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Happy Halloween! It’s sadly the last day of chubtober.

This is a year long story I had promised to @soft-bellied-tannies. I apologise that it took me so very long but I wanted it to not suck 100%. I hope this is okay at least for your amazing prompt.

Anyway, this is the prompt given, which was soooooo good! Totally up my alley.

“It's OT7 w/ Jimin focus. OT6 is a witch coven that offers a service of meeting people's deepest desires. Someone else asks for a kidnapping and force feeding with a magical influence to increase their stomach limitations in the moment. Human Jimin is accidentally in the pick up location and is grabbed by mistake and stuffed against his will. They compliment his acting skills and he says it's because it wasn't acting and they realize it was the wrong person. They think Jimin is going to report them from misuse of magic, but he actually asks when they could do it again because he was super into it.”

These are the boys powers in the coven.

Seokjin - glimpse of future, Yoongi - fire, Hoseok - cold, Namjoon - strength/physical, Taehyung - water, Jungkook - shapeshifting.

(Warning ⚠️ - forced feeding, forced wg, magic, rapid wg, kidnapping)

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"Mails here!" Seokjin called as he entered the large sitting room, just off to the side of the front door. His coven, despite having a huge manor, loved spending time in the sitting room, doing their own thing while enjoying one another's company.

"Oh anything interesting Hyungie?" Taehyung skipped over, having been the only one without an activity. He preferred to join others on their own.

He only asked, knowing the boy hadn't opened any yet, because Jin's special ability allowed him to see glimpses of the coming future. It wasn't very specific, nor was it always accurate, but it was still a good gift to have on top of the basics.

It normally happened with touch and extreme concentration, but the boys loved when he would tell them their next client, maybe even get a glimpse of the person.

"Uh wait." Hoseok said waving his hands just before Jin could start speaking. "You know you need the practice Hyung." The sweet witch smiled at his eldest friend. Hobi was always on the boys for constantly practising their powers, but they knew that he just wanted the best for them.

"Fine." Jin sighed, letting the fire mage take the paper and read the instructions before Jin's prediction. He did have to admit, with Hoseok's help he was getting much better at prediction.

Jin closed his eyes and used his memory to remember the flashes he saw of the letter. "Blonde hair..." Was the first glimpse Jin got. He could seen the fluffy shaggy cut of the man head from behind. "Soft skin." The vision trailed over the side of the face, making Seokjin like his own lips.

"Red coat." That was a key hint. Sometimes he only ever got short looks at peoples features, which was ok, but not as obvious as clothing, especially when they were bold and bright pieces.

And finally, "The alley behind The Pavilion house," Jin smiled and opened his eyes, proud of his foresight and by the looks of his friends' faces, they too were proud.

"Good job Hyung." Hoseok smiled and patted his back while a chorus of similar expressions from the others rang in the background.

"He's a cutie too." Jin shrugged bashfully. "I think we might really enjoy this one." The person in his vision was exactly all of their types.

"Really?" Jungkook perked up as well, sitting in the chair with Taehyung who had rested himself sideways on Jungkook's lap.

"Absolutely." Jin smiled. Turning to Hoseok as he had finally sat back down next to Namjoon and opened the letter.

"Hyung was right." He beamed. "The Pavilion house, Friday night at 1:30am." He explained the details that Jin couldn't really pick up on with just a vision. "Blonde hair, fit body, red coat." Was all the description given.

Hoseok skimmed a little further and then cracked a devilish smile, bringing the others to the edge of their seats, waiting for him to spill the news. "Oh, we are going to love this one..."

"Jinnie, can you possibly get a reading on who it might be we're looking for?" Jungkook asked, hanging on the elder witches arm, snuggling closer to his coven member. The coven was standing high up on the roof of the apartment building looking down upon the alley behind the back of the pavilion strip club where they knew their client would be coming from.

"I guess I can try." Jin shrugged, knowing the others thought the same. Besides, it couldn't hurt. Jin closed his eyes, thinking about the person walking into the alley, right into their "trap".

He could see flecks of blonde hair and a fit body, just like it described in their request. Seeing as the group never met the clients until the requested day, as to not spoil the mood, they only went by very detailed descriptions of the people.

The letter was slightly more vague than others they had received who had planned their days down to the set of underwear they would be wearing for identification, but the coven had been at this a long time. They weren't particularly concerned about the risks anymore.

Jin's inner eye worked harder to catch a glimpse of the face of the person they were looking for. It took him a moment to work his mind to complete calmness, but he eventually got there and the image showed just for a moment.

The boy had rosy lips. His eyes were a dark brown, but still held an alluring look as if they were a more unique colour and he had a chiselled jawline that looked to be carved by the gods, just as he said in the letter.

All in all, Jin was breath-taken by the stunning boy. He could have stared at the vision longer if his mental clarity wasn't disturbed by his coven shaking him back to reality, telling him that someone was there.

When Jin finally got a hold of his senses once more he looked down and saw the face he had just seen in his vision... or at least he thought he had.

"That's him!" Jin exclaimed, pointing a sharp finger at the red coated person exiting out the back of the strip club adjacent to the apartment building. The elder couldn't be sure exactly, as they were nearly 6 stories above him, but the jacket looked the same.

"That's him?" Jungkook asked, looking over the rail to the boy below, not as impressed as he had hoped to be, but then again they were getting paid for this. They couldn't fall in love with everyone they supplied service to.

"Yes, quick Joon-Ah!" Jin said turning to the tallest, but Namjoon was already speeding away. He made it down the 6 flights of stairs in 5 seconds, bursting through the door of the building, startling their "victim".

Jin distinctly remembered thinking how good of an actor the boy was right then. Not that they could hear much from where they were, but they caught some of the body language and saw how the short male seemed to be trembling visibly at the sight of a man as big and strong as Namjoon.

The witch made a point of acting like a cheesy villain to play along, as requested by the man himself, before he whipped out the magic powder, knocking their client out cold. Namjoon managed to catch the short boy before he hit the ground, not wanting to risk injuring their paying customer and then signalled for the boys to come down. The plan was complete.

The short blonde boy groaned as he slowly awoke from the magical sleep powder some random had used on him. He was a little disoriented as he started to lift his head, but soon he was looking around the dark room, realising he didn't know where he was.

"Wha-" he asked, trying to move his hands, but found them strapped to the chair he was sitting in. He was held in place with what looked to be bondage ropes. The material was soft on his pale skin, but tight so he couldn't escape.

He nervously looked around, trying to find someone, or a way to escape, but he was sitting in the middle of a room, a good two metres from anything else nearby.

The room wasn't all that scary though. It was dimly lit, the walls red to give it a sultry vibe. The carpet was a plush dark grey with velvet red rugs scattered in no particular pattern. Draped along the walls were silk and chiffon sheets in black, red and gold, hung in arches to frame the large rooms' tall ceilings.

It honestly looked like a sex dungeon and the boy wondered if he had been gifted something from the strip club he had been in earlier. Was this how they selected their members for private dances? It seemed a bit much if he was honest.

"So you're awake..." a low, sultry voice called from behind and the blonde stiffened in his chair. His nerves felt on fire, not really liking secrecy going on right now. "So the fun can begin."

The boy tried to turn around to see the person behind him, but out of the corner of his eyes he could see movement. He looked dead on again and now saw three people coming out of the darkness around the edge of the room.

His chest tightened and his breathing picked up. "W-what is going on?!" He asked in a panic. This wasn't as sexy as he thought it would be. Most importantly he had thought it would be women, not men.

"We're going to give you the night of your life baby." A tall curly haired man said, coming at the tied up boy from the side. He had long fingers which easily reached out and rubbed up the short man's sleeved arm, making shivers run down his spine.

"What's your name beautiful?" Another asked before he could question the person. This one was at his other side and already close enough to whisper in his ear.

The blonde boy yelped in fright at the person so close to him. He tried to pull away, but the ropes tightened as he struggled. "Those are magic ropes baby... the more you struggle, the tighter they become." The same person from behind said, but the boy didn't believe him.

He continued to pull and fight, wanting to get some sort of control back in this terrifying situation, but a big tall man before him grabbed his chin and pulled his face up, hindering any sort of fight.

"We asked you a question, blondie... What is your name?" He said, his voice very dominant, making the man in the chair sink in it a little. His legs instinctively rubbed together at the very powerful aura coming from the man and before he knew it he was telling them his name.

"I'm Jimin..." he confessed. "Pa-" but a finger came up to his mouth, shutting him up.

"No need for last names love... Jimin is just fine." The person to his side said. Soon the people moved away slightly, all of them rounding Jimin to stand in front of him, making him quake in his seat. There were six people before him right now. Six strangers who had him tied up to do who knows what.

"Let's introduce ourselves... just to make this easy." The second tallest, and by looks the eldest, said. "I'm Seokjin... Jin if you like." He said, nodding his head politely.

"This is Namjoon, Taehyung, Hoseok, Jungkook and Yoongi." He pointed down the line, ending with the smallestc pale man who looked quite grumpy if you asked Jimin. He made a mental note not to anger him.

"W-what do you want with me?" Jimin asked once they had all be introduced. He didn't even believe they were their real names... kidnappers wouldn't be that stupid right?

The men all looked at him with a lusty gaze, keeping the creepy sex demon looks about them. "We are here to fulfil your wishes for the night... your wish is our command and we aim to please to the highest of our abilities."

While the boys chuckled, the one in the middle, Hoseok Jimin thought, nudged the younger looking one next to him. "And our abilities are pretty great." He says, confusing Jimin more.

He looks at the men with a furrowed brow, not sure what they were on about, but he really didn't need whatever this all was.

"So just relax, sexy, and let the coven do it's thing..." Jin said before his clicked his fingers and the lights dimmed even more. Jimin was nearly sitting in darkness, except for a small rim of light that allowed him to see just his own body.

His heart picked up again, pounding in his chest when he began to hear cluttering noises around him. "W-what are you doing? P-please I don't want this... whatever it is..." he called out to the darkness, but didn't get a reply.

The people just continued to work around him, pushing his anxiety to the edge before one person, by the fingers he knew it was that boy from earlier, Taehyung he recalled, grabbed his arms and slid his hands up Jimin's shirt before a knife appeared.

Jimin screamed in fright as the silver glinted in his eyes from the full light before it pressed at his shirt, pulling the seams apart from his shoulder all the way down to his wrist.

His sleeve was removed easily with a shred of the fabric and then the hands were gone and Jimin felt a cold breeze on his arm. "Hey!" Jimin snapped as his dress shirt was ruined. He had paid a lot of money for it from the best tailors.

But the elder, Seokjin poked his head into the light, smiling mischievously at the fretting man. "Don't worry... we saved your coat so you won't go home naked... that is, if you can fit it." He said cryptically, making Jimin dizzy with confusion, but he couldn't focus on it because someone was already tugging on his other sleeve.

"Such pretty skin... so white and soft. You'll look beautiful once we've finished with you." The youngest looking one said beside Jimin, ripping at his sleeve with pure strength. It came right off, falling down around Jimin's wrist before he pulled the knife out again and cut the fabric off.

Jimin looked around in the darkness of the room, trying to see if he could find some sort of movement or what was next, but he couldn't. He was completely blind to anything outside of a 10 cm radius of himself.

"Stop! Please! I don't know who is making you do this, bu-but I want to leave!" Jimin cried, feeling overwhelmed. It had been a long week for him at work and now with this frightening situation, he was feeling a little vulnerable.

But more hands just started to grab him, either removing more clothing, like his pant legs below the thigh, or feeling him up, touching his torso and thighs.

"God, baby. You're such a good actor..." Taehyung said moving into the light again. "You never mentioned that in your request." He chuckled for a moment before moving forward and kicking a stripe up Jimin's cheek, unbeknownst to the man, licking away a single tear that had left his eye.

Jimin mind raced at the mentioned request. He had never sent a request... they must have the wrong person. "N-no I don't want this! You have the wrong pers-ON!" He screamed loudly at the end when a firm hand came up and grabbed his cock in his pants, squeezing tightly.

The pale man Yoongi was now between Jimin's bare legs, holding his genitals in one hand. "Don't worry sweetheart. We don't judge people from their kinks... just relax a bit and let us do our thing... it's what you're paying for right."

The tight hand had silenced Jimin to nothing. The way the hand then started to rub and press against his rapidly hardening cock had him whimpering in seconds.

"Knew you'd like it baby." The tall man, Namjoon, chuckled from within the darkness somewhere, but Jimin was quickly becoming too floaty to know which way up and down was.

His mouth hung open when the hand around his cock started to heat up to an unnatural temperature. A human hand could never get that hot... it was close to internal body temperature, which made Jimin moan deeply.

Something wasn't right here, yet he couldn't quite place his finger on it. He tried to think about something else other than the warmth around his dick, or the cool wind still somehow blowing on him from somewhere... an AC he assumed.

But his mind was pulled abruptly from his train of thought when something rather soft was pushed into his open mouth. He hadn't even realised it was wide open in pleasure until a marshmallow was placed in his mouth and a whisper of "chew" was breathed into his right ear.

In a lust-drunk daze, Jimin obeyed, not even questioning whether he was being poisoned or not. He swallowed the sweet fluffy treat before another was dancing across his lips and he opened his eyes, finally questioning why.

"W-what? Why?" He said before the treat was pushed between his lips and he quickly chewed and swallowed again.

"A sweetie like you should be filled with treats, love..." Hoseok winked at him from his spot down by Jimin's left arm. He wasn't the one feeding him, but when Jimin looked he found the man had a tray of food himself and Jimin had a feeling he knew where it was going.

"You'll be as soft as a marshmallow once we're done with you." Jungkook, the person who was actually feeding him said as he slipped another into Jimin's mouth before kissing the white powder off the blonde's lips.

Jimin didn't know what that meant, yet, but he was too drawn into the kiss and feeling of hands still all over him to question too much. The next food was offered and Jimin just accepted it with a wide mouth.

Soon, Jimin's lips were glossy with his and many of the others saliva as they all dipped down for kisses before sliding in the next food.

Some were sweet, some savoury. Jimin's tummy seemed to be a little unhappy with the mixture, but a pair of hands were quick to rub his gut and soothe him easily, drifting the confused man back into his subby mindset.

Jimin had been eating whatever the men were serving him for a good 5 minutes before he started to question things again. He had drifted off with thought, but the train came right the way back and suddenly he was wondering just what was happening again.

Quickly he blinked his eyes open and nudged the strangers away from him. He looked around in dizzy confusion. "Wait..." he said, the men all stopping to listen to him again.

"Yes honey..." Jin asked, a soft expression on his handsome face, still proving to Jimin that they weren't hurting him, and he knew that, but there was more to it than pain.

"T-this isn't right..." Jimin shook his head, trying to clear the cloudiness he felt, but the fog was too strong. Especially when some of the others would hold him a little tighter, or squeeze at his cock again.

But Jin gasped, nodding to agree with Jimin. "Oh you're right... Kook, you're supposed to be changing him. That's what he's here for." Jimin's brows crinkled deeper.

A chorus of agreements sounded from the men around Jimin making him shake his head, not understanding.

"Sorry Hyung." Jungkook said from beside Jimin and before he knew it another marshmallow was in his mouth, but this time it came with a pit feeling in his stomach.

Jimin felt uncomfortable for a moment, almost as if he had eaten too much, but it quickly went away. He was wondering if it was just a strange thing caused by his nerves until the next marshmallow made the same sensation.

Jimin looked down at his tummy in confusion, not able to rub it because his hands were currently out of use. He didn't see anything strange yet but when another marshmallow came and Jimin tried to avoid it, the group got a little more harsh.

"Now, now baby. Don't play hard to get when you've been so good for us so far." The pale boy, Yoongi, said squeezing Jimin cock a little tighter. He tsked at Jimin before Jin leaned in and grabbed his cheeks, holding his head still.

Jungkook and Taehyung pushed in their respective foods, not caring if they didn't match and Jimin's body flushed again with that strange feeling. It almost felt like he was extremely full for a mere second before melting away.

Jimin whined, letting out whiny moans and tried to shake Yoongi off him, but the man was pretty strong. Jimin's eyes just teared up a little as he opened his mouth, seeing no other option but to give in to these people who had kidnapped him.

"Oh what a good boy!" Everyone started preaching how he was so good to just give in that it only affirmed Jimin's decision to go docile and just eat.

Soon food was being pushed past his lips so easily that the feeling didn’t even have time to disappear now. Jimin started to feel the fullness constantly.

He whined and moaned louder, the men all praising him for his pretty sounds when Jimin finally felt the first squeeze of his shirt against his bloated belly.

Jimin shot his head down to look at himself again and this time he saw it. His belly had bloated so much in the last 3 minutes that it was pressing holes between his button up shirt.

The boy's throat seized as he tried to scream, just letting out a high pitched grunting sound instead before trying to pull away again. He didn't know what the fuck was happening?!

"Calm down babe. Just let Kookie’s magic work it's wonders on this beautiful body." Hoseok smiled in the sweet heart shape that almost made Jimin accept it blindly, but he was too freaked out.

"N-no wai-" Jimin knew it was stupid to try and stop things... he was docile, remember. He had to keep telling himself that if he wanted to make it out of here.

They started pouring the food into Jimin’s mouth, feeling him get deeper and deeper into his submissive headspace as his belly grew.

Within minutes his gut was pressing so tightly against his shirt that the fabric was starting to tear. Jimin wanted nothing more for someone to rub it to soothe the full feeling, but everyone’s hands were too busy adding more food to him now.

“I didn’t think you could get any sexier, but you look so hot with this gut.” Taehyung smiled, adding a little smack to the taut skin, making the buttons finally give up the ghost and Jimin let out a choked moan as his belly was finally free to grow more.

The fabric shredded down the front, and due to the removal of his sleeves earlier, Jimin shit now fell into the crevices of the chair, exposing his whole upper body.

“Fuck!” The others all groaned finding how he burst from his shirt super hot. “Let’s burst his pants too.” Yoongi growled.

Jimin’s eyes fluttered as he slowly started to fall into a coma-like state, right on the border of consciousness. He could only let out little hums which even he didn’t know if they were in protest or encouragement anymore.

“Don’t just focus on his belly, Kookie.” Namjoon said, looking over at the boy. He was by his thighs and wanted to see the man getting fat all over, just like his letter request. “This baby wants to be a big old fatty all over… so let’s give it to him.” Jungkook smirked happily, spreading his magic over all of Jimin’s body.

Now the blonde could feel tingles in his legs, chest and arms too. His belly growth slowed down, as they kept up with the seemingly never ending food, while the rest of his body caught up.

Jimin was able to regain a little brainpower to focus on his body suddenly fattening all over. His eyes widened from their foggy state as he saw his thighs start to grow closer to one another, tightening what was left of his cut pant legs. His chest also began rising in his vision, adding little moobs over his tone pecs.

All in all Jimin could feel himself get heavier inside his own skin. It was a strange feeling. The stretch feeling taut but also easy.

He whimpered behind the food as his chins started to build up, the second one just scraping along his expanded chest, nearly hiding his neck completely.

Worst still was the extra firm grip Yoongi had on his cock which was starting to get rubbed by his fattening thighs, making him even hotter with pleasure.

The warmth from Yoongi's hand and the heat from his own fattening thighs squeezing at his cock and balls were nearly enough to push Jimin into cum, but the two fingers Yoongi had around his top acted like a cock ring, stopping any sort of orgasm he might have.

“Mmm-mhm… p-please…” Jimin managed to get the tiny word out between mouthfuls, but at this point nobody knew what he was asking for and when the fog came back his mouth hung open again awaiting more food.

Soon, what was left of Jimin’s pants exploded off him as well. His gut bouncing forward from being held back by his nice trousers. Now the flabby skin skimmed the tops of his thighs, hanging over his underwear waistband.

The vision of the once thin Jimin who was kidnapped was gone, replaced by a fat boy, looking close to 300 pounds already. His stomach rounded and rolled over his sides, forming love handles and a B belly.

Little moobs swayed, brushing the top of his bloated tummy, being pushed at by his fat upper arms causing some cleavage for the six witches to gawk at.

And his ass was not only raising him in the chair, but was slowly pushing out the back, between the chair backing and the gap before the seat part, looking like it was going to get him stuck real soon.

Jimin was now changed into a completely different person than when he first came in here and he still didn’t know why. Why had these people chosen him to stuff and fatten until he was a dumb piggy? Maybe he’d never know.

“He looks so good, Kookie.” The cobweb complimented their youngest’s great work as they began to finish off their food, happy with the way Jimin’s request was playing out, while Jimin just dribbled out spit as things were shoved into his limp mouth.

“You've become such a pretty piggy for us Jiminie.” Hoseok smiled, giving Jimin gut a rub once more. The small contact had Jimin moaning loudly, needing more hands to rub at his expanding body.

“P-please…” Jimin said again, seeming like all he could manage to get out now, but this time the boys understood. A few gave over their food for a moment to comply with their clients wish.

Namjoon, Taehyung and Hoseok started to rub Jimin’s body, Hoseok in his tummy, Namjoon at his thighs while Tae started to play with his pink perky nipples.

Jimin gained a pinky blush over his whole body, clearly loving the warmth of their hands on his now exposed body.

Yoongi also started to thumb the tip of his throbbing dick through his underwear, kneading the precum leaking from the boy back into his own skin as some sort of lube.

“Good fatty.” They all complimented, while Jin Taehyung and Yoongi’s spare hand kept the fattening food pouring into Jimin’s mouth. Their goal was to get him to the 400 pound mark before he came, which was gonna be very soon.

Jimin only gargled out a lame response to the coven's work on his body. He was completely gone. He had given into the pleasure and now it had absorbed him all the way. He was now just a good fatty…

"That's it." Jin smiled, pushing the last piece of chocolate into Jimin's mouth, wiping it around his fattened cheeks, showing the boy he was just a piggy. "Such a good little piggy for us."

The group all commented on how much they loved Jimin's eyes rolling around in his head as he was so close to being finished with his food and subsequently his transformation.

Jin sighed now that he had finished his food and got ready to watch the others continue with Jimin until he was done, which he thought would still be 5-10 minutes. He moved over to a chair sat on the side of the room, where the letter of the request just happened to be.

The elder picked it up to move it, when he suddenly got a vision. His eyes rolled back in his head as forced visions were more intense than ones he could control.

He gasped seeing a man, similar looking to the boy they picked up off the street, except this man wasn't very happy and he was wearing different clothes.

The man seemed to be angrily glaring around the dark alley Jin remembered from earlier that night. The witch finally caught on when he saw the man huff out a profanity and get back in his car, driving away.

"Oh fuck!" Jin yelled when his head flopped back to its normal position and his eyes refocused. "Stop!"

The coven paused their movements, most trays pretty much empty now anyway, leaving the fattened boy in the cuffs, panting as he tried to swallow down the handfuls still packed into his swollen cheeks.

"What is it, Hyung?" Taehyung asked, looking at their eldest with worry. Jin wasn't one for swearing and often scolded the coven for it, especially Yoongi and Jungkook.

Jin looked at the boy, looking like he might keel over from his stuffed body, and realised he really didn't look right at all.

"That's not our client..."

The group of witches looked at the elder in confusion for a moment, not sure what he was talking about. The elders kind of looked at each other, thinking maybe they were understanding, while Taehyung and Jungkook were still just standing there like stunned mullets.

"He's the wrong person..." Jin showed the letter in his head. "I just saw them, they were not happy." The elder cringed remembering the choice words the man said as he left the meet place they had organised. He was sure they'd be getting a very angry letter in the mail... now probably two.

The coven turned to the large boy they had just, apparently, kidnapped and fattened up like a little piggy. "Oh fuck." Yoongi said. Jin didn’t even bother to scold him at this point.

Jimin gasped as he still struggled to contain all the food they had just stuffed into his poor body, which they now realised he was not prepared for at all. "I-I *huff* told *huff* you...*hic*" he panted, trying to raise his head to the group even just slightly to get a better look at them.

“B-but we thought you were just acting!” Hoseok fretted, everyone taking a huge step back from the blonde who was not who they thought he was.

"Well what do we do?!" Jungkook panicked, dropping the tray in his hands, freaking out that they would get into some sort of trouble.

"Oh my god are we gonna be arrested?" Taehyung feeling the same panic their Maknae was. The two of them were always feeding off each other's energy. "I'm too pretty for jail!" He cried.

Jin, insulted that the younger thought he was the prettiest in the room, when they all knew that he was world wide handsome, screeched beside them. "You think you're too pretty! What about me?!" He wailed. Jin was nothing without his skincare routine!

"Really?!" Yoongi scoffed at the coven elder sinking as low as the panicked Maknaes. "Surely we have bigger things to worry about." He said pointing to the fat boy strapped to the chair in their basement.

The six witches look back to the puffing boy, trying to get a good breath in to keep himself from passing out. Jimin's red cheeks burned when he noticed the coven staring at him once more, but it wasn't in fear this time.

His lips twitched for a moment before he licked them to help the cracks left by no moisture in his mouth. He trembled in his cuffs, struggling to voice his thoughts. "S-so are you g-gonna let me go..." Jimin asked timidly, though a smile managed to break through when his eyes lightened, "cause guess I could go for another *burp* round..."

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chubby-manggae · 1 year ago

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New prompt!

Sweet 20 year olds Taehyung and Jimin move into a dodgy apartment building after coming out of school. They are just two naive boys who want to get along with everyone.

They decide they want to have a good relationship with their neighbours around them and go to interact.

Only they don’t really understand stranger danger.

Their first neighbour is a strange looking guy called Yoongi, who seems dark and brooding, but Jimin swears he can change him to like the two if he just gets to know them.

Taehyung does the same with their left side neighbour, a couple of men named Hoseok and Jin. They too seem a little strange, but they just think that’s what the neighbourhood is like.

Then finally they meet the man across the hall, Namjoon. He seems like the most normal, and decides to invite the boys around for dinner some time.

The two think it’s a good start to their friendships, but what they don’t realise is that they had just placed themselves as easy targets to some very horrible men.

Yoongi the stalker starts his fierce obsession with Jimin. The boys don’t even bat an eye when they walk in to their house completely unlocked, thinking they had just forgotten, but in actual fact Yoongi had been in there, planting cameras and listening devices. Maybe even a two way mirror from their bathroom into his house so he can stare at the boys when they are showering.

Hoseok and Seokjin were more friendly with Taehyung. They constantly chatted to him in the hall and even started sending around meals for the two to eat when they were busy. It became such an often occurrence for Jin to drop off plates that could fill 6-8 people that Jimin and Tae would be eating left overs for every meal.

Soon they only ever ate what Jin or Hoseok made, which had the Hyung’s plan work even better. With the laced food, the two boys started to really plump up like piggies, the perfect victims.

Namjoon was the worst of all, because he is the instigator. The two didn’t even know that the four older men were working together to add to their collection of playthings. More friends for their first pet Jungkook.

Namjoon made sure he stayed as neutral as possible and then when the day finally came for the big reveal, Jimin and Taehyung went running to Namjoon’s house for safety.

“Oh did the big scary men try to hurt you.” He’d say comforting the now fattened boys as they panted and cried to their Namjoon Hyung, until his demeanour changed too… “it was like luring pigs to the slaughter…” he’d chuckle evilly making both shiver, realising they had just let themselves into the biggest trap of all and now, there was no escape… they were out numbered.

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chubby-manggae · 2 years ago

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SBT Little Bite #25

Jimin looked around the table and found a moment when no one was watching to unbutton his jeans. They just kept ordering trays of meat and adding food to his plate no matter how many times he gave them hesitant looks, leaving him absolutely stuffed. He was surprised the button hadn’t given up already with how full he felt.

It was already hard to say no to his pack member’s cute faces when they encouraged him to do anything, but it was particularly difficult when he was being encouraged to eat during his pre-heat. His hormones made him submissive and anxious which made saying no incredibly difficult for him.

On top of their persistent effort to feed him, Jimin had already been bloated before they arrived with his heat just days away. This had become a bit of a new standard practice with his pack for him over the past few cycles.

Whenever his heat grew closer, Jimin felt like he was constantly being fed. He hadn’t stepped on a scale in a while, but he knew it was going to be the highest it's ever been.

When Jin added another piece to his plate, Jimin felt his nausea spike again. He leaned into Namjoon who was sitting beside him and tucked his face into the alpha’s shoulder. “Seriously, enough, please.”

Tension filled the table as they all stopped chatting and eating to turn their focus to Jimin who sounded distressed. Namjoon wrapped his arm around the omega and scented him gently. “Are you okay, baby?”

Jimin was quiet for a moment. If he were being entirely honest, he really would much rather be at home in his nest than out in a loud, bright restaurant, but he also didn’t want to ruin their night out considering they would be stuck at home for probably the next week.

Knowing he could always trust them with his feelings, he finally just started rambling.

“I just feel nauseous and uncomfortable and you all just keep feeding me and I’m so full that I could be sick, but you know that I can’t say no to any of you when I’m like this because I get emotional so I just keep eating. Ugh, I just want to be home and take these stupid jeans off because they barely fit at this point.”

Jimin pulled away from Namjoon and put his face in his hands, trying really hard to keep his tears at bay because they were in public but also because he wasn’t really upset, just hormonal.

The others immediately started packing up the table to get ready to head home. Jin and Namjoon who were on either side of Jimin comforted him, getting him to come out from his little hiding spot.

Knowing that Jimin typically would never act like this outside of his heat cycle, the others were very receptive to his emotional outburst. They also found his little comment about the food endearing because the entire pack had been loving how well their omega was filling out.

“Come on, Minnie, let’s go home. Thank you for telling us,” Jin said quietly when the omega obviously started to feel bad for ending their dinner.

Jimin sat up and let out a wet laugh, mood shifting immediately after hearing they get to go home. “I hate pre-heat.”

The pack laughed and Namjoon kissed his forehead in response. They also watched with a mix of endearing and interested expressions as Jimin attempted to rebutton his pants - wondering when he unbuttoned them.

The omega sighed as they failed to reach comfortably, not wanting the pressure back on his midsection.

Jimin grabbed Jungkook’s arm, pulling the hair tie off the alpha’s wrist and mumbling under his breath about them being responsible for his added weight. He looped the band around his button to do a makeshift closure that gave him a little more breathing room.

As Jimin stood up, his sweater hugged his now even farther bloated belly and he looked at his middle with a frown. He put his hand on top of his full stomach and said something that encouraged everyone to get home a little bit sooner so they could appreciate his body.

“God, no one’s going to believe I’m in pre-heat if I already look pregnant.”

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chubby-manggae · 2 years ago

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Be Good and Pop Your Buttons

This is a continuation of SBT Little Bite #14

I have never written anything like this before, but this idea has been on my mind constantly so I decided to try it. I hope you like it because I am very nervous to stray from my soft brand lol! 😅

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Taehyung held open the door for his husband, knowing that Jimin was more than ready to be home.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Jimin's hands found his belt to unbuckle it and unbutton his pants.

"I knew I shouldn't have worn these jeans to dinner," he complained while trying to give his stomach more room.

Jimin took a deep breath as he unzipped his jeans, pulling the sides down and finally relaxing his body. His belly rounded out in the v of his pants with red lines showing the evidence of the constricting pressure he just released.

"I agree, baby, you look much better like this," Taehyung said as he sidled up behind his husband and rubbed his hands over Jimin's midsection.

Leaning back into his husband's chest, Jimin tilted his head to press a few kisses along Taehyung's jawline.

"A little warning that we were going to KBBQ would have been nice. I could've eaten more if I wore the right outfit," Jimin pouted.

Taehyung smirked, always enticed by his husband's impressive appetite. "Well...seems like you have more room now. How about a little dessert, my love?"

Jimin smiled, relishing the warm sensation of Taehyung's hands on his skin. He assumed the other was implying a trip to their bedroom as dessert, however, his smile grew wider when his husband stepped away to retrieve a variety box of sweet mochis.

"Oh, you meant literal dessert?" Jimin replied with a giggle, knowing that Taehyung must've planned it all along. He could not recall the family-size box of mochi in their fridge the last time he opened it.

Taehyung raised his brow as he opened the box, making his first selection to feed his husband. "Of course, don't you know that dessert is a two-course meal in this house, Minnie?"

Jimin threw his head back as he laughed, getting cut off by the feeling of pillowy mochi on his lips. He took a lewd bite of the chewy dessert, bringing Taehyung's thumb into his mouth alongside the sweet treat.

Taehyung dragged him in for a heated kiss, tasting the strawberry flavor on his husband's lips. "Let's go get you out of these clothes, baby. You aren't going to need them when I'm done with you."

Grabbing his husband’s hand, Taehyung led Jimin to their bed, laying him back in the middle after slipping his jeans off. He ended up leaving his husband's shirt and boxers on because he loved the sight of tight clothes of Jimin's stuffed belly.

Although he had complained about his outfit, Jimin still managed to put away a decent amount of food at the restaurant. He had digested quite a bit on their way home, but he was still bloated enough to see the evidence of his big dinner.

The box of decadent mochis sat on the nightstand while Taehyung dug through the drawer below, pulling out a long strip of satin fabric. He climbed up on the bed, resting on his knees beside Jimin.

"Arms up, baby," he whispered, wrapping the fabric around the top of their headboard to bind his husband's wrists above his head. The mixture of the silky touch and anticipation brought chills across Jimin's arms.

Taehyung leaned down and brought Jimin into a heated kiss, enjoying the taste of lingering sugar on his husband's lips from his earlier bite in the kitchen. "You're going to be good for me, right, Minnie? I don't want a single bite left in this box."

Jimin nodded, already a little breathless from seeing the tray of eight dense desserts with only one spot empty so far. "'M always good for you."

"Yes, you are, baby, but you know you have to show me," Taehyung replied, adjusting Jimin's shirt so it was pulled down over his stuffed middle. He realized his husband had chosen a shirt with nice little pearl snap buttons which only upped the stakes. "I need to see you lose at least one of these buttons, my love. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," Jimin let out, voice already gravelly with arousal at the thought. These nights were his favorite - impromptu stuffings always turned out to be the best for them.

Taehyung brought the box onto the bed beside him and picked one that look like it was matcha flavored. Jimin opened his mouth and accepted the entire mochi in one bite.

Jimin relaxed back into the pillows, letting his husband feed him at a steady pace - Taehyung's big, warm hands on him while he chewed each one.

At some point, Jimin closed his eyes and just let himself be fed and massaged at Taehyung's will. He lost count after only a few and couldn't find it in himself to care how many there were as long as he hit the goal expected of him.

His stomach started to feel tight, the fabric of his shirt stretching across his skin so taut that he could feel the press of the metal buttons against him.

After swallowing the bite in his mouth, Jimin panted a bit - hoping the deep breaths would help him encourage at least one button to loosen.

When he opened his eyes, Jimin saw Taehyung smirking at him as his husband knew all the little tricks. Taking in his belly, he also realized he was getting close. The gluttonous rice flour in the mochi really helped his bloat.

With a tinge of disappointment, Jimin noticed that the mochi tray was empty which meant he hadn't managed to do it. They weren't particularly into punishment, but it still lessened the satisfaction.

Just as he considered asking Taehyung for a bubbly drink or possibly some ice cream they must've had in the freezer, his husband pulled the empty tray out of the box, tossing it aside and revealing another tray of eight mochis hidden below the first.

"I hope you have more room, baby. I told you, at least one button," Taehyung said as he palmed Jimin's belly and gave it a strong shake.

Jimin threw his head back, moaning deeply from his chest. The heavy weight of food in his stomach jostled around, bringing up a little air that he let out in muffled belches. "More, Tae, please."

"As you wish, my love," Taehyung replied, grabbing two mochis and squishing them into Jimin's mouth. He picked up a bit of filling that slipped out of his husband's lips with his thumb, licking it off with a sensual gaze. "You taste lovely, Minnie."

The next three more went by in a blur, Jimin in a complete haze - feeling as though he was being edged without Taehyung even bringing a hand lower than his belly button.

Now the panting was out of necessity, quickly running out of room as his stomach was still confined by his shirt. Jimin swore the mochis on the bottom tray were bigger than the previous round he ate.

"Touch me, Tae, please," Jimin begged, slightly tugging against the binding fabric on his wrists. Somehow, he had completely forgotten that his arms were tied up, startling himself when he couldn't reach for his own belly.

"Ah, ah, my love. No button, no reward. Now open up," Taehyung replied, giving Jimin no time to respond as he filled his mouth with yet another rich bite. "Two more left."

Jimin groaned, chewing slowly as he was starting to reject the thick, sweet treats. His stomach was protesting him as well - he honestly didn't know how at least one button hadn't slipped apart yet.

Deciding to try adding a little spice to the moment himself, Jimin tightened his stomach a bit, not that he could suck in much. He was going to finish these last three mochis and then take a nice deep breath.

If he could get two buttons at once, Jimin knew that Taehyung would give him the best orgasm of his life.

Taehyung watched as Jimin fought through the last bites of the box. He had hoped that his husband would push himself when he picked up the premium dessert box on his way home that afternoon, but he was feeling a little surprised that they were gone in one sitting.

There was a clear indent below the fabric of his tight shirt from the waistband of Jimin's boxers digging into his taut stomach. Tempted to bring the band down below his belly, Taehyung stopped himself knowing that the pull would probably release at least the bottom button of his shirt.

With a gentle prod, Taehyung felt that even the lowest part of Jimin's belly which was typically the softest part of him was getting firm - his entire middle rounding out from the amount of dense dessert filling his stomach.

Taehyung wasn't sure if Jimin even realized he was doing it, but his husband was letting out quiet groans throughout the last two bites as if he was physically fighting himself to get them down. He felt a shiver run down his spine, overwhelmed with his attraction to Jimin.

There was already skin peeking through two gaps in Jimin's shirt as the last bite went down, the buttons holding on for dear life. After finally swallowing the final bit of sweet filling, Jimin mumbled, "Shit, Tae, so full."

"I know, baby, I can tell. Try to take a deep breath for me," Taehyung encouraged, desperate to get his hands on his husband but holding himself back.

Jimin nodded, trying to ignore the tingling in his fingers as his heavy torso weighed him down. He tilted his head forward to get a look at himself and started to breathe in through his nose, filling his belly with air and feeling the slight pinch of his diaphragm working against his stuffed stomach.

They both watched as the two buttons at the roundest part of his stomach started to stretch farther. Jimin continued, taking one of the deepest breaths he had ever taken until they finally flung apart - one after the other, exposing the smooth skin below.

Taehyung’s hands were on Jimin’s stomach in an instant as they both let out resounding moans at the sight. He spread his fingers across his tight belly, flinging the other buttons apart to gain full access to the beautiful sight below.

After his husband’s shirt was laying by his sides, fully open, Taehyung brought his waistband down to reveal a rigid, red line across Jimin’s skin.

Snapping the band below his stuffed middle, Taehyung watched in satisfaction as Jimin’s belly jiggled - his husband letting out a sigh from the relieved pressure followed by a sharp gasp from the elastic smacking his taut skin.

Without the constricting fabric and the encouraging push from below, his belly expanded even more, protruding up from his abdomen.

“Was good, sir, please,” Jimin mumbled, nearly incoherent with the overwhelming sensations and impending sugar coma.

Taehyung smiled and placed a few open-mouth kisses across Jimin’s belly, giving a new little pink stretchmark some extra attention. “You were so good, baby, perfect for me.”

Jimin tugged against the fabric around his wrists, desperately wanting to get a feel of his own hard work. “Please…”

“Please what, Minnie?” Taehyung continued, teasing the waistband of Jimin’s boxers.

“Need you, Tae,” Jimin breathed out, moaning when he felt his stomach fight back against his husband’s firm press.

Taehyung started to bring his hand lower, relishing in the sweet sounds he could bring from his husband’s lips. He reached up with his other hand and released the tie-up on the headboard, smirking when hands joined him on Jimin’s taut middle and sounds of self-satisfaction filled their bedroom.

Pulling Jimin into a deep kiss, Taehyung loved his sweet taste. He kept them wrapped up until they had to come up for air, Jimin panting into Taehyung’s mouth from their intense effort.

“Touch me, Taehyung, please,” Jimin begged once again, near tears for his husband’s touch.

Taehyung straddled him, pressing his slim abdomen against his husband, further emphasizing Jimin’s absolutely stuffed gut. He rested his weight against him for a moment, enjoying the guttural moan that escaped Jimin’s lips and taking note that they needed to do this more often.

“With pleasure, my love.”

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chubby-manggae · 2 years ago

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Metabolism Mismatch

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Jimin loved Jungkook with his entire heart, but there was just one little thing he would change.

Jungkook was always convincing Jimin to eat whatever he was craving, often unhealthy choices as he completely gave in to his desire for a greasy takeout or a stop by the convenience store. His boyfriend only worked out a few times a week and somehow still had his athletic teenage build completely intact.

Jimin tried to talk him out of it sometimes, wanting healthier options as he was afraid of college weight gain sneaking up on him. He had stopped dancing after his freshman year dance club spot proved to be an added stress he didn’t have time to entertain for any longer.

It wasn’t that Jimin was lazy, he just had a packed schedule and gained weight very easily. He honestly thought dance wouldn’t have made a difference on his waistline considering the crap he and Jungkook ate most of the time.

The unfortunate thing about trying to deny Jungkook what he wanted is that Jimin just couldn’t do it. Aside from wanting his boyfriend to always have everything he could ever want, Jimin was definitely a people pleaser and Jungkook was the number one person he wanted to please at all times.

Jimin was easy to convince with Jungkook’s sweet smiles and the even sweeter orgasms he received for saying yes which meant he started to see the effects of their poor diet choices.

Since moving in with Jungkook for their last two years at SNU, Jimin’s clothes were getting a bit tighter and his stomach was getting a bit softer - his metabolism was no match for his boyfriend’s.

He really did try his best, but Jimin had a weak resolve for a happy Jungkook and sometimes a diner breakfast after a night out or a big bowl of ice cream after passing a difficult exam really did make him feel better.

After their final exams during junior year, Jimin stood in front of the mirror after getting out of the shower. The once flat plane of his stomach had started to gain a little layer of pudge below his belly button. Jimin pinched it between his fingers and frowned at the realization that Jungkook’s food choices were starting to take a toll on him.

Jimin decided to diet and laid down the law with Jungkook, telling him they could not keep eating that way all the time. With summer beach trips on the horizon, he started to feel self-conscious about his truly tiny gain which Jungkook made sure to emphasize how barely noticeable it was.

While he wanted to agree, Jimin was fixated on that little pooch to his belly that had never been there before. He didn’t like that it either sat atop his waistband or was pinched slightly by his jeans which were getting a bit snug.

As suspected, Jungkook didn’t stop buying his preferred snacks and often continued to order takeout. There was always a full supply of snacks in their pantry and even their homecooked dinners were not particularly healthy options, especially when Jungkook went through an American food phase.

The temptation was too strong and Jimin could not stick to his diet well.

Jungkook made this amazing stack of pancakes which was the first thing to pull him in. It just looked too delicious to pass up so Jimin gave in, having a few pancakes and a couple slices of bacon. The way the syrup dripped over the side and the butter melted on top just had Jimin’s mouth-watering that he couldn’t possibly turn it down.

Most people would say that little even balance was good. Cutting food out entirely was too hard and having sweets every once and a while made diets easier to maintain. However, that was not the case for Jimin. Sugar was addictive for him and one taste dragged him back in, his willpower to turn down Jungkook’s creations wasn’t even weak - it was nonexistent.

Soon, Jimin was back on the same path as before.

Sharing spicy tteokbokki and eating entire orders of dumplings for himself happening more than he would like to admit. Electing to have dessert after every meal without needing any extra encouragement. The snacks in the pantry looked too good during a long study day and his sweet tooth just couldn’t say no to the random pastries Jungkook would pick up from the bakery below their apartment.

Instead of dieting, Jimin started running every morning in an attempt to burn extra calories and continued trying to resist the extra snacks and sugary soda that filled their kitchen when he could maintain his composure. His stamina was great, averaging five miles every day and feeling satisfied with his new approach.

However, that temptation still struck and he still managed to gain more weight, a little slower than before but the scale still crept higher. He went through phases of maintaining instead of gaining yet the losing part was what Jimin was just not capable of achieving.

His snug jeans started to get tight until they were at the point of discomfort and then his smallest-sized pairs eventually stopped buttoning. Some of his shirts had started to cling to his soft tummy so much that he wouldn’t wear them outside of their apartment.

Jimin spent most of his time in Jungkook’s hoodies to hide the evidence of his complete lack of willpower. Whenever his boyfriend complained about him stealing his wardrobe, Jimin made sure to remind Jungkook that it was his fault that Jimin’s own clothes didn’t fit right anymore.

By the time they graduated SNU, Jimin had gained almost twenty pounds in their senior year on top of the ten or so from their junior year and he was still trying and failing his diets regularly. Jungkook thought he looked adorable with his added weight - constantly telling his boyfriend that he loved his rounder ass and softer tummy, but his compliments fell on deaf ears.

They moved out of their college apartment, both getting full-time jobs easily and finding a new place to build their life together.

Jungkook was able to jump straight into freelance graphic design with his own business out of their home office because of his solid work during college. Jimin worked as an apprentice for an interior design house, rendering design and gaining experience until he could create his own business.

Jimin, in some ways, was thankful that he found a work-from-home job that meant he didn’t need to go through the struggle of buying a new, bigger-sized professional wardrobe. The downside was the fact that he had open access to their pantry and Jungkook still maintained his college eating habits.

Although it hadn’t been a large amount, Jimin still put on a bit of weight during the transition. His daily runs continued and he was incredibly proud of that, but it just wasn’t enough to fight off his food intake that was fostered by his voracious boyfriend.

One night about six months after their move changed everything.

Walking out of their bedroom while trying to stretch his shirt that was clinging to his midsection, Jimin tried to keep a positive attitude. He had just weighed himself and surprise, surprise - the number was higher.

Jungkook would probably argue that it was only seven pounds since the last time he weighed himself, but Jimin would have to counter him that he weighed himself the morning after their friend, Hoseok’s birthday dinner which was just over a month ago.

Even though he really did try to stay positive, the sight of Jungkook placing their dinner order on his phone quickly changed Jimin’s tune. It was like his boyfriend got off on trying to sabotage his diets.

Jimin snarkily told Jungkook that the weight would catch up with him one day after his boyfriend placed a large pizza delivery. Jungkook simply laughed it off and finished off his cup of instant ramen even though their dinner was just two hours away.

Jimin watched his boyfriend unpack their food onto the coffee table after it arrived, his shirt riding up at one point to reveal his still flat and toned stomach. He wasn’t jealous of Jungkook, but he was annoyed with his own body for being so susceptible to weight gain.

Sitting down beside Jungkook who was already eating straight from the box, Jimin looked down at his belly that his t-shirt was clinging to in a way that really highlighted the growing soft curve of his middle.

Thinking it over in his head, Jimin was honestly confused about what his big hold-up was when it came to his weight gain. He was in a very happy, committed relationship with a stable career. His boyfriend made it clear that he loved him and his body, often telling Jimin how cute he was and how sexy he looked.

Jimin also enjoyed food very much and liked the way it gave him opportunities to try new things, spend time with his friends, and share nights with Jungkook. He thought about how sad he was trying to resist the pizza in front of him and realized he was being a bit ridiculous.

Without further hesitation, Jimin picked up a slice of pizza and started eating it happily, feeling bolstered by Jungkook’s proud smile. The internal restraint was lifted and Jimin finally indulged fully in a way he had been desperate to for months.

Jungkook was entranced by his boyfriend’s sudden gusto, pausing his own dinner to watch Jimin eat mindlessly. He thought about all those times that Jimin forced himself to work through a bowl of bland porridge that he didn’t want while Jungkook ate something delicious.

Jimin ate more than he even knew he could, polishing off an entire pizza himself while alternating sips of Coke and some of the buttery garlic knots. His stomach was packed in a way it had never been before, fighting against the tight fabric of his shirt and it honestly felt amazing.

Leaning back against the cushions further emphasized his bloated belly, rounding out from his abdomen in a way that would have him self-conscious just hours ago but now felt satisfying. Jimin smiled when Jungkook’s hand snuck over, starting gently with a comforting belly rub.

As Jimin considered asking Jungkook to take him to bed and continue the nice massage of his stuffed middle without his confining shirt on, his boyfriend asked a question that would change the dynamic of their relationship.

“You feel like having dessert, baby?” Jungkook asked softly, hands still working the taut skin of Jimin’s belly.

The thought made Jimin’s cheeks heat up and a shot of arousal ran through his groin. He looked at his boyfriend with a soft smile and nodded. “Yeah, I think I do, Ggukie.”

Jungkook leaned over and kissed him deeply, running his hand from the bottom of Jimin’s bloated belly all the way up to his cheek. “I’ll go get that cake from Jinnie. You really liked the flavor.”

Jimin blushed deeper and nodded again with a little embarrassed whimper. He did love the flavor of that cake and he also knew that there were three pieces left. The thought had him excited, especially when he remembered the pure attraction in his boyfriend’s eyes.

Bringing both hands to the top of his belly, Jimin ran his hands back and forth over the skintight fabric and gave his stomach a few soft smacks as he thought about the way it would keep getting tighter - maybe outgrowing his shirt soon if Jungkook’s enthusiasm was anything to go by.

The dense sound of his hand landing on his taut belly sent a shiver up his spine, thinking about how nice it felt to finally give in. He had a nearly forty-pound headstart built over the past two years without even trying so who knew where he would end up between Jungkook's passionate approach to everything and his own sluggish metabolism.

Jungkook returned with the entire container of cake, a tall glass of milk, and a single spoon. Jimin looked up at him with a wide smile and felt a rush of happiness when the smile was returned.

The night has certainly taken a turn that Jimin was not expecting, but he would say without a doubt that it was the start of something wonderful.

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chubby-manggae · 2 years ago

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20 Days of Chub: Jikook Edition

I have been writing for a long time and Jikook has always been one of my favorite ships to write. I finally posted all of my saved works that were piling up in my drafts so that means new stories to write!

I am going to attempt the 20 Days of Chub challenge with a prompt list I have put together from a few different blogs - all Jikook edition!

It will be on AO3 and the first story has been posted. A few of the fics in the series will be taken from the original SBT collection with more developed stories. I hope you enjoy!

SBT 20 Days of Chub: Jikook Edition

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chubby-manggae · 2 years ago

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Chubby Alexander maybe?? Please??

goodGOOD GOOG DGOOD

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chubby-manggae · 2 years ago

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i feel very out of place asking this, since this is mostly a polysquad blog, but have you considered soft hamliza? :3

Soft Hamiliza is good hamiliza

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chubby-manggae · 2 years ago

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John stuffing Alex and not letting him stop till his jeans button pops!

Almost there….

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chubby-manggae · 2 years ago

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SBT Little Bite #14