#I'm not even sure what he put in those gainer shakes

[blubberprincess]

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[whats-k-popping]

Hey! How are you? Would you mind writing 19 from the "Are you okay?" Prompt list for Jungkook?

Hello Hello! I'm doing so well. Hope you're doing well yourself, anon! Of course I don't mind! Thanks for your request! I did decide to try doing something new here (I've never written overindulgence before.)

I do hope you'll enjoy this! I've had this idea in my head for months now and thought this prompt would be the perfect excuse to finally write it. But if you wanted an illness based fic or aren't into overindulgence, you can request again.

Pairing - JiKook - platonic intentions, but open to interpretation.

Prompt: *wraps arms around belly and starts to cry* "No."

Words: 1947 (Went over my limit for drabbles, oops. I honestly just didn't want to delete any scenes.)

Warnings: Emeto || Overeating/Overindulgence (not gainer/f33dee content) || Graphic Descriptions of Illness || Public Vom!ting

Jungkook doesn’t usually deviate from his meal plans. And if he does, he’ll make up for it with extra exercise. He cares a lot about his health, he does what he needs to do in order to take care of his body. He’s proud of his physique. He maintains it with rigorous workouts and strict diets. It doesn’t even feel like a chore to him anymore. He loves it, it’s a part of his regular routine. 

But he’s not perfect. Like anyone, he gives himself a cheat day. It’s rare. And only when he knows he has nothing major coming up on his schedule for at least a week. Because when Jungkook cheats on his diets, he cheats. Fatty meats, fried foods, heavy carbs, and sugary sweets. Anything he can get his hands on that isn’t a vegetable. Anything that isn’t on his meal plan. He fits as much as he can into his stomach in those designated 24 hours. For just one day, he wants to be lazy. He just wants to eat and relax. 

Jungkook has just finished licking the remains of fried chicken off his fingertips. Three empty take-out containers sit before him. He leans back in his chair and puts his hands on his bloated stomach, rubbing over the bulging area. He’s on the cusp of feeling uncomfortably full. Just one more bite could send him over the edge. He lets out a string of deep belches as his stomach works to digest. He hopes to make room for a delicious dessert later in the evening. 

Hunger effectively quelled, he scrolls through Netflix until he stumbles upon a new show to watch. He decides to just go with whatever’s trending at the moment; he loves to stay relevant. He’s starting the second episode when there’s a knock at his door. Jungkook stands to answer, noting that his stomach still feels heavy. He tries to take a deep breath, but his stomach is still too bloated. It hurts to expand his diaphragm. His efforts leave him belching in an attempt to make room. He shakes it off and cleans up the evidence of his feast. Just because he’s more than earned a cheat day doesn’t mean he wants anyone to know.  

It’s Jimin. Jungkook looks at him with curiosity. He’s dressed in shorts and a muscle shirt. He’s dripping with sweat and panting as he stands in the doorway. “Can I come in?” Jimin asks, already sneaking past the maknae and inviting himself inside. 

Jungkook rolls his eyes at the smaller member and closes the door, “Sure, hyung, help yourself.” And so Jimin does. He rushes right to Jungkook’s kitchen and pours himself a glass of water, gulping it down greedily. The glass is empty after one go. “Did you forget to bring a water bottle?” Jimin nods, refilling the glass. He works down the second glass, smacking his lips together in satisfaction when it’s empty. 

Jungkook chuckles at his hyung, laughing any harder hurts his stomach. He goes back to the couch to resume his show. He expects Jimin to leave now that he’s hydrated. But Jimin washes the glass and sets it on the drying rack before wandering over to Jungkook. He grabs a banana on the way. “I’ve seen this. Want me to tell you how it ends?” Jimin chuckles, sitting down beside the younger member. 

��Absolutely not.” Jungkook sounds offended at the very idea. He keeps his attention on the TV. 

“Want to come run with me? I only have 5 more kilometers.” Jimin asks cutely, draping himself around Jungkook. 

Jungkook’s lip tugs in disgust. He can’t even fathom the thought of running. Just walking to and from the front door made him feel nauseous. He shakes his head, “Not today, hyung. I’m not in the mood.” 

“What’s this?” Jimin picks his head up, “Our muscle bunny doesn’t want to work out?” he teases. 

He doesn’t want Jimin to know he’s feeling nauseous. He doesn’t want Jimin to know how much he ate. He doesn’t want Jimin to know anything’s wrong. So he quickly fabricates a lie, “I already worked out this morning.” 

Jimin doesn’t want to finish the run himself. He gets bored running alone. He gets bored doing most things alone. So if he has to light a fire under Jungkook to get the company, then he will. “You scared I might be faster than you now?” he continues to tease. 

Of course Jimin’s comment ignites Jungkook’s competitive nature. If he doesn’t go, Jimin will start telling the others that Jungkook was too scared to race him. He can’t have rumors like that running around. He hates losing more than he feels nauseous. Jungkook groans, “Alright, I’ll go running with you. Let me get changed.” Jimin immediately leans off Jungkook in victory. 

Jungkook trudges to his room. He knows he’s going to regret this, but it’ll be worth it to leave Jimin in the dust. He takes off his shirt and looks at himself in the mirror. His stomach is still bloated, a noticeable curve from his otherwise chiseled physique. He rubs it; it’s still hard as a rock. He decides to wear an oversized t-shirt, so Jimin won’t notice, and his loosest pair of basketball shorts. When he bends at the waist to tie his shoes, his stomach gurgles. He knows it’s not a good sign. It’s going to feel like the longest 5k he’s ever run in his life. 

Jimin’s waiting for him to leave, this time with two water bottles in his hands. He tosses one to Jungkook when they head out. Once they’re on the trail, Jimin starts off with a jog. Jungkook’s able to keep up for a while. He grimaces at the cramps forming in his stomach, but they’re all concealed behind his mask. The running shifts the contents of Jungkook’s stomach. He has to keep his mouth closed to prevent any belches from slipping out. He catches them all in his throat and swallows them. 

Surprisingly, Jungkook makes it a full kilometer before he’s certain he’s going to vomit. His stomach is bubbling with rage inside of him. Every stride he makes sends sharp cramps throughout his entire middle. Jimin’s gotten ahead of him now yet he can’t bring himself to care. He’s hiccuping and burping more frequently, sometimes bringing up liquid with them that he quickly swallows back down. 

He has to stop. He eyes a public trash can a few meters away and wills himself just that far. If he’s going to vomit publicly, he can at least make sure it lands in a garbage bin. He stands beside the bin in anticipation. 

“What’s the matter, Kook-ah. Can’t keep up?” Jimin muses. He twists his neck to see Jungkook halted beside the trash. He’s hunched over, his mask pulled down and mouth hanging over opening. Even from several meters away, Jimin can see he’s looking positively green. He turns back and sprints toward his friend. “Jungkook-ah. Are you okay?” He asks, despite it being a stupid question. 

Jungkook clutches his aching stomach and tears spill from his eyes. He can’t control them. “No!” His whining cuts through a sob. He knew this was a bad idea. He hates being sick. God, what if someone recognizes him while he’s spewing his guts into a public bin. The media would have a field day.  

Hiccuping sobs trigger gagging. The gagging triggers retching. And the retching triggers heaving. Painful, productive, violent heaving. Thick streams of undigested food and stomach acid erupt from Jungkook’s mouth. Sheer volume doesn’t fit in his mouth and some comes out his nostrils. It burns. The waves are so large, they almost don’t make it into the opening of the bin. But he’s trying his best to avoid making any mess. 

Jimin’s reactions are instinctual. He does his best to shield the maknae from the public eye. He then pulls Jungkook long strands of hair back to prevent them from getting caught in the crossfires. He’s amazed, to be honest, how much Jungkook forces out. 10 heaves in and he’s still going strong, no sign of relenting any time soon. “Hey, hey. You’ll be okay. Get it all out.” Jimin encourages gently, although it doesn’t seem like Jungkook’s having any trouble with that. 

He’s struggling to breathe. The vomiting isn’t sparing a second to catch his breath. He can’t even take a breath through his nose because it’s filled with vomit. While in the throes of misery, he swears to himself that he will never overeat again. At this moment, he truly doubts he’ll ever want to eat again at all. He never wants to feel this gross ever again. His only solace is that he knows once he empties his stomach, he’ll feel better. But he wonders how long that will take. 

He’s thankful he has Jimin there with him. His touches help to ground him, keeping him from passing out. But he recognizes he wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place if it weren’t for Jimin. Maybe he holds a small grudge about it. 

It’s 12 long minutes of projectile vomiting before Jungkook can finally take a decent breath. And once he gets one, he greedily goes back for more. He’s panting hard; much too hard for only running one kilometer. Once he’s sure he’s empty, he lifts his head. Jimin coos, the maknae’s face is a mess with tears, snot, sweat and vomit. The older one opens his water bottle and encourages Jungkook to rinse his mouth. Jungkook does. 

“You could have just told me you were sick. I wouldn’t have made you come.” Jimin sounds apologetic as he check’s Jungkook’s forehead for a fever. Jungkook drops the grudge. Afterall, his own competitiveness lured him into Jimin’s teasing. And it was only a problem because he overate. He’s really got no one to blame but himself.  

“I’m not sick,” Jungkook explains. His voice is barely there, strained from the effort of vomiting. He takes a small sip of water to coat his sore throat. Jimin looks at him, unconvinced. Jungkook pulls off his t-shirt and pours the contents of his water bottle on the shirt. He uses it to wipe off his face. 

Jimin eyes Jungkook’s torso, noticing the bump that was once Jungkook’s flat stomach. It’s still swollen, despite how much Jungkook’s thrown up. “Jesus, Kook. How much did you eat today?” Jimin asks, starting to make sense of the situation. He presses a hand to Jungkook’s stomach. It still feels hard. 

“Too much.” Jungkook admits. He hiccups when Jimin applies a light amount of pressure. He fears he hasn’t seen the end of his meals yet. He just wants to be back in his own apartment to feel miserable in peace. “You finish your run, hyung. I’m gonna go home.” 

Jimin follows him home, afraid that Jungkook’s stomach might start up again on the way back. Jungkook expects Jimin to leave once he’s inside, but his hyung stays. He eyes the blonde vocalist as he sits back on the couch. He’s afraid he’s going to get lectured for overeating, or not following his diet plan. 

But instead, Jimin sits beside him and slips his hand under Jungkook’s shirt. “Want me to rub your tummy?” Jimin asks even though he’s already doing it. “It might help you feel better.” Jungkook just melts under his hyungs touch. Jimin’s small fingers move in comforting patterns along his aching tummy. He’s so entranced by the touch, he doesn’t even realize he’s caught a case of hiccups until Jimin starts laughing at him. “Sounds like you really overdid it, Kook.” 

Jungkook nods, “It was ch-cheat day.”  

A/N: As always, thanks for reading to the end! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!

[askbloatedbellyblog]

So about Tamaki in the S5 BNHA/MHA Premiere...

Look I realize that really was just Tamaki having a badly fitting sports top over his uniform, especially thanks to pockets but I mean come on!

It REALLY makes Tamaki look like he's bloated from eating too much and been bulking up because also damn look at those arms! Muscle kink also coming into play. It really makes me think of other ideas with him aside from what I've already done.

Like here he's just playing a villain but opens up the idea of Tamaki being a villain and eating all the time or eating different victims and just give him more of a power up.

Honestly from arms I really think that Fat Gum has been pushing more food on Tamaki and making sure he gets plenty of workouts in especially after he helped save the day during the raid. Plus with Mirio without powers now, bored, but still being buff and participating in school, and still wanting to be with Tamaki I can see him becoming a training coach for Tamaki for extra training and exercise.

Just imagine Mirio as a personal trainer to Tamaki in the weight room with Tamaki and forcing him to do more reps of a bench press or bicep curl or whatever with Tamaki all sweaty from the hard session and Mirio being his happy and supportive self trying to coax Tamaki to eek out another rep. Plus I think Mirio would be all over Tamaki like grabbing his arm or back or whatever to make sure that Tamaki keeps his posture or full range or motion or help him try to get those last couple of reps to really help him grow and get stronger. Then being all impressed when Tamaki is all swole from his pump and Mirio is congratulating him on his workout and noting how big he's gotten and wanting to squeeze his bicep or grope his pecs to see how big they are or measure if his muscles are growing.

I still think it would be an embarrassing time for Tamaki in many ways because Mirio would be touching him often and then spotting him on the bench press get a face full of Mirio pecs (but then it's mutual because Mirio gets a face full of Tamaki pecs which I think was his real goal as well as touching Tamaki a lot). Sometimes Tamaki nearly drops the weight or wants to stop because he gets all flustered but keeps at it because he doesn't want to disappoint Mirio or Hado plus wants to get stronger.

I like to think that with his working out that Mirio and Fat Gum (and really Hado and Deku and friends) are all pushing to keep Tamaki eating. If he's really working out that hard and Mirio is his trainer, I can see him making Tamaki a meal plan and having to make it really heavy thanks to his working out that just makes his fast metabolism work even faster so he has to get past his hard gainer ways and just consume. Mirio loads Tamaki up on protein shakes and healthy foods while Fat Gum is just literally pushing food at Tamaki whenever he can. I think it's often that Tamaki goes to his internship with a large protein shake in hand after Mirio made him a big lunch and then comes home all bloated because Fat Gum literally loaded Tamaki up with everything he could. Honestly I wouldn't be surprised if Fat Gum was trying to have him eat the same amount as him and just saying "two orders!" all the time to have it for Tamaki as well saying he's a growing boy and his powers depend on him having a good capacity and lots of variety.

Though honestly I think the whole episode with him playing villain or not just highlights the possible idea of him using vore as an attack. In this way he could be actually using his stomach as a weapon, grabbing others and quickly eating them down to have them out of the battle. He might have some stomach compression especially with his experience and eating and much stronger abs but load a few students/villains/bystanders in there and I'm sure Tamaki is looking swollen and bloated no matter what. He can learn to fight with his bloated stomach, his tentacles can help him at a distance and pull prey in when needed. It's even got to help him be able to increase his stomach or mouth to help him do it, either by protection and letting his prey out later or deciding that he needs to digest villains/heroes.

The other idea is just that he has been having to workout and consume so much more that he's having a bloated belly all the time and he's just came from a big lunch at UA to the villain practice and just had to put it over his belly no matter what. Which then is great for when he's speaking or in mid fight and has to keep burping or hiccupping because his belly jiggled around.

Honestly there's a lot more even with it looking like he might have eaten Bakugou either on purpose or on accident and then you have the explosions and heartburn and indigestion coming from his stomach until he lets him out. Either way, I miss this emo anxiety eater boy and I want him to eat and get buffer as always.

With random thoughts of him in workout shorts and tank top and being sweaty and lifting it up to show his abs to wipe off sweat or in like tight underarmor workout top and then it grows out when he downs the gallon protein shake that Mirio gives him.