eurgh, huff, argh”. A symphony of huffing and panting resounded throughout Taehyungs apartment, littered with crumbs and wrappers, accompanied by a cacophony of slapping and squelching sounds, from the sea of flab: lower and underbelly sloshing against each other, love handles rolling against the sweat dripped sofa, and boobs sloshing against his triple chins. With one final exhausted moan, Taehyung felt himself cum against his wet and hot fupa, a river of white running through the valley of his fat. Taehyung would figure out how to clean himself later, for now, he lay flopped against the sofa, red in the face, panting, with one final rumbling fart, gas released from movement of his land mass, before he fell into an exhausted slumber.

#feedee tae #large large Taehyung #greedy big boi #gaining kink #chubby #kpop feederism #bts feederism

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woncheol with immobile wonwoo 👀😵‍💫

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“Shit,” Wonwoo said as he looked at his phone. He was still catching his breath from the trip to the door and back to his scooter. Now he sat on the scooter, investigating why his food order, which he had been notified was at his door, was not at his door. The answer became clear when he noticed that the door number in the photo attached to his order was a number off. Panic set in as he realized that it was the unit exactly one floor above his. “Shit,” he said again.

He was wracking his mind, trying to figure out how to fix the situation. Given the amount of time it had taken him to get up from his bed, onto his scooter, and then walk the short distance to the door that his scooter was too wide for, the driver was likely long gone. And at his current weight, there was no way he’d be able to make it up the stairs to the second floor. Just as he was about to give up and put in a new order, there was a knock at his door. It startled him and he wondered who it might be. With a huff and a lot of effort, he once again stood from his scooter. Setting his phone in the small basket, he began the seven foot walk from his scooter to the door for the second time in less than 10 minutes—not a small feat for him at a whopping 750 pounds.

“One minute,” he said between breaths, reassuring the mystery person that he was, in fact, home. After finally reaching the door, he took a few breaths and felt a small wave of embarrassment wash over him. It had been a while since he’d interacted with anyone who was unaware of his size. He unlocked the door and opened it slightly to find a man outside his door holding two bags. Wonwoo’s eyes widened.

“H-hi,” the man said. “I think your order got delivered to my door. I just thought I’d bring it by,” he said with a smile. He lifted the bags and drew Wonwoo’s eyes to his defined biceps. This guy was hot. He realized that he needed to speak.

“Oh, thank you,” he said quickly. “I was just trying to figure out how to get a refund,” he said with a chuckle and small huff. The man chuckled as well. He held the bags forward and Wonwoo reached out for them.

“I’m Seungcheol, by the way,” the man said. “I just moved in about a month ago.”

“Oh, welcome. I’m Wonwoo,” he offered with a chuckle.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you,” Seungcheol said with a smile that, to Wonwoo, looked shy. “Hopefully I’ll see you around.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” he said with a wave. He closed the door after Seungcheol turned around and took a few steps. His heart pounded, both from exertion and nerves. He wondered how much of him Seungcheol had seen, although his face would likely give away how big the rest of him was. The man hadn’t seemed too judgemental.

Wonwoo made his way back to his scooter and smiled to himself as he rode back to his bed, food in tow.

A week later, Wonwoo “accidentally” put in the wrong address for his order after spending three days figuring out how he could see the man again. He didn’t have his number and there was no way he was making it up the steps to knock on the man’s door himself. So, he figured this was the best way albeit slightly juvenile. He could only hope that Seungcheol was actually home. His worry began to set in as he realized that Seungcheol could very well not be home. There were two issues with that–first, he wouldn’t be able to see Seungcheol, and second, he was hungry. He sat on his scooter and stewed before he received a message that his order had been dropped off. His heart began to pound.

He rubbed his expansive gut to soothe his nerves. It gurgled and rumbled from nerves and hunger. He thought briefly of rolling into the kitchen for a snack when he heard a muffled sound of a door opening and closing above him. He tensed and his eyes widened as he began to hear steps coming down the stairs outside of his apartment. There were only a few moments before there was a familiar knock at his door that still managed to startle him. Already on his scooter a few feet from the door, he took a few moments to gather the momentum to stand and did so, using the handles from the scooter to steady himself. “Coming,” he said once he caught his breath.

Seungcheol smiled on the other side of the door with two bags in his hands.

“Looks like there was another mix up,” he said with a small laugh.

“Oh, thank you,” Wonwoo said, feeling himself blush. “They should really make the apartment numbers more obvious.” That was a total lie, seeing as they were right on the door for anyone to see.

“Yeah,” Seungcheol siad with a chuckle. He still held the bags and his expression changed a bit. “Um,” he said, moving to scratch his head but soon realizing that he couldn’t with the bag in his hand. “Well, I wanted to see if you’d like some company. I’m new to the area and haven’t met many of my neighbors yet.”

“Oh,” Wonwoo said, shocked that his plan had somehow worked–that or this man was a murderer with a perfect opportunity. “Of course. I’d love some company.”

Seungcheol smiled, some of the nervousness leaving his expression. Wonwoo moved to open the door and step back to let him in, revealing his full body for the first time. He wondered what Seungcheol thought of him, given that the man was trim and built, likely 600 pounds lighter than Wonwoo. As he turned to walk back to his scooter, Seungcheol followed him in, closing the door. Wonwoo walked slowly to his scooter, trying to suppress how out of breath he was getting.

“I–huff–use this scooter to get around,” he explained, as he sat down. He didn’t look back for Seungcheol’s reaction as he sat down and turned it on. He moved towards the couch and began to get up from his scooter to sit down on the well worn couch.

“You can–huff–take the chair, if you like,” he offered, motioning towards an armchair that he’d outgrown years ago.

“T-thank you,” Seungcheol said, sitting down and setting the food on the coffee table.

“Would you like a cheeseburger?” Wonwoo said as he began rifling through one of the bags.

“Oh, no, I don’t want to eat something you got for yourself,” Seungcheol said, waving his hands. Wonwoo smiled.

“Oh, don’t worry, I have plenty,” he said. He’d ordered extra just in case his plan worked out as it currently was. He handed the man a cheeseburger. He accepted it gratefully.

“So, what brings you to Seoul?”

“Work,” Seungcheol said after swallowing a bite. “I’m a personal trainer.”

Wonwoo stifled a grimace and felt himself begin to accept defeat, but resolved to enjoy the company anyways.

“Oh, nice,” he said. “I can definitely see that,” he said, giving the man a quick once over–a final flirting attempt, and then he would let it rest. The comment brought a blush to the man’s cheeks.

“Thank you,” he said, ducking his head a bit.

“Do you have a lot of clients?”

“I have a few so far, enough for how long I’ve been here,” he said before his expression changed a bit. “Why? Are you looking for a trainer?” The tone took Wonwoo by surprise because it wasn’t only flirty but it also held a sense of knowing.

“Not exactly,” Wonwoo said, matching the energy. “Believe it or not, I’m not actually looking to lose weight.”

“Oh?” Seungcheol looked somewhat surprised but not nearly as surprised as Wonwoo had expected.

“Yeah, I’ve been gaining weight for a while now,” Wonwoo explained.

“You’ve gotten pretty big,” Seungcheol said. He was holding his burger but not eating it. “Do you have a feeder?”

Wonwoo nearly spat out the bite he’d taken. A feeder? How did Seungcheol know about that?

“Um, no,” he said. “Not currently.” His cheeks burned and his heart pounded. There was a long pause between them before Seungcheol nodded and then spoke.

“Do you want one?”

Wonwoo was stunned.

“Y-you mean you?”

Seungcheol nodded, his face beet red. “I’m into big guys,” he explained.

“Well, I’m certainly that,” Wonwoo said. He set his burger down on his belly and rested his hands on sides. “Look, I’m nearly immobile and it’s something I’ve wanted for a long time. If that’s not something you’re comfortabl—”

“I–” Seungcheol interjected. “I would love to help you reach that goal.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Seungcheol said more confidently. He rose and moved to sit on the small space left on the couch that Wonwoo sat on. “H-how much do you weigh now?”

Wonwoo felt himself getting hot. He could hardly believe the situation but the sincere look in Seungcheol’s eyes convinced him that it was real.

“758, the last I checked,” he said. “But that was a few weeks ago.”

“Fuck,” Seungcheol said under his breath. “You got this big all by yourself?”

“I had feeders here and there along the way,” Wonwoo explained. “But I’ve done the bulk of it myself.” He rubbed a hand over his belly before picking up the cheeseburger and stuffing it into his mouth. “I used to be really skinny.”

“Really?”

Wonwoo nodded. “I wanted to be big but I was too scared to actually gain weight. But then I went to college and decided to give in to my desires. I gained almost fifty pounds my freshman year.”

“How big were you when you graduated?”

“About 350 pounds,” Wonwoo said, tossing the wrapper onto the coffee table. “I got a really shitty job right out of school and all I could really afford was junk food, which luckily, was exactly what I needed to keep gaining.”

“I hit 500 at 28,” Wonwoo said, heaving slightly to reach forward for another burger. Seungcheol held a hand up and reached forward for him. He pulled two burgers from the bag and handed them to Wonwoo with a smile. Wonwoo took them and smiled, setting one on his belly and unwrapping the other. “After that, my mobility really started to slow down and I’ve been gaining pretty steadily since then.”

“Can you get around much? I mean, without your scooter,” Seungcheol asked, his expression full of morbid curiosity.

“Some,” Wonwoo said, taking a bite. “But not much. I really only walk to and from my scooter.”

Seungcheol licked his lips.

“Do you want some help with that?” He asked as Wonwoo began to unwrap the other burger.

6 months later

“Cheol,” Wonwoo huffed desperately as he stood from the couch. The older man grabbed his fleshy arm and steadied him. The man’s mobility had been seriously wavering in the last few days. He needed Seungcheol’s help more than ever, just to stand up and take the few steps to or from his scooter.

His scooter was only about four steps from him but it was practically a mile for Wonwoo. It had become a long trek for him in the last six months that Seungcheol had been stuffing him silly. Just a week prior, Seungcheol had helped him to his scale which had a limit of 800 pounds and found that he had outgrown it. The word ERROR had popped up on the monitor and alerted the men that Wonwoo was now over 800 pounds. He had no idea how much he weighed but his joints and muscles were beginning to protest almost every movement.

When he finally made it to the scooter, he was a mess of sweat and wheezes. Seungcheol rubbed his back as he caught his breath. After a minute, Wonwoo turned the key to his scooter and felt it turn on. He flipped it into reverse and turned the handle to make it move but he only felt the machine buzz and heard a low rumble. He released the handle and tried again. It did the same. Seungcheol looked down at him, confused for a moment and then in understanding.

“Wonwoo,” he said, almost breathlessly. “I think you’re too heavy for it to move.”

Wonwoo would laugh at the situation, and would probably get more turned on if not for the nagging thought that he would have to walk back to his bed. He tried to rev it one more time with desperate hope that it would move, but unsurprisingly it didn’t.

“Let’s get you back on the couch,” Seungcheol said. His voice was a mix of concerned and turned on. Wonwoo guessed that he was waiting to see his reaction to the situation.

“I’m too fat for my scooter,” he said with a smile. “I’m close.”

“Yeah, you are,” Seungcheol said, looking relieved and swooping down to kiss him. “God, you’re so hot.”

“Cheol,” Wonwoo said, getting the man’s attention. “I don’t want to go back to the couch.” Seungcheol crouched down and held his hands, listening intently.

“I want you to help me back to the bed,” he said slowly. “And I don’t want to get back up again.”

Seungcheol stared at him with hungry eyes and nodded. He rose and held his hands out to Wonwoo.

It took them a while to get Wonwoo up from the scooter and then they began the trek to the bed. Wonwoo guessed that he hadn’t walked that far in over a year at this point. He stared ahead with fear and morbid excitement. It had been a while since he’d been truly exhausted.

“Hold on to me, okay?” Seungcheol instructed. “Take your time and let me know if you need to sit.”

Wonwoo nodded with a huff and leaned to the left to take his first “step” forward. His breathing was already starting to increase in speed after three steps. He could feel sweat developing between his folds. They had made it about five feet when Wonwoo spoke.

“I’ll need to sit soon,” he said between short breaths. “Fuck.”

Seungcheol grabbed a seldom used wooden chair from the kitchen and hoped that it would be strong enough to withstand the enormous weight of his boyfriend. Wonwoo’s eyes sparkled at the chair as beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

“This is going to take forever,” he said as he carefully sat down on the chair.

“Savor it,” Seungcheol said, massaging his shoulders. “You’ll never do this again.”

“Wait til we’re in the bedroom to start the dirty talk,” he said with a cheeky grin. Seungcheol chuckled.

It took them over thirty minutes to get Wonwoo back into bed. When he finally got there and got his pillows propped up and comfortable, he sighed with content.

I’m immobile, he thought to himself. I’m finally immobile.

He watched as Seungcheol moved about his bedroom setting things up and smiled. From now on, all he had to do was sit and get fatter.

“Cheol,” he said, stopping the man in his tracks. “Deal with that later. Right now, I want a sponge bath and some food.”

The older man smiled and nodded. “Yes sir,” he said with a quirk in his eyebrow. He made his way to the bathroom and began preparing a bucket of water. He felt himself grow hard as he realized that this would be the first of many tasks that he would now have to take on in caring for his immobile boyfriend. The thought pleased him. After he turned the water off, he swore he heard Wonwoo’s stomach grumble and decided it was time to get to work.

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Sooo good, please support/read this great fic around idol Jin weight gain!

You can('t) call me Idol.

Seokjin knows he shouldn't do this as he is technically forbidden to , but he can't stop himself.

He's been forced to be on a strict diet for an upcoming comeback, but right now with the build up of never ending blend food and stress, the only comfort he’s found was snacks he impulsively bought at the 7/11 in the middle of the night. It was a risky trip, but oh so worth it he thought as he finished his fourth pack of snacks. It's been a while since he felt satiated, and the warm feeling of being full was soothing to all the stress he's been having due to their next comeback.

He patted his stomach and reckoned it had become a small bump now because of all the snacks he ate after his dinner. He didn't think about it too much, it was only a special occasion right now as it has been one of the worst days of these past few weeks.

He threw the packages away in his desk bin and burrowed himself under his covers, sated and relaxed.

But alas, it didn't stop there. He found himself in the same situation the day after, and the day after, and the day after, until it became weeks of night trips to 7/11 to buy more and more snacks. It's even been almost a week and a half since Seokjin started buying fried chicken with all of the rest of the snacks.

As always, he was in his pajamas sitting in his bed gorging on all the snacks he bought. He couldn't count the amount of packages that were surrounding him. He was only keeping his stress at bay right now with every bite he took, now greedily devouring the chicken he bought and savoring it like it was the first time he's ever had it.

He felt sad when he finished everything, not realizing how fast he ate. As usual, he gathered the packages to throw in his bin that's quickly overflowing these days. But everytime he did that, he’d feel how much all he ate weighed his belly down, slowing his movements.

He threw the plastic packages in his bin and then lifted his head towards the door. He just remembered they had some packets of instant ramen left in his pantry.

Quietly, he opened his door to check if anyone was around. Then, he crept up into the kitchen to prepare himself the ramyeon he's now dreaming of. After successfully finishing his cooking, he walked back to his room discreetly but quickly to finally be able to eat it.

He ate the noodles like he didn't just finish eating enough snacks for 4 people, fried chicken and his dinner. He inhaled them with renewed hunger, polishing his bowl quickly and drinking all the soup. He let out a burp without meaning to, laughing to himself as it startled him a bit. He felt his stomach being heavier, and it felt a bit sore. He brushed a hand against it, noticing that his stomach felt way more dome shaped than before, even pushing a bit into his oversized pajamas.

He didn't care because now, he felt warm and sleepy enough to instantly sleep when his head touched the pillow, which he did.

When the time of the comeback came around, he was having some troubles fitting into his designated suit. First, the pants had trouble coming up his legs and mostly his ass, he had to jump in place for the pants to finally cover it.

Seokjin took a peak at the mirror to see what's wrong. Well, it was very clear what was wrong.

He gained weight. And not just a little weight, enough for his belly to push through the open zipper of his pants and hang a bit low. Seokjin brought his hand to it and looked at how his belly filled his palm, jiggling it afterwards. He saw how jiggly his stomach was, not having noticed earlier.

He took a look at his face and saw that it was pretty obvious he's gained some weight. His cheeks were chubbier, and he had a noticeable beginning of a double chin. Under quite a lot of angles, you can see it.

He kept his surprise at bay and tried to button his pants, and after a bit of struggle he was able to. It hurt because it was too tight around his belly but it had to do the job.

He took his button up shirt and put it on, watching how his belly even if contained by his pants was able to push against the shirt. There were gaping holes in between each button and Seokjin didn't know how he would hide that.

He took the blazer and thank the Lord it did exactly what Seokjin wanted. It hid enough for his belly to not be too noticeable.

He sighed in relief and felt a button of his shirt loosened, accompanied with a creaking sound. He looked straight at his reflection in panic, looking to see if anything looked weird. Nothing did.

Well expect all the weight he's gained of course. He turned sideways and saw how thick his belly looked. Why did no one say anything to him?

What weirded him out the most was that he didn't quite mind it. He rubbed his hand on his new found belly and thought that he actually quite liked it. It suits him.

He can only hope he won't get screamed at for gaining weight.

He went all out that night. Bought his usual snacks and McDonald's which he hadn't had in years because of his diets.

He didn't get screamed at for gaining weight, be oh boy did he receive a lot of unflattering comments about his body. It lasted all day, all the time, until Seokjin was able to hide again in his oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants. He sulked the whole time when they were going home, looking outside the car window and keeping quiet to keep his anger from lashing out onto the members who did and said nothing. When they arrived at the dorms, Seokjin went straight up into his room and locked himself inside of it.

He only went out of it hours later during the night to go outside and buy his usual.

It was after his trip to the 7/11 that he saw a McDonald's a little further down the road. He didn't eat dinner so his stomach was rumbling at even the idea of sinking his teeth into a burger right now.

So he went there and, in a fit of hunger, bought two XL meals, a 20 chicken nuggets box and two wraps.

Something he quite regretted now as he was sitting on his bed, back against the headboard, empty wrappings around him, and his second burger in hand. It was the only thing left along with one of his drinks, but he felt so full.

He rubbed his stomach to relieve the dull pain he was feeling from it. He had to finish his food now. Tomorrow it won't be good anymore.

So he pushed through, and with some belly rubs he was able to finish all he bought. He rubbed his stomach a bit longer, looking down at it. It was bulging out, big and round and almost touching his thighs. He lifted his head towards his full length mirror and got an idea.

After a few struggles, he finally got up. He padded sluggishly towards the mirror and he took a hold of it. He carried it for it to be right in front of the foot of his bed, right in front of where he ate his food at night.

After that, he sat at the foot of his bed and looked at his reflection. His belly was pushing against his pajamas, with a hand on his stomach he felt and actually looked big.

He lifted his shirt and slid the hem of his pants until his stomach to get a whole view of his stomach.

It was riddled with stretch marks he didn't pay attention to earlier, slightly red from all the food that helped distend his stomach. He rubbed a hand on it, his belly feeling drum tight. He let out some burps he tried to quieten as much as possible.

He looked at himself rubbing his belly for some time before he got up to look through his closet.

He retrieved a button up shirt and a simple t-shirt, his basics in his wardrobe. He went and stood in front of the mirror again and he took off his pajama top. He took his t-shirt and slid it on, smoothing it down his torso.

It couldn't cover his belly entirely.

Only a centimeter or two wasn't covered by the fabric at the bottom of his belly but seeing him look so big in this t-shirt made Seokjin feel weird. A good kind of weird.

He took his button up and slid it over his t-shirt. He closed all the buttons and admired how tight it looked around his stomach. The gaps between the buttons were bigger than with the button up shirt he was wearing earlier, they looked ready to pop at any moment. He rubbed his hand over his stomach again and suddenly realized that the weird feeling he was having was horniness. That turned him on.

The rest of the night was all the more pleasurable following his new discovery.

A few weeks went by. Their comeback promotions were over and they were finally able to rest.

Since Seokjin was now able to just chill at his apartment alone since their schedule was done for now, this of course made him up the habit he’s begun to have.

He never stopped ever since the day he found out that feeling fat made him horny. Every night he'd eat more and more food, pushing himself and his belly every day. And now, since he could just laze all day…. He decided to up his challenge.

Now everytime he was playing on his computer, he was also emptying a stack of snacks he refueled whenever it was empty, and he always ordered fast food or copious amounts of food for every meal. He'd stuff himself to no end, leaving him a moaning mess at the pain he felt from stretching his stomach so much. But the feeling of his usual baggy pajamas starting to struggle stretching around his thighs as well as his shirt lifting up at every steps he took were worth the struggle.

He kept those habits during their whole break, for a month and a half almost. Tonight was his final night of eating whatever he could before he'd have to go back to the dorms again. So he let himself go.

He bought way more food than he planned initially, all mixes of fried foods, burgers, jjajangmyeon…. All his favorites. He gorged himself on the food like he never did before.

Each bite and swallow he took, he felt his stomach stretch more and more.

The more he ate, the more his small t-shirt was lifting itself slowly over his navel and even upper. His pajamas were tight around his thighs and hips, squishing and emphasizing his love handles more.

Eventually when he was done eating everything, some stains on his shirt and sauce around his lips because of the intensity of his eating. His stomach was aching but it also was pleasantly full. He let out a belch, his stomach begging for space, and he rubbed a hand over his belly.

His stomach was hard and dome shaped, it sat on his legs a bit. He tried to pull down his shirt but it was to no avail. He looked down at his stretched belly, patting it with his hands. He looked around at all the wrappers and packagings around him too and thought This is where I belong.

This was not going to be the last time.

He wanted to get bigger. So much bigger. So huge that sitting and eating all day was all he would be able to do.

So he started off with mixing himself weight gain shakes everyday, to drink all day along with his meals. Meals which he upped in size too.

With an average of 7000 calories per day and with his broken metabolism, his weight was bound to up even more rapidly than before.

When he was dressing up for a dance practice, as he was putting on a pair of sweatpants that he hasn't worn in a while, he noticed how hard it was to slip on. He had to pull really hard to get it fully on.

He grabbed the matching sweatshirt and put it on too. As much as he tried, the sweatshirt had a hard time covering his entire belly.

He looked in a mirror and got hit by his own reflection. He looked so fat.

His thighs and arms looked like sausage casings ready to burst out of the piece of clothing. His belly was hanging so low it was almost impossible for the sweatshirt to cover it, and it was warping the hem of his pants. His sweatshirt was skin tight, showing the rolls of his double belly and his small moobs that were forming.

He was so fat it was hard for him to fit in his mirror even. It was turning him on so much, he hesitated on if he should have a quick wank session before going to the dance practice. But he wouldn't have time.

He looked around and his eyes landed on his 1.5 liter bottle. Everyday now, he cut his weight gain shakes in half, drinking one half directly after making it and keeping the other in his bottle. He took it, opened the cap and drank from it.

Now, the bottle was full. But within a few seconds Seokjin was downing the last drops of it, rubbing his stomach at the same time. He put the empty bottle away and looked at his reflection again.

He looked so massive. He looked like a pig. He put his arms around his belly and shook it. It was such a bliss.

But alas, he got to go. He'll enjoy it more that night.

Seokjin regretted coming to the dance practice. After only one try at the choreo, he had to sit down with his back against the wall opposite to the mirror. He was out of breath and sweatier than he's never been after one rep. He closed his eyes for a second, fanning himself with his hand as he adjusted the hem of his sweater that rode up when he sat. He wiped his forehead with his sleeve, struggling to regain a steady breath. Dancing hadn't been so strenuous since he started this career.

After a beat, he opened his eyes back again. He stared straight at his reflection and oh.

He had sat with his legs spread out and his belly was making itself home between them. It looked so big in his small sweatshirt that was stretching out to accommodate its size. He was red in the face from the exercise but also out of fluster. He discreetly landed a hand on his belly, feeling up its weight and density. It's there now and it's not going to go away easily.

Jungkook appeared out of nowhere, making Seokjin jump out of his skin. The younger was unphased as he thrusted his hand towards him.

“Come on I'll help you up” he suggested. Nothing in his demeanor seemed to show that he had any clue of what was happening inside Seokjin's head. The older gladly took his hand, he knew it would've been an embarrassing show if he were to get up by himself right now.

Jungkook pulled him up, but not without issue. He was visibly surprised at how heavy Seokjin was, despite it being evident by his current appearance. Nevertheless, he got the older up with a grunt.

“Jeez hyung, you really let yourself go, huh?” he said without any mirth. He sent Seokjin a playful bunny smile before patting his belly two times and turning away towards Jimin to bother him.

Seokjin stood there, suddenly shy at the remark and the gesture. They'd never said anything about his weight until now, so that came out as a surprise.

They all went back to their placement in the choreography but Seokjin hadn't quite recovered from the first rehearsal. And the second time wasn't better.

His belly couldn't help but peak from under his top during the majority of the dance. At first he tried to stop the hem from rising but he quickly gave up as it wasn't his main problem now.

He was struggling to keep up with his new gained weight. He had a hard time accommodating the fact that he took up more space now and that every part of his belly will obviously jiggle and move at every step. But the strain of having to move his heavier thighs, stomach, arms, it felt harder than a workout. He was hot, sweating like crazy, and deeply regretted his choice of coming here. He should've said he was sick.

At the end of it, he spotted a chair near the water bottles and he plopped himself on it, hearing it creak loudly in response. He grabbed a water bottle and downed more than half of it in one go.

“You're having a hard time keeping up huh?” Hoseok said while approaching him. Seokjin usually was scared of Hoseok’s feedback during rehearsals but the other man showed a gentle smile at him with no reproach. “Bet it's harder now with all the…” he seemed to hesitate on his use of words. “Additional struggles. But you'll get there. Even if you don't, we'll be here. Keep doing what you're doing if that makes you happy” he said, ending his phrase quite timidly before going away.

It was strange. Seokjin didn't know how to take what he just got told. Keep doing what you're doing if that makes you happy, was he referring to his obvious overeating and all the weight he's been gaining in so little time?

He didn't get time to ponder on about it too much though.

Out of nowhere, he was stopped by one of the staff members. Seokjin looked at them a bit confused before they told him he was expected to attend a meeting right now down the hall. He was told it was an emergency so, he went.

He thought he was the only called on but apparently Namjoon too, seeing as the younger was following him too. Seokjin looked at him and the other looked back with a shrug and confusion on his face. Seokjin shrugged too but he felt like he knows what it was going to be about.

He kept the hem of his sweatshirt down with his fingers as he walked, the fat of his belly wobbling so much that it was lifting his sweatshirt at every step.

A few minutes after they entered and settled themselves in the meeting room, they finally got told what was up, in a rather blunt way.

“Seokjin, we're not going to blabber for hours, let's go straight to the point. You've gotten fat and we're not going to accept that. We put you through diets that you're obviously not following, are you even conscious about what you're doing? We have to put a stop to this” their manager said.

Namjoon spoke before Seokjin could say anything.

“What are you implying?” the younger said sternly. Seokjin looked at him and saw how tense and angry he was becoming for some reason.

“He has to go on a hiatus until it's fixed.” their manager responded, almost frustrated. “He can't participate in any group activities until he's back to be properly fit for his image”

“Fit for his image?” Namjoon repeated, clearly upset. “I don't see why you're excluding him over something so trivial as weight. He still can do what any other idol can do, it's just ridiculous to put him on a hiatus for that.”

“Namjoon you saw how much he was struggling to keep up with the dance earlier. And it's not even in the hardest ones that you all have. Plus, it's just not acceptable to have a pig amongst the most looked up idols in the industry”

After that, Namjoon became angrier, but it didn't fix anything. They were set on their decision and the meeting ended in defeat for them. Seokjin had to go on hiatus.

He hadn't said a thing during the meeting, because he wasn't that surprised it happened. As he was glad in a way to have a sort of break, he was sad that he'll be the only one. He'll be mostly alone from now on, and the fact that he was also just rejected from the group kinda hurt. What was said about him hurt the most though. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up.

“I promise this is not over hyung. I'll keep fighting for you” Namjoon said, looking straight into his eyes. Seokjin smiled a bit at him.

“Thank you, best leader.” he said in a light tone, making Namjoon huff a laugh for the first time today.

They had to separate at the practice room, since it was soon going to be recorded Seokjin shouldn't be there now. Namjoon patted his shoulder again and said he'll go home as soon as they're done.

That's something that always happened between them, like they could read into each other's mind. The younger knew that Seokjin couldn't handle being alone well when it was imposed like that. The older felt his heart melt when Namjoon told him that.

He then went home to their dorms, alone. The house was so silent it felt weird, and Seokjin didn't quite like that.

He walked slowly to the bathroom and straight up took their scale to weigh himself for the first time in a while.

He stepped on it and had to lean forward a bit to be able to look at the numbers on it over his belly.

247.3 it read.

He had gained so much in so little time, he really wasn't surprised by his predicament. He was a bit disappointed but now he was also starting to get turned on again.

He knew that incessant diets could break someone's metabolism but it still was a lot of weight gain in such little time that he was almost impressed

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