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[jktummies]

I always have magical weight gain on my mind, I love the idea of fucking someone from behind and feeling them grow heavier with every thrust. Each pound magically added to their frame weighing them down pulling them closer and closer to the bed their breathing getting more labored as the minutes go by just getting to hear them huff and puff and struggle as their dream of getting so much fatter comes true right before their eyes.

[jktummies]

Omg I love it 😻

Beached

Definition: To be stranded or hauled up on a beach, “a beached whale”

Taehyung groaned, whether it was from pleasure or pain was yet to be discovered. But what he did know, was that he had pushed himself to the absolute limit. A guttural burp, and rumbling fart, simultaneously erupted from his methane filled chambers, as he flopped back against his poor sofa, already straining under his weight - there was only so much more it could take of the 400 pound blubbery land mass. 

Taehyung inched millimetres forward, in an attempt to soothe his aching gut, but to no avail. The vast, tanned expense, stretched out for what seemed like miles in front of him. A barren, hairless desert, littered with violent and angry stretch marks from an uncontrolled gain. Taehyung’s belly sat in front of him, swollen like he had just eaten the moon, blocking his entire view of the TV - not that he could pay any attention in his gluttonous stupeur. Taehyung had inhaled enough food for a herd of elephants, the usually soft, and pillow like flab, completely taught and threatening to burst. The only part saved from this self-induced pain was Taehyung’s underbelly, which at his size was permanently soft and malleable to the touch. The only problem was the he could no longer reach the favourite part of his belly, he could no longer grope and grab at his marshmallow blubber for hours on end like he used too. Hell, what’s worse was that Taehyung could no longer reach his one sizeable dick, now reduced to nothing, encompassed completely in hot and sweaty fat. 

However, just because he was beached like a whale, did not mean that Taehyung was completely spent. Over the years of hedonistic self indulgence, he had learnt to adapt to his ever growing size. Slowly, like time had slowed to half speed, Taehyung began to rut into himself. Too stuffed to being to list his bum completely off the sunken couch, Taehyung began to rock back and forth - the sweat helping to lubricate his skin that would normally be stuck to the leather. His thighs, welded together from the sprawling cellulite, wobbled profusely in the minute movement, rubbing against Taehyungs member. Within seconds, Taehyung could feel himself getting excited, blood rapidly moving south, as his breath began to accelerate - out of pleasure, but also exhaustion. 

“Eurgh, huff, argh”. A symphony if huffing and panting resounded throughout Taehyungs apartment, littered with crumbs and wrappers, accompanied by a cacophony of slapping and squelching sounds, from the music of his sea of flab: lower and underbelly sloshing against each other, love handles rolling against the sweat dripped sofa, and boobs sloshing against his triple chins. With one final exhausted moan, Taehyung felt himself cum against his wet and hot fupa, a river of white running through the valley of his fat. Taehyung would figure out how to clean himself later, for now, he lay flopped against the sofa, red in the face, panting, with one final rumbling fart, gas released from movement of his land mass, before he fell into an exhausted slumber. 

#so goood #I’ll always love a fat gassy Tae

[jktummies]

Pure Gluttony

I am honestly so feral for greedy, massive Namjoon, who lazes around and gorges on anything he can get his hands on. After another hedonistic feast of gluttony, he looks down at his belly and admires the thick, fat swell under his hands. His chin rolls bulge as he smiles indulgently at the hefty gut he's growing. So many heavy, bulky layers of lard settling deeper and deeper in his gut with each feral binge, making it spill forwards over his knees. The dense weight in his middle has expanded with each meal, doubling into blubbery rolls that fold and hang, clinging desperately to the hard crest of bloat.

His chubby hands grope over the mass, digging in until he can feel his full, firm stomach underneath the sloshy blubber. It makes his insides gurgle with pressure, gas dislodging from the food and tightening under his skin. The gas bubbles up, building and swelling with bloat until a wet, guttural belch bursts out of him.

The painful ache manifests as a moan, his stuffed middle throbbing and pulsing with sharp pangs until everything settles, deliciously softer than before.

Namjoon is left panting, face red from exertion as he gets a few minutes of relief until the next wave of gas swells forwards.

[jktummies]

hey bby how are you ?? Hope you’re well ☺️. Do you take requests by any chance?

I’m great! How are you??!!

And Yes I do! I’m just so bad a getting around to do them 😓 but I love getting requests since I love seeing people interact with my writing ♥️♥️

#response #writes block #I’m so bad at writing lol

[jktummies]

hello, I just discovered your work, they’re 🥵. Would you ever write another fic where any of the members (maybe JK or Tae) are really fat, and just really gassy (like farting and burping when they eat) and just overall really gluttonous.

Hi! I’d definitely love to write another wip like this, but I have such bad writers block sometimes, and I want to write such good fics when I have such sweet people asking or requesting my page! So, yes I’d love to write another gassy taekook or any members soon!! 💕💕

#response #writers block #i appreciate you

[jktummies]

Home-cooking

Thinking about cute twiggy Jungkook getting nice and fat from his thick hunk of a boyfriend. It's been a few years of constant feeding and loving... and Jungkook waddles into their kitchen with the biggest belly and ass, pudgy chin doubled up, and deep rolls creasing his sides.

As always, Namjoon is cooking him a heavy dinner and beaming at his plump pudding as Jungkook jiggles closer with each step.

"What's for dinner, hyung?" Jungkook suppresses a belch into his fist like he didn't just eat enough chips and snacks to make his gut bloat round.

Namjoon's eyes crinkle in affection and Jungkook earns a proud pat to the front of his belly. Of course Namjoon can tell. Jungkook looks so full that his gut is practically spilling out of his shirt. Although that's been happening a lot more these days...

"I hope you saved some room, dumpling. I baked you dessert too."

Jungkook's stomach rumbles so loudly that his full cheeks blush. He can be completely stuffed to the brim and somehow find room for Namjoon's dessert.

"I always have more room for your cooking-"

Jungkook squeals in delight as Namjoon plants a fat kiss on him.

[jktummies]

The Weight of Fame [Extra mini-chapter]

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F33dee Jungkøok

CW / burping , farting , feeding , recording , implied nsfw .

#I LOVE IT ❤️

[jktummies]

this is amazing 😫

maybe one where taehyung knows his boyfriend jungkook is into farting and gets himself as gassy as he can and while theyre doing something taehyung farts and teases jungkook as he does and jungkook tries to contain himself from getting turned on but then taehyung decides to sit on jungkook's lap and "accidentally" farts and jungkook finally gives in to his desires

(Hey guys.💜)

Taehyung knew Jungkook’s dirty little secret. His favorite pastime was getting home early and occasionally finding Jungkook in his bedroom with the door cracked, stroking his beautiful length. But just a few days ago, he heard…embarrassing noises coming his laptop. Farting, actually. And he had never heard Jungkook moan more than when he was masturbating. He guessed eating and farting went hand and hand, so he wasn’t so surprised Jungkook was so happy and willing to stuff him so much he couldn’t breathe.

Bad news was, Taehyung was not a very gassy boy on his own. The good news was that he knew just what would make him gassy. He giggled, as he opened the fridge, proud that he could be so accepting of his boyfriend’s fetish. In all honesty, it didn’t sound that…bad? He knew people were turned on by choking and stuff, and that was super gross to other people, and if it was just something as simple as passing gas, that was way easier! He didn’t mind indulging in his cute little boyfriend’s taboo fetish. Jungkookie was still asleep, so he decided to save his morning gas and make eggs. Eggs were always good for gas, right? And he had leftover fries, so he’d snack on those too. Hell, even the fattening foods in the freezer sounded fun right now.

———

Jungkook woke up with a start to Taehyung screaming at him about how he just had to play games with him, eliciting a groan and a thrown pillow at Taehyung. “Hyung, it doesn’t matter right now. It’s-“

“11:47 in the morning.”

Jungkook shot out of bed and checked his phone. He was right. Jungkook furrowed his brow and looked towards the sunny window with a whimper. “Fine…” he murmured, slowly walking towards his big boyfriend. He wrapped his arms sleepily around the expanse of his waist and yawned against his chest. “Not gonna put any clothes on?” Taehyung teased, gaining an eye roll from Jungkook. “I’m wearing a shirt and my boxers, those are clothes. You’ve seen worse.” Taehyung just chuckled, fighting the urge to smack his fit boyfriend’s tight ass.

Taehyung let go of him and walked quickly to the couch, giving Jungkook a view of his ample butt in his fleece, plaid pajamas. He had to admit, as confident as he was in his own butt, Taehyung had the sexiest ass he’d ever seen. But maybe that was because his boyfriend was a fatty and he got off on that. He didn’t really care. Taehyung was hot.

Jungkook rubbed his eyes and sat down, sitting criss cross. Taehyung just wanted to kiss him all over and tell him to call him obscenities, watching how innocent he acted. But no. He’d wait until later. He bent over to turn on the television and the PlayStation, shoving a disk quickly into the console. Taehyung loved games as much as Jungkook did, so normally he would’ve immediately noticed something was different by the way Taehyung was handling the machine, but he was tired, and fuck, he really just wanted to squeeze his boyfriend’s juicy fat butt. He felt like that was probably every man and woman’s sexiest quality, and he was horny already, so he couldn’t help but stare at him every single chance he had.

However, he was incredibly surprised when Taehyung let out a startlingly loud fart. Jungkook swallowed hard. “Whoops! Excuse me!” Taehyung said, a cute little toot punctuating his statement. “E-eat something that didn’t agree w-with you?” Jungkook stuttered out, adding a nervous chuckle. Taehyung laughed and turned around. “Something like that. I’m just so gassy today.”

Jungkook couldn’t breathe. This was probably a combination of both the terrible scent of his boyfriend’s fart, and also the anxiety due to the boner he had popped. Taehyung kept giggling about his smell, and that really wasn’t doing Jungkook any favors. He would’ve been humiliated if Taehyung knew how crazy he was going, but he couldn’t make it go down. No matter what he tried, no matter what he thought of, it stood tall and throbbed in his pants.

Taehyung glanced over. He was more than satisfied with what he’d done, but at the same time, he was hungry for his boyfriend. Hungry to watch him lose himself in arousal. “Kookie!” Jungkook continued to stiffly press buttons on the controller, nodding in acknowledgment. “I’m gonna sit on you!” He nodded again, but then immediately realized that meant Taehyung shifting all of his weight onto Jungkook AND…well…not only would he feel his…problem, he would also have the opportunity to fart right on him. Taehyung knew his boyfriend was panicking. He saw it swimming in Jungkook’s eyes. And he loved every second of it.

He moved to plop down on Jungkook, who audibly groaned at his weight, and leaned against him. For the first time in a long time, he was actually beating Jungkook. That was a rather gratifying feeling. Another gratifying feeling, was when Taehyung’s tummy let out the most beautiful gurgle. Jungkook’s face paled, and Taehyung could feel him stiffen even more. This was his chance.

Jungkook’s lap rumbled with the gross heat of Taehyung’s roaring fart, and Taehyung let out the most overtly sexual moan he could muster. Jungkook’s erection was practically begging to be released from his underwear. He could smell the eggs Taehyung had eaten. How could anything smell this bad? Jungkook didn’t know what to say or do, or even think, until Taehyung giggled. “Good one, huh, Kookie?” And then he realized.

He was teasing him.

Jungkook leaned over to harshly suck a mark on his neck, pressing aggressive fingers to Taehyung’s tummy. This forced out a cacophony of loud farts, wavering in pitch. He leaned up to kiss his ear, though stopped, and whispered, “H-How long have you known?”

“Since Monday,” He giggled, grinding against Jungkook’s crotch, “You want to play with my gassy ass?” Jungkook’s heart was racing as he pulled off his shirt desperately. “Hyung, please, hurry, I can’t do this any longer!” Taehyung only smirked, standing up and stretching, letting out a bubbly fart in Jungkook’s face. “Come on, Kookie, let’s see how bad they really are!”

Oh boy.

#I love it sooo so so much

[jktummies]

this may be a little out here but come gather everyone

i was brainstorming for another shapeshifter nj fic when a thought popped into my head so i’m going to just type as i go

but cisswap big ot7

nj who is big and curvy, soft & delicate face still manages to have a neck, very fucking huge boobs, huge belly that stays tucked in her high waisted jeans, big ass, in the group of ass destroyers with jm and th, good amount of stretch marks but they’re on the darker side

sj who is very pear shaped, a lot of her weight residing in her belly and thighs, she wears a lot of dresses year round, she especially loves the kind that sit under her small boobs and accentuate the roundness of her belly, also in the group of plump cheeks, plush cheeks with nj & jm where i think their cheeks are so fat that they push out their lips slightly, not a lot of stretch marks i think sj would moisturizer and buy every gimmicky product there is to help rid skin of stretch marks and maybe it actually works or maybe sj just willed them away, who knows?

yg has a aphrodite shape with the hip dips but just wayyy bigger, i think she would hide her frame a lot under the baggiest clothes she can find but when she dresses up she goes all out and shows off her figure, definitely has a lot of pink stretch marks and cellulite dimples, full cheeks that sag just a little bit and a double chin + disappearing neck combo

i think hs would have smaller breasts, a low hanging round bubble gut and full wide hips, i think her shoulders, arms and chest are the smallest thing on her which she wishes would catch up already, i think hs would have lighter stretch marks that contrast slightly with her tanner skin, the apples of her cheeks are definitely fuller over emphasizing the overall heart shape of her face

of course jm is bottom heavy i think she is perfectly curvy and compact, i think she has a cute round tummy that bounces when she walks and the sweetest chubbiest cheeks that push her lips into a permanent pout i think jm likes to wear dresses that compliment her shape like sj but i think she also would like crop tops and workout leggings that still fit from her dancing days

th is very boxy, i imagine soft shoulders, a average size but overall proportionate chest that sits on top of the little bit of underboob that doesn’t get pushed into the cups of her bra, a wide and round double belly and thick thighs, i think th would be very emphasis on very rubenesque, th wears a lot of sweaters and turtlenecks with texture that cling to her rolls, wears a lot of pants that come up high across her belly so tight she doesn’t even need a belt and the top half of her belly always budges over the waist band just so … not enough to completely droop over but just enough, th has plenty of dark brown stretch marks and cellulite dimples and she is the first to say how proud of them she is

jk is fucking huge, she’s probably top three biggest i don’t think jk really has a “shape” i think she has huge tits, a big flabby belly that hangs down, cottage cheese thighs and one of those asses that sits like a shelf and wobbles with movement, jk’s calves are thick, she has cankles and fat little toes, a few back rolls that sit above her shelf of a ass and at the base of her neck she has the beginning of that soft hump of fat, i think her cheeks are chipmunk like, she has a double chin and where her neck used to meet her shoulders is a ring of fat the beginning of a third chin

so yes these are my thoughts 🤓

#you always have such amazing idea #I love cisswap #maybe bringing back cisswap taejin and other pairs #this made me want to write again ❤️😻

[jktummies]

this may be a little out here but come gather everyone

i was brainstorming for another shapeshifter nj fic when a thought popped into my head so i’m going to just type as i go

but cisswap big ot7

nj who is big and curvy, soft & delicate face still manages to have a neck, very fucking huge boobs, huge belly that stays tucked in her high waisted jeans, big ass, in the group of ass destroyers with jm and th, good amount of stretch marks but they’re on the darker side

sj who is very pear shaped, a lot of her weight residing in her belly and thighs, she wears a lot of dresses year round, she especially loves the kind that sit under her small boobs and accentuate the roundness of her belly, also in the group of plump cheeks, plush cheeks with nj & jm where i think their cheeks are so fat that they push out their lips slightly, not a lot of stretch marks i think sj would moisturizer and buy every gimmicky product there is to help rid skin of stretch marks and maybe it actually works or maybe sj just willed them away, who knows?

yg has a aphrodite shape with the hip dips but just wayyy bigger, i think she would hide her frame a lot under the baggiest clothes she can find but when she dresses up she goes all out and shows off her figure, definitely has a lot of pink stretch marks and cellulite dimples, full cheeks that sag just a little bit and a double chin + disappearing neck combo

i think hs would have smaller breasts, a low hanging round bubble gut and full wide hips, i think her shoulders, arms and chest are the smallest thing on her which she wishes would catch up already, i think hs would have lighter stretch marks that contrast slightly with her tanner skin, the apples of her cheeks are definitely fuller over emphasizing the overall heart shape of her face

of course jm is bottom heavy i think she is perfectly curvy and compact, i think she has a cute round tummy that bounces when she walks and the sweetest chubbiest cheeks that push her lips into a permanent pout i think jm likes to wear dresses that compliment her shape like sj but i think she also would like crop tops and workout leggings that still fit from her dancing days

th is very boxy, i imagine soft shoulders, a average size but overall proportionate chest that sits on top of the little bit of underboob that doesn’t get pushed into the cups of her bra, a wide and round double belly and thick thighs, i think th would be very emphasis on very rubenesque, th wears a lot of sweaters and turtlenecks with texture that cling to her rolls, wears a lot of pants that come up high across her belly so tight she doesn’t even need a belt and the top half of her belly always budges over the waist band just so … not enough to completely droop over but just enough, th has plenty of dark brown stretch marks and cellulite dimples and she is the first to say how proud of them she is

jk is fucking huge, she’s probably top three biggest i don’t think jk really has a “shape” i think she has huge tits, a big flabby belly that hangs down, cottage cheese thighs and one of those asses that sits like a shelf and wobbles with movement, jk’s calves are thick, she has cankles and fat little toes, a few back rolls that sit above her shelf of a ass and at the base of her neck she has the beginning of that soft hump of fat, i think her cheeks are chipmunk like, she has a double chin and where her neck used to meet her shoulders is a ring of fat the beginning of a third chin

so yes these are my thoughts 🤓

[jktummies]

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

#relatable #too real

[jktummies]

i'm trying something new, inspired by taetaechum, and added some burping to this audio of Tæhyung. tell me what you think and i might do more (òㅈó)ง !!

(USE HEADPHONES 🎧)

[jktummies]

Drinks on me

Brainrot: College AU chubbies.

Jungkook goes off to college and is determined not to gain the freshman 15. But... once he starts partying with all of his new friends the pounds pack on and he lets himself go. And he loves it. He loves it so much.

He drinks up and munches on delicious greasy food, getting softer and pudgier, and so much thicker in his belly. It rounds out from the onslaught of fizzy calories and fatty snacks that he chows down when he's living it up. He needs food when he drinks! It's a requirement for a night out. He downs sodas and fried cheese curds along with drinks that make him giggly and warm... and so hungry. Plates of hot, greasy fries slide down so nicely with a cold beer. All of that yummy weight settles in his belly until he's sleepy and satisfied.

Jungkook thickens into a dense weight that's accompanied with a doubled chin, a bubble butt, and tree-trunk arms and legs. Stretchmarks paint his thighs, hips, and sides, but honestly, they just make him more sensitive during hookups. He feels like he bruises so easily now that his skin is stretched tight. Most satisfying of all is the curve of his newly-grown belly. He always feels warm and cozy with so much padding keeping him toasty and insulated, even against the chilly weather.

After another late night out ending with a pretty, angel-faced boy named Jimin sleeping in his sheets, Jungkook knows just the cure to cook up and beat their impending hangovers. Jungkook doesn't bother with a shirt as he pads out to his kitchen and squints against the afternoon sunshine. He needs food. Greasy food. Then he's in the market to laze around all day and hopefully persuade Jimin to stay over again.

Jungkook belches into his fist after shoveling down a massive greasy meal of all of his favorite hangover cures. He proudly pats his stuffed gut now that it's full of oily bacon and fried eggs, bloated from partying and heavy with the fattening feast that he just gobbled down. Jungkook cooks up a smaller portion of seconds to walk back to Jimin and give him breakfast in bed. He's so content to nap off his meal and steal some kisses, which Jimin happily obliges him. Jimin easily melts Jungkook back into the pillows like a pad of butter until they're lazily sprawled all over each other. While keeping Jungkook sated with kisses, Jimin's palm settles right over Jungkook's deep navel. He slowly rubs into the fatty warmth and digs in his fingers. Jungkook is still a bit hiccupy from the night before, and each jostle makes the thick layer of padded blubber lining his gut jiggle into Jimin's grip.

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The Weight of Fame [Part 4/5]

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J¡min prepares a private photoshoot for Tæhyung and his last modeling clothes. it turns more explicit than planned.

feeder J¡min and feedee Tæhyung

CW / out growing clothes , burping , gas , anal sex , voyeurism (kinda) , consensual filming .

[jktummies]

The Magic of Modeling

How is it already the second to last day of Chubtober!? I can’t believe it’s almost over.

Today’s prompt is Enchanted from fatguarddog’s list and there is a little cameo from my favorite gal.

—-

Taehyung wasn’t even sure how it was brought up. They were all talking about Jimin’s latest fashion show and then somehow, they were talking about Taehyung’s modeling ability.

While he was incredibly handsome and his partners never failed to tell him that, Taehyung knew he was not the model type.

He had been chubby his entire life and he really enjoyed that about himself. Taehyung loved food, loved his soft belly, and loved his wide thighs. He was the perfect cuddler and his lap was the best seat for his partners.

Taehyung knew it was partially a lie as he said it, but it didn’t stop him from setting up what eventually would become a months long endeavor.

“I could definitely model.”

His partners seemed to fall silent, figuring out how to respond to him lightly until Yoongi took the burden on himself.

“Tae, you know I’m saying this with all my love and respect for you with no judgment, but we both know that’s not really true. The industry sucks and you would have to lose weight to be taken seriously.”

Taehyung knew Yoongi was right, unfortunate as the truth was, but he also didn’t want that to stop him. It somehow became a challenge for himself - a fixation to figure out how he could pull it off.

He didn’t feel that he needed to prove them wrong necessarily because they loved and supported him, enjoying his body and hyping up his look, but it almost was like proving the industry as a whole wrong. An unknown sleight of his own hand.

It started with a lot of research for Taehyung to figure out how he could be chubby…maybe fat if he were to be honest with himself and enter the modeling world.

That is when Taehyung remembered Hwasa, the granddaughter of his grandmother’s best friend.

They had been childhood friends and he trusted her to come up with a solution considering that she descended from a long line of witches.

Taehyung certainly wasn’t going to attempt losing the weight first because he would never give into the toxic industry and he honestly just didn’t have the willpower to do it.

After looking up types of charms and spells, Taehyung found a variation on a Cinderella-esque magical effect that could allow him to have the best of both worlds.

It would allow Taehyung’s true form to be as fat and happy as he wanted while also shifting into the “ideal” frame for male modeling.

He could maintain the perfect model image during certain hours of the day before returning home to indulge in his favorite meals and couch cuddles.

After meeting up at Hwasa’s shop and explaining his findings, she looked at him with a mix of amusement and disbelief.

“You’re serious about this?”

“Of course, I told you, I need to make this point. I have to prove them wrong.”

“But they aren’t discouraging you, it’s just realistic.”

“Fine, then I need to prove the industry wrong.”

“By finding a loophole to still have the body type they require and no one knowing.”

“I will know! That’s the point!”

“God, you are so dumb…”

“So, you’re not going to do it?”

“What? Of course I’m going to do it, sit down.”

In a matter of hours, Taehyung was looking a completely different version of himself in the mirror. He couldn’t remember a time that his jaw had such a sharp line or ever having definition on his abdomen.

Honestly, Taehyung hated it. It felt and looked wrong, like everything that made him Taehyung was gone - way too small and cold.

“Man, you look hot as hell, models should consider themselves lucky that you love food so much, but it also just looks so off. You sure about this?”

Hwasa’s voice startled Taehyung and he nodded. He couldn’t agree more that it was not the look for him, however, he knew that he could easily sell the model look long enough to make his point.

“Yeah, I just need to do this until I can book a project and then be done with it.”

“Let me help with that. I’ve got some contacts in the industry. You aren’t the only one who uses magic to cut corners.”

Taehyung managed to hide his little secret from his partners, not utilizing Hwasa’s perfect charm until she sent him the details for a shoot.

Showing up to the set gave him a lot of insight to Jin and Jimin’s experiences, Taehyung making a mental note to check in on them both considering how uptight and brutally honest everyone was.

He truly had a terrible time and was happy that he hadn’t changed his life and body to work toward this. Although, he did accept a few more shoots since Hwasa went through so much to help him.

However, Taehyung did draw the line at a certain point.

“Maybe we can get you a partner shoot with someone. One last project because we call it.”

“Woah, I’m trying to prove myself, not get in trouble. No partners besides my own.”

“I don’t understand you, Tae, but somehow, I respect you.”

What Hwasa didn’t tell him was that she did find him a partner shoot that did follow his rules.

When Taehyung showed up the following week on set looking trim and toned, the last person he expected to see was Park Jimin.

It took everything for him not to run in the other direction, wanting his plan to be a big reveal once his photos were published.

Jimin turns to greet his model counterpart, eyes widening as he immediately recognizes a version of his partner that he’s never seen before.

“T-Tae…”

“Minnie, I can explain.”

“You better fucking explain! What did you do to yourself? Did you hurt yourself? Why-“

“Jimin-ah, please, let’s talk in private.”

After explaining his entire plan and the fact that it wasn’t permanent, Taehyung saw the relief form on Jimin’s face.

Showering him in kisses and gentle touches, Jimin explained how scared he was that Taehyung did something dangerous and how happy he was to know that his soft and warm Tae was still underneath the magic.

They did the shoot together perfectly, chemistry and intimacy flowing naturally between loving partners.

Jimin stole a few shots from his team to take home as proof, changing his tune as soon as they were in the car together.

Taehyung knew he was in for it based on Jimin’s adamance that he told the entire story to their partners that night.

He could barely get the words out before the scolding began, telling him it was a reckless decision for such a silly reason.

Also, Namjoon and Hoseok both lectured him, frustrated and concerned that he would look elsewhere for magic knowing that he had two perfectly capable magic users in the house.

Taehyung reasoned that it would ruin the surprise and used his photos with Jimin as proof, finding that the impressive shots silenced his berating partners who could see the appeal.

What Taehyung had not expected was for his popularity as a model to take off. His shoot with Jimin went viral and he was getting offers for more and more work.

Tae tried so hard not to be smug about it because he knows he's hot shit and in his mind, this was proving to everyone that he could have both - being fat and a top model.

Part of him was discouraged that he couldn’t just be himself though. The only reason he was not on the front page of Vogue as his true self was because the industry decisions makers were cowards.

With Jimin becoming his never ending hypeman, complimenting his modeling but never shutting about how hot he was at his actual size, Taehyung found it easier to continue.

He introduced Namjoon, Hoseok, and Hwasa who were able to maintain his secret charm, allowing him to have the best of both worlds throughout his career.

His partners would admit to having a weird satisfaction watching him grow to his normal size as Taehyung was completely transparent with them on his arrangement now.

However, they weren’t the only ones who couldn’t keep their eyes off Taehyung. He became an enigma of the modeling industry.

The man landing covers and centerfolds with Park Jimin and Kim Seokjin on his arms that also had a cheeseburger and a milkshake for lunch on set while the other models ate their salads and drank their green juice.

Taehyung never told anyone aside from his loving partners and closest friend ever learned of his perfectly enchanted weight - the key to his happiness and success.

And maybe his happiness grew a little more knowing that Taehyung had convinced Jin and Jimin to loosen up and relax, maybe sharing the love of his little charm and big appetite with his partners over the years.

No one had to know that the most successful trio of models in Korea looked much softer behind closed doors.

[jktummies]

The Weight of Fame [3/4]

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J¡min prepares an special feeding for Tæhyung as a proper living together couple.

feeder J¡min and feedee Tæhyung

CW / force feeding , burping , farting , blow job .

[jktummies]

A snippet of an idea of mine.

A weighty escape room.

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Jimin sighs as he slumps down on the couch in the room. The Maknaes had been going at this escape room for the last 30 minutes already and they hadn’t even gotten out of room one. They were all getting annoyed.

“There has to be something.” Taehyung says, pulling and pushing at random things around the room, his brain on a different wavelength than the others.

Jimin could see him also getting frustrated because this was his thing. He was good at this, and Jungkook… well he just really hates losing.

“We’ve tried everything.” Jimin huffs, squirming on the couch, as if to throw a temper tantrum. None of them even notice the tiny light above the door flashing between red and green as Jimin moves around. “Let’s just use the hint!”

“No!” Jungkook exclaims, whipping around to the others. “We won’t have done it by ourselves… it’s just like losing.” He pouts like the big baby he is. “Hyung, maybe if you got off your fat ass, we will find it faster.”

Jimin sneers at Jungkook, going to get off the couch, only for Taehyung to sigh and join him. “It’s no use, Kookie. We really have looked everywhere. If we can’t use the hint then we won’t make it at all.” Tae interrupts the fight about to explode between the eldest and youngest, leaning his head over to Jimin’s soft shoulder, not thinking anything of the soft padding that normally isn’t there.

Jungkook, with his own huff of defeat, feeling beaten, goes and joins his Hyung’s on the couch. He plops his ass down, finding the fit a little squished, which should have been surprising for three thin boys on a three seater, but his eyes flicked to the red light above the door, finally, and he gets another wave of anger flush over him.

“Stupid fucking door.” He spits, crossing his arms like a bratty child and leaning back into the plush seat.

The three boys stay there for a good 2 minutes before the chair starts getting somewhat squashy… more than before.

“Tae, can’t you give me some space.” Jimin whined, wriggling his shoulder as the middle boy rests quietly. Taehyung whines softly, but remains on Jimin’s shoulder, only because he has Jungkook also pushing at him from the other side.

He also wants to complain about not getting enough space in the centre as it feels like both Jimin and Jungkook, though more Jimin, is pushing against him for space, but Jungkook is quicker.

“Don’t be so greedy Jimin. I bet you have all the space. Tae is pretty much sitting in my lap right now.” Jungkook says looking down to how the middle boy’s thigh was squeezing him so tightly between the side of the couch and himself. Jungkook knows Jimin had to be playing.

Only then does Taehyung open his eyes to whinge to both his friends and he sees the problem. He guesses it wasn’t as obvious for the others who had been staring at themselves the whole time but now he can see, they are getting bigger?!

Taehyung looks to Jungkook first, seeing what is definitely the start of a pot belly slowly swelling over his waist band, getting plumper as they sit. His eyes widen and he turns to Jimin who had been sitting on the couch for far longer than the others had and nearly drops his jaw.

“Holy sh-” Tae quickly swings his legs over the edge and pulls himself up. In doing so he scares the others who also attempt to do the same.

Jungkook jumps nearly three feet in the air when he hears Taehyung screaming and flys half way across the room in panic. His heart thumping away like rabbits feet in his chest.

Jimin had also attempted the same only for a rather large blockade to stop him and push him right back into the soft couch. It takes him a moment to gather himself after the whiplash, which leaves him staring at an already hysterical Taehyung.

“-I mean look at us… look at you.” Taehyung points to Jimin, both other boys still trying to figure out what he was going on about. “Something is happening!”

As Taehyung keeps spewing out frantic words, Jungkook takes his time to look back to Jimin, wanting to roll his eyes with him at the drama queen Taehyung is, only to have his own jaw drop at the sight of his Hyung.

“Holy shit man!” Jungkook gasps, now that he has seen what Taehyung did and he finally gets it. There is something very wrong. He now understands why when he looked at Jimin earlier that he called him a fat ass. He was literally growing into a fat ass.

The two youngers take a moment to calm down, before turning to Jimin, seeing him still on the couch. Taehyung looks at him in disbelief as Jungkook screams, “get off the couch Jimin!”

They both scare the eldest more, making Jimin jump, only for them to rush over and grab his arms, trying to help the now fat boy off the couch, but they couldn’t. Jimin’s body was growing too heavy to move.

Jimin is starting to get very emotional as well, due to the high levels of anxiety in the room. He looks around, trying to understand why the others were acting this way, when he finally sees himself for the first time since he sat his ass on the damning couch.

His belly was rolling out of his shirt completely, on full display and only growing bigger by the second. His thighs and ass were now taking up over half of Taehyung’s seat, clearly the reason they were all so squished, and his cheeks and chin were doubling by the minute.

Jimin was so close to bursting into tears when Jungkook just so happened to look up at the light behind them all, on top of the door. It was green.

To some miracle, Jimin doesn’t overreact to his new situation, he just swallows his tears and points to the door. “It’s open.” He hears Jungkook say.

Taehyung also turns to see the door light now green and when the Maknae went to it, he opens it with ease.

They all suddenly wondered why, and more than one of them wondered whether it had to do with them all gaining a little, or lot, of weight, but all of them didn’t care anymore. They could move on and finally get out.

“Get up Jimin-ah!” Taehyung said, grabbing his chubby hand and began to pull the fattening boy up, but Jimin’s weight was still flicking up higher by the second. “Kook, help!” He employes the help of the strong Maknae to just get the tubby elders ass off the couch.

With three loud grunts, the group manages to get Jimin up to his tiny feet, only for the light to turn off and the door to swing closed.

Taehyung and Jungkook yelp for it, letting go of their fat friend and running after it, but without their support Jimin goes flopping back to the couch.

And to his demise, the door opens again…

Taehyung and Jungkook turn back to Jimin on the couch with wide eyes. They understand now. “Someone needs to stay sitting on the couch…” Taehyung deduces, forgoing mentioning how they will continue to grow fatter while doing so.

It’s at that moment that the two younger’s make a decision between them. “It’s not like Jimin isn’t already fat and well, he clearly can’t walk. He’ll just slow us down.” Jungkook says nervously, knowing that he is betraying his Hyung, but really, this is self preservation.

Jimin’s eyes widen, seeing that Taehyung is also entertaining the idea of leaving him on the fat couch. “Tae…” Jimin warns, not liking the thoughtful look on his face. “Don’t you dare! We can work this out.” He begs, but the others have already weighed up their options and it seems Jimin now outweighs them.

“Sorry Jimin-ah.” Taehyung sighs, but began heading to the open door. He pushes Jungkook through before giving his best friend one last glance. Taehyung was expecting to feel remorseful or at least some guilt, but he didn’t. He just walked through the door, both boys hearing Jimin scream one last plea before they were blocked off.

“Don’t leave me here!” The fattening boy cries…

Once the maknaes cross the threshold of the door and it slams shut behind them, the light flickers on a few seconds later. They blink once, then twice to take in the room.

There’s a book shelf in one corner, a desk in another, a chess board and then a long metal bar by the next door they need to go through.

They both stay very still for a moment. One might think they were taking in the room, but they weren’t. It was only now when they turn to each other do they realise that this wasn’t a group escape room, it was a singles… there was only one winner and they would have to fight it out between themselves.

Suddenly the atmosphere turns sour between the two, because only one is going to get out relatively unscathed, and both of them didn’t want to succumb to the fate of the escape room…