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emilio-the-dumb-wrestler · 1 year

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“Confirm final changes: When it’s 9:00 pm tonight …”.

This was the final change that I would be making while in Derek’s body. This all started about a week ago when Derek said he found a way to swap our bodies. We had always played around with the idea in txting back and forth but when he said he finally found a way for it happen I couldn’t beleive him. Of course I wanted to swap bodies. Derek had a body I could only dream of getting. And even though he was built like a Greek god he still played around with the idea of us swapping. His reasoning was “it’s not always fun and games. I have to work out all the time. And watch my diet. It would be nice to not have to worry about that for a little while”. Granted I wasn’t fat by any means but I did have a small pudge on my belly. And honestly I understood him. We could be ordering food and I would get cheese burgers while he was eating a strict diet of rice and chicken.

Derek shared the site with me andni created my profile. Creating an avatar that looked just like me. Then the message from Derek popped across my computer screen. “Ok I have everything set up on my side. All you have yo do is click accept when I open the change chat.” A link displayed in the message. Opening the change forum on the site. In here rules were set. The length of the body swap. What was allowed during the swap and so forth. I agree to the terms that Derek set out. And when I clicked accept it was as if my soul was ripped from my body and I was floating. I was flying through the air and suddenly I seen Derek. In a ghostly form like me. Saving as we passed.

"alright jason. Its done. You get to be for a bit while i get to sit back and relax! and make sure you take care of my body for me !!" with that he ended the chat and i was left there in this big muscular body.

i closed the site and was shocked that this actually worked. I ran to the bathroom to get a better look at what I was dealing with.

He must have just finished working out. I was covered in hot sticky sweat ! Abs I smelt like I needed a shower. I wasnt used to occupying so much space either. Derek was huge ! I looked down and realized that i would have to get used to walking about in his clownish sized feet. Peeling back the tongue of my new gym shoes i seen 17w plastered on it. Dang, bigger than I thought. This was going to be epic. Living it up at Derek was going to be a peice of cake being a hot muscle bound man like this.

Message came across my new phone. It was a message from Jason. “Have fun and make sure you stay on that diet. That body is my prized possession.” Jason smirked. Yeah. He knew it was. And he could already tell that he would y be giving this body up so easily.

Jason continued to live the next few days as Derek without anyone ever getting suspicious thag he wasn’t the real Derek. Working out. Eating right. He was even working on the farm as the real Derek now too.

His phone buzzed and it was Derek. 'Ive decided i want change back. I want to change back later tonight at 8:55pm". Jason wasn’t ready to give up Derek’s life yet. He had to find a way to make this stop! He logged back onto the site and found that he couldn’t stop the change back. “Users are bound by the original agreement and nothing can change a current agreement that is still in process”. Jason s reamed damnit in Derek’s heavier manlier voice. “He’s gonna fucking get this body back regardless!” Time was ticking away and he had to think of something. That’s when he got an idea. He opened a new change. Only this time he explored all the options and he found what he was looking for. " confirm final change ?”. Jason hovered over the accept button. Knowing that when he chose this there was no going back. He read over the request again. “When it’s 9:00 pm tonight, the inhabitant of thjs body will make a permanent irriversible soul swap with Derek’s dog."clicking accept a huge error message came across the screen “selecting this option removes humanity. Choosing such option locks users into changes due to site specific rules stating that only humans allowed.” With a heavy thick finger, Jason clicked accept. Right clicking on the change chat he hid it from view so Derek would never know this was happening even when he was back in his body for a short period.

8:55 came to and both jason and Derek was in the chat. The week has been completed and both we taken from their bodies they had been in for the last week. Jason felt huge. His stomach was bulging from what looked like pizza and beer. Derek has really let himself loose this week. Look long back at the chat “thanks for taking care of my body so well! We should do this again!” I chuckled and agreed “yes we really should! I had a lot of fun in that body” 8:58. Jason was staring daggers at the clock waiting for his final request to take place. Suddenly. Jason was being pulled from his body just like before. And instantly found himself back in Derek’s body. Panicking he pulled up the site. Derek typed a message from jasons body. “I set all your changes to automatically accept requests from me. So now whenever I want to swap we can swap instantly !” No!! Jason had to stop this! He couldn’t find the hidden requests and it was 8:59.

9 hit and very painfully Jason felt himself being ripped out of Derek’s body. He was floating and fighting to get back into the human body but he was repelled off. Then as if there was a hidden force dragging him backwards he felt himself being pulled. Towards the dogs that he would be sealed permanently inside. He faught with everything he could while he Sean the foal of the dog listed from its body and flung into Derek’s. Everything was dark when Jason opened his eyes. He was panting. He couldn’t see color. His final request had come true. He now permanently a dog. What was even worse. The dog was a good actor. And Derek never realized the dog was swapping bodies with him now while Jason was stuck simpering in his new four legged stance.

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journey-of-the-hob · 3 years

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Day Zero: Hey guys! My name is Ashley, and I’m starting this blog because I’m going to start going to the gym soon. I’m not that out of shape, but I decided it would be nice to tone up a bit since summer is starting soon. Just get rid of a little pudge from winter y’know? Maybe I’ll even meet someone special with my new bod. I’m gonna do a 30 day diet and exercise challenge don’t worry I’m not going to post every single day, but every couple of days just so I can give a show of my progress. This is gonna rock!

Day Three: Jeez! This whole working out thing is so much harder than I bargained for. I’m sore all over and I miss junk food, eating salad all the time is already lame, but I’m gonna keep with it. I can’t give up after only the third day.

Day Five: Week one is done! I was almost ready to quit after day #4, but there was this guy at the gym who was in really good shape and he offered me some encouragement to finish out my workout and some advice to help me get the most out of my workouts. He was there again today and it was nice to have some help with my sets. His name is Josh and he’s been going to this gym for a while and he said he likes helping out the newbies. He gave me a bottle of vitamins from a company that he buys from and said it would really help me out. It was the male formula, but I mean it’s not like it’s gonna hurt me. They’re just vitamins right?

Day Eight: I got a really killer workout in today. Ever since I’ve been taking those vitamins that Josh gave me I’ve had so much energy and getting through the workouts hasn’t been so hard. I also met a few of Josh’s buddies and they’ve started working out with us too. They’re a great group of dudes and are super encouraging. I’m also feeling more competitive, I guess you could say. Like the guys are challenging me to do better. I’m actually starting to like going to the gym.

Day 10: I’ve kinda been dragging lately even with those pills. I told the guys and they started grilling me about my diet and I told them what I’ve been eating, and they told me everything I was eating wasn’t good fuel for weight loss and I wasn’t getting the energy I needed to keep killing it at the gym. The advise that I start eating more meat, and Josh recommended that I get some whey protein from the company that makes the vitamins. If it works like those I’d say it would be worth it.

Day 12: Hell yeah! I just finished week two and I look amazing! My stomach is flat and I’ve got ab definition. The hard work at the gym has definitely been paying off. That being said I’ve been feeling really hot and tense lately just kind of...pent up. The guys told me that I might want to get laid or masturbate just to let some steam off. Normally I’d be kind a pissed if a guy told me that, but I have been feeling hornier than normal lately, seeing people check me out and tell me how hot they think I am really gets me going I guess, and all of their other advice has helped so far. When I got home from the gym I decided to watch some porn to get me in the mood, which was weird because before I started going to the gym I never like porn. I thought it was degrading, but for whatever reason watching it now was making me soak my panties. It felt great jilling off, but once I put on some girl on girl porn and that really helped me get the big O.

Day 13: it was one of my rest days, so I decided to take it easy. I popped one of my vitamins like I do every morning. The initial dose that Josh gave me was gone. I bought more, and yeah I could have bought the female formula, but I kept with the male version. I’m pretty sure it was stronger and if it works why change? I went to the café by my apartment to grab some coffee while I was out for some errands. There was a seriously hot chick working the counter. I could see her checking me out so I flexed a little without being too obvious. She was blushing and giggling, so I decided to ask for her number, and she gave it to me! I’ve never hit on a chick before, for that matter I never really thought I was into girls but it felt so right, and I couldn’t help staring at her rack, fantasizing about what she was like in bed. Oh yeah I’m definitely enjoying the perks of my new physique.

Day 19: The guys sent me a workout playlist on Spotify. At first I didn’t like it. It was heavy metal, but I found that it but me in the right headspace for the workout. After a while I started to dig it and I’ve been jamming to it all the time even when I jill off. The guys are really awesome and I feel like I owe them big time for helping me get everything out of the gym. I need to think of a way to thank them.

Day 23: I’m starting to get pretty shredded. I’ve been hanging out with the guys a lot more too. We go out drinking on the weekends and get hammered, sometimes we go catch a game at Hooters. To thank Josh and the Bros for helping me make it this far I’ve been taking care of them all the time. To help them relieve stress after a long workout I’ll let them take turns fucking me, whenever we watch a football game I’ll usually give them all blowjobs during halftime. This one time I bet my ass that the Cowboys would win, and of course they lost, but Josh’s cock felt so good in my ass! The guys have been pretty supportive of me lezzing out too, especially since I share all the details and videos of my escapades to our group chat.

Day 26: I still have an off and on thing with Dinah, the hottie from the coffee shop. Anyway she’s been coming to the gym with me the last few days. I got her a bottle of the chick formula vitamins and she’s not building a lot of muscle but she’s looking really good, especially her ass. I think her rack has been getting bigger but that’s a plus for me! I’ve found that I have a thing for babes with big tits. She’s also been listening to my workout playlist. She’s so submissive lately, and there’s nothing better than when she got her head buried in my snatch. It’s so awesome having her there as my little gym bunny, and when I flex she turns into a blushing mess. I gotta go. Got a date with Dinah and she’s bringing a friend. If I’m lucky we can convince her to join us for a three way.

Day 30: The challenge is over and I’m jacked! This was the best decision I’ve made in my whole life. I’m in terrific shape, I’ve made awesome new friends, I’ve got a hot as fuck girlfriend, who’s cool with me having a few side chicks. Looking back on my old posts it’s weird how much I’ve changed. I’m just like one of the guys now, and I love it. I couldn’t imagine hanging out with the prissy girly-girls I used to, some of them were pretty hot though, so maybe I’ll call them up sometime. Me and the boys are going to a strip club tonight to celebrate my progress. I should take Dinah. It would be hot if one of the strippers would make out with her while me and the guys watch! The boys will probably want to pregame with a gang bang, but that’ll be good cardio so I’m totally looking forward to it! Anyway, signing off.

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tobesobri · 4 years

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Bust | Part Two: Etch (4.4k)

She huffed when it became useless to do anything about it right there and instead, quite roughly, slammed the poor figure down onto the shelf angrily in a way that would surely distort the figures’ backside as well. But she didn’t care anymore because it was just so damn typical, right when she gave a damn about something it all always fell apart.

Her eyes met Harry’s when she turned to walk away, realizing he’d just seen her little tantrum because he had clearly been watching her the entire time. He glanced back at the shelf where her sculpture was and she sighed, dragging her feet back to her table to clean up her mess. She could fix it on Wednesday, she supposed. They kept the moisture levels in the studio rather high and didn’t use air-drying clay so that their sculptures never hardened between classes. It would be easy to scrape off and start again.

And with one final glance behind her, while other students either chatted amongst themselves or with Harry, she stepped out onto Justice Street and tried not to let the breeze from the ocean across the street make her cry.

In which Y/N is an annoyance in Harry’s sculpting class.

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Luck was not on Y/N’s side when, after Harry had wrapped up the class and she went to put her sculpture on the shelf again, she dropped it. When the hot dad bod she’d been sculpting the past hour landed face first on the cement and she nearly shed a tear.

“Oh no!” Another student gasped, bending down before Y/N could and grabbing it off the floor while she was still in utter shock.

“It’s not too bad!” The girl reassured, smoothing out some dents with her fingers before handing it back to Y/N again.

It was just her luck that the second she took any of this shit seriously it went straight down the gutter.

It was pretty bad, however, on further inspection. All her abs had smooshed down and gone misplaced. She didn’t even want to talk about his smashed face, either. Not that it was peak artistic talent to begin with but… fuck. On his body, the poor collar bone she was working on most recently completely detached into a sad little worm of clay on the floor. And she pouted while picking it up and trying her damndest to stick it back on while her classmates set their pieces down and went on their merry ways.

* * *

Y/N and Rose settled on trying the pizza place they’d walked past several times up Justice Hill instead of their typical cafe the following week. It had a better view of the ocean and Rose claimed she was craving pepperoni. So Y/N packed a lighter lunch for work and met her at Anna’s Pizzeria at their usual five-thirty on Wednesday evening.

“Still can’t believe you come out of a flu and the first thing you want is this greasy pizza.” Y/N picked up a slice from their shared pan and brought it to her plate, knowing damn well she’d regret all the grease later, but not caring too much in the moment.

“Pizza is the only thing I ever want. It’s like you don’t know me at all.”

Y/N rolled her eyes around a big bite of pepperoni and gooey cheese. She had to admit, Anna’s had some damn good pizza.

“So you never told me how Saturday went?”

Y/N wiped her mouth first on an equally as greasy napkin and then on her sleeve. “It was okay until I dropped my fucking sculpture.”

“What?” Rose exclaimed with her mouth full, her eyes going wide.

“Yeah, I spent so much time on it and that little bastard is a fucking pancake now.”

“Are you going to try and fix it today then?”

“I guess.” She shrugged, thinking further back into her evening on Saturday and changing the subject to something a little less heartbreaking. “Anyways, I saw Harry at our cafe before class. He asked about you.”

“Did he?” That perked Rose right up and made Y/N wonder even more if her best friend had a secret little crush on Harry.

“Oh yeah. He said he was disappointed you weren’t there.” Y/N stretched the truth just a little bit, but she was milking it for everything she could.

And it was worth it to see Rose’s cheeks blush as she got all flustered. “Stop it, no he didn’t!”

Y/N nodded her head exaggeratedly, “Yes he fucking did. I knew you were flirting with him last week.” Y/N wagged her eyebrows while Rose’s smile grew tenfold.

“I honestly wasn’t... but I might now. He’s fit as hell.”

Fit. Harry was beyond just fit. She didn’t quite know what word properly described him, but fit just wasn't it.

Still, she cocked her head and scrunched her features as if she didn’t quite agree. “Eh, he’s alright I guess.”

“Don’t even lie. You know he’s hot.”

Y/N made the same faces again, but the second she felt her own cheeks getting hot, she did her best to hide it. To bury those feelings as far down as it got. No one, definitely not Rose nor Harry, needed to know how insanely attracted to him she actually was.

Because it was fine for Rose to find him fit and hot and whatever else. She was too. But Y/N didn’t see it the same way for herself. Admitting she liked Harry in any way would be admitting she thought she had a single chance with him, which she most certainly did not.

Sure, he sculpted bodies that looked like hers, but that didn’t mean he’d lower his standards to her level when he could have someone else.

The grease was starting to get to her.

“Why don’t you ask him out then if you think he’s so hot?”

“I don’t really think he’d go for me, he’s a bit out of my league, isn’t he?” Rose asked and Y/N couldn’t believe she’d forgotten how stubbornly insecure Rose really was.

“I think you’re out of his, love.”

She blushed again and went back to her pizza. Meanwhile, Y/N battled a bad case of heartburn and disruptive thoughts. She was sentenced to her daydreams about Harry while Rose could freely go around expressing all her feelings. And, to be honest, it had been Y/N’s fault for throwing herself into a bad mood anyways. She’d started it by telling Rose Harry asked about her and leaving out the bits where he may or may not have invited Y/N to see his dick some day. That had to count for something, didn’t it?

* * *

“I thought you said you dropped this? It looks fantastic.” Rose placed Y/N’s body sculpture down in front of her after she refused to go grab it herself and face, yet again, what she’d done on Saturday.

However, when she looked at it now, it was fantastic. It looked better than before she dropped it, in fact. She picked it up off the table and inspected it further. His face was perfect, no more inverted nose. The collar bone was back and better than ever. The abs were actually fully defined and even the little bit of pudge she had intended was going stronger than ever. It was like she’d never dropped it in the first place and then he got a complete makeover on top of it.

And she had no clue how or why.

She looked around the room at everyone else, no one seemed to be freaking out like she was. Like some magical fairy had fixed up their pieces for them too. It seemed to be just her.

“I did… drop it.” Y/N mumbled, turning the figure around to see the dents she’d put in his back herself were smoothed out as well. And that he actually had what looked like shoulder blades protruding. And a bit of an indent for the spine down his back.

“Maybe I grabbed the wrong one?”

Y/N hadn’t thought of that possibility yet. So, she set him down carefully while they both scoped out the shelves and then everyone around the class. No one seemed to be missing their sculpture nor was her sad little lump still sitting on the shelf.

This one was hers. She just had no idea how it got to be the way it did.

Maybe the girl who’d picked it up for her felt so bad she fixed it. But that started to seem unlikely too when Y/N glanced at the girl’s own lackluster sculpture across the room and realized there was no fucking way she could have put him back together.

That only left one other possibility…

He was already watching her from the front of the class when she looked at him finally. She narrowed her eyes and tilted her head at him. There was no other possibility. He had seen her drop it on Saturday and he was the only one in the room that could have done what he did to fix her mess.

And it was pretty much guaranteed when he gave her a guilty little smile.

Harry had fixed her fucking sculpture. After she annoyed the ever loving shit out of him every Wednesday and Saturday evening and called his class stupid. He fixed her fucking trainwreck so she didn’t have to. He even made it better. Hell, she probably had the best looking one out of the entire group now.

She hated to imagine him working tirelessly on it Sunday morning, or even worse, Saturday night after class when he was surely exhausted. She loved it and she hated it. She couldn’t help but let the butterflies loose in her stomach at just the mere thought of him wanting to help her. To make her life easier after she’d literally almost left the studio crying last time. It warmed her heart and she was certain Harry was a professional at not just sculpting but at making everyone fall completely in love with him.

“Alright, so today,” Harry began after he and Y/N had their little moment, “we’re going to backtrack a little to the heads and focus on faces again. Now that most of you have done details on the body where it isn’t as crucial, I think the face will be a little easier now that you’ve had some practice.”

He went on like that, doing his usual little lessons in front of the small crowd. But this time, she noticed him glancing her way a lot more often. Maybe he had been doing it all along and she never really paid him any attention, but it was clear as day now. Almost every single time he looked out at them, his eyes landed on her at some point. And sometimes he even smiled while doing so.

Was she losing her fucking mind?

When he played another video, Rose leaned in close toward Y/N and whispered, “He’s totally looking at me, holy shit you were right.”

Y/N’s entire body sank. She had, after all, been losing her mind. She’d let herself get too cocky. He had no reason to be looking at her. Rose, on the other hand, she’d been gone on Saturday and was finally back. Maybe she really was wrong about his preoccupations. Maybe he was making cute little glances at Rose and not her.

She really couldn’t tell, now that she thought about it.

And she was in no place to brawl it out with Rose over Harry. She knew damn well if it came down to it, Rose would win every time. She just hated that the only reason Rose even saw Harry that way was because she had planted that seed to begin with and now there was no turning back.

Y/N slid her sculpture out of the way and put her head down the rest of his lesson about sculpting facial features. She wanted to believe so badly that Harry was at all interested in her. And she hated herself for boiling him down to that. That he was just some piece of meat she and Rose could fight over. She didn’t like that feeling at all and she wished she could go back to Saturday when he was whispering his kinky little phrases at her and letting herself believe it.

When they were sculpting, she was a little less enthusiastic. She didn’t stare Harry down while he wandered the room with his hands behind his back. She didn’t admire his ass every time he bent over a little bit in his high-waisted trousers. She didn’t even brave once single glance at his hands even though he’d dressed them up in his rings again today.

And she definitely didn’t know what to do about her face. The sculpted one and the real one. But mostly the sculpted one. It sat untouched for quite a while as she just stared at it blankly. Harry had put it back into place, but didn’t do any of the detail work it needed and there was no hope in matching it with what he had done to her figure’s body. She could never get it to look like the same person did both no matter how hard she tried.

So she was back to square one, to just not even trying at all.

“How’s it going over here? We missed you on Saturday.” Harry greeted them, standing directly in the middle of both girls this time while he stared solely at Rose with those fucking dimples on his face.

Y/N glanced from Harry to her friend, watching as Rose got all flustered. At least Y/N attempted to hide when he did that to her. And at least he said something a lot more profound to make her that flustered to begin with.

She wanted to smack herself to try and get her mind to stop being so insanely jealous. Instead of violence, however, she just chewed on her bottom lip and avoided looking at him.

Harry glanced at her curiously when he noticed Y/N’s reclusion, but was pulled back to attention when Rose finally answered.

“I was sick actually, so I couldn’t make it. But I made her come so she could tell me what I missed.” Rose nudged Y/N.

And Y/N glanced at them, with little coercion. Harry laughed like he was forced to do so, because nothing Rose said was all that funny but he didn’t know how else to respond when all his focus was on Y/N and why she looked like a deflated balloon.

His eyes flickered towards Y/N’s untouched sculpted head, knowing very well she hadn’t done a single thing with it after he’d put the nose back in place. “Guess it’s not going so well.”

“You think?” She couldn’t help it. When she was feeling particularly shitty about herself, all the hard, prickly bits came out. And she didn’t really mean to snap at him so hard to nearly bite his fingers off, but it just came out.

“Mine’s coming together!” Rose brightened the mood and Y/N was thankful. She didn’t want any more of her bitterness getting all over Harry when he’d done nothing but fix her sculpture for her.

He was still wary, though, shifting focus back on Rose’s work again. Y/N tuned them out while he helped Rose adjust a few things here and there. She even attempted to make some moves on her own sculpture finally. But just ended up just rolling snakes of clay out and forming the word ‘fuck’ across its tiny face when none of her attempts panned out too well. Not when her mind was racing ten miles a second with thoughts about Harry.

He watched her hands while she completed the last letter and Rose went on her spiel about how she wanted her mermaid to look, even though Harry was no longer listening. There was no amusement on his face, no hint of a smile at all when he glanced upwards and saw the prominent pout on Y/N’s lips. The very lackluster glaze across her eyes. He wasn’t sure what was wrong but he preferred when she made his life hell then this sad version of her.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?” She whimpered softly, twisting her head toward Rose and realizing both her and Harry were staring at her now.

“What are you doing?” Rose asked.

She looked at her masterpiece again, having been somewhat in autopilot the entire time. “He’s a fuck face… get it?”

Rose rolled her eyes back to her own work, “Well, at least the body of yours looks good.”

And then her eyes shot up to Harry’s and they shared another silent moment until eventually it got her to smile again when the irony finally hit. He matched his face with hers, just happy to see something other than a frown taking over her features.

“Thanks,” Y/N gave Harry an evil little smirk he was way too familiar with, but he supposed he preferred that to the frown as well. “I worked really hard on it.”

* * *

She had made a near full recovery later that night, when she finally crawled into bed with her phone and cried laughing at various different funny video compilations. She didn’t even think anything bad about herself, even when her mind wandered back to Harry again. The combination of Harry and Rose and everything had just gotten to her, giving her a headache.

She knew it was stupid. Harry was their instructor. He probably already had a significant other looking the way he did and she wasn’t even supposed to like him. He made fun of her bowl and she, in turn, tortured him in class just for the hell of it. She wasn’t supposed to care so much.

Right when she started dozing off, her phone still in her hands, still playing the video she’d fallen asleep to, it suddenly buzzed. And then she dropped it on her face when she jolted awake again.

“Ow, fuck,” she muttered groggily, ripping her phone away after she was sure it hit her hard enough to break something. And she couldn’t deal with a broken, crooked nose at the moment, so after she felt around her face and everything seemed intact, she flipped her phone over again and checked who was bugging her at this hour.

Though when she saw the notification, which was most definitely not a text from Rose or a useless promotional email, she shot up straight in her bed, all exhaustion emptied from her body.

Because it was Instagram. And not just that, but it was Harry. The notification had been from him following her. She opened it and checked just to make sure it wasn’t some mistake. That it was actually Harry. But then her phone buzzed again and it was a message this time. Why was Harry sliding into her DMs at eleven o’clock at night?

Maybe he was on his phone in bed too like she had been. Maybe he didn’t have notifications on and just now checked his Instagram to see what she’d done last Friday night.

Which seemed to be the case when she read his message.

See you’ve found my Instagram.

She smacked her hand against her forehead, having managed to forget the incident until just this very moment. And she had no idea what to do or say to him either. But then he started typing again and bought her some time.

When the three little dots went away, however, and no new message appeared from him she couldn’t help but wonder endlessly what he had meant to say. What had he been typing the past minute that he decided not to send after all?

She took a deep breath and sent something.

Sorry.

She cringed at her stupid response, but he still typed again. She hadn’t completely lost him to her sudden inability to hold a conversation.

Two text bubbles popped up from him in quick succession.

Okay

Are you going to follow me back or what?

She laughed out loud to herself, imagining him asking that question with that smirk on his face. Because during her time stalking his Instagram, he didn’t seem to take it too seriously. He had a humble amount of followers and didn’t tend to post things for clickbait. It was just a collection of his favorite memories and his work and that was it.

She laid back on her pillows again and sent him an eye roll emoji.

(Y/N)

I’ll think about.

(Harry)

What’s there to think about?

(Y/N)

Whether or not I want to see you on my feed everyday.

(Harry)

Could be useful.

The sculpting stuff.

(Y/N)

I’ll pass.

(Harry)

Your loss 💁‍♀️

She giggled and left their thread silent for a moment as he did the same. But once she thought of something else to say, she was right back at it again. He was far too easy to talk to and she knew that wasn’t a good sign if she wanted to deny any feelings for him.

(Y/N)

So are you going to unfollow me now then?

(Harry)

No.

Think I would enjoy seeing you on my feed everyday surprisingly enough.

Her heart raced again. He was back with those little fucking comments that sent her on all sorts of waves of emotion. Surely he was just being friendly, but she couldn’t help but get a little carried away inside her own head.

(Y/N)

You know I only post pictures of my dog, right?

(Harry)

Obviously.

Her cheeks burned from smiling so hard at the fact that he hadn’t just followed her, he’d went through her Instagram too. After a moment of letting herself just be fucking happy to be talking to him like a normal person, outside of class and outside of pestering each other, she changed the subject.

(Y/N)

I never got a chance to thank you for fixing my sculpture.

So… thank you.

He was quiet then, for a long while actually. Long enough to where she finally shut off her screen and figured maybe he was done talking. She didn’t need him to say ‘you’re welcome’ or anything like that. She still would have thanked him anyways just the same.

But, of course, when his message buzzed in her palm, she was zooming her way into their DMs like her life depended on it.

(Harry)

You don’t have to thank me. I felt bad after you actually tried and then dropped it.

(Y/N)

So you won’t mind me taking credit for it then?

(Harry)

It’s not like you’re getting a grade.

(Y/N)

Still.

(Harry)

I’d rather no one know I did it for you anyways.

It was the first time she paused during their entire conversation. What did that mean? Surely no one would care if they knew he fixed her project for her. He helped others all the time. And like he said, this wasn’t for a grade. So why would anyone else knowing be a worry at all? Was he scared of the others thinking he might like her because he was doing her favors? And why was it so bad for anyone to know if he did like her?

(Y/N)

Okay.

I’m gonna go to bed so goodnight.

She stayed up a little longer overthinking his words some more. She knew it was a lot less deep than he’d intended, but she couldn’t help it.

Overthinking was her forte.

* * *

She hadn’t talked to Harry again on Instagram before their next session and Rose started preoccupying herself with some other guy in class besides Harry. It was somewhat peaceful while she worked on her sculpture’s face with her headphones in, forgetting about everything surrounding her.

She occasionally took breaks to look away from it, always making a futile attempt to stare at a wall or at someone else’s creation but never failing to find her eyes navigating back to Harry every single time.

He was in a white painter’s type jumpsuit today with a t-shirt on underneath. It was… interesting. But she supposed it shielded his nice clothes from his messy job. He didn’t look her way nearly as many times as he had in their last class though, which, by the way, she had come to terms with. He’d been making glances at her and not at Rose.

She’d also come to terms with her self-destructive behavior. She wasn’t going to mope around and invalidate good things just because they were happening to her. Harry showed no signs of being uninterested, so she was going to hope for the best.

And it might lead to her demise but… who cares.

So when class was finally over, she did something she had never done before. She walked up to the front of the room.

Before she could get to him, though, two other girls took her spot and she immediately froze in place beside the first table at the front of the room. She was close enough to hear their conversation, close enough for him to have noticed her and close enough that it definitely looked like she was headed straight up to Harry, unprovoked. But them unknowingly intervening was the wake up call she really needed. She did not need to be going up to him asking if he wanted to get a coffee with her. She most certainly did not need to flirt with him as painfully as the other two girls were. Even though he glanced over at her, curious and concerned, just before she turned on her heel and left.

Not today.

Maybe never.

But not today.

“I thought you were going to ask him something?” Rose questioned when Y/N returned to grab her bag just before they left the studio out the back door.

“Oh, uh… I figured it out.” She shrugged it off, but still found herself peeking over her shoulder at him while she followed Rose out into the night. He stood alone this time, and when she met his eyes he’d already been watching her, fidgeting with his rings, and letting a very upsetting frown sit on his face.

“So,” Rose started, pulling Y/N away from the studio for the final time, “coffee?”

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hey! sorry if you dont write this kinda stuff but would u be able to write a yoonkook fic where jk is very afraid of gaining weight and works out all the time but yoongi really wants to see him become all soft and cute, and eventually jungkook starts growing out his clothes bc yoongis been secretly feeding him and at first jungkook is very insecure but he learns to love his new softer body?

a/n: this got way longer and angstier than i wanted it too oops. but it is possibly the fluffiest angst i have ever written, which shouldn’t be possible but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i like how it came out so that’s something lol. ((alsooo it gets a teeny bit nsfw?? but just for like three sentences and nothing actually happens yoongi just has a very active imagination))

~~~

It was five in the morning, and Yoongi was awake. He didn’t want to be awake, obviously, but his idiot of a boyfriend had very loudly knocked something over. Yoongi groaned.

“Ah! Sorry, hyung,” Jungkook whispered.

“Just get back in bed, Kook.”

There was silence after that, and Yoongi blearily opened an eye to find Jungkook worrying his lip between his teeth, looking intently at the floor. “But I have to go to the gym.”

“No you don’t.”

“Yes, I do. You made me skip yesterday, so I have to go today.”

“Hey, you woke me up, so you come make it up to me. We can fuck later, or something, that’ll be your workout for the day.”

Jungkook flushed brilliantly. “Hyung,” he whined.

Yoongi reached out towards him, making grabby hands, and if he weren’t half-asleep, he’d absolutely hate himself for it. “C’mon. Sleep now.”

Jungkook sighed, but gave a small smile nonetheless as he climbed back in bed.

–

“Whoa, what is all this?”

Yoongi looked up from the book he was reading, dog-eared the page and then got up to greet his boyfriend. “Just got some takeout,” he said, pressing a short kiss to Jungkook’s lips. “How was work?”

Jungkook was still staring at the table, filled with a large array of takeout containers. “But this is enough to feed, like, ten people, how are we supposed to eat of this?”

Yoongi shrugged. “We can have leftovers. I mean, they won’t be as good the next day, but whatever. Go change out of your work clothes and let’s eat; I’m starving.”

Jungkook nodded slowly before making his way to the bedroom. Yoongi watched him go, taking in the amazing view of his ass straining against his work pants. Jungkook had always had a fantastic ass, but in the past few months, it had just gotten even better.

Okay, honestly… that was kind of Yoongi’s doing. He hadn’t been trying to fatten his boyfriend up, per se, he’d just wanted to younger boy to let loose once in a while, and maybe stop going to the gym fucking six days a week. And, to Yoongi’s surprise, it worked.

He’d convinced Jungkook to just go to the gym three times a week instead (though he did insist on having sex more frequently, to “compensate,” as he put it, but hey, Yoongi wasn’t complaining), and also increase the number of cheat days he allowed himself, which Yoongi filled with tons of sweets, chips, ice cream, anything Jungkook wanted, really. And the results were showing.

In the last few months, Jungkook had slowly developed a layer of pudge that covered up his abs, his thighs had gotten thicker, his pecs softer, and his cheeks rounded out adorably. And of course his ass. It was beautiful.

“Hyung?”

Yoongi was jolted back to reality and greeted with the sight of his gorgeous boyfriend, now in pajamas. The same pajamas that, two months ago, had been pretty loose on the younger boy, but now showed off a small but definitely there tummy, clung to love handles when he turned just so, stretched the fabric along his upper thighs. God, he’d never get over how perfect Jungkook was.

“Oh, yeah, hey. Let’s eat.”

–

It was eight-thirty and the food was gone. Yoongi was shocked. Jungkook was shocked, but was also seconds away from slipping into a well-deserved food coma because he ate like six fucking servings of Chinese food.

Yoongi let out a low whistle. “Looks like we finished it.”

“I’m so full I think I’m going to die.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” Yoongi chuckled. Jungkook’s stomach now pressed tightly against his shirt, perfectly round, but definitely painful looking. Yoongi wanted to touch it so bad. Wanted to touch all of Jungkook, feel out his new curves, learn this new body. And he wanted to fuck right now, go over to Jungkook and straddle him, his stuffed tummy pushed against Yoongi’s softer one, touching, feeling, ride him until he can’t see straight, until they both become so undone–

Stop, stop, stop, now was not the time, he needed to be present for Jungkook, get him to bed, probably give him some antacids, etc. And he needed to have a sit-down conversation with Jungkook about this. At some point. Maybe.

“Holy shit,” Jungkook breathed, looking down at his stomach. “I look like I ate a watermelon or something.”

“Pretty small watermelon. Wanna sleep it off?”

“If I move I think I might puke.”

“Well that wouldn’t be good.”

“Mmm. Definitely an undesirable outcome.”

“Wanna belly rub?”

Jungkook gave Yoongi a Look out of the corner of his eye. “That’s kinda weird, hyung.”

Yoongi shrugged. “Just thought it might help. Don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“Sorry.”

“No ‘sorry’s. I’m getting you antacids and then I’m putting you to bed.”

Jungkook gave a small smile. “Sounds good.”

–

It all came to a head three weeks later.

“I’m back,” Yoongi announced, slipping off his shoes. He placed the groceries on the kitchen counter, looked to the living room, expecting to find Jungkook on the couch, watching TV or something, as he’d been more prone to do lately. He wasn’t there. “Kook?” he called out. No response.

But the door to their bedroom was closed. Maybe he was taking a nap. But when he went to open the door, it was locked. Weird. “Kookie, you in there?”

There was definitely movement from the other side, feet shuffling on carpet, drawers opening and closing.

“Don’t come in!” came Jungkook’s voice. And it sounded… panicked?

“You okay in there?”

“Fine,” Jungkook said, voice strained.

“Will you let me in?”

“…No.”

Yoongi sighed. “Jungkook, I really don’t wanna use the master key, but I will. If I have to. You know I would. There is literally no reason for this door to be locked. Let me in before I start thinking the worst.”

There was silence for a moment, two moments, and Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose, tried to remember where they last put the key, and then the lock clicked. Yoongi let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding and slowly pushed opened the door.

Jungkook was seated on the edge of their bed, head down, body tense, and Yoongi tried to scan him over for any possible injuries, but the large sweatshirt he was wearing did a good job at hiding his body. Yoongi stepped over the piles of clothes strewn about (why were all their clothes on the floor?) and sat down next to Jungkook.

Yoongi looked him over again. “Any injuries.”

Jungkook sighed. “No.” He let out a shaky laugh. “You do always think the worst.”

Yoongi huffed. “Habit. Hey, can you look at me?”

So he did. Yoongi bit his lip at the sight of Jungkook’s red, puffy eyes and flushed cheeks.

“You’ve been crying,” Yoongi stated softly. “Why?”

Jungkook shrugged.

“C’mon. What happened.”

“I dunno. Nothing.”

“Jungkook,” Yoongi said, voice warning.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s stupid. Can we move on?”

“Well, it obviously matters if it’s made you this upset.”

“I just,” Jungkook looked to the ceiling. “I don’t… feel good, about myself, I guess.”

Yoongi stayed quiet. He knew there was more.

“None of my clothes fit.”

Oh. That’s what this was about. “Because you’ve put on weight?”

Jungkook nodded to the ceiling. “It’s… I feel so weird. Like. My body isn’t mine anymore.”

Yoongi considered this. “Well, you’re still you.”

“I know.”

“I think you look really good.”

“You’re my boyfriend, you have to say that.”

Yoongi clucked his tongue. “I don’t lie.”

“You cheat at board games.”

“That’s different.”

Jungkook cracks a smile. “Sure, hyung.”

“Kook-ah. I need you to look me in the eyes when I say this.”

Jungkook turned his gaze to Yoongi, who gently took hold of the younger boy’s hands.

“I love you,” Yoongi said, trying to put as much emphasis behind the words as possible. “I love you so much. You’re on of the best things that’s ever happened to me, and nothing will change that, especially your weight. If you want to lose some, that’s fine. If you want to stay where you are, that’s fine. If you want to gain more, that’s fine. All I want is for you to be healthy, and be happy. And I want you to let me help you. Yeah?”

Jungkook nodded. His eyes had gone glossy, and Yoongi’s own felt suspiciously wet, throat tight, face hot.

“I love you, too,” Jungkook whispered.

The kiss they share is soft, slow, wet with tears– happy tears? relieved tears? Yoongi wasn’t sure, but they didn’t feel like a bad thing. He felt warm, secure in the arms of the person he loved and who loved him back.

They resurfaced after a few minutes. “Do you wanna keep talking about this?” Yoongi asked quietly.

Jungkook took in a deep breath. “I don’t know how I feel about the weight yet. I don’t really wanna think about it that much.”

“Would fucking me make you feel better?”

Jungkook choked, burst into giggles, funnier than it should’ve been, broken tension freeing. “Horny bastard.”

“What can I say?” Yoongi shrugged. “I’m dating the hottest guy on earth.”

Jungkook shook his head, smiling, impossibly cute bunny teeth poking out, and nudged into Yoongi’s shoulder. “We should, like, totally do that at some point tonight, but honestly? Right now I just want to watch some anime and eat a lot of popcorn.”

Yoongi smiled, pressed a kiss to Jungkook’s cheek. “That can definitely be arranged.”

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