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[pudgecuddles]

Three years in the making, my goodness!

SPECIMEN'S CHAMBER - CH 1: THE OBSERVATION

Marine Life was Jimins life and he loved his work more than anything else. Especially the fact that his laboratory was located on an island with no one but himself and his two co-workers. They had found incredible sea life here and got to name a few. However their biggest finding would soon be something so close to a human, that danger was imminent. But all three of them were blinded by their curiosity. Curiosity kills the cat, or in this case, scientists.

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Soooo, I think this is the first time that I said I'd post something new and that actually fucking post it the same day 1H later lmao. Enjoy! This has been cooking for 3 years, kinda was finished and proof read 3 years ago but at the time other fics were being posted and this one got out on the back burner and then I kinda forgot about it lmao.

Another plendid piece of work done with the wonderful @chubbymoongoddess! Go follow her! She just recently posted again on ao3 and it's so worth it checking out!!

[pudgecuddles]

Shamelessly reblogging my own post because it’s still true.

When I’m trying to decide how heavy to make the boys when writing:

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I. Love. Halloween! 🎃

Boosting this great idea! I’m definitely going to try and participate in this!

Also, it’s hilarious, Cherry and I were just talking today and before I even saw her post in the community, I had asked her what she thought about me hosting a 12 Days of Chubmas event this year! What a coincidence!

The holidays will definitely be hot in 2025! 🥵

Reblog this post if you’re interested in joining! ✍️

🍒🎃 Cherry's Chubtober 2025

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Hi Yall! Wanted to see if anyone would be interested in joining me in doing a mini chubtober this year?

I am not only a huge fan of halloween but also HUGE chubtober enthusiast lol. I thought that since this is my first year as an official author I wanted to give myself a little bit of a writing challenge! The full 31 days are a bit too much work for me currently, so I thought about sizing it down to a week of ~spooky~ prompts.

Chubtober Week 2025 (10/25-10/31):

Day 1: Curses, Spells, & Witches…oh my

Day 2: Ghostly Goodness

Day 3: Fall Feast

Day 4: Mad Scientist 

Day 5: Candy Craze

Day 6: Eerie Encounters

Day 7: Wicked Whimsies

Of course anyone joining is free to substitute any days you want or add anything to the existing prompts. I made this as a very self indulgent list 😅 with all the prompts I personally wanted to write so again feel free to change it up to your own interest!!!

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Double And Then Some - YoonKook(?)

Temporary immobility, stuffing, butter eating, big sizes, slight gas.

Yoongi loved food.

All food. Good, bad, mediocre.

As long as he could eat it, it was in his belly.

It wasn’t always like this, back when he was younger and had a better metabolism he would just pick at his food, not really interested in things like flavor or texture. But as soon as he hit age thirty, suddenly his appetite skyrocketed while his metabolism nose dived.

Now, over twice the size he used to be, with his lower belly, thighs and ass soaking up the majority of the weight, Yoongi couldn’t stop himself from eating everything put in front of him.

And boy did he always have food available, thanks to his younger culinarily inclined roommate, Jungkook.

The boy loved to cook and was even in school to become a pastry chef. So when he needed someone to eat his mistakes or left overs, he just put them within reaching distance of Yoongi and by the end of the hour they were digesting in his big doughy stomach, turning the empty calories into more and more fat cells ready to settle into his wide body.

Exams were coming up and Jungkook was practicing like crazy. Even Yoongi with his bottomless appetite and stretched out stomach could barely keep up.

Yoongi hiccupped as he felt his belly balloon even further, full of Jungkook’s never ending macaroons, eclairs and croissants. Today had been challenging for them both.

Jungkook, despite his perfect scores all year, was panicking over his dessert execution. And Yoongi was struggling to keep up with his roommates rejected batches.

Could he just put them in the fridge for later, give himself time to digest? Well, yes. But Yoongi was thinking with his taste buds at the moment so the thought never even crossed his mind.

The obese man sees food, food goes in belly. Simple as that.

Yoongi’s thick fingers shove more sugary desserts into his fat face, getting cream and crumbs all over his chins and shirt.

As the volume of food in his belly increased, so too did the strain of keeping up with the stream of baked goods. Yoongi broke out into a sweat, coloring his already dirty, too small T-shirt with sweat stains under his pits, neck rolls and flabby breasts.

He was struggling but the sheer volume of food in him formed a warm tingling sensation that only grew more pleasurable as he over indulged. His gut, when empty, was already large enough to more than cover his knees while sitting, now hung low only a couple inches away from both the hardwood floor and the pushed out coffee table as he stuffed it further.

His huge thighs were pushed apart in an attempt to make room for his pendulous belly to grow, but their sheer size made it so that they still touched no matter how wide he split them apart. The insides of where his thighs and crotch met was perpetually rubbed red from the friction of waddling around while being so fucking overweight.

Yoongi knew he was out of control, but he just couldn’t stop himself anymore. Food tasted so good, being stuffed felt so good, growing bigger made him feel happy.

Last he had weighed himself, he was creeping up on five hundred pounds. Yoongi couldn’t help but wonder if he’d hit that milestone yet. Or maybe even passed it?

“Here, Hyung! I totally fucked these up, I accidentally put double the sugar into them cause I wasn’t thinking.” Jungkook placed a bowl of thick frosting in front of Yoongi on the coffee table. “I’ve gotta go check the cake in the oven and make a new batch. Enjoy!”

Yoongi couldn’t even get a word in before the younger man was off like a shot back into the kitchen.

Mentally shrugging, he eagerly reached for the bowl of frosting but-

He couldn’t reach it.

Jungkook had placed it too far away from him. Probably because the side tables that were easier to reach were all covered with empty and dirty dishes.

Yoongi huffed in annoyance before rocking his large wobbling body back and forth before attempting a second reach.

His chubby fingers graze the edge of the bowl before the bulk of his bloated gut forced his out of shape body back into a reclined position.

That’s fine then, he’ll just stand up and grab it.

Gripping the right side of the two person couch his lower half now completely filled up, Yoongi rocked a few times again before gaining the momentum to stand up.

Except instead he plopped back down on the couch causing it to creak ominously.

A loud belch was jostled out of him from the impact, startling himself.

What?

He was stuck?

Yoongi had eaten too much food it seemed and was so full and heavy that his center of gravity changed temporarily. Standing seemed to be impossible without assistance for now.

Time to call in reinforcements.

“Jungkook! Kookie! I need you for a bit!”

Yoongi felt kind of pathetic, having to beg his younger roommate to help his fat ass grow fatter. But that frosting, so thick it looked like play dough, was calling to him.

“What, Hyung?! I’m a little busy right now!”

“I can’t reach the frosting, I’m too fat!”

In for a penny, in for a pound.

It took a couple minutes but Jungkook eventually made his way back to the living room. He blinked a couple times as he looked, really looked, at his roommate for the first time in months.

“Oh wow, you’re not kidding… since when did you get so big?”

Yoongi gave him a flat expression. How did the kid not realize Yoongi had blown up over the last few months of his kitchen experiments?

“Since you started freaking out about finals. Now help me get the frosting, I’m starving.”

It wasn’t true. Yoongi was stuffed to the brim with sugar, his upper belly rock hard, sensitive and flushed pink, but his brain told him he needed more, more, more.

Jungkook poked and prodded various parts of Yoongi’s fat body, as if inspecting the damage his cooking did to his Hyung.

“Wow, your tits are bigger than my ex-girlfriend’s!”

“Aish, enough of that you brat.” Yoongi swatted his hand away from pinching his perpetually hard nipples. “Make yourself useful and give me the frosting already.”

“Fine, fine. Here you go.”

Now with the mixing bowl in hand, Yoongi didn’t even bother with the spoon Jungkook handed him and began eating the frosting with his chubby hands.

The frosting really was dough like from all the extra sugar. Very convenient if you asked Yoongi.

Jungkook watched in amusement and vague disgust as his older roommate made a pig of himself. Yoongi’s chins and jowls made his breathing sort of sound like snorting, so the comparison wasn’t inaccurate.

Yoongi suddenly moaned, his belly slowly extending further towards the floor.

Wow thats weird. Jungkook stared.

“Do… do you want more?” Jungkook offered hesitantly.

Yoongi grunted what Jungkook assumed was an affirmative.

Soon the bowl was empty and Yoongi’s stomach was screaming at him in both pain and pleasure.

He trembled from the pressure in his belly, damn he needed a belly rub…

“Jungkook! Where are you?!” Yoongi realized his audience was gone. “I need you to rub my stomach.”

Jungkook popped out around the corner with a platter of what looked like… sticks of butter? “Gross Hyung. You know I’m not gay.”

“It’s not gay.” Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Just rub my- wait, what’s that?”

“Butter.”

“I know, dummy, but what are you doing with it?”

Jungkook smirked. “Feeding it to you!”

Yoongi paused and thought about it. He was already morbidly obese and unhealthy in a multitude of ways. He logically knew that eating the butter would wreck havoc on his system at best, but would consuming pure fat taste good? He needed to know.

“Fine. You can feed me the butter.”

“Hell yeah!”

“Why are you so excited about this? You’re not like, getting off on this are you?” Yoongi felt a little like a hypocrite by accusing him of that, when he himself found an odd sort of pleasure from this.

“Nah, I don’t swing that way, and even if I did you’re more like a brother to me than anything. I’m just curious. Never seen anyone eat straight butter before!”

Yoongi attempted to cross his arms, but the flabby limbs were too large to fully cross so he gave up.

“Fine, but you have to rub my belly as you feed me, or I won’t let you.”

“Deal.”

They shook hands on it.

What followed was the most erotic thing Yoongi had ever experienced.

Jungkook expertly kneaded his immense spread of belly fat like it was the bread dough he made every day. His fingers were dexterous, so similar to how Yoongi’s used to look hundreds of pounds ago. Yoongi grunted and groaned between the burps that Jungkook massaged out of him.

Good, he’s making room for the butter. Jungkook thought, mostly unbothered by the gas.

It was only after Yoongi’s flushed face turned red after he let out an unexpected rumbling fart that Jungkook decided he’d made enough room for the ten sticks of butter to enter his friend.

“Here you go, Hyung. The first one.”

Yoongi obediently opened his mouth for the first stick and took a bite out of the offered treat. Half the stick was now in his mouth, melting. It was salted butter it seemed. Yoongi would need a drink to wash it all down soon.

Chewing butter was weird, he decided. It was hard, mushy and slimey all at once. The experience should have ended there, with his curiosity. But the grossness of the butter was soon pushed to the back of his mind as he swallowed. The fatty bar had mostly turned to liquid in his mouth, and as the grease slid down his gullet Yoongi’s brain couldn’t help but wonder just how much fatter the entire tray would make him?

He suddenly, desperately wanted to find out.

“So, how is it?”

“Greasy.” Yoongi said. “Now gimme more, I’m hungry.”

Jungkook laughed before feeding him the rest of the first stick.

It went down faster this time, as Yoongi was more focused on the action of eating than the sensation or experience.

The next two bars were eaten in a similar manner, liquid butter was dribbling out of the corners of his mouth and down into the rolls of his neck.

Jungkook was in awe of his obese Hyung. He wasn’t really into fat dudes, but something about feeding Yoongi pure fat and playing with his gelatinous gut like this kinda felt nice. Therapeutic?

Was force feeding your already fat roommate literal lard considered a war crime? He wondered deliriously.

Yoongi was now taking three bites per stick by the fifth one. He slowed down in his gluttony as his belly filled up once more.

It hurt again now, and the hiccups came back.

“M-Moh behry -hic!- wubs… pleashe.” Yoongi slurred while chewing the sixth stick of butter

Jungkook didn’t need to say anything as he held the seventh stick up to Yoongi’s plush lips with one hand and pressed into his doughy belly again with the other.

Yoongi moaned, sweating hard now as he slurped up the seventh stick and swallowed with minimal chewing.

It wasn’t even about curiosity anymore.

Yoongi just needed to eat. To consume. To put more calories into his body.

Whatever it took.

Eyes half lidded, Yoongi grunted something unintelligible at Jungkook and suddenly the eighth stick of butter was in his mouth.

He automatically chewed and swallowed, butter squirting out of his greasy lips and onto his ruined shirt.

Jungkook dabbed his palm into the butter stain and used the grease to better rub Yoongi’s belly with. The older man was filling up even more than he was before he started rubbing. Peaking down to where his massive belly hung over the couch, Jungkook saw only a couple centimeters of space sat between the cold flooring and the saggy bottom of Yoongi’s gut.

Jungkook grinned, something nasty in him stirring. He wanted them to make contact so badly. To see the look on Yoongi’s face when he realizes just how massive he’d grown. To know how far gone he is.

The ninth stick took four bites, the globs of fat mushing in between his teeth.

Yoongi panted and moaned in discomfort. His thick arms hugged the sides of his belly, too fat and too short to reach around the mountain of his gut.

He tried to press his hands into the sides of his beanbag sized belly but he was so fat that all he could do was squish it around uselessly.

Giving up, he set his palms onto the sides of his vastly bloated thighs and began squeezing them for comfort.

Jungkook watched greedily as his Hyung groped himself desperately, snorting and moaning and sweating like a pig.

It was strangely exhilarating knowing that it was his own doing that made him into this. This obese hog of a man.

The tenth and final stick of butter breached Yoongi’s lips slowly, sensually.

Half way through the stick Yoongi started shaking.

He quivered as he palmed and gripped at the sides of his beyond swollen gut, unable to do anything to help the sensation of pure fullness.

The last bite he let sit in his mouth until it was fully liquid. Yoongi then let the butter trickle down his throat, letting gravity do the work he himself couldn’t anymore.

Ten sticks of butter.

Downed.

Jungkook stared in awe as Yoongi gasped and squirmed before freezing, a shocked expression on his fat face.

“Wha-?” Yoongi’s hazy eyes widened. “What’s that feelin’? M’ belly’s cold…”

Jungkook threw himself to the floor and ducked his head.

There it was, the bottom of Yoongi’s flab had finally rested itself on the cold, hard floor. Jungkook excitedly popped back up.

“You got so big, Hyung! Your belly’s touching the floor!”

Yoongi froze, reality crashing over his fucked up state of mind.

He was a super morbidly obese, temporarily(?) immobile, gluttonous excuse of a man, who’s belly has sagged so low that it has now begun to rest on the floor.

His cheeks reddened as hot humiliation flooded his butter filled system. Fuck he was so fat.

“Don’t worry, Hyung, I've decided that even if you become immobile, I’ll help you out.” Jungkook couldn’t help but offer. “You won’t have to lift a finger!”

Did Yoongi want that though? His temporary immobility was one thing, but the way that Jungkook was talking it felt like he was aiming for something more permanent?

Whatever it was, Yoongi no longer had the self control to say no.

“M’kay.” He mumbled.

“I'd prefer a yes or no from you, Hyung.”

Yoongi’s eyes glistened as he wiggled in place attempting to see if he could stand or not.

Nope, he was too heavy.

Fuck it.

“Yes… I want it.”

“Want what? Use your words.” Jungkook began rubbing his overstuffed belly again.

“Yes! -URRRRRRP- I wanna get so much fatter! M-Make me immobile, please, Jungkook.”

“Sure. I’ll help then.” Jungkook smiled at the pathetic display in front of him. “You must be thirsty, I’ll go grab you some soda.”

Yoongi’s face heated up even more, a blooming warmth flooding his body.

Soda.

Sugar.

Calories.

Fat.

Yoongi.

And Jungkook was there to help.

[pudgecuddles]

Oh wow, that was very hot 🥵

I love the way you described Joon’s body! Especially his tits 🤭

In which it's Jimin's turn to feed the pack's leader Alpha.

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This is relatively short but I am kind of proud of it? If people like it, I may try to write more of it. I have a whole day planned out for J1min to feed Namj00n and pleasure him. Anyway, please enjoy my first actual drabble since 2022.

[pudgecuddles]

Tipping The Balance

Jin/Tae

Fat to Immobile | Power Dynamics | Weighing and Measuring (prompts gotten from a generator)

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Jin had always been fat.

He met Taehyung when fat, he went to college when fat and they moved in together when fat.

It was only after they cohabited that Taehyung realized he liked Jin more than fat.

So Taehyung decided that Jin needed to eat more. And because Taehyung told him to, he did.

Jin had always plateaued around two hundred and seventy pounds. He’d been that weight since high school for Pete’s sake.

But with the help of his boyfriend, Jin broke his limits and began gaining again for the first time in a decade.

It started slowly with his clothes getting tighter. Then he popped the buttons off his shirt. Then his pants. Then ripped a hole in his underwear.

Taehyung was ecstatic that Jin was gaining so smoothly again.

Jin was a little nervous, but the heat in his lower belly every time Taehyung told him the newest set of numbers from the scale and their measuring tape made it all worth it.

Soon he began to see a change in his appetite. He was always eating something these days.

His stomach was successfully stretched out by all of Taehyung’s stuffing sessions.

He soon reached three fifty.

Taehyung liked to hold him in front of the mirror, to show Jin the ever increasing space between the hands cradling his expanding gut.

His clothes quickly became just tshirts and sweatpants.

Then just sweat pants.

Then just underwear.

Jin would be embarrassed but it wasn’t like Taehyung let him leave the house anymore, citing too much exercise being bad for his gains.

“Strip.”

“Yes, Taehyung.”

Jin, now four hundred pounds, attempted to take his tight underwear off, but only ended up sweaty and huffing in exertion.

He was too out of shape to take them off.

“Can’t get them off?” Taehyung slapped Jin’s globular ass. “Is my Fatty too big to get naked anymore?”

“Yes. I’m- I’m too fat to take off my underwear.” Jin panted from exhaustion and excitement. “Please help me!”

“I don’t think so… I think I’ll have you grow out of them. Don’t you think it would be hot to grow so fat you rip your underwear off?”

Jin shuddered at the thought. Was it revulsion or pleasure he was feeling? These days, with his decreasing health and mobility it was hard to tell.

“Yes, I want that.”

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It was fifty two pounds later that Jin’s huge ass spontaneously ripped his now filthy underwear to shreds.

Taehyung celebrated that night with introducing something called a gainer shake to their stuffings.

Jin loved the taste, but he loved the pleased smile that Taehyung gave him even more.

With the addition of gainer shakes and the lack of exercise, Jin blew up with fat.

Now six hundred pounds, it was difficult for him to stand from the couch he spent most of his time these days.

He’d grown bigger than he’d ever thought imaginable.

Now that he was nearly double his already huge starting weight, Jin was anticipating the day that Taehyung stopped stuffing him and started up a maintenance diet.

His boyfriend must be satisfied by now?

Right?

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Taehyung bought a new bed. One that could measure Jin’s weight as he reclined.

Now that Jin was nearly seven hundred pounds, he found movement extremely difficult.

Walking was becoming increasingly impossible for the severely obese man. His waddling caused his huge belly apron to slap against his shins with each stuttering step.

So, Taehyung decided that he shouldn’t struggle anymore.

“Just lay down. It’s nice and soft I promise.”

“But what if I can’t stand back up again?”

“It’ll be fine, I’ll help you get up if you need to. You worry too much.”

“You promise…?”

“Promise.”

Jin never stood again.

-

The bed read eight hundred and fifty pounds.

Or at least that’s what the grinning Taehyung said, since Jin couldn’t turn his thick neck to read the screen anymore.

Jin opened his mouth obediently for the tube that Taehyung held out.

Real meals were becoming increasingly less common, with the upgraded gainer shake taking over his diet.

Jin wasn’t sure what upgraded meant, all he knew was that he was always ravenous these days.

Taehyung turned on the machine that sent shake through the tube and Jin relaxed his throat to let the liquid slide down like usual.

Tasting things had taken a backseat these days, growing bigger was his only goal.

Did Jin expect that this was what his future would entail living with Taehyung?

No.

Was it what he wanted?

Jin pondered this as his fat lips continued to suck at the tube.

He almost could feel himself growing fatter with each gulp.

Taehyung pet his expanding belly fat as Jin drank his concoction.

“You’re beautiful.”

Jin supposed it didn’t really matter what he wanted. As long as Taehyung was pleased, so was he.

-

One thousand pounds.

Jin stared at the picture that Taehyung had showed him of the bed’s scale screen.

A spike of fear ran through Jin.

Was he really that big?

Looking down as much as he could through the fat on his face and neck, Jin took it all in.

His body was immense, and full of stretch marks indicating that he hadn’t stopped growing and most likely never will.

He whimpered, scared.

What had happened to him?! Why did he let it get this bad?!

“Fuck you’re so hot, Jin.”

Jin was snapped out of his pity party at Taehyung’s words. The slim man who ruined him was jerking off to the sight of the blob that made up Jin’s body these days.

“So fat. You’re so fucking fat, Jin. And you’re only gonna get fatter-“

Taehyung came twice that day, once just looking at Jin and again while tube feeding him.

Jin’s mind relaxed. Taehyung seemed so happy that Jin was half a ton. And if Taehyung was happy then so was Jin.

I guess another couple hundred pounds couldn’t hurt?

[pudgecuddles]

hobi in far too skinny jeans with his love handles bulging over the waistband, skin full with love bites from the members ... much to think about

Mmm, yes… imagine the huffing and puffing it took to get those jeans over his thick thighs and bulging butt only for him to have the biggest muffin top moment afterwards.

And you KNOW he’s just gonna split the seat of his pants once he gives in and sits down. Maybe even popping the button off at the same time?

Of course he’d feel embarrassed at first, but that shame would quickly turn into searing hot arousal. He’d grown so quickly, it was hard to tell what purple splotches on his belly was love bites and what was stretch marks, or some combination of the two.

Now he could barely wear clothes that seemed to fit not even a month ago!

Yes, much to think about 🧐

[pudgecuddles]

feedism fic prompt generator is done! I used a kinktober prompt generator as the template for this & heavily (ha!) edited it to have a primary focus on feedist tropes, settings, dynamics, etc.

since I made this mostly for my own use a few things I'm unwilling to write about are missing including death feedism, slob, preg, health issues, etc. most everything else should be included thanks to suggestions from you guys & some time spent browsing ao3 to make sure I wasn't forgetting anything! if your favorite trope isn't in here it's super easy to create your own personalized version by clicking edit & then saving your own copy with any tweaks.

if you think this is a useful resource please rb so more people can find this! since moving accounts I have my blog hidden from search results & less than 1/10th of the followers I had before.

[pudgecuddles]

Been looking at pictures of Hobi’s slutty little waist lately and can’t help but wonder what it would look like pumped full of lard and hanging heavy over his waistband…

[pudgecuddles]

Can’t stop thinking about obese Yoongi being fed an entire cake before breaking the couch he’s sitting on.

Imagine how badly his body would jiggle at the impact. Belly, ass, thighs, arms, jowls.

His feeder would just stand there in awe as Yoongi struggles to stand from his lowered position, trembling arms reaching out, grumbling for help while trying to hide his vivid blush.

Both not wanting the moment to end yet, they just end up stuffing him further, desperate to see just how far they can take it. How far his stomach can be stretched before its softness touches the floor.

[pudgecuddles]

I have never felt more normal 😃

Yeah feeling totally normal about this 😵‍💫

[pudgecuddles]

Diminutive Chapter 2

“Dude. Namjoon’s been trying to get your attention. The food can wait.” He chuckled sadly. “Wait, huh?” Jungkook looked up at Namjoon. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing’s wrong! Well, there actually is something- but it’s not inherently wrong, just a little weird that we all discovered, that you might have been warned about that you may not remember because it was only reported recently so it may not have-” “Oh my god, Namjoon.” Seokjin swallowed his most recent bite of food before turning to look at Jungkook. “If you can’t say it, I will.” “Say what?” Jungkook was nervous now.

Okay so the smut is actually next chapter, but this one is still full of kinky shenanigans so no worries.

Read Chapter 2 Here!

[pudgecuddles]

Painfully accurate 😅

Me: *telling all my friends I love to read*

Friends: “Ohh, like what books?”

In my mind: …All I read are ao3 fics. I should seriously stop telling people this.

[pudgecuddles]

Diminutive Chapter 1

In a world concerned with the average person's environmental footprint, leading scientists in biology propose a new and controversial permanent procedure to the world's governments. Diminution. A year after the program takes place, Jungkook is finally able to volunteer himself for the MICRO program after waiting to be drafted for months. Now the size of a spoon, Jungkook must bond with his new Diminution Transition Host Namjoon and his fellow Smalls as they'll be his new family for the rest of his life. But why is everyone so fat? And why is he so hungry all the time? Turns out there's consequences to Going Small, side effects that Jungkook will discover as his body teaches him a lesson in messing with the natural order of things. A lesson the others know intimately well.

I finally got the writing bug back! And during a time where none of my various physical and mental health problems are affecting me!

First chapter is world building with hints of kink, second chapter will most likely be extraordinarily kinky and smutty, feat. obese belly fucking.

Read Diminutive Here!

[pudgecuddles]

I can definitely include the competitive angle!

Also, sorry about being so vague ^_^; I was having a hard time articulating the set up without going overboard like I normally do.

Basically, due to circumstances, a percentage of the world is drafted into being shrunk down permanently to minimize their environmental impact.

Namjoon is a normal sized human that hosts the other shrunken members in his home. The 6 tiny ones aren’t initially feedees but noticed over time that they were getting chubby or even fat.

They hypothesized that something about the shrinking process messed up their ability to burn fat somehow. All they know is that they’re destined to forever keep gaining weight.

Eventually they realize they’re kinda into it and so is Namjoon. THEN the kink happens.

So basically, I’m trying to brainstorm ideas for after they accept their situation, if that makes sense? I think I’ll have maybe one of them start out as a closeted feedee just for flavor, you know?

Hope that helped clarify things! <3

In the middle of drafting a fic where everyone but NJ are doll sized accidental feedees but am running empty on ideas for kinky scenes.

If y’all have any ideas for some tiny Tannies gaining weight and being obese, lemme know and I’ll try to incorporate them if they fit the storyline!

[pudgecuddles]

In the middle of drafting a fic where everyone but NJ are doll sized accidental feedees but am running empty on ideas for kinky scenes.

If y’all have any ideas for some tiny Tannies gaining weight and being obese, lemme know and I’ll try to incorporate them if they fit the storyline!

[pudgecuddles]

Ao3 is down for maintenance, I guess it’s time to actually write my own shit lol