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liking and being attracted to fat bodies isn’t inherently a fetish so for the love of absolute christ alive p l e a s e think about your own internalized fatphobia and why you might think enjoying any body type outside of a conventionally attractive body is inherently a fetish and how that line of thinking can be harmful to fat acceptance and fat lib as a whole goodbye

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How do you think the guys would gain weight? Like bottom heavy and stuff like that

i think about this way too often ngl

namjoon would have a beer belly but he’d retain a lot of his strength. like he’d be able to bench press half his weight even though he wouldn’t be able to tie his gym shoes because of how large he’d be

seokjin would be soft all over. it’d start with a little curve under his navel and end with every part of his body being pudgy

yoongi is the hardest to explain my thoughts on. i feel like he would start out bottom heavy and then gradually go on to be perfectly round, depending on how much he’s gained. i don’t picture him with a beer belly though, i think he’d fit the ‘chubby’ category more than what most people would consider fat. i think he’d have a really soft tummy. what’s interesting about yoon is he’s the only member whose weight we’ve seen significantly fluctuate over time so i have a better idea of what he’d look like realistically if he were to put more weight on. of course everyone else has gained and lost weight over the years but yoongi, in my eyes anyway, is the only one who we’ve seen legitimately put on weight if that makes any sense? so i feel like if he were to put more weight on (because in the past his gains have been noticeable yet relatively small) he’d just get softer and rounder.

i’m actually not too sure about hoseok! maybe his tummy would accumulate the most softness at first… i feel like if he were to get big you wouldn’t know his size if you were just looking at a headshot. his face would stay slim but it would be disproportional to the rest of his body. no chubby cheeks, no double chin but then the camera pans down to his ass and DAMN

jimin would be bottom heavy (this is a popular opinion from what i can gather), he would have to gain a significant amount of weight before it starts to show elsewhere on his body. his cheeks would get really chubby too i feel like! chubby in a way that sort of pushes his lips together so that he’s always pouting. i think his belly would just be like a soft mound of dough and would be super sensitive

i really don’t know about tae if i’m being honest. i just never picture him as a gainer so i’ve never really thought about it before. i guess he’d be the most similar to jin?

jungkook would be similar to namjoon i think, only difference being i think jk would get a lot bigger purposefully just to show he can outdo everyone lmao. if they had a contest to see who could gain the most weight in the shortest amount of time, he would win by a longshot. the fat would accumulate the fastest in his belly.

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Would you consider ever making an ao3 account?

if anybody would be interested in reading my work on there!

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if you were gonna write your dream feedee yoongi fic what would it be? how big would yoonie be? who is feeding him? i’m curious

ooooh i love this question! thank you sm for giving me the opportunity to be shamelessly self-indulgent for a sec lmao

okay so in my dream feedee!yoongi fic that i’ll definitely be writing at some point, he’s 230-330lbs and very spoiled by his feeders 🥲 in my mind the Dream Yoongi Feeder Team™️ is the rest of the hyung line + jimin but that would make for a very crowded scene, so i’d probably narrow that down to just 2 members (maybe 3 if i’m feeling ~spicy~)

i actually don’t know what sort of mechanics and tropes i’d incorporate just yet but i’d love to write something about yoon getting really big n spoiled over time, so i’m thinking a longer fic? possibly chaptered?

not to give anything away too soon but i have something coming up in the next few weeks that basically ticks all these boxes so be on the lookout ;)

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Whats your fav role in feedism for each of the members?

we all know how i feel about feedee!yoongi lmao. i just cannot for the life of me imagine him in a feedism space as anything other than a feedee. i already think he’s the cutest fucking guy on the planet and imagining him chubby almost makes me wanna sob. i love him 🥲

in my head it’s so hard to picture joon as a feedee lol. i’ve read some great fics that are feedee!joon centric and i really enjoyed those but to me, he’s 100% a feeder and if i ever write a fic featuring him he’ll not be the one gaining (unless someone requests him ofc!)

with seokjin i enjoy him in both roles but i tend to gravitate towards feeder! he’s adorable as a feedee too tho - i think him and another person as mutual gainers works best

hoseok’s a mixed bag for me. i don’t think i could bring myself to write him as a feeder if it’s not in the realm of soft feedism. i like the idea of him being dominant & teasing but not degrading or ill-intentioned. and i’m all for feedee hobi!

with jimin, i can only really imagine him as a feeder if he’s paired with yoongi or maybe jk? idk, i couldn’t see myself writing him as a feeder for anyone else. i prefer reading/writing about feedee jimin

as for taekook i don’t really consume content about them, so i could take or leave either option. but if i had to choose i think they’re both better suited as feeders

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Would you ever write for other groups?

i was actually considering writing for one of my ult groups (a girl group) when i started this blog but i’m not sure if there’s anyone who wants that? girl groups generally tend to have less fanfic written about them and i’ve yet to come across any feedism fics for them so i just don’t think there’s an audience for it. i’d LOVE to write some but there’s not a dedicated feedism community for any other group aside from bangtan as far as i’m aware, so i don’t see a point in it unfortunately :(

thinking about feedism dynamics in my two ult groups is so exciting tbh. i came across a couple feedism blogs for my other ult group but they’ve been inactive for years and the most recent post under the tag was in like 2018 so again, there’s no audience for it. it’s a little disappointing but this community right here is so great that i’m content with just writing for one group right now

tl:dr i stan a handful of groups but i just don’t think feedism content would be appreciated in their fan spaces, so unless someone specifically requests another group i don’t think i’ll write for anyone that’s not bangtan

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What tropes do you like writing + do you have any hard limits ?

i love pretty much anything involving chubby/feedee yoongi & jimin! though my favourite tropes would have to be soft feedism and bratty feedees

i’m not really a fan of cisswap/genderswap, anything about kidnapping or abuse, or anything tangibly omegaverse related. i’m not really fond of writing about immobility either. death feedism is a hard no.

on my pinned post i mention that i don’t like hybrid fics but my feelings on them have kinda shifted lately. i’m not into the idea of hybrids being purchased as pets/treated as second class citizens but if they’re just humans with like animal ears and a tail i think that’s pretty cute lol (sobbing over the idea of cat!yoongi)

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I love your fics! I wanna get better at writing my own. Any tips? Ways to get inspired?

it sounds cliche but the best way to improve your writing is to just write. you don’t have to post it, just keep developing your ideas and experimenting with whatever it is you want to invoke to your readers until you feel confident enough in yourself and your abilities. going over your work once you’ve completed the first draft and making edits is so important as it helps you identify your strengths + weaknesses so you can build upon/improve them. reading a lot is also very helpful!

if you’re specifically looking into writing kink, it’s useful to recognise what exactly you’re writing. what i mean by this is that there’s a huge spectrum of how kink can be utilised in writing - a chaptered fic with more developed characters and a clear-cut plot is very different to a standalone kinky oneshot, if that makes any sense. so don’t stress yourself out by digging too deep into character development, world building etc if you’re just writing a stuffing oneshot or something lol. that’s not to say you can’t incorporate more complex plot devices into short pieces but most times it’s unnecessary if the fic is centered around some sort of kinky activity, so don’t be too critical of yourself in that area. as for finding inspo, i usually look at feedee blogs and kink prompt blogs.

sorry if this is really scattered and unhelpful, i feel i’m bad at giving advice but i really hope this helps you. i’d be happy to give advice in more specific areas if you’d like 🤍

and thank you so much!! i’m glad you enjoy my writing <3

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hey guys! sorry for not being so active lately, i’ve had a lot of art projects to complete for university these past few weeks so i’ve been really busy with those. they’re mostly complete now so i’ll have a lot more time to spend on tumblr - i’ll be posting some requests & short fics next week but in the meantime i thought i could do a little q&a, so if there’s anything you wanna know feel free to ask! 🍓🫶🏻

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omg okay so just an idea,,, but like chubby baker seokjin who always gorges on his sweets and eats a whole cake (●♡∀♡)

hiii! again, super late request but i wanted something nice and lighthearted to write! hope you enjoy! <3

tags: jinkook , obese seokjin, baker seokjin, stuffing, mentions of mobility loss(?) , muscle chub jungkook, public space, sfw

3k words

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44608939

Being the owner of a small business was very rewarding. A dream job that exhausted him yet fulfilled him (or just filled him altogether). Early mornings spent baking Epiphany’s extensive list of delicious cakes and pastries along with his small team of coworkers. Growing a little sweaty under his apron, and a lot hungry from the smells of all his recipes coming to fruition every morning (not that Seokjin was one to skip on breakfast, quite the contrary). But he can only pout at his stomach set slightly on the counter that grumbles with all the delicious scents, waiting for his lunch break. 

As proud founder of his little bakeshop, Seokjin only ever took a few hours in the midday, when the bakeshop was at its tamest before coming back for the afternoon. Trying to be around as much as possible, either in the back in the kitchen in the morning where the rush hour made the customer services particularly overwhelming; or in the afternoon where he allowed himself to manage the cashier and smile at the calmer regulars who came to study or enjoy some nice treat. 

Specifically, he enjoyed staying for closing hours. 

It was a particularly slow day in the peak of summer vacation, where the small town was a little more vacant as everyone left to rest someplace near the coast, what was left of his team and him cleaning up after the last customer had left. They still had two hours until closing time, but with the rhythm of this plain Thursday they decided to just start early. 

Seokjin insisted that once they were done cleaning up they could all go home. And even if it meant some resistance from his dedicated team, he promised he’d only stay a few more minutes to see if anyone else arrived. Though that statement on its own held a little bit more weight coming from their boss. 

So his favorite regular hadn't shown up already, not a big deal. 

He tolerated the wiggly eyebrows and suggestive smiles, even the gentle elbow nudges, if it meant they’d leave. Considering it a success when everyone had left with still a bit over an hour for closing time. And while yes, Seokjin fully intended to stay over… he found his attention elsewhere other than the customer service. 

All of his left overs… Delicious and fresh that had been tantalizing him all morning, from the first batch to the very last one. Sometimes mourning the way his customers eat up every last crumb of his servings. Today though, his eyes had been particularly glued to that thick chocolate cake he dedicated most of his morning to make. A few layers high, covered in dark chocolate frosting and glued together with thick creamy ganache, stacked up proud and monstrous. 

No one ordered a single slice, Seokjin blames it on the horrid summer weather they’ve been having. The kind warm enough to drive people away from milkshakes and order lemonades, away from his magnificent cake. 

Every time by the register he would see people come in eyeing it with lifted eyebrows, as if considering it. Admiring it with temptation but apprehension. Maybe it was peer pressure, would they carry the weight of being the one to cut its first slice? They could never handle it. 

He is thankful, though. Because now he has that beauty all to himself. And although usually he waits until the store is actually closed to indulge in his delicious handcrafted leftovers, there's really no chance anyone is coming. 

No, not even him. 

With a bright smile spreading across his face Seokjin lowers himself to the small display fridge on the counter, huffing a bit under the weight of his belly. Confined by the tight knot of the apron but still sitting on his thighs as he bent over. Eye to eye with such an excrescence amongst all the half eaten lighter desserts that make up their summer menu. 

He knows he can leave here, and it will still be perfectly thick and moist the next day. But he also knows he is perfectly capable of just baking another one tomorrow.

And Seokjin has been craving it all day…

There's only a second of silence before he is pulling it out, huffing a bit from the weight of the cake, nothing else, and sets it on the counter. His back facing the entrance to the shop, he is certain no one will come at this hour; the chairs up on the tables and their open sign turned off. 

He digs in. 

I’ll be civil, he promises himself taking a normal spoonful of the cake. Trying not to make a mess, maybe he might even be able to cut the pieces he devoured and pass it as if the cake only had a few slices missing. But his oath falters once that first bite reaches his lips. As if having to deal with the smell of it all morning hadn’t been enough, the taste is downright maddening. Rich chocolate taking over his senses as he closes his eyes to moan.

Seokjin outdid himself. The motion of the spoonfuls become clumsier in their destruction of the moist cake, only caring about getting as much as he can quick enough to satiate his desperation. Not even staring down at it as his eyes rolled back in pleasure, his noises thickened out by the ganache and muffled by the batter. 

It's even more filling than he had anticipated, but that only motivates him more. Seokjin is sinking the spoon as far as it can go, covering some of his hand just to pick up the biggest mouthful he can muster. The seams of his lips tighten at the stretch as he tries to gorge mountains of chocolate cake, feeling the frosting collect at the edges of his lips. 

Already making a mess of himself, he drops the fork. The only chance he’d given himself to gasp for air since he started eating, belly rising and falling brushing the edge of the counter, sinking slightly in before he breathed out. One of his hands leans on the counter, trying to hold his weight up for his legs that have already been standing up through so much of the day already, as the other dimpled and reached for the cake. 

So pliable to touch, similar to the way his stomach now fully sinks into the edge of the counter. He begins to gorge on it at a much quicker pace, even if he is only using one hand; for now. Seokjin is making a mess, but it's his establishment damn it.  Using his hand on the counter to lower himself as close to the cake as his body possibly allows. His forearm trembles a bit, struggling under his weight as his other free hand shovels more and more of the cake past his lips. Not caring if the overflown batter falls down to the counter, Seokjin will get to it eventually. 

The cake is annihilated beyond repair, Seokjin will have no choice but to gobble it all down, get rid of the evidence. 

Though he is getting out of breath, his chubby arm begins to stain from having to hold up so much of his weight he is having to hold. Belly pressed to the top of his thighs from leaning forward on the counter; the shelf of it sinking fully into the marble despite his bloat. Seokjin’s hand shoveling the mouthfuls of cake stops abruptly to support some of his heft. Giving the baker a moment to breathe. 

Half eaten cake tantalizing him only a few centimeters away. Seokjin stares at it like a starved man, already breathless from his relentless stuffing. Not thinking twice before lazily extending his fat neck as much as he can to take a bite of the cake, face-first. Moist batter and thick ganache surrounding his cheeks as his teeth sink in, not bothering to pull out to chew in peace. Barley giving himself time at all before he is gobbling down another bite. His arms tremble in a weak attempt to lift Seokjin closer to his dessert. 

Still pressed to the table for support, he grabs the plate sliding it right in front of Seokjin’s face. Letting him sink his face properly, deep to the center as his eyes roll back. It's not easy to breathe this deep in but he doesn’t care; he welcomes the feeling of his knees trembling. His belly is painfully cut in half from the counter, becoming tighter with each forced mouthful he swallows. 

It only makes his face press further into the cake, but his hand moves from the cold counter to the heated distended warmth of his belly. The heavy bottom half that squishes against his lips, the creases and folds showing through his ever-tighter apron. So tight, Seokjin struggles to properly grope his own gut, just like he’s been struggling to tie the apron around his back most mornings. Still, just those gentle faint rubs are enough to make the tightness cease, to convince he still has room to finish it all instead of bringing it home with him. 

An empty promise because the second he is shoving another enlarged bite of cake past the seams of his lips he is groaning in discomfort. Just because Seokjin had been tempted all day by this cake in particular, doesn't mean he had been holding back from eating anything else that caught his eye. Harmless things, a cookie or two from his batch, a handful of cake pops to get him through the day, made himself a milkshake in his break too; slowly adding up to a full satiated belly even after a long day of work. 

He is really pushing himself to be able to finish it. But his thoughts are interrupted when he hears the little dingle of the bell attached to the door. Someone came in. 

Seokjin freezes in his spot. He wasn’t able to lift himself then, he certainly won’t be able to lift himself now. Not with almost 3/4s of a cake settling heavy on the center of his squashed stomach. 

“Oh I’m sorry, I thought you were still open…” There's a hint of humor in his voice, and Seokjin doesn’t have to turn around to know there's a smirk on the man’s face. 

It's his favorite regular, his boyfriend, Jungkook. 

“It’s really not a good–” Seokjin finds it even harder to breathe once he starts to talk, as if the counter that his belly was engulfing was coaxing the air out of his lungs. “Really not a good time, sir.” He knows it's futile. 

Whenever Jungkook stops by his shop, he comes in hungry. Seokjin just hadn’t counted on his boyfriend showing up today… Definitely wasn’t prepared for sharing. 

“I don’t think you can refuse any customer while it's still open.” Seokjin forces himself up from the counter with a grunt and looks over his shoulder. His boyfriend with a smug smirk on his face, definitely not as enraged as any entitled customer would be. There's softness behind his eyes. 

Or well… Nowadays there’s softness clinging to every piece of Jungkook. 

The summer clothes do nothing to hide the thick frame of his body. Tank top showing off his broad shoulders, but rounded out with padding. Same as his arms, once bulging and defined were covered in pillowy chub; they were crossed over his chest and only accentuating the growing of his pecs. And Seokjin knew if he were to walk closer, underneath the counter he’d see that same tank top clinging to the curve of his belly. But until he caught his breath, he was more than okay admiring the faded edge of his jawline, buried under his round cheeks. That cocky look on his face only made him squishier in Seokjin’s eyes. 

He stares down at the cake, acutely aware of the tightness in his stomach. 

“Well, there’s not much I can offer you.” He states simply, playing along; and he is right, the showcase fridge nearly empty of stock. “There’s still some cake.” Seokjin looks back at Jungkook, only to show the younger the probable mess of chocolate that his face must be. “Chocolate cake, would you like some, sir?” 

It's priceless the way his boyfriend's eyes widen at the revelation. Shock and arousal stuttering his little act.  But he quickly recomposes himself, much to Seokjin’s dismay. He takes a few steps closer to the counter. 

“I don’t know… I think someone was already enjoying that one.” The venom behind his voice sends shivers down the curve of Seokjin’s spine. “Is there even any left? Or am I too late?” He looks back down at the cake as if to make sure, but the poor thing has been crumbled to so many pieces, it's hard to tell. Steps echo in the tile floor behind him, Seokjin can hear them nearing but he is frozen in place, embarrassed at his animalistic eating and the massacre he left behind. 

It shouldn’t surprise him when he feels Jungkook place a hand on the center of his back, warm body pressing to Seokjin’s squishy side. He chews on his bottom lip feeling Jungkook’s eyes trail from the destroyed dish to the mess on his boyfriend's face. “You ate almost all of it, Seokjin.” 

Humiliation coils heat in his stomach, and he welcomes it with open arms. The need to explain himself makes words pour out. “I’ve–I’ve just… I've been craving it all day. And–And it's so late already I was sure n–no one was gonna come.” Seokjin makes the mistake to side eye his boyfriend, only to find that arousing disapproval in his eyes; the one he uses to hide his excitement, but turns Seokjin into putty anyways. “I–I’m sorry…”

“How did you think you could offer this to a customer?” Jungkook stares down at the cake with disgust, finger reaching to scoop some up and lick it off. “What if it hadn’t been me? Then they would’ve caught you behaving like a glutton.” The hand on his back trails delicately up to Seokjin’s nape, petting at the short hairs there, beginning to curve with the fat that started collecting even there. 

“Most customers wouldn't have come to this side of the register…” He mumbles, smiling a little at Jungkook, who smiles back sweetly.

“Oh darling, they would’ve figured out what was happening even from outside the bakery.” He giggles like he is endeared at Seokjin's lack of self awareness. “Now… You gotta finish this before anyone else shows up, hm?” Even if his expression is bright, the way JUngkook’s finger tightens further into his longer locks don’t leave much room for debate. 

Seokjin looked down and suddenly what had been considered too little to sell, looked like an awful lot to stuff himself with. Now that his ravishing had been interrupted, it had given his body time to process just how heavy that cake had been. 

“W-we can just pack it up and I’ll finish it at your place?” The insecurity in his voice is palpable. Suddenly breathless as if his stomach was still struggling to adjust to all the cake stretching it tight, taking up space he’d used to breathe in. 

“You still have 15 minutes until closing… You wouldn’t want to leave another customer hanging like me, right?” Jungkook’s voice doesn’t sound as gentle now, not with the way he grips at Seokjin’s hair. He nods quickly; he can do it. It can’t be that much. And he hasn’t left early ever since opening. 

“Good. Now clean up your mess, fatso.” Jungkook whispers with that soft smile again, but his eyes wide in arousal as he lowers Seokjin back to the position he was in. Face slowly sinking into the mess of the cake. 

He moans as he sinks back into it, the batter cold against the heat that collected on his cheeks, open mouthed and ready to gobble down whatever is left. Not having to worry about his own arms holding his weight as Jungkook moves the plate in Seokjin’s favor. 

“That's it… I knew you were just holding back for my sake.” The sweet praise makes him feel even fatter, unable to control himself despite the fullness sagging down his stomach. Thighs spread slowly on the tiled floor as it slowly released the responsibility of having to hold Seokjin up. He is too full but the cake is right there, delicious and addictive. He can't resist but force down the messy sloppy mouthfuls. 

Cake so mushed to pieces it slides down easily. Though nothing can hide the stinging stretch on his belly, hands abandoning the counter completely, as his belly cuts into the edge and holds him up. Kneading at the bottom of his stomach in any attempt of release. 

Seokjin is so immersed in the flavor, Jungkook’s words sound from far away. Only able to recognize the harsh pressing of his tongue against the glass plate, licking every crumb until it shines translucent. Dragging Seokjin’s face around until there was nothing but the mess of ganache on his cheeks. He is so out of breath, Seokjin can't imagine how he’ll lift himself up. 

But he doesn’t have to, luckily Jungkook’s hands go underneath his armpits to coax him to stand upright, belly fully sat on top of the counter. Without any time to breathe, his favorite regular kisses his messy lips. And he could swear he felt Jungkook a little breathless himself too, just from coaxing him up. He is getting too fat even for his beefcake of a boyfriend.

“See? And with 2 minutes to spare.” That grin makes Seokjin melt even more than the haze of a stuffing ever could. Jungkook’s hand abandons his hair to cup his cheek, gently whipping some of the sticky mess with a napkin; as Seokjin composes himself. “Though I’m sure you would’ve finished without my help too.” 

“No… No, it's good you came.” Seokjin breathes out, smiling a little at his boyfriend’s gentle ministrations; even frowning a bit in concentration in a particular fold of Seokjin’s double chin. “I’m gonna need someone to walk me to my car.” 

“Sure, but it’s gonna cost you…” Jungkook smiles. “Do you have any leftovers in your place?”

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Hi i love your writing so much 🥲 plz can you write a fic where Jimin overfeeds his boyfriend Yoongi and turns him into a big spoiled baby 🥺 Maybe Jimin makes him wear a bib when he eats because he’s a messy eater and helps him burp because his gas gets trapped when he eats too much, but Yoongi is very very spoiled

hi anon! i hope this fic is to your liking, it took so long to complete because i wasn't too sure how i wanted to approach it but i absolutely love how it turned out. i'm not sure if this has a name but i absolutely LOVE spoiled bratty feedees, it's pretty much my favourite trope atm so if anyone has more spoiled!yoongi prompts please send them my way 🥹 i'd love to write more!

warnings: force feeding, gas, stuffing, light slob

♡ spoiled brat ♡

“Ah, ah ah!” Jimin choruses as he catches Yoongi extending his hand out, ready to grab the bacon straight from the plate in front of him. “Yoonie, do you remember our rules?”

Yoongi mumbles something under his breath.

Jimin lifts an eyebrow. “Speak up, baby. I can’t hear you.”

“I can’t eat with my hands,” Yoongi grumbles, palming his huge stomach with a pout. “I’m hungry, though. I want food now.”

“And you’re going to get it, bubs,” Jimin tells him. He wraps Yoongi’s baby blue bib around his neck and presses a gentle kiss to his chubby cheek. “You’re all ready for your breakfast now. Remember, you’re not to eat without your bib on, okay? You get really messy, sweetie.” Yoongi nods. Jimin’s not sure he’s even listening, judging from the way he’s eyeing the plates of food so intently. 

“Yoongi, baby? What did I just say?”

Yoongi pouts even more. “You can only feed me when I’m wearing my bib.”

“That’s right,” Jimin coos. “We need to keep you clean, bubs. And if you feel your gas getting trapped, you’re to tell Jiminie, remember? I can help you with that.” 

Yoongi nods again, more frantically this time. Jimin can tell he’s getting agitated. He hates to see his baby so hungry, but it’s imperative that Yoongi understands why they have these measures in place. Without keeping him waiting any longer than necessary, Jimin scoops up the first strips of bacon with the fork and guides it to Yoongi’s lips, watching delightedly as he wolfs them down. 

His lips are slick and oily when he demands, “More.”

Jimin just smiles and feeds him the rest of the bacon, giving his stomach a light pat. Watching Yoongi eat is always such a treat - Jimin loves seeing his boyfriend well-fed and happy, loves the way his skin glows with contentness and loves watching him grow bigger and bigger with every meal. Ever since they started dating, this new lifestyle not only took a toll on his body but also his attitude. The shy, mild-mannered boy Jimin had met in the university library four years ago had been replaced with this fat, entitled brat who has all his meals fed to him and doesn’t need to lift a single finger since his boyfriend does everything for him. Jimin has yet to encounter anyone as spoiled as Yoongi. He’s become such a spoiled, pampered baby, and Jimin loves every part of him.

Halfway through his pancakes, a disgruntled look makes itself present on Yoongi’s face, and he begins to run his hands up and down his belly. “Jiminie,” he moans, “Help me.”

Jimin puts the fork down. “Oh no, baby. Do you need to burp?”

Yoongi nods, and Jimin springs into action. He places one hand on his belly and the other on his flabby back and starts rubbing thorough circles into the soft flesh in order to alleviate the gas that’s trapped. “It’s okay, bubs, we’ll get it out,” he assures Yoongi. Ever since Jimin had started overfeeding him, he produces a lot more gas which gets trapped during his meals, causing him a lot of discomfort. Thankfully, Jimin’s a pro at releasing the gas pockets by now, and the problem is soon fixed. Yoongi belches loudly, then points to the stack of pancakes.

“Feed me quicker this time. You were being too slow.”

Jimin’s not even taken aback by his tone anymore. After all, it’s his fault that Yoongi has become such a spoiled, fat brat in the first place. “I will, sweetie. But we don’t want to overdo it. I’ll go as quickly as I can, okay?”

He picks up a faster pace now, shoveling one pancake at a time down Yoongi’s throat. Soon enough the pancakes are gone, leaving only a plate of sausages left. Yoongi finishes them all off in record time, and his bib is left a greasy, stained mess. There’s even maple syrup and chunks of meat stuck to his flabby arms and chest. Jimin helps him out of his chair and uses a baby wipe to clean him up before kissing him on his wet lips.

“Well done, Yoonie!” he congratulates his boyfriend. “I’m so proud of you for finishing everything like a good boy. Now, do you want to go get dressed?"

Yoongi nods, and Jimin leads him to the bedroom with an arm around his soft waist.

Ten minutes into dessert, and Jimin's patience is starting to wear thin.

"I told you I wanted blueberry," Yoongi huffs, folding his arms against his chest. There's already raspberry sauced smeared across his cheeks and chins, and chocolate dribbling down his bib. His chocolate muffin stares up at him, unwanted.

Jimin blinks, unfazed. "But today you're getting chocolate. You've already had a lot to eat today, sweetie, you're not getting another muffin."

Yoongi's eyebrows knit together. "Get me another muffin right now. I want a blueberry one as well as this one."

"No, Yoonie. You've already had ice cream and a whole tray of cupcakes on top of your breakfast and your lunch was huge. You've had more to eat today than usual and I'm not letting you get sick. Just eat the muffin I gave you."

Jimin supposes he should have seen this coming. Whilst Yoongi just sits pretty and lets Jimin feed him ninety percent of the time, he'll occasionally act out and demand to be given more, more, more. These days he never seems to be full. His appetite is becoming increasingly hard to keep up with, and Jimin has to put his foot down at some point. He knows that outbursts like this are to be expected of Yoongi since he's become so damn spoiled, but his attitude can be exhausting when he's being so difficult.

"I want another one!" Yoongi orders, pointing to the cupboard from his high chair. His belly is so big that it now rests on the adjustable plastic table. "Get me another one right now, Jimin!"

"Fine!" Jimin gives in and storms over to the cupboard. He pulls out the entire box of muffins, both blueberry and chocolate, and places them on the table alongside a whole jug of milk from the fridge. Yoongi's eyes grow comically wide. "If you want more, I'm going to feed you more. You're eating all of this, Yoonie. No if's or but's. You wanted more, so here you go."

Yoongi says nothing, just watches in bewilderment as Jimin unwraps the muffin already sitting in front of his and shoves it in Yoongi's mouth. He twists the plastic cap off the milk and raises it to Yoongi's lips, letting him drink from it before he shoves another muffin into his mouth. It's a routine Jimin's hands get used to quickly, and the look on Yoongi's face is so entertaining. He's turning pink, and with every muffin his cheeks are getting messier and fuller, his eyes droopy and dazed. His belly is distended and red, and when Jimin gives it a stroke, it's rock hard. But this is what Yoongi wanted, after all.

Eventually, when they're down to the last muffin, Yoongi gasps for air and rubs his pudgy hands over his stomach, groaning. "Jiminie, I'm so full." His stomach growls angrily. "I - hic - really need to burp. My tummy hurts."

Jimin soothes Yoongi's bloated belly with his small hands, largely ignoring his request. "Not until this muffin and milk is finished, baby."

Yoongi moans, and Jimin forces the last muffin into Yoongi's mouth followed by the final gulps of milk. When he pulls the jug away from Yoongi's mouth with a pop, he unleashes him from the chair and guides him over to the couch in the living room carefully. Jimin can hear all the food sloshing around in his belly when he plops him down.

"There, there, baby. We're going to sort this pesky gas out, okay?"

Jimin rubs Yoongi's back and belly vigorously for a good few minutes before any progress is made. Eventually, Yoongi lets out a long string of burps and farts, his face red and his belly even redder. He belches right in Jimin's ear, uncaring and sloppy, and uses his own hands to relieve some of the pressure built up inside his huge belly. His bib is absolutely covered in food, and his sweater is equally as messy. Jimin tuts.

"Such a messy baby," he sighs, eliciting a final, huge burp from Yoongi. He massages his belly soothingly, his voice stern when he says, "I hope you've learned your lesson today, Yoonie. You know I love you, and I love feeding you, but you have to know your limits. You were a very bad boy before. From now on, are you going to be good for me?"

"Y-yes," Yoongi stammers, dangerously close to slipping into a food coma.

Jimin smirks and plants a kiss onto his forehead. He tucks a piece of Yoongi's long black hair behind his ear and whispers, "Spoiled brat."

[yoontteokki]

Loved your sope fic!! Do you only write feedee!yoongi? Asking bc I want to send you a request but it’s not a yoongi ship

thank you! i tend to write about yoongi the most but i’m open to writing about others too, feel free to send me your request :)

[yoontteokki]

Hi, can you write something about Sope where Hoseok secretly over feeds Yoongi and he notices only when he is all squishy and chubby how much he gained? :(

how exciting, my first request! i hope i do this idea justice because it's just so adorable <3

♡ blissfully unaware ♡

It starts innocently enough with a pair of shorts.

Yoongi stands in front of the mirror, defeated. He's just spent nearly five minutes trying to wiggle his way into the old pair of black gym shorts, and now that they're finally over his thighs and around his hips, they're so tight that he's afraid to twist his body in case they tear. Huh. He cautiously turns around to examine what they look like from the back and frowns. They're tiny on him, and they're only a size medium. They were even a little loose on him when he'd first bought them. Come to think about it, this shirt feels a little snug on him too, even though he'd purposefully bought an oversized one. Yoongi sighs and tugs on the drawstrings of his shorts. He should really teach Hoseok how to use their dryer properly, because it seems like he's been fucking his clothes up ever since he started helping with the laundry.

He forgets about his shrunken clothes dilemma pretty quickly when lunch rolls around. Hoseok's left him a bento box and a few snacks to keep him going until he gets home - a fluffy helping of egg-fried rice, neatly cut strips of katsu chicken and a dozen or so sashimi rolls are waiting for him when he opens the box, as well as a packet of potato chips and a blueberry muffin, one of the huge ones they typically pick up from Costco. Yoongi loves those. He wastes no time busting out a pair of chopsticks and the TV remote, flicking over to Netflix to watch some Ace Attorney as he tucks in.

It honestly shocks him how quickly he polishes everything off. He had breakfast no more than two hours ago, yet when he shakes the last of the potato chips into his mouth, he doesn't feel full at all. He palms his stomach a little as he lies back on the couch. It's a little firm, and - oh.

Oh.

Yoongi's eyes practically pop out of his head when he looks down. His stomach is big. Like, really big. His shirt has rode all the way up, exposing a smooth, pale tummy that he'd been blissfully unaware of until now. His cheeks instantly flare with heat, and suddenly he feels stupid. When the hell did that happen? How didn't he notice? It's no wonder his clothes feel so tight. He's grown out of them completely. He hoists himself up as quickly as he can and waddles to the bedroom to further investigate in the mirror. As it turns out, it's not just his eyes playing tricks on him. He really does look chubbier.

Every part of his body looks softer when he inspects himself in the mirror. There's obviously his stomach, but besides that his thighs look doughy and thick, and his cheeks are a lot chubbier than they used to be. He's always had somewhat round cheeks, but never like this. Yoongi has to double check when he looks down and catches a hint of a double chin. God, what is Hoseok going to think? Surely he's noticed by now. Why didn't he say anything? Shit, why didn't Yoongi notice he was outgrowing his own clothes? This is noticeable weight gain, not just a few extra pounds he can shift with one trip to the gym. Not that he was going much in the first place, but the point still stands.

Just as he's despairing over whether or not to confront Hoseok about this, he hears keys turning, and a second later the front door clicks open.

"Yoonie, baby?" Hoseok's voice rings out. "You home?"

How is he home already? Yoongi glances over at his alarm clock and gulps when he sees it's nearly four o'clock. How late did he sleep in this morning? Fuck, he feels like he's losing his mind.

"Yoongi hyung?"

"In the bedroom!" Yoongi calls out, his voice unnaturally high. Before he can pull his shirt down to hide his bloated stomach, Hoseok comes bounding in, arms outstretched.

"Hey, baby," He coos, sweeping Yoongi up into a hug. He presses a kiss to Yoongi's soft cheek. "Missed you today. What've you been up to?"

He can't think of a response good enough to deflect from the fact he's currently panicking. Hoseok seems to pick up on this, because his face instantly drops.

"Is everything okay? What's wrong?"

"Um, nothing, I'm alright," Yoongi stutters out. He pats his stomach affirmatively and decides that keeping this to himself isn't doing anyone any favours. "Actually, I - um. This is really embarrassing."

Hoseok gently guides Yoongi over to their bed and motions for him to sit. Coaxingly, he strokes his back and lets Yoongi melt into his touch. "Hey, whatever it is you can tell me. That's what I'm here for, yeah? You don't have to be embarrassed about anything."

Yoongi nods and bites his bottom lip. He guesses his boyfriend is right.

"It's just, um, my clothes have felt a little tight recently." Hoseok instantly blushes. "I just assumed you'd accidentally shrunk them in the dryer or something, but I was eating lunch today and I realised that, uh. I've gotten pretty chubby." He lowers his voice and looks Hoseok in the eye. "It's a lot of weight, Hoba. There's no way you haven't noticed."

Hoseok swallows thickly. For a minute, Yoongi prepares himself for the worst. Hoseok is a dance instructor and has always been disappointed when Yoongi hasn't joined him on his quarterly fitness kicks, so he's sort of expecting him to lecture him about the importance of a balanced diet and exercise and give him an ultimatum about getting into shape or kissing their relationship goodbye. But he's pleasantly surprised when Hoseok's hand drifts down to the curve of his stomach and starts to stroke it softly, smiling. It's squishy and pillowy now, much different to how it felt before. It even jiggles under Hoseok's fingers.

"Ah, so we're talking about this today." Hoseok removes his hand and shuffles a little closer towards Yoongi. "I don't want you to be embarrassed about your weight, Yoonie. I love you no matter how big or small you are. Your weight has absolutely no bearing on that. But I do think you look extra cute like this, just for the record."

"You- what? Really?"

Hoseok nods. "Yeah, baby. You look adorable. So soft and sweet and well cared for." He plays with Yoongi's belly again, this time with both hands, and remarkably, Yoongi finds himself loving the way his hands feel on his belly. "Like a little cherub. But I definitely owe it to you to let you know that I, uh, sort of have a big part to play in this."

Yoongi quirks an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Hoseok presses his lips into a thin line, hesitating for a moment. "You remember when I began teaching more classes and started leaving you lunches, yeah?" Yoongi nods. "Well, a few months ago I woke up super early to make your bento box and I wasn't thinking straight, and I packed like double the amount of food into there than usual. I swear that one time was accidental, but you ate everything anyway. I really loved seeing you so well fed, Yoonie, so I just... kept feeding you more, I guess. You seemed to love it. You do enjoy the food, right?"

"Of course I do," Yoongi assures him.

"If you don't like it, we can diet together and you can tag along with me to the gym, I won't blame you," Hoseok says hastily.

"No, no, Hoseokie. Stop right there." Hoseok instantly shuts up. "I... I actually kind of like it. I love to eat. This new weight might take a lot of getting used to, but I don't really want to lose it. There's no way you're dragging me to a gym, anyway."

Hoseok laughs delightedly and presses a kiss to Yoongi's lips. "I'm so glad to hear that, babe. I brought home takeout from that Thai place down the street you like. I saw your empty bento box in the kitchen, so if you're full and don't want any, I can save you some for tomorrow-"

"Hoseokie?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up and get me some chopsticks."

[yoontteokki]

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poly ships are okay!

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