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✨Relationship weight✨ Is the best concept ever made actually, it's so cute!

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the amount of ppl who post feedism content on here that are still posting with their mcdonalds …. girl the boycott!!!! its actually kind of sickening to see :( and i know i haven’t been actively posting abt palestine on here but thats bcz i haven’t been active here really at all :( but all i will say right now is

if you dont stand with palestine/ “neutral” on genocide/ are a zionist HARD BLOCK ME

ok thanks :)

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Birthday Cake (Force)Feeding

Warning: This is a feederism fic, involving force feeding and weight gain. Don’t like, don’t read.

Summary: For Seungcheol’s birthday, Jeonghan decides to surprise him with a whole sheet cake just for him. It’s too bad Seungcheol just can’t seem to finish it on his own.

A/N: So this is the first of the requests I’ve done this year!! thanks to @kikilovesskz

Seungcheol had grown accustomed to Jeonghan’s feeding ways. After his ACL injury, Jeonghan had taken it to nurse him back to health (and then some). He was used to getting meals brought to him constantly, sometimes being extra whiny so Jeonghan would hand feed him as well.

Naturally, being unable to work out and being tended to by Jeonghan meant that he gained a lot of weight. Something that Jeonghan did not even allow him to get insecure about with the way he would marvel at the changes to his body and take every opportunity to keep his arms wrapped around his growing belly or patting at his widening ass.

Now, months have passed. Seungcheol’s appetite had only grown due to Jeonghan’s constant encouragement, as well as snide comments that made him even more desperate to prove himself.

(“I bet you can’t finish this whole pot of ramen” “It’s been two months I thought you would’ve outgrown these already, I guess you’re gaining slower than we thought” and Seungcheol’s personal favorite and also greatest annoyance “Well, I guess I’ll just throw the rest away, no point in keeping it for leftovers” which would always result in Seuncheol forcing himself to continue eating, leaving him achingly full).

Of course, for Seungcheol’s birthday, he anticipated some kind of surprise, partially born out of his own ego, partly from knowing Jeonghan’s tricks. So, as he entered the kitchen and saw a whole sheet cake, he already knew what was coming.

“Happy Birthday Cheollie!” Jeonghan said with a smile.

Seungcheol eyed the cake as he sat down, “What is all this?”

“It’s your birthday cake! Now come on, and eat your cake.”

Seungcheol looks at Jeonghan suspiciously, and realizes there are no utensils. He takes a handful of cake, glares at Jeonghan, then digs in.

As much as he acts resistant to Jeonghan. He does enjoy eating handfuls of cake, fluttering feelings in his stomach with how messy and desperate he must look to fill himself with cake. His stomach is beginning to feel full by the time he’s halfway finished, and he can feel the icing and cake that covers the entire bottom half of his face.

Jeonghan clicks his tongue at him, “Oh greedy baby, look at how messy you’ve gotten. I think you need some help.”

Seungcheol looks up at Jeonghan, “I don’t need your help, this is my cake.”

“Don’t worry, the only person who will be eating this cake is you.”

Seungcheol stares as Jeonghan grabs a fork, and begins feeding him. He opens wide, eagerly awaiting more cake, and with Jeonghan’s help, he manages to eat more. His eyes flutter closed as he loses himself to the feeling, being so lazy he can’t even feed himself, having to rely on Jeonghan to bring food to his mouth.

Of course, as it’s Jeonghan, things can’t stay gentle forever. At this point, the cake is nearly done, maybe a quarter of it left. And yet, Seungcheol is now full to bursting. Still, Jeonghan has now switched from using the fork to feeding Seungcheol handfuls of cake.

“Jeonghan please, I’m really full. I- I don’t know if I can eat anymore.”

“Come on baby, if you were really full you’d safeword wouldn’t you? You want to be absolutely stuffed and helpless don’t you?” His statements are punctuated with him shoving cake into Seungcheol’s mouth, making him suck his fingers clean of the frosting before grabbing yet another handful.

“N-no I don’t!”

“Then why don’t you stop eating? Say the word and it’ll all stop.”

Yet, Jeonghan forces another handful of cake into his mouth, and keeps his fingers in Seungcheol’s mouth much longer than necessary. Seungcheol can’t help himself, he moans, loving the feeling of how absolutely stuffed he is to the point where he can’t even move out of this chair, helpless to Jeonghan’s whims. He’s completely out of it, barely able to focus on anything around him except Jeonghan’s hands that just keep bringing him more.

Finally though, it stops.

“Oh my god, Seungcheol you’re incredible. I can’t believe you ate the whole cake.”

He’s rewarded with a kiss, and as Jeonghan pulls away he imagines the picture they must make. Himself, huge, engorged and stuck in this chair, face covered in frosting with cake crumbs all down his shirt and some in his hair. Meanwhile there’s Jeonghan, with not a hair out of place, the only thing making him look messy being how his hand is wet with saliva, and some of the frosting now covering his own mouth.

As Seungcheol allows himself to succumb to his food coma, he’s vaguely aware of Jeonghan taking a wet wipe to clean his face and kissing his forehead, “Happy birthday baby.”

#jeongcheol #jesus christ #Hahdjf #fics #svt

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dude istg i’ll answer my asks and all i just been going through Stuff and couldn’t bring myself to do it… 😭

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THANK U SM USER BREADCHEEKSTETE I OWE U MY LIFE

TAE: RAINY NIGHTS & SNACKS 🍫🌧

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Hey everyone! I know it’s late for some but I hope you’ll take this audio ☺️ it’s a shorter one but I hope you guys like it! I tried to capture the atmosphere of a cozy rainy night, and it just so happens Tae had too many cups of hot chocolate… too much bread… too many candy bars. I hope the audio is still clear though, and that you can hear everything well! LY GUYS! I’m glad to be posting! 💜

#audio au #chubby taehyung #favs #bangtan

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NAMGI: YOU SOUND AMAZING 🥰

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Editing Joon and Yoongi’s voice is 👌🏼, both deep and soft voices, it’s great. I hope you guys like this one, I realize now that the part where Yoongi sits on namjoons lap goes too fast, I’m sorry about that 😔✊🏼 but I think the rest of it is a good pace! ILY GUYS!! More audio au’s soon

#audio edit #namgi #bangtan #i think i just #jesus

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Ooh~, could you make another audio, where JK is so full and belches a bit~? That‘d be so cute and soo so nice~! Like always: I‘ll always love you, thank you~!❤️🧡💛

Once again the audio is so off,but I hope it’s still enjoyable 😣🙏🏼💕💕 JK belching is A CONCEPT! Safe to say this was a lot of fun to make 💖 and of course ☺️ I love you too and np!! It’s my pleasure 💜💜💜enjoy:

#audio edit #bangtan #oh my. #jinkook

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So, that Ateez feederism bug has certainly taken root and I couldn't tell you why exactly. (It's because I finally am getting a feel for how many people like it as much as I do 👀)

And with that being said, I want to write about another one of my ults, being San... it's not going to have a fixed pair... but that doesn't mean he can't play around hehe

Better

This is a feederism fic and features weight gain, weight gain denial, breaking of clothes, and smut. Don't like, don't read.

Finishing his set in the gym, the sound of the weights clanging on the machine as it settles. He's panting as he looks at himself in the mirror. He's come a long way since he started working out. He remembers the first time that he set foot in the gym and how just about everything intimidated him. Flexing his figure, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as a result of just how far he's come. It wasn't something that he achieved overnight after all. Lots of effort had to be made to get his body to the level that it was currently at.

While he washed up, some things came to mind. Like there were people who might have struggled with the idea of going to the gym for the first time and plenty of questions that they had. As he lathered up his firm pecs and broad shoulders, it was properly occurring to him that he had a rather amazing set up. The gym was owned by his friend, Yeosang, which meant it would be fairly easy to set up a camera and record beginner guides to helping out those who needed the advice. While he rinsed off, his mind was already buzzing with ideas as to what he'd need to mention with Yeosang if he wanted to get the go-ahead on this idea.

In his mind, as long as he delivered his advice to a level that was befitting of the audience, it shouldn't be too hard to get the information out to everyone who needed it. He arrived at his apartment as he announced, "I have the best idea ever."

Wooyoung had flopped his head over on the couch to look at him, an eyebrow raised curiously while Seonghwa paused the game that he was playing to look at him. "Oh, how was the gym, Sannie?"

He simply gave a thumbs up before he sat on the coffee table in front of them to look at them eye to eye, almost like he needed to be at that level to brace them before his idea properly blew them away. "You're not ready for this."

Seonghwa kept his encouraging smile on his face while Wooyoung looked at him, a little exasperated, "What is it? You've hyped it up but haven't said it yet."

San paused for dramatic effect for a moment before he stated, "I'm gonna start a channel to promote fitness for first timers because they don't know what they're doing and Yeosang already gave me the go ahead."

There was a pause in the air before Wooyoung just sighed as Seonghwa politely began to play his game again, ready to listen as background noise, almost like his interest had pulled away.

"What?" San looked genuinely puzzled as to why the attention had waned.

"No offense, San, but I think I've seen about a thousand channels like that where they all advertise their advice. It's just oversaturated and almost everyone does it." Wooyoung rips the bandaid off rather easily and it's hard not to deflate a little.

He pouted rather easily, "It's a great idea! I didn't get like this without knowing my way around the gym so I think I'm pretty trustworthy!" The way that he flexes while having a cute expression flusters both of his roommates as Wooyoung openly gawks the muscles on display while Seonghwa pays closer attention to the game that's on the screen before pausing it when San seems to wait for them to comment again.

"Wooyoung does have a point, Sannie." It's hard not to coo at the sight of San being more pouty than expected as his plans are stepped on but Seonghwa continues, "But, I think you'd be able to carve a niche as you are. You do a pretty good job of that." He can't help but smile as he blushes at the kind words of the older one at that.

A pat on the shoulder comes from Wooyoung, "If you need someone to film, I'll be happy to help. I feel like you'd be bad at setting up shots." He raises a fist, threatening to hit his friend before muttering that he'd appreciate the help.

After a little bit more planning, the first video goes without a hitch and he can't help but feel a pit in his stomach as he watches the video process before it slowly uploads on their shared Internet. Both Wooyoung and Seonghwa are in the room as moral support when it finally finishes and he can't help but stew.

A couple of minutes go by and San whines, "I really put a lot of time into this introduction! Even Hongjoong helped me with editing everything in a nice way!" The video looked rather professional and not amateur at all thanks to the older man's touch that San promised to repay him for at dinner one day.

Wooyoung patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, "You can't expect everything on day one, San. It'll take some time." He left him in the room with Seonghwa who seemed to smile encouragingly, "Yeah, it already has about fifteen views now so that's more than just our friend group. Give it some time to settle!"

Even if he was going to heed their advice, it didn't mean he wasn't going to bed sulking... but when he woke up that morning, the fact that his phone was warm and currently buzzing with notifications was a cause for alarm. Looking at it in shock, all of his friends were sending him various links of different edits of him in the video that went viral.

He knew that he looked good but seeing people editing him to shreds while basically making thirst traps of what he had said was incredibly kind to his ego. He felt himself blush while reading the various comments that were left. Was there such a thing as digital footprint with what some of these people were saying? Either way, it didn't take long for his channel to blow up and thanks to his work with Hongjoong, he didn't need to completely rely on him for editing and knew how to do it for himself.

Everything was panning out. He received sponsorship and just about everything under the sun that came with being a successful content creator and it wasn't hard at all for him to stick out in the crowd. A few lingering shots on his body here and there and it would inspire someone to make another edit that would go viral. Even if a lot of people weren't there for advice, it was the views and fans that made him go viral which he vastly appreciated.

Before long, brands were starting to sponsor him. Athleisure clothing brands, various different services and he took a good majority of them. San hadn't had this much money forever even working full time. But, then, he received his largest sponsorship deal yet. It was a formal process. Signing with Fever Supplements, he would have an exclusive deal that would pay more than enough for him to cover his rent on his apartment alone for each month.

All he had to do was take their products and be causal about mentioning it. And considering he was already in the stage to start taking protein again to bulk for the winter, it wouldn't be hard. Plus, their pre workout had tasted amazing from his experience.

At the stage that he was at, he was starting to workout with guests because he knew that the edits seemed to get a lot more traction when one of his friends was in the gym with him. So far, Jongho, Mingi and Yunho had accompanied him before. Today, Mingi had come with him.

Watching San shake his drink shaker made him raise an eyebrow curiously, "What's that? It looks different than what you usually drink." The camera wasn't recording while they were still in the middle of warming up. San liked to record during stretches so that they could have more to capture. Mingi raised an eyebrow as San offered it.

Watching him take a sip and recoil, Mingi looked at the drink in surprise, "Woah... that's really sweet. Are you sure it's pre?" San shrugged, "It says it's pre workout on the container and I think it's their new flavour. It's pretty good though. It's been energizing me for a couple of weeks now before my workouts." Mingi looked at it rather suspiciously before he added, "Damn, I can see why. It wakes you up."

They usually assist each other in stretching and when it comes time to work with each other, San feels his waist intruded on by Mingi, large hands resting on his sides and for some reason, sinking in slightly as San yelps. "Isn't it early for bulking season?" Mingi snickers as San raises a fist, "Like you're one to talk." He pokes Mingi's softened middle who covers his stomach shyly before they continue.

It makes a sort of tension that persists through the video as San noticed how his friend had put on. It's not like he put that much on though. The fabric of his shirt was clinging to him but that's how most compression shirts fit. On Mingi, it was bulging a little at the stomach and he couldn't help but find himself staring.

While they were in the shower, Mingi's voice was clear through the constant stream of water, "Uh, San. Would you be able to hook me up with some of that pre? It really worked and I just had a sip." Blinking a couple of times in surprise, he looked at Mingi, "Really? All you had was a sip." Mingi shrugged nonchalantly before he added, "That's the best I've worked out in a while... but I still have some energy. How about you?"

The words hung in the air for a moment, the tension only growing more intense before San added, "Yeah. I could do some more." He wandered over to the other man before he saw the way that he moved his neck downward and pressed their lips together. Naked bodies were pressed into each other as the water continued to clean them of everything but their desires.

The perks of the semi-private gym were making their way to the surface now as they stroked each other. Doing anything else was a little riskier even if they knew they had the space to themselves because the staff needed to clean soon for the actual hours of the place. What San was noticing was the fact that Mingi's stomach which had been flat the last time he appeared in a video seemed to protrude and inflate when he breathed out in pleasure at San's touch that was threatening to make him come undone. Had he put on weight since then? Maybe his next video needed to be something about weight loss. But, his thoughts were wiped clean as Mingi moved down and began to suck him off. Clutching the railing, his fingers curled in his friend's hair while he made sure to show attention to just about every inch of his length. As much as Mingi ran his mouth, he always knew how to use it just as well which is why they hooked up as often as they did.

As they both helped each other wipe off the mess after experiencing a release, San's stomach growled. "Damn, you're that hungry?" Mingi slaps his friend on the ass, who yelps before he says, "If you want, we can grab some food with Yunho. He wanted to eat with me today anyways."

Another thing that he didn't realize following his sponsorship with Fever was the fact that he was hungry a lot more often. He didn't really notice it because most of the time, he did his own meal prep. But, San seemed blissfully unaware of how the portions of these preps had slowly been increasing everytime. Where it used to be properly be one portion, it was getting to the point where he would eat portions of three for just about every meal.

Whenever he ate out with friends, it was more absurd that he ever would have noticed. Yunho had noticed that Mingi was eating a fair bit as well but San's order nearly filled up the table. He looked curiously as the two stuffed their faces with everything that was bought. "Good workout?"

The pair nodded before going back to stuffing their faces as Yunho watched, feeling his face heat up as he watched Mingi beside him belch before he continued to eat his own food.

From this point forward, just about all of his friends were noticing the amount that San was eating as he continued to increase the portion sizes slowly but surely. Seonghwa noted that he was cooking just about every other second when he was at home and the planned meals were filling the fridge. Wooyoung had tried some of the protein shake that he mixed but felt full a quarter of the way through while San had started to drink two per day. Mingi was starting to become a regular on the channel and those little meals where they would spend nearly two hours eating were becoming a near daily occurrence that San could afford with no difficulty thanks to his income.

However, the strangest part to just about everyone that knew San was the fact that he didn't even notice what all this food was doing to his body. He was under the impression that with Fever Supplements, he was going to bulk. But, following the winter, what he hadn't done was bulk. He had grown beyond the word bulking.

What Mingi was after the influence that San had on him was chubby and even that was being nice. He was definitely lingering closer to fat these days. But San? San had gotten properly fat and was starting to border on obese.

Gone were the broad and defined shoulders that he had launched the channel with as they were replaced with rolls on his back and flabby moobs that were starting to hang with how much fat that they had blown up with. His stomach protruded out so far and his roommates could hardly believe he poured himself into skin tight clothes without breaking them.

Although, Seonghwa remembers one day where he had checked in on San because he had stated that he was going out to eat with Mingi, not even going to the gym this time. Wandering in his room after hearing some noises, Seonghwa gaped at the sight. San was hopping and just that alone was shaking the floor as the massive amount of fat he put on was jiggling as he tried to get himself into a pair of jeans that didn't even make it halfway up his thighs.

San turned his head, panting as Seonghwa noticed more closely that even his jawline that was sharp had blurred and was even starting to develop a double chin just naturally. He couldn't figure out why it was exciting him to this degree. "Ah... hyung, perfect. Can... you help me close these? I think I bulked up too much."

Seonghwa felt a shiver run down his spine as he moved to San. Placing his fingers on the sides of the pants, he gulped feeling his hands press into the soft cellulite on his thighs. Pulling it up was a lot of effort and even more difficult at the fact that San didn't realize how much he was jiggling at just about every desperate movement. They managed to make it up to where they should rest but were presented with the next problem.

The button.

Now, Seonghwa was seriously going to overload at the feeling of his knuckles pressing into the underbelly of San's fat gut while he tried to make the two ends reach. He had tried lying down and sucking in. "Is it easier now?" He wheezed out the question while Seonghwa was praying for how aroused this was making him. His hands brushed San's crotch a couple of times and he heard a couple of whimpers from his fat roommate before he made his advances less coy, placing a hand on the area. It had gotten fatter too given how he knew San's length was a lot more plentiful the last time they hooked up.

San mewled in pleasure when Seonghwa's hand slipped into his pants, starting to please him before he realized that with just about every pump that caused San to move his hips, his gut would move too and make it more difficult to stroke him between the pressure of the tight underwear and his belly moving into his erection. San was losing himself to the pleasure of the feeling but still so horribly unaware of the point that he's blown up to.

They continue on before San releases, soiling his underwear as they both try to catch their breath. The last thing Seonghwa says before he leaves was that he should just wear something comfortable if he's going to out to eat with Mingi.

He does listen and when Seonghwa leaves the room, he's pulled into Wooyoung's room. On his computer screen, he sees orders for clothes identical to what San has in his wardrobe, just to replace everything with proper size ups. Seonghwa can't help but blush when Wooyoung reveals that this isn't the first time that he's done this before but he has San's card and he's gotten enough funding to the point he can pay it off without glancing at what's being bought.

It became an experiment basically. Just how massive could San get without noticing just how much these supplements were doing. Yunho had looked at the label and saw appetite stimulant and bulking formula on just about every product and weight gain enhancers in nearly everything that San mixed into his drinks. Mingi had grown at a slower pace but because he was with San so often, the damage had been done to the other gym goer as well.

The thirst edits of San hadn't changed. In fact, they had only steamrolled alongside his weight. Now, instead of focusing on his muscles, they focused on how strong his arms still were while they jiggled with fat when in between sets. How his belly spilled out of various workout shirts and how plump his ass was when he turned around while doing something. The fans were just about as ravenous as the one they were making these edits for and he didn't pay it any mind because it was still about his body.

In his eyes, he just viewed it as light pudge... even if he was getting to the point where his fattened form was knocking things over with either his belly or ass whenever he was at home.

He had reached a large milestone after almost a year. Over five million subscribers to the channel. In this time, he put on more than double his weight and didn't even bat an eye to the changes, which is still what shocked the other men the most. Didn't even think about how he couldn't fit in booths at restaurants or how difficult it was to do his stretches with Mingi when they were both of massive proportions. Their shower room hook ups had gotten a lot less subtle with all the bulk and San being teased about how much he had put on.

But, that wasn't the focus. He was finally treating Hongjoong to a meal that he promised. He had started to do a lot of the editing himself, so in the groove that he didn't even bat an eye at the way his sides were pressed against the arm rests of his desk chair most of the time. The editing style was retained and Hongjoong was rather proud of the younger man.

He hadn't expected the shorter man to choose an all you can eat restaurant as their destination. "Ah, hyung~ If you eat here, you'll get bigger~" San teased rather easily as Hongjoong's eyes scanned the massive man as if he could talk. He wasn't the slimmest person, carrying a small belly but it's not like he had grown to the size that Mingi had gotten to and San was an entirely different beast. He heard from the rest of their friends that he was unaware but he didn't think it was this crazy.

The two sat down at the booth as Hongjoong said, "Sannie, just let me grab what you want. You might be treating me today, but we're celebrating you too! You're probably the most popular fitness creator out there." It took a lot to not laugh at the sight when he said that. The most popular fitness creator being the largest person in the room, who's gut was pressing into the table and even resting on it where it protruded.

San smiled, "If that's what you say, hyung. I'll be sure to eat well." He had no doubts that the younger had been doing that for months at this point but today would be a proper test. Plate after plate was brought to the growing influencer as he stuffed his face just as well as he promised.

The clothes that his roommates bought for him could only do so well after the third upsize and around the seventh plate, San felt a relief in pressure as his gut expanded and pushed the table off balance for a moment. Hongjoong grabbed it in a panic as he heard the button rattling on the floor.

San looked flustered as he finally took in his body and how everything had settled on him. This wasn't just winter weight. In fact, it was the middle of the next fall. He had gotten so fat that he had broke his clothes. His fattened hands found his gut as he rubbed it, a small groan leaving him as he belched loudly, feeling his face flush from the people around staring at the gluttonous display he had put on.

He squirmed in his seat as he realized his ass needed two chairs to properly rest in them. Looking at Hongjoong who was equally as flustered by the sight, San whined, "Hyung, can we go to your place? I didn't mean to make a mess like this..." There was embarrassment bubbling up in his tone but all of his friends knew that was something that he enjoyed. He just didn't ever expect it to be in this way.

Even in Hongjoong's car, he was more aware of how it dipped and groaned when he sat in it, his belly filling up the space between him and the dashboard as he tried to relieve the pressure that had built up within it. Once they arrived at Hongjoong's apartment, Hongjoong pressed against him into the wall as San groaned while a burp bubbled up. "Oh, Sannie. How did you just realize this now?"

San felt his face flush while Hongjoong's hands explored his ample body, squeezing his moobs and getting a whimper from the younger. "You keep working out but when you're stuffing your face like that everyday, it's just barely keeping you strong." He still had muscles but the chub all over his body was more overwhelming than anything else. Each inch that Hongjoong pinched was a reminder of how he had let the supplement properly take effect and blow him up.

"I still am strong... I thought it was just bulking and-" He groaned when he felt Hongjoong's hands cup his ass and lift it, feeling the heft to him while he relished in the feeling. "This is more than bulking, Sannie. You're fat."

Hearing it plainly made a shiver run down his spine. Was that why he was having so much trouble to do certain things? Was that why people were referring to him as big guy? Was that why when Wooyoung rode him the other week, he only got his hands on his belly and he couldn't even see his own dick when looked down?

Hongjoong squeezed his crotch as they moved to his room, a mix of fat, desire, and pleasure to describe their bodies while they made out. A couple of times where Hongjoong leaned on his gut and got a burp out of the younger to his embarrassment before they continued, stripping each ill fitting layer away from San before he ended up with his ass pointed and his gut pressed into the mattress.

It oozed in just about every direction as Hongjoong inserted a finger, prepping San to take him. He had gotten so massive that Hongjoong, even with his chubby form, felt so much smaller. He was feeling his thighs mashing his fat pad into his underbelly as he rocked back and forth with Hongjoong's preparation of him.

He moaned when feeling Hongjoong enter him, his small belly resting on San's overly softened back as he pumped back and forth, sending ripples into his overfed body. San might have had all these fitness sponsorships but he had grown to a size where he was getting off better from his body humping his fat than properly being fucked and it was only skyrocketing his enjoyment.

It didn't take long for him to finish with how much his dick pressed into his underbelly as he released with a shout and panting to catch his breath while Hongjoong thrusted deep into him, clutching him by the love handles to get a better grip and reached his own ending soon after.

San lied down, flopping onto his back, watching his belly expand and eliminate the view of anything past it feeling himself grow harder again. Hongjoong admired the sight while he lied down next to him, rubbing his belly to help the younger digest after both the food and the pleasure that had just run through him.

A single question filled the air.

"Hyung, what if I put on weight intentionally?"

Insatiable for more was a good way to describe him but he liked himself getting this fat... and it would only get better if he did it on purpose.

#woosan #ateez #fics #🥵🥵🥵🥵

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OMG HOW IS IT POSSIBLE I DID NOT KNOW YOUR BLOG EARLIER??

honestly I want to make a request but I have no inspiration haha ;-;

Maybe woosan inspired by their mv bouncy ? like san in a tank top ready to fight although out of breath and wooyoung behind him encouraging him

(like something like this)

Lol idk how formulate it I hope it is clear enough for you

AHHH HI HI HI i’m so glad you’ve found my blog 🤭 i used to just make bangtan stuff but i’m multistan brain rot rn so .. LMAO

anyways here u go 😍 i had SOOO much fun making this tysm for ur request ! bouncy woosan is my roman empire so i was SO EXCITED when i saw this request lolll

#oh my GOD #woosan #ateez #fanart

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guess who's writing something because I decided to put things off by thinking of seokgyu gaining. this one is literally being written on halloween and the deadline is going to be before midnight on my time so let's see how i do!

Trick or Treat or Tempt

This is a feederism fic and features weight gain, magical weight gain, mutual gain, breaking of clothes and furniture, and smut. Don't like, don't read.

Considering they lived in an apartment, there was no reason for two grown men to properly decorate their little apartment door for Halloween. But, both Seokmin and Mingyu were just suckers for the season in general. Their door was done from top to bottom with tons of decorations that fit the scene and Mingyu couldn't help but be rather proud of his handiwork.

They both enjoyed the season differently. Seokmin was a firm enjoyer of the trick part of the age old saying. Pulling pranks was something that was never quite out of his ball park and Mingyu was a good hearted victim that didn't take anything personally. It was a good compromise and considering he could usually just giggle off the scare, Seokmin kept them rather lighthearted.

It balanced out how Mingyu focused on the treat part of the phrase. This was practically the trial run for Christmas baking season but it could have more fun decorations. Sugar cookies that were dressed like spider webs, cupcakes that looked like witch's hats were staples in their place but they never lasted all that long. It was a month long event in their apartment and it certainly made itself clear.

Mingyu looked at his beginner belly in the mirror after putting on his Spiderman costume and felt himself flush. It was not this tight when he first got it. Pulling it at the leg to stop it from digging into his much more plump ass, he couldn't help but examine the damage all the treats had done. He still worked out regularly so it wasn't as bad as it could have been but given the skintight nature of his costume, it wasn't doing any favours in shielding how much of the gain he had. He was too busy studying the chest that seemed to inflate without him realizing before Seokmin snuck up behind him placing his hands on Mingyu's belly.

"Woah, Mingyu. I didn't realize this was a Peter B. Parker costume. I thought you were trying to be the buffer one." Seokmin giggled as Mingyu flushed and tried to shoo him away. "Might want to put the sweatpants on now." There was a swift slap on Mingyu's ass that made him yelp and a little excited as he realized how much it jiggled from the touch.

"Shut up! I'm just bloated from the spider web pancakes I made earlier." Looking up and down his friend's figure as he raised an eyebrow, "Besides, I think you're looking more like a cop who retired five years ago." He pinched Seokmin's belly and it was his turn to flush.

"Hey! Cops love donuts so this is just part of the costume!" The slap to his belly struck something to Mingyu's core. He felt his mouth drying up before Seokmin asked, "Oh, can you get some more candy? Some of the parents in the apartment said their kids were bringing lots of friends to come to our door tonight. I think they, like, planned a whole route."

For so long, Mingyu wanted to be the cool house that gave boatloads of candy so he saluted playfully, "Yes, sir!" The pair giggled before Seokmin excused himself to approve of the decorations they had in the kitchen, which was code for him eating other snacks Mingyu had prepared for any kids that came today.

Slipping on the sweatpants, Mingyu looked at the way his gut protruded slightly in the mirror and flushed. There was something about this that was sitting incredibly right with him but he needed to focus on getting that candy first.

He stepped out of the apartment and was ready to head on his way but he saw their neighbour struggling to get into his apartment. There were a large amount of bags being held and the way the tall man was carrying some of them was just an accident waiting to happen. People often told Mingyu he was too nice for all that he did but that just meant he was helping people often and he didn't really see a problem with that.

It wasn't long before he was beside his neighbour's side, holding some bags. It felt a little awkward because his name slipped his mind but he knew Seokmin was friends with him. The boy with glasses looked surprised at the help but offered a small smile, "Thanks." His voice was rather deep and he dug into his pocket to get his key and unlock the door. Mingyu simply grinned like usual as he held the bags dutifully while the apartment door opened.

If he thought his apartment was decked out, his neighbour's dark almost-lair was enough to put it to shame. Mingyu's eyes sparkled as he stepped in the dark setting, nearly everything dark and even seeing something bubbling in the corner. The other man rushed over and closed a curtain on it as he smiled awkwardly, "Just... cooking something." The two had a small staredown before he said, "Ah, you can just put them in the kitchen. I think our apartment is laid out the same."

Placing the bags on the counter, Mingyu sighs as he stretches his back. He doesn't really notice the eyes lingering on him before he hears a quiet "Oh!" He notices his neighbour disappearing into a room before coming out with a container. "Here, this is something that Seokmin bought from me, could you give it to him?"

Mingyu took the test tube and looked at it confused, "Do... you sell Halloween perfumes?" He couldn't exactly tell what was going on here but it was a bright green and sealed with a cork. He really committed to aesthetics in that case, which meant Mingyu looked forward to it.

"No." The answer was plain and simple and the awkwardness filled the air after before he explained, "It's just... a mix-in for drinks. He said you'd like it." Mingyu's eyes widened. This was something for a prank. He could not believe he bought something from their neighbour to get him on Halloween... but this was the perfect opportunity to get him back. It was probably something crazy in the test tube like spicy or sour to mess with his taste buds.

"Thanks...." Mingyu hovered around the name before a deep chuckle came from the man.

"Wonwoo." They matched each other's smiles before Wonwoo added, "Oh, take this too."

Mingyu quirked an eyebrow. "Did he get something else?"

"No, this is just... a hangover cure because he told me you like to drink." Mingyu felt his heart get a little mushy considering Seokmin didn't even mention how Mingyu was notoriously someone who never got hungover. Maybe he should get to know Wonwoo a little better.

"Ah! Thanks, Wonwoo hyung! If you feel like having some candy tonight, feel free to stop by after all the kids come, we'll probably have a lot leftover." It didn't help that he was going to buy more after all but Wonwoo waved as the excited man went to the store like he originally intended, plan brewing on his mind like the cauldron decoration in Wonwoo's apartment.

-

Turning on a scary movie was enough to spend the night because they had reached the point where most of their friends were busy with work or other things to have a party. Seokmin was taking his seat hugging a pillow to protect him from any incoming jumpscares while Mingyu was in the kitchen.

He had seen plenty of Pinterest boards that gave him lots of different opinions for cocktails but more importantly, it gave him the perfect cover up since Mingyu had been making them plenty of cocktails before tonight. Taking out the green vial that Wonwoo had given him earlier, it smelled rather sweet as he blinked a couple of times. Almost nauseatingly sweet.

Originally, he was going to pour just a little bit but at that moment, someone knocked on the door and it was Seokmin's turn to give candy which made Mingyu panic and dump the whole thing in his friend's glass. Mingyu looked panicked at the test tube while he heard his friend greeting the trick-or-treaters and complimenting their costumes. Throwing away the vial in a panic, Mingyu brings the drinks into the living room and settles down, sipping his own while eyeing Seokmin's on the coffee table.

Two hands press down on his shoulders with a growl as Mingyu practically jumps out of his skin before hearing Seokmin's laugh as he settles down on the couch next to his friend. "Ah, Mingyu, you can't keep getting scared of me when this movie is supposed to be like twenty times worse!"

Mingyu eyes the screen anxiously, "It shouldn't be that bad, right?" He hides his smile with his own pillow as Seokmin takes his drink and practically drinks all of it right away. A perk of knowing his roommate always drinks beer is that he drinks all the cocktails Mingyu has been making without hesitation and today was no different.

He's practically bubbling with anticipation as he watches Seokmin for any reaction. He sees the way his eyes glaze over and he's now staring straight forward in a trance. Reaching over to his shoulder, Mingyu is trying not to be outright alarmed as he asks, "Hey, Seokmin... are you okay?"

Although, his worry quickly fades when he hears the large growl of his friend's stomach, "Aish, is that all? We just ate but there should be plenty of leftovers." Mingyu moves to get up but blinks a couple of times when his back is against the couch after being pushed. Seokmin moves wordlessly to the kitchen as he hears rustling and containers being opened.

When Mingyu follows after his daze wears off, he's shocked by the sight. Seokmin is stuffing his mouth with whatever he can get his hands on. The fried rice that they ate for dinner was being pushed into his mouth greedily and without any concern. He was drinking the sodas that they were going to bring to the friend's place next weekend, whole two liter bottles disappearing into his friend's gullet. With a loud belch, it was only then he realized that the vessel holding everything wasn't the only thing growing.

With each loud crunch or belch, Seokmin's body was bloating out in fat. The tight cop costume that he wore was already starting to creak with how much he was expanding. His gut was hanging low each time he peeked into the fridge to see what else he could stuff in his mouth and Mingyu's mouth felt dry as he looked at the other man's ass filling out his pants. He hadn't been a stranger to how nice his legs usually looked but right now, Mingyu was unable to keep himself from enjoying just how plump his thighs were becoming. Placing his hands on Seokmin's ample ass, he smacked it curiously, watching how it wobbled even as his friend continued to shove food down his mouth.

Soon enough, the kitchen was cleared of anything edible and Seokmin's gut rested on the counter heavily as he scanned the area. He didn't look at Mingyu long before he brushed passed him, Mingyu getting flustered at how turned on he was from the other man's gut moving him like nothing when he had considered himself pretty large this morning.

Mingyu watched as Seokmin tore into various boxes of candy that they had. He would have stopped him but they were already winding down at that point and any more trick-or-treaters would be sated with what they had at the door so he couldn't help but admire Seokmin's growing figure. The vest he had worn completely blew up as his body expanded with fat and the seams of his pants could no longer contain the sheer mass that he was putting on.

Moving behind his friend, Mingyu's finger snaked into the waistband, noting how the flab seemed to surge into his touch and ignite his senses as he let it snap back onto its fat owner. He should... probably fix this. He fiddled around with his pockets until he found the other vial that Wonwoo had given him.

The first thought was that if Wonwoo had given Seokmin this, he would have been in this situation and the thought only made him feel a little more hot and he should probably directly ask what Wonwoo did for a living but the second thought was that he would have given Seokmin a way to solve this.

Taking him to the couch, Seokmin looked angry when he couldn't have more to eat and looked at Mingyu who held the vial. The couch creaked as they sat down. "If you drink this, you can have more food." The fat man snatched it and drank it obediently as a large burp left him and focus returned to his eyes.

"Mingyu? What ha-" Another belch left him as his hands reached the sides of his belly that he could actually hold now. "Wha- When did this?" Mingyu couldn't help his laughter as he looked at his friend now that he was conscious and no longer a mindless eating machine.

"Oh! I got you so good this time! My trick outdoes any of yours! I was a little scared at first but now that you're fine, I can enjoy it!" He watched as Seokmin played with his fat, trying to process how much he had put on.

"You picked up my prank from Wonwoo hyung!" Mingyu shrugged playfully before there was an eerie pause. "Did he tell you what the other vial does?"

Mingyu looked simply at Seokmin as he shook his head before he heard a snap. Almost instantly the fat seemed to melt off of Seokmin and Mingyu pouted before a burp bubbled up in his mouth. Rubbing his stomach, he realized what was happening as he felt it expanding and spilling in his grip.

"It lets me transfer the weight anywhere I want! I was going to give to you in case you wanted revenge since you're always a good sport but I think this time, you deserve it more than ever." Mingyu was distracted with his expanding girth, stretching his spider man suit so far that it was near transparent where it tried to cover his massive gut. His tits had grown so plump that they needed to rest on his gut for support as the couch creaked as the weigh that disappeared was suddenly coming back.

He was getting excited and his erection was pushing up underneath his gut as he whimpered. "What's wrong, Mingyu? This is just what happens when you keep treating yourself." A slap to his belly made it wobble as he continued to whimper. Looking at Seokmin showed him that his friend was in a similar state as he started to fondle whatever fat part of Mingyu he could reach. "Your tits don't even fit in my hands, Mingyu." His fingers played with his nipples as he squeezed the body part as Mingyu continued to grow to the size Seokmin was just at.

Leaning back onto the couch, Seokmin found himself on top of Mingyu's gut as he chuckled, "I had a feeling you liked how big you were getting so this was going to be a little thank you for how nice you've been during the month." Mingyu moaned when he felt Seokmin move his hips forward into his gut, his erection pressing into Mingyu's belly as he moved his hips up into his gut, trying to get himself off with the friction. "Do you know what else this potion can do since I didn't think you'd want all the weight to go?"

Mingyu's eyes nearly popped out of his head when Seokmin's body began to expand again, filling out just like it had moments ago. "I can just change weights whenever I want now and you seem to like when both of us are big." Pressing his gut into Mingyu's erection got a needy cry out of him as he begged, "Seokmin, please I want..."

"I know. You always want more." Mingyu made an effort to turn over, trying to control his breathing at how hot he felt from his gut hanging down while bending on all fours, his costume ripping for easy access for his friend. Seokmin had reached in the side table next to the couch for lube since neither of them were all that classy when it came to hookups with people they brought over but never each other... until now.

Coating his finger in lube, Mingyu moaned at the chubby digits that were stretching him out as he heard his costume tear more in a combination from how fat he was now and all the movement happening due to Seokmin's touch. Mingyu tried not to curl in on himself when he felt Seokmin enter and rest his gut on his back, panting as he caught his breath.

"Maneuvering all this is going to be hard..." Seokmin muttered to himself as his belly moved up and down Mingyu's back as he thrust into him with as much effort as he could. The couch groaned from the two fat men going at it as Mingyu felt his hanging gut wobble each time Seokmin's hips met his plump ass. Seokmin's gut weighed down heavily on his back and only helped provide more friction with his own gut and his erection.

They reached their climax as the couch reached its limit, completely collapsing. Seokmin was still inside of Mingyu while he finished and the combined weight of Seokmin on top of him and his own obese body was enough to make him finish. He felt himself recovering as Seokmin patted Mingyu's belly, making him twitch.

Seokmin rose to stand before the door opened as Wonwoo peeked his head in, "I take it the potions worked well?" He walked into the living room nonchalantly, admiring the broken furniture as he placed a hand on Seokmin's belly who proudly pushed it out before looking at Mingyu.

Mingyu looked dazed as he sat, hand resting on his belly as Wonwoo smiled, "Glad to see you enjoyed it. Let me know if you ever need any more potions, Mingyu."

Halloween was known as a spooky holiday but in this case, Mingyu wouldn't mind celebrating it more often if it ended like this.

#fics #svt #seokgyu #OH

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i wanna see a nomin fic 👀 surprise me basically mwehehehe

ever since their little puppy play messages showed up on my tl, they've been like rotting my brain and i feel like at this stage, i'm like allergic to doing something that doesn't have mutual gain because it ticks like every box for me.

Waddle You Home

This is a feederism fic and features weight gain, mutual gain, breaking of clothes, stuckage, and smut. Don't like, don't read.

"C'mon, I'm sick of seeing you moping around the apartment whenever I go to hang out with Haechan!" Mark whined as Jeno flopped over on the couch.

"No, it's fine. I'm used to this sort of betrayal at this point." He spoke it so flatly that it was hard to take it seriously but his smile consumed all his features when he felt a sweater land on his head, the act of rebellion from his roommate as he laughed, "It's fine. You guys go have fun... I'll just order some food or something." He opened his phone to scroll, browsing potential places before looking up at Mark who was now hovering over him.

"Again?" Mark scratched his head as he looked at the door, "Bud, I know you're sad but you know that, food doesn't fill in the gaps of your heart right?" A good natured pat to Jeno's stomach, which didn't feel as firm as it used to as his face warmed slightly.

"Yeah, I know that?" Jeno replied as coolly as he could when Mark shrugs and walks away, seemingly satisfied with the answer as he walked out the door to text Haechan that he was on his way. The sound of the locks clicking shut made Jeno sit up as he processed what just happened.

He didn't think it would become noticeable that fast.

Jeno might have started the season heartbroken after a long requited crush fizzled out with no chance after he had gotten with someone else but it was quickly resolved when he met someone on a dating website. He knew there was a quickly eroding stigma with meeting people this way however, this wasn't the average dating site.

It was a site for those with a feederism fetish to meet and interact with one another. He had always been aware of his desire to make a guy grow as well as a quieter desire to grow himself so he lurked on there for a good amount of time, using the photos guys uploaded of their growing bodies as fuel during the lonelier months. He wasn't a completely blank profile, opting to upload shots of his toned body and a face photo in private in case he talked to someone.

The last thing he expected to find was someone who he could connect to but people met their matches in the most peculiar ways. Jaemin was someone on the app who had grown in popularity and waistline lately and Jeno couldn't remember whether he had messaged first or Jaemin did. The close proximity they lived to each other made it feel close enough that it didn't feel like it was on a place like this and the same age made them connect instantly.

From what Jeno learned, Jaemin was a student that was graduating soon and in the haze of his last year, had put a clean sixty pounds on his figure, adding a nice gut on top of arms that looked like they could choke someone out. Basically, Jeno was always losing it when he uploaded a photo and they started talking about how the gain had snuck up on Jaemin and slowly he learned that Jaemin was someone who could put his influence on anyone he spoke to... that or Jeno was incredibly attracted to him and was willing to do what he wanted to make him happy.

The conversations that they shared slowly became more than just the kink that they shared but as they continued to nurture a mutual understanding of the other, they realized how comfortable they were with the other. With Jaemin, he wanted something that could be a little more than typical feedist relationship and with Jeno, how he wanted to gain himself as well as try out being someone's puppy, which excited Jaemin as much as it did him.

His phone buzzed as he looked at what Jaemin had texted him. They swapped off of the in-app messenger and started to use their phone numbers which was making everything feel all too real now that he was registered as a contact in the other man's phone.

'he said all that???? lololol i mean it makes sense you've been eating like a fat ass lately so it was only a matter of time before it showed.'

Jeno felt his face flush while he watched the three dots bounce up and down.

'besides, i told you that i wanted a big dog and you're just catching up to me. i'm a big guy now so it wouldn't make sense to have a small dog.'

Licking his lips, he typed out his reply as he felt himself growing excited,

'mhm'

'c'mon, i don't like that response lolol you can do better samoyed'

'woof woof'

Jeno sees the speech bubble pop a couple of times as he deduces Jaemin's trying to think of a reply but is too flustered to keep his cool. Lifting his sweater, Jeno looks at his stomach again. It's no wonder Mark was noticing it more. It was bulging upwards even when he lied down. His pants were squeezing him as they showed off his love handles more and they were starting to grow more tight around his thighs. His bulge wasn't making it any less tight as he snapped a photo and sent it to Jaemin, pushing out his stomach more so that he looked bigger.

'mmm?'

He could tell Jaemin was probably jerking off to the photo as it wasn't until he was chowing down on the burgers that he ordered when he responded,

'you put on that weight faster than i thought. it's going to make that first meeting happen even sooner.'

Originally, they planned to meet somewhere in a couple of months... but the original goal was to see how much damage Jeno was going to do to his waistline in that time before they met. However, at the rate that Jeno has been expanding, they were going to meet pretty soon. He just had a knack for getting fatter apparently. As the multiple burgers in his order made their way into his gut, he burped and rubbed his bloated belly.

Maybe he wanted to meet him sooner and that's why his body was doing its everything in fattening him up faster and he couldn't say that he disliked the feeling.

-

It wasn't a farfetched statement to say that starting to talk to Jaemin was something that changed Jeno's life for the better. He had spent month after month pining for guys that weren't looking his way, consistently upset with his body despite being in peak physical condition year round and just overall unhappy with himself.

Coming to terms with his struggling in the dating pool and unconventional fetish of being into helping guys put on weight was something that was difficult for a gay man of this era so he had resigned all hope to just ignoring the part that makes him tick. Seeing guys put on weight and just generally lose their figure to gluttony.

Jeno had fully resigned to not ever indulging this side of his habits and living vicariously through pleasuring himself while seeing what gainers across the world were doing to themselves. But, everything switched when he got a message from Jaemin on the website that they were on.

He was the type to fall hard and fast and maybe that's why he was influenced by Jaemin's words so easily.

"you call that a meal? jeno you're such a big guy i'm sure you can handle more food than that."

"you said you were still hungry so what's stopping you from getting another combo... or three."

"that's what i thought... until i broke my pants earlier this week. i think you'll be on that path soon too. more like a pig than a dog now."

It was one thing to picture helping a guy get fatter through his own help but Jaemin was doing it so effortlessly, not realizing the impact that he was having on Jeno who was so eager to listen to the requests. Within the past couple of months, he could hardly remember the nights where he didn't go to sleep stuffed to the brim, rubbing his gut and seeing Jaemin's encouraging messages.

It's not like Jeno was putting on the weight alone. Some messages were shot the other way and he knew that Jaemin was always caught off guard when Jeno bit back in the way that he usually did.

"you said you'd leave treats for me but here you are so stuffed you can't even get up? who's the pig here?"

"jaemin, you'd think you'd wear things that fit but you keep busting your buttons just about every week. how long until your chair is next?"

"it makes sense your arms are so buff considering how much fat you have to lift when you touch yourself, jaeminnie."

Swinging out of left field was enough to get Jaemin to lose his mind with Jeno, taking more time to reply and he was familiarized with the idea of knowing Jaemin was getting off on the messages.

They had fallen into a fattening sync with each other and it was no wonder their growth photos had accelerated since they started talking. Jeno was more than eager to catch up to Jaemin's growth and with his desire to be his fat lap dog, it wasn't going to be hard to do so.

-

The day of their promised meeting finally arrived as Jeno pulled up to his apartment complex, more nervous than anything else. It was going without saying that the feelings that he had for Jaemin weren't something that were just in the feederism bubble.

He loved the fact that he had grown to this size. Being conscious of how his gut bounced with each step that he took. Choosing to take the stairs as he had to adjust to how much his thighs rubbed while he took a step up and how much weight was weighing him down. A simple stair climb that would have taken him about five minutes a couple months ago was now taking more than ten as he made his way up.

But, the feelings he had for Jaemin ran a lot deeper than just this feeling of wanting to grow under his hand. He wanted to be with him as a lover. They've already shared so much about themselves. Their insecurities. Their fears. What they aspire to do in life. It just so happened they connected through their mutual kink and mutual desire to help the other grow.

"the doors open when you get here."

Jeno caught his breath once he arrived at Jaemin's floor, already a little excited from the exertion that got him to this point before he ended up in front of the door. Twisting the knob revealed the empty walkway before he saw the man who was responsible for his physique move his way into view, his gut leading the way as he smiled.

"There's my puppy." Jeno couldn't help but jog over, reveling in the way his fat bounced and seeing the look on Jaemin's face that told him that he was doing the same. It felt better to be hugged by those strong arms he grew to adore than just admire them online but they were a lot softer than he once would have guessed.

Their bellies kissing made it difficult for the hug to be proper, fat melding into the other as Jaemin looked a little meek. "Ah, is it bad that I wanted to do things a little more properly... but right now, I don't think I can get just enough with a hug?"

Jeno felt his heart swell before he moaned as he felt Jaemin's hands wander his fat body, "You're even bigger than I thought you'd be. I can't believe I helped put all this on and I'm just getting to feel it now."

There's a cocky smile on Jeno's face, "Of course. I got this fat just for you and you're the one that spoiled me to this size." He fondled Jaemin's chest which got a surprise gasp from the man, "It's not like you're that small yourself though, huh, Jaeminnie."

They're so intertwined with each other that Jeno can feel the way that his words send a chill through Jaemin's spine as he smiles, "Some mouth on this dog. Maybe we'll have to see how many treats it'll take to make you nice and obedient."

In a whirlwind of kisses and exploring the vast bodies they had worked up, they end up in Jaemin's kitchen. Jeno hops on the counter after a few attempts, his belly spilling into his lap as he spreads his legs where Jaemin moves in closer, their bellies pressing into each other once again.

A small little peck, full of more endearment than lust is enough to make Jeno feel like he's just a lovestruck puppy before Jaemin opens the fridge and pulls out some cartons of heavy cream. Raising the spout to his lips, Jeno drinks eagerly, his hands on his belly as he feels himself inflate with each eager gulp.

The praises that Jaemin sings to him with each carton is enough to make him break any record that he once had with how much he could drink, feeling so full that he might burst. He burps before gasping as Jaemin moves his belly up, rubbing his crotch.

"I have to pet everywhere I can on my puppy after all. Belly rubs for a good boy." Thanks to how bloated he felt, the outward pressure of Jaemin's firm hands was coaxing more burps out of him and only adding to the pleasure that he felt like he was drowning in. His hand teased the fat pad, brushing it and running it over Jeno's length.

"You always look amazing but I think I love seeing you in this much pleasure, puppy." Jeno's eyes open wide at the revelation and Jaemin can't help but look a little embarrassed at the reaction. "Just... forget I said that."

"Say it again." Jeno hopped off the counter, wincing at how his belly moved at the sudden feeling before he wrapped his arm around Jaemin's fat waist, feeling his arm blending into fat as he looked at him with a smile so wide.

They seemed to just get each other perfectly as Jaemin repeated, "I love you."

Their lips crashed into each other as Jeno's hand snuck into Jaemin's pants after feeling the other man rut his erection into him. He pulled away with a smile, "Jaemin, do you really have nothing that fits because how did you burst your pants when I didn't even feed you yet?"

"I was just that excited to see you." Jeno chuckles before he hears Jaemin add, "And maybe I had a little panic meal before you got here."

He didn't expect to find something as perfect as this online but he wasn't going to complain and given how Jaemin's gut seemed to hunger for more, he knew that he was going to feel the exact same way about it.

#nct #nomin #fics #:0 i loved this

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hi 🥹

#long time no see

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What if I was sitting in your lap while you were spoon feeding me a creamy pasta alfredo? You pretend to be surprised when your hand is sliding under my shirt, finding its way to my growing paunch, giving it a teasing squeeze. 

”Oh what do we have here dear? This wasnt here before”

 I pant that I need to stop, that I’m getting too big. Yet, after every spoonful you push between my lips, I can’t help but moan. 

”You’re getting heavy dear” you purr in my ear. ”I think we might need to put you on a diet. A few laps on the treadmill wouldn’t hurt”

You pinch my bellyroll, a bit harder than I had anticipated, I gasp and wince.

#ok but listen. seoksoon. feedee hoshi.

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hey :) i know i’ve been off for a couple of weeks but i still log in from time to time to peek what you guys are up to! 👀

there’s a request in my inbox that i really want to give it a try but i can’t promise to answer so soon. i can promise i’ll do fill out, though, eventually…

thoughts that have been on my mind: chubby vernon!!!!!! pls give me more of that!!!!!!!!

#cher blurbs

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hi there! if you’re still taking fic requests i’d like a verkwan fic where both of them are oblivious to their own weight gain while being enamored with how chubby the other person is getting, like they’re so obsessed with each other they don’t even realize the changes they’re going through. idk if this prompt made that much sense 😅 anyways thank you!!!

Don't worry, that totally made sense! I hope you like this!

Ship: Verkwan

Word count: 1k

Vernon looks at Seungkwan across the dinner table. His cheeks have definitely filled out in the last few weeks, he notes. Vernon likes it. It makes his smile cuter and means he's been eating well. Seungkwan should always eat well.

When they get up to clear the table, Vernon notices that Seungkwan's butt is looking bigger too. His butt is one of Vernon's favourite features, so he naturally pays a lot of attention to it. And yes, it is definitely bigger.

Vernon gives it a good squeeze as he walks past Seungkwan. Yup, it feels bigger too. But this causes Seungkwan to jump and whirl around.

"Don't be a perv!" he says.

"Sorry Kwan, I can't help it," he says with a shrug. "Your butt is too tempting."

Seungkwan scoffs, but smiles.

As Vernon washes the dishes, Seungkwan studies him. His belly is pressing slightly against the edge of the counter. Seungkwan is pretty sure that that's never happened before.

Seungkwan likes it. It means Vernon enjoyed the food that he'd made.

Seungkwan gives Vernon a back hug. Vernon feels softer too, a layer of softness on his shoulders that Seungkwan rests his head on.

A few weeks later, as Vernon is pulling his clothes on, Seungkwan notices his belly again. They hadn't eaten for the last couple of hours, but Vernon's belly was still slightly distended from his body. It's a small pot belly that looks impossibly soft and Seungkwan can't help but find it adorable.

Seungkwan knows that this means the belly is now a permanent fixture on Vernon's body, no longer dependant on whether he'd eaten or not.

He looks good; really good.

As they sit next to each other on the small loveseat at their friend's house, Vernon notices that Seungkwan's leg is pushing into him a lot more than usual. As he glances into Seungkwan's lap, he works out the reason. His thighs, which have always been soft, have grown. The extra fat on them is causing Seungkwan to spread his legs more to make room for them.

Vernon wonders if Seungkwan has even noticed. He doesn't think he has. Vernon wants to drool; Seungkwan's thighs look delectable.

Vernon's belly continues to grow. It starts to almost strain against the white t-shirts Vernon likes to wear and his hoodies no longer drape off him. Instead, his belly pushes them outwards slightly, allowing anyone to see that Vernon has gained weight.

Seungkwan watches him get changed in the morning with a renewed interest, wanting to take in every aspect of his changing body.

Seungkwan's chest has started to puff up, developing small moobs. Vernon loves them, lavishing them with attention every time they sleep together. It doesn't help that his nipples are also way more sensitive, and just the slightest brush from Vernon's fingers turn Seungkwan into a whining mess.

Vernon likes these. He wonders if Seungkwan will get even more sensitive as his chest grows bigger.

Vernon reaches up into the top of the pantry to grab something for Seungkwan. As his arms go up, his t-shirt rises to expose the smooth skin of his growing belly. It's so cute. Seungkwan wants to ravish it with attention.

But now, when Vernon lowers his arms, the t-shirt stays ridden up. His underbelly is still right there. Seungkwan stares at it, before gently tugging Vernons' t-shirt back down and giving him a pat on the hip.

Vernon passes him the packet of cookies. "Thank you baby," Seungkwan says.

When Seungkwan sits on the couch, he lets out a soft "oof" sound. Seungkwan used to always be so graceful, so just plopping down like this is slightly out of character.

He must be getting too big to lower himself down, Vernon thinks. The idea of Seungkwan losing control in that way excites him. He pushes Seungkwan down so he's lying on the couch and hovers over him.

"You're so hot," he says. Seungkwan grins up at him.

Vernon's belly keeps growing, until now his favourite pyjama shirt leaves a sliver of skin on display, no matter what.

Vernon has grown and grown, and Seungkwan thinks he's so sexy. His hands are on Vernon whenever he can, and he's been making bigger and bigger meals to help Vernon stay like this. He would feel a little bad, but Vernon has been in a great mood for the last few months, so Seungkwan doesn't. Vernon is happy, that's all that matters.

Seungkwan's butt gets bigger and rounder, and now it's almost straining against his favourite jeans. His chest has grown more too, and now there's a soft layer of pudge on his stomach to match.

He looks soft and squishy all over. Vernon loves him. Seungkwan looks content and happy and incredibly hot.

Vernon has been helping a little, bringing home sugary treats every few days, just to see the way Seungkwan smiles both when he receives them and when he eats them.

Vernon likes being able to do this for him. Seungkwan deserves to be pampered.

"Let's go to bed, big boy," Seungkwan says one evening.

"Big boy?" Vernon asks.

Seungkwan smirks at him. Surely, he's noticed. Seungkwan crawls over to sit in his lap and gives his belly a gentle smack. It jiggles slightly. "I'm talking about this," he says.

Vernon looks down at his belly and frowns.

Seungkwan reaches over and pulls up his shirt until it's resting on the top of his belly, and takes it in each hand to give it a squeeze. "You've been getting bigger," Seungkwan says. "I love it."

"I hadn't even noticed," Vernon says. "I was too focused on you."

"Me!?"

"Yes! You must've noticed this," he says as he takes two handfuls of Seungkwan's butt. "You can barely fit in your jeans anymore."

Seungkwan goes bright red. "Is this why you've been obsessed with my butt lately?"

"You're addicting, Kwan," Vernon says. "Also these," he says, tracing over Seungkwan's nipples, and Seungkwan whines, shocking himself. "And these." He reaches down to take Seungkwan's lovehandles in his hands. "You look incredible."

Seungkwan brings his face closer to Vernon's. "So," he says in a low voice, "if I like the way you look and you like the way I look, why don't we keep doing this? I wanna see you get even bigger."

Vernon squishes Seungkwan's chubby cheeks between his hands, causing Seungkwan to make a pouty face. He kisses him softly. "I could get behind that."

#verkwan #fics #<33 #cuties

[softievante]

Seventeenth Heaven

Warning: This is a feederism fic, involving weight gain and feeding kinks. Don’t like, don’t read.

Summary: Angels Hansol and Seungkwan accidentally find themselves giving into sin as Hansol loves to eat, and Seungkwan loves to see Hansol happy.

A/N: Idk 2.6k verkwan fic, this all started because I was like ahaha seventeenth heaven that’d be a fun angel au fic and then it turned into this. Anyways, I have an interest in going back to this au maybe, might expand on it in the future, but for right now, I hope yall like the fic :)

Seungkwan looked at Hansol and he couldn’t help but want more. He tried to control it, they may be husbands, but they were still angels. Still, he wanted a claim larger than just their marriage, more than their proclaimed status as soulmates, he wanted people to see them together and know that they were undeniably, irrefutably made for each other.

They both had their assigned roles, Seungkwan worked as a baker, while Hansol was a harpist. Hansol would practice for several hours a week with the other instrumentalists and vocalists, before performing for the rest of the angels on Sundays. Hansol enjoyed making his music.

Then there was Seungkwan, he enjoyed his role as a baker, liked the idle chat with the others as they’d make the bread that would get used for breakfast, and the dessert that would only be served once a day. Seungkwan knew it was wrong to be prideful, but everyday when it was time to slice the cooked bread so the other chef angels could make sandwiches, he’d smirk in pride as the loaves he’d made always got complimented more than the others as he was the only one who could always achieve the perfect golden brown color, with the others being just a touch under or over baked.

Truthfully though, his real source of pride was Hansol, his lovely husband who operated in extremes of either having incredibly over the top or muted reactions. He saw the way his Hansol had such a sweet tooth, and would always be so delighted when they were allowed their one daily indulgence of a dessert. Today, he knew he’d be making sugar cookies. On the tray, they’d all be made to be the exact same size, perfect circles barely two inches in diameter. But, as he was shaping them all, he couldn’t help himself, he’d made one cookie larger, hardly that much bigger, yet he could already picture the way Hansol’s face would brighten by getting a bit more of the cookie than normal.

That evening, he was proven right as Hansol’s smile widened and his eyes looked absolutely delighted from just having that little bit more than everyone else. It was then that Seungkwan sealed both of their fates, as he wanted Hansol to always live in abundance.

He’d slip just a bit extra onto Hansol’s plate, and would swipe some cookies to take to their home. The changes weren’t obvious to anyone as their robes prevented them from really seeing any part of their body, but Seungkwan had noticed the way Hansol’s cheeks had gotten chubbier and now dimpled when he smiled.

Seungkwan was so in love.

The other issue was that although they were married, they still had to sleep through a sheet, and wear their nighttime robes, which while a bit closer to the body than the daytime ones, still only gave Seungkwan a vague outline of Hansol’s body. He wanted more, he just knew that the robe was hiding delicious curves from view, and he wanted to see. He wanted to touch. He shook himself out of it, knowing that his improper thoughts could only lead to sin.

That night, as he lay besides Hansol in bed, he couldn’t sleep as his thoughts consumed him. Just as he had finally relaxed his mind enough, he felt Hansol shaking him awake.

“Kwannie, are you awake?”

Seungkwan yawned as he looked up at Hansol, “Yeah, what is it? Did something happen?”

In the faint candlelight, he could see the hint of a blush on Hansol’s cheeks.

“No, I’m just hungry and I really want your cupcakes.”

Seungkwan stood up from the bed, “Ok, let’s go get you some cupcakes.”

Hansol smiles, and with that they grab each other’s hands and sneak off to the communal kitchen.

Hansol’s eyes widened, shocked at the size of the building as he’d never entered before, and Seungkwan laughs at his expression.

“Come on, don’t you want your treats?”

Hansol pauses, “Are you sure about this? What if we get in trouble?”

Seungkwan grabbed his hand, “Don’t worry about it, it’ll be fine as long as we’re together.”

Hansol nodded, and with that Seungkwan got the ingredients out and began to make cupcakes.

It was fun baking with Hansol, he had tried to help at first, before nearly covering his robes in cocoa powder and looking pitifully at Seungkwan who just laughed.

Seungkwan continued making the cupcakes, while Hansol pulled a chair up to the kitchen island and was just sitting there, staring blankly at him. He hadn’t really paid him any attention as Hansol was prone to zoning out, until Hansol began talking.

“You look so cute when you’re baking.”

Seungkwan laughed, “Is this your attempt at flattery, Mr. Chwe?”

Hansol frowned, “No, you’re always cute,” he paused, “But, if my flattery worked, can I eat the icing while the cupcakes are baking?”

Seungkwan put a spoon in the bowl of icing and handed it to Hansol, “Fine, here.”

He kissed Hansol on the cheek, “You’re becoming such a glutton baby, you have such a big sweet tooth.”

Hansol flushed, “I know, I just love all the food you bake so much.”

Hansol grabbed a big spoonful of icing and eagerly ate it, moaning at the taste. Seungkwan felt a tingle go down his spine. He had never heard Hansol make a sound like that before and it excited him, he wanted to hear it again.

“Hey, don’t eat all the icing, I need some for the cupcakes once they’re done.”

Hansol ate another spoonful, “Can’t you just make more icing?”

Seungkwan sighed as he looked first at Hansol, then at the butter and powdered sugar, then back at Hansol. He grumbled under his breath as he began mixing to make more icing.

“It’s amazing you’re not chubby with all that you’ve eaten.”

“Oh I am.”

This made Seungkwan pause, “What do you mean?”

Hansol shuffled awkwardly, putting his spoon down.

“I mean, I have gained weight. I have a lot of fat,” he coughed, “fat on my tummy,” he finished his sentence averting his eyes from Seungkwan, folding his arms around himself.

Seungkwan’s mouth suddenly felt dry.

“Show me.”

Hansol startled, “Wait, what?”

Seungkwan moved forward, “I want to see your belly.”

Hansol audibly gulped, his face bright red, “Uh, ok I guess.”

Hansol played with the hem of his robes for awhile before changing his plans, and instead grabbing the extra fabric around his midsection, and pulled it tight, so instead of the shapeless silhouette they normally gave, Seungkwan could make out the rolls that had formed, and the deep indent of his belly button.

“Oh Hansollie, you’re so pretty.”

Just as Seungkwan was reaching out his hand, ready to touch Hansol's belly, the timer for the cupcakes went off. He stepped aside, and took them out, setting them to cool.

“Why aren’t you icing them now?”

“I have to wait for them to cool or the icing will melt off.”

“Or you could hand me the bowl of icing and I could eat spoonfuls of it with the cupcakes.”

“You know patience is supposed to be one of our virtues right?”

Hansol pouted, “I already waited for them to be made, why can’t I have them now?”

Seungkwan had taken the cupcakes out of their tray, still hot but tolerably hot, and gave them to Hansol.

“Alright, fine, here.”

Hansol beamed, eagerly eating cupcake after cupcake, with the spoonfuls of icing as they were still too hot. He let out moans, and rubbed at his belly through the robes.

“I’m surprised you’re not full.”

“Oh, I am.”

Seungkwan looked at him, confused, “Then why do you keep eating?”

“Because you made them. I only got this big eating the food you made.” Hansol paused to eat another cupcake, “It’s nice, like a constant reminder of your love that’s always with me.”

Seungkwan watched Hansol intensely, taking him in with the steadily dwindling plate of cupcakes, his mouth covered in icing, and he just couldn’t take it anymore. He walked over to Hansol, and bent down to kiss him.

As their kisses grew more passionate, Seungkwan lowered his hands to grope at Hansol’s belly, loving the feeling of his jiggly body, even if it was obstructed by the fabric.

Of course, things couldn’t go that well. They were broken apart as alarms had started to go off. They panicked, Seungkwan trying to help Hansol stand as he was now achingly full, only to suddenly be met with Joshua.

“How dare you two defile a public space! Filling our communal kitchen with your lust and greed.”

Seungkwan and Hansol had clung to each other as they were chastised.

“Please forgive us Joshua. We promise we won’t do it again.”

Joshua scoffed, “You were so lost in sin you haven’t even realized you’re already changing. The alarms went off because demons were in our space. Just look at yourselves.”

They both gasped, their previous white wings now black, their halos gone and with little nubs on their foreheads that would be full horns soon enough.

“Come along now, no point delaying the inevitable.”

They timidly followed Joshua, keeping their hands glued together as they walked.

Finally, they arrived at the gates. Joshua stood behind them and pushed them forward.

A man appeared before the gate, he had long blond hair, and smirked upon seeing Joshua.

“Hello Joshuji, I see you’ve brought a new pair of soulmates to me.”

“Yes, and?”

“And, I’m saying that it seems like every pair of soulmates finds their way down here.”

Joshua rolled his eyes, “That’s coincidental, not correlated. Anyway, these two are your problem now,” he swiftly says as he walks away.

Seungkwan and Hansol see Jeonghan’s smirk drop as he sadly watches Joshua leave until he finally fades from view.

“Alright well let’s get you two situated.”

Jeonghan scans the two of them over, “Oh gluttony and lust demons, that’s such a lovely match.”

The both of them stammer as they try to defend themselves, but Jeonghan shushes them both.

“Ok you literally were brought here because one of you ate too many cupcakes, and the other got turned on watching that happen. This is by far one of the tamest turnings I’ve had to deal with. Chill.”

Both Seungkwan and Hansol shuffle apart awkwardly, their faces crimson. Jeonghan continues to type away on a computer, registering them for something.

Suddenly he stops, before staring at them, “Wait, I completely forgot. Those robes won’t suit you anymore.”

Jeonghan snaps his fingers, and their outfits change before their eyes. Seungkwan finds himself in a red mini skirt with fishnet stockings underneath. Then, the shirt he’s wearing is a skin tight turtleneck that has a boob window, making Seungkwan feel odd at the garments strange lack of modesty. Especially as he’s also wearing a bra underneath that does give him some semblance of cleavage.

Of course then Seungkwan turns to Hansol, and his jaw drops. The change in clothes makes Seungkwan really confront just how big he’s made him. Hansol is wearing a crop top, the tiny shirt making his belly look even bigger. He’s wearing shorts that are so tight around his thighs they look like they’re exploding out of the fabric. Seungkwan licks his lips, he can’t believe that this is what was hiding underneath his robes this entire time. Hansol seems to be surprised by this too, jiggling his belly, uncaring that he’s still in public. Seungkwan has never been more attracted to him in his life.

They got shaken out of their reverie by Jeonghan.

“Alright, here are the keys to your new place.”

Seungkwan had grabbed them, and asked, “So what are our tasks here?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean we had jobs as angels, what is expected of us here?”

“As a gluttony and lust demons, I imagine a lot of feeding and fucking each other,” Jeonghan smiled at seeing them still so unused to such vulgarity, “But seriously both of you are low level demons now. You’ll get some time to settle and enjoy your soulmate bond, then you’ll get training to control your demon magic.” Jeonghan shrugs, “Maybe after that, you’ll be summoned by humans, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll reject your natures and be like other wrath, pride, and envy demons and take jobs in bureaucracy, maybe you won’t.”

Hansol looked quizzically at Jeonghan, “Wait, so what kind of demon are you?”

Jeonghan exhaled sharply, “I’m a lust demon.”

“Wait then why are you-”

“Ok that’s enough questions, bye now.”

And with that, Hansol and Seungkwan found themselves kicked out of the offices they’d just been in and transported to a house.

The house stood foreboding before them, they couldn’t believe this was meant for just the two of them. Seungkwan’s hands shook as he entered the key into the lock, the door opening with a soft click.

While Hansol had gone straight to their kitchen, Seungkwan had explored. The dining table seemed very wide and sturdy, he wondered how he’d convince Hansol to fuck him on that, being trapped against the hard table on his stomach while feeling Hansol’s belly on his back as he thrusted into him. Every piece of furniture had been catalogued like that in his mind, imagining the best positions for him and Hansol to be in, imagining a future, even fatter Hansol. He was about to enter their bedroom, before he had heard a loud groan coming from the kitchen.

Assuming the worst, Seungkwan quickly rushed to the kitchen, expecting to see Hansol in pain, but what he saw was far better.

Hansol was sitting on the floor beside the refrigerator, three cartons of ice cream on the floor around him, a fourth in his hands.

Hamsol hiccupped, “Di-did you know our refrigerator is magic?”

“Oh is it really? Is that why you’re surrounded by ice cream cartons?”

“Yeah, it automatically refills whenever I take something out.”

Seungkwan peaked into the freezer, and true to Hansol’s words, it was still packed full, looking untouched despite the clear evidence to the contrary.

“C-can you help me up?”

“You can’t get up yourself?”

“No, I tried but couldn’t after the third carton. So I grabbed the fourth carton as I waited for you,” he finished with a pout.

Seungkwan reached out his hands, and helped pull Hansol up, delighting in how heavy his body felt. Once Hansol had stood up completely, Seungkwan led them both back to their bedroom.

There was a bed that took up nearly the entire room, reaching from wall to wall, and Seungkwan could feel the excitement tingling up his spine. Beside him, Hansol seemed nervous.

“What’s wrong Sollie?”

“Nothing, I'm just scared about our first time.”

Seungkwan frowned, “Hey, baby it’s ok. We have all the time in the world to build up to that. Tonight we can just cuddle.”

Hansol sighed, relieved. They were hesitant around each other, unsure of what was considered appropriate sleepwear after only wearing robes. They had both agreed on sleeping shirtless, yet with shorts, and had changed in separate rooms.

Seungkwan tried to curb his disappointment at seeing Hansol strip, but he calmed himself knowing that they were still building up to that and that they’d get there in due time. Still, it was hard to be too disappointed when he got to see Hansol’s belly on full display, plus the small set of moobs that were developing that he couldn’t wait to see grow even larger.

They both laid on the bed and as Hansol succumbed to his food coma, Seungkwan rested his head on Hansol’s belly, and whispered, “Maybe this is our heaven.”

#verkwan #fics #svt #yesyesyes oh my god