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More fat Tae please. Maybe one where he is really big and lazy?

hello hello (ôㅈô)/” you know how much i like chubby tæ so it was a pleasure to write it. i made him kinda slobby and it might be messy but i hope you like it 🖤 (i tried to make him as big as i am comfortable with, please understand)

[CW / Slob behaviour]

th has been watching the news go on for what feels like an eternity. he made the bad decision of leaving the remote on the coffee table when he turned on a movie that finished too long ago.

he could get up and change the channel? yeah. but he actually can't.

adding a whole 2l of weight gain shake, two and half gallons of ice cream to his already ample frame is his favourite activity and, honestly? he's already thinking of dinner.

you see, th is a big guy. he does not just have a gut and some spare kilos rounding his edges. and as someone that weighs 136kg, he's what anyone would call a slob.

a big belly sitting and spilling down his lap and between his thick thighs, spread open to give it some room. his arms hug the last ice cream tub, too tired to even prevent it from spilling in his already stained t-shirt. at this point he just wears it to hold his moobs in like a crop top, or even a bra, now resting pliant on the shelf that is his overstuffed belly.

he scratches at his double chin, itchi from the ice cream spilled and licks his finger clean, hiccuping a burp.

his spoon finally makes it to the bottom of the ice cream and he discards it, throwing it not so carefully to the floor. he hums, contently rubbing at the sides of his belly and pressing on the few pockets of gas.

not that he drank soda in the past hours but he's just so gassy all the time. he pats his underbelly, caressing the flabby area and dipping his finger into his belly button, expecting a burp to come out but is a loud fart what comes out instead. he even feels it rumble on his seat.

it felt really good to let out, but is not enough to ease the discomfort for dinner so he rubs circles on the expanse of his belly, taking turns with each arm so he doesn't get tired. in the end, is the hand resting on top of his belly that finds the wet belch he was looking for and he leans back on the armchair, relieved to say the least. 

the air is a bit heavy when sj comes back from work. th doesn't even hear him come in as he let out another resounding belch with his eyes closed in pure bliss.

"only you would eat ice cream as an appetizer," the older says.

th whines, belly gurgling under his touch. "if i could order something to eat, i wouldn't start from the dessert."

sj sits on the armrest, slapping his belly that barely wobbles at the motion but causes th to burp. "last time i let you order when i was still at work i found you being fed by the poor delivery guy."

th takes a fist to his chest and belches deeply, that felt so good to let out. "i wouldn't let him do it if he wasn't yøongi hyung. he knows our code."

"he knows it for emergencies!"

"it was an emergency, i couldn't get up."

sj stands right in front of him and brushes th's chin gently, daring. "can't even get up for the food you ordered yourself?"

"i'm sorry hyung, i was too full.." past full like he is right know, sj would dare to say. he's got other plans, though.

"if you can stand up by yourself and sit on the couch, i'll feed you."

"pasta with lots of tomato sauce sprinkled with weight gain powder and a 2l bottle of cola?" he asks with puppy eyes, and sj nods. it makes him so fond how under all this fat he's still the bright soul he knows.

th makes an attempt, arms quivering and belly annoyingly hard to even let him bend forward. he tries again, grunting and rocking himself back and forth to regain some strength, and then…

"damn it, tæhyung. that's gross," sj complains at the strong smell coming from the younger's agonizingly long fart he just ripped.

"you said, huff ." th stops to fan his nose. "you said i had to stand u-UuuURp, and i needed a little impulse."

"little ? the neighbors could sue us for that."

th stumbles a little as he balances himself and waddles to the couch, letting himself fall onto it and he shuts a loud cracking sound with another burst of air. "come on," he demands, patting the side of his belly. "it's dinner time."

#bts feederism #chub kink #breadcheekstetefic #burp kink #gassy guy

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My Roommate is a F33dee

(vm¡n // f33dee tæhyung)

th always wore baggy clothes. Especially those that make him look extra small even when he is next to jm. He never gave much mind into his roommate’s fashion, 'till he saw him shirtless. Who was gonna tell that under his oversized hoodies would hide a belly?

th had a round face, but overall, he was tall, enough to make the trick into thinking that maybe he just had some baby fat on his cheeks like jm did. And he never changed in front of jm nor in their room, he always went to the dorm showers to do so, which was a bit odd if you ask him.

You see, jm wondered about th's body since they were assigned to share their dorm room. He ate a lot since day one, yes, but his friend jk did too and he's very lean. At first he thought it had something to do with being practically strangers. Now that they have a proper friendship, jm just thinks he's shy about his body.

But a few months into the term, th's habits started to… change.

jm should have seen the signals.

Today, he came back earlier from the library and was about to rant about how this teacher is driving him nuts with his dreadful way to teach when he sees th jolt startled. He's sitting on his bed, a 1L bottle of sprite in hand and his phone in front of him. “What's that?”

th hiddes the bottle behind his back. "Oh, uhm… It's for a challenge I wanted to try... Nothing important."

jm closes the door behind him and sits next to him. "I'm curious."

th slowly reveals the bottle again and clears his throat. "Well I was going to film it, but I don't know how to do it by myself," he says. He looks at jm, but adverts his eyes before he asks, "Can you film me?"

jm was a bit taken aback, and th seemed like he was starting to regret it, but as he said; he's curious. "Okay." He takes the phone and looks at TaeHyung uncaping the bottle. "Isn't 1L too much for one person, though? Shouldn't you, I don't know, just chug a smaller bottle instead?" jm asks, a bit worried and a lot impressed.

"Go hard or go home," th responds with a wiggle of his eyebrows and gestures to jm to start recording.

jm is proven wrong when th reaches half of the bottle with ease in one go. He wonders where all of that is going, when th pulls back and rests a hand on his bloating torso. He never did a chugging before, but he's sure that that's a lot of bloat for just half a bottle.

His thoughts are short-lived when th interrupts them with a string of belches. They burped in front of each other before, but not quite like this, and Jimin is embarrassed to admit that it does something to his tummy.

"I– bWooOOOUuuUrP fuck… –uUUuRp huh.." th groans and complains, tapping his chest for more trapped burps as he gasps for air before taking the bottle onto his lips once again and chugging as fast as before.

"Easy, Tete, take it easy," jm reminds.

th belches around the bottle and with a grin he continues.

He's almost done when he pulls back again, this time, he leans back onto the pillows and his hoodie raises a bit, exposing his bloated belly. jm freezes, and th, oblivious to all of it, rubs his underbelly and presses next to his belly button to help the burps out.

"You can –BwOooUrP do it, come *hic* on," th mumbles, encouraging himself. And with that, he gained the strength enough to finish it all with a loud belch that surely was heard in the whole hall.

He takes his phone and thanks jm for recording him. jm can't articulate a word after what he just witnessed, so he nods and excuses himself to the bathroom to take care of his increasingly obvious boner.

happy hollidays (ôㅈô)/ ! take this little treat from me in these festive days, you'll see more of it soon so enjoy and wait for me 🖤 !!

#bts feederism #chub kink #breadcheekstetefic

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The Weight of Fame [Part 1/5]

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Model Tæhyung quitting his celebrity life and thin figure to be able to date non celebrity J¡min freely without saesangs following them around.

feeder J¡min and feedee Tæhyung

CW / burping , farting , feeding , exhibitionism , kink discovery .

#bts feederism #breadcheekstetefic #chub kink

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The Weight of Fame [5/5]

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J¡min plans a meeting with Jungkøok as Tæhyung has been willing to for months. The thing is, that Jungkøok haven't seen him since he retired a year ago.

feeder J¡min and feedee Tæhyung (ft. Jungkøok)

CW / burping , farting , button popping .

#bts feederism #chub kink #breadcheekstetefic

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tæhyung showing up to the kitchen where j¡min is cooking cause he wants to show off his new bear kigurumi to his boyfriend.

jm turns to him briefly after turning off the stove and smirks.

"do you like it?" th asks a bit nervous.

"i do..." jimin says, checking him out. he then grabs th's little tummy, making him squeak and hums. "...but i think this teddy bear needs a bit more stuffing. don't you think?"

#bts feederism #chub kink #breadcheekstetefic #i had this idea for more than a year

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The Weight of Fame [3/5]

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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 .

#bts feederism #chub kink #breadcheekstetefic

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i had a dream that two friends booked a week on a spa for the upcoming month but then noticed it is solely for pregnant people (let's make it omegaverse so it makes sense)

so omega tæhyung and yøongi had the bright idea to make themselves look pregnant in the short time by putting on weight.

and for the next days that's what they do, chugging lots and lots of heavy cream with weight gain powder and various types of sodas to make the weight focus on their bellies solely.

when the day comes they both look half way pregnant, but feel as heavy as if they were due waddling a bit from the unknown feeling.

during their stay, they feast to the buffet every day for every meal, eating way more and more desperately than the other pregnant omegas. so when they return home, the whole weight spread to the rest of their body.

their bellis still steals all the looks but their chest grows soft, daring to rest on the crest of it. and while yg's fat accomodated neatly to his whole body, th has the most trouble as he becomes very bottom heavy.

#bts feederism #breadcheekstetefic

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The Weight of Fame [Extra mini-chapter]

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F33dee Jungkøok

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

#bts feederism #chub kink #breadcheekstetefic

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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 .

#bts feederism #chub kink #breadcheekstetefic

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The Weight of Fame [2/5]

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J¡min and Tæhyung have their first "public" date ever to test his recognizability and also his growing gut's room

feeder J¡min and feedee Tæhyung

CW / burping , farting , feeding , exhibitionism , button popping .

#bts feederism #chub kink #breadcheekstetefic

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model tæhyung quitting his celebrity life and thin figure to be able to date non celebrity j¡min freely without sæsangs following them around.

he actually took a hiatus, leaving the crowded city of seoul to disconnect in busan with his lover. but both of them knew once they get caught together, they will invade not only their privacy but jm's.

so due to the caring indulgence of his boyfriend, th gains a kilo or two, enjoying the feeling of eating freely without restraints. which sparks an idea inside of him.

so when they come to seoul, new apartment, new job, new life,... th is double in size.

his new body has no signs of his once sculpted figure. now his belly peeked under his ill-fitting t-shirt, wiggling with each step and showing just a few stretch marks that are nothing compared to the rest of his skin that couldn't keep up with the rapid gain. his arms never were toned, but they grew enough that they squish his moobs together when he sits, creating a delicious cleavage. he walks with the same confidence as he used to on the runways, just with quite a bit more difficulty now that his thighs brush constantly and he can't help but waddle when he's tired (which happens a lot).

and his face, oh, his delightfully ungodly features, all hidden under his chubby cheeks and double chin. giving him a more innocent and gluttonous look.

one day when eating an ice cream (two for th) at the park, they come across a group of ex-colleges for a natural photoshoot and it makes th feel hot that none of them recognized him. not even when they walk by and slightly double check to their direction and glanze at the obese man that takes double his boyfriend's space on the bench with his ample arse.

jm stares at them, then at th's belly and whimpers at the mere thought of the hard work it took th to look like a total fatass to the point that not just the sæsangs but his model pals can't recognize him either.

jm takes th's exposed underbelly with his free hand and shakes it, moobs and fupa following the motion at a sinful trance that makes him belch not so quietly. "i think we still have some of your old suits, do you think they'll fit you?" jm whispers.

th is not one to turn down a challenge, but it was more of a little game, which ended pretty well if you ask.

th couldn't even button the shirt past the crest of his dome belly, and the ones that were buttoned seemed ready to pop at any point. the slacks couldn't make it past his thighs and the jacket didn't even make it to one arm before it ripped.

and all of this while jm was filming, making th pose for the camera like a little horny photoshoot. th naturally posed for him, extra points if the buttons pop by his wine chug or if the seam of his pants breaks. it ended with th fully naked on the bed and lots of pieces of fabric around him.

jm found it so hot that now the suits are a must during their feedings, always ending up in a photoshoot of the overstuffed horny mess th acting like the messy and needy pig he is.

#bts feederism #chub kink #breadcheekstetefic

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hehe, model au wip (ôㅈô)

#bts feederism #breadcheekstetefic #i'm about 3k words now

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hey really love your work and your stories they’re amazing! I was wondering if yo could do another fat Tae story (not sure what your limit on weight / obesity is sorry) but i really loved the one you wrote of JM and Tae when they were cuddling and it then moved to smut. Thanks :)

HELLO !! I'M SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG WITH THIS (óㅈò)7 smut is still resisting me but i hope the wait was worth it and that you enjoy this horny juice (òㅈó)ง 🖤

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jm has the best boyfriend in the world.

not only he's kind, lovely and attentive, but has the hottest body jm has ever seen. no matter the time they spend together, there is not a day where jm doesn't find a new roll or stretch mark on his growing frame.

they've been together for a year, friends for five more, and th has always been the type of boyfriend that loves surprising his partner.

and today, th made a discovery.

jm doesn't really know what's about but he knows th is really excited to show him by the way he calls for him to join him in the kitchen.

he's facing the counter, licking his long fingers clean and gracing jm with the side view of his bulging belly oozing under the fabric of his tshirt.

jm gets closer. he should ask, and he really tries when th captures his lips in a hungry kiss. 

"i thought you were making cookies," he gets to say when th makes his way down to kiss jm's neck.

th huffs and smiles against the sensitive skin and jm shivers. "i got distracted while kneading the dough."

jm hums, reaching for th's love handles to squeeze them and gives them a shake. he's been wearing crop tops that show how sinful his curves are. soft stretched skin for jm to play.  "i don't see any dough other than these."

th grinds forward, his the few fabric that barely covers his gut riding up till his full belly covers the expanse of jm's torso completely. "who said i meant that dough?" he finishes with a satisfied hiccup.

jm moans, loving the feeling of being crushed by his boyfriend weight.

ever since th discovered about jm's special kink, he's been gracing the older with deteriorating habits. seconds that turn to thirds, 2l sodas that never seem to run out during meals and a chair near the fridge for a "quick and casual" snacking.

he has been gaining weight for some time now and he's been faced with the hardship of having a larger and plumper body. but expend his free days full, horny and loved? it's worth all the kilos he proudly exhibits in his few outgrown clothes.

they pull away and th smirks at the lust in jm's eyes before he whispers to his ear, "turn around, baby. i have something to show you."

jm pouts, whimpering at the mere thought of being fucked full. "i won't be able to see then."

"it's more of a feeling thing," he promises, licking and sucking his ear lobe into his mouth. "please."

jm does as he's told. th's hand slides down his back, arching at the touch and presenting his ass for th to grind again.

it's been a while since th fucked him. always too stuffed to move or too sleepy to even think of anything other than laying down and soundly digest while jm uses his body for his own pleasure.

he drags his ass against th, seeking his crotch but meeting his giggly underbelly instead, all doughty and glorious. "so impatient," th sing-songs. he takes his pajama bottom and underwear and does the same for jm. "you know, i made a discovery today."

"y-yeah?" jm stutters when he feels the tip of th's dick. but it stays there and jm looks back not knowing what's going on.

th thumbs at his chin, licking his lips and gesturing to him to look forward. "i went to grab a bowl from the cabinets and something… was on the way."

"aw, my poor piggy," jm coos, his cook twiching just thinking of it.

"yeah.. but you wanna know how i fixed it?" th thrust in completely, pushing the air out of jm's lungs, then plops his belly on top of jm's back. "aah~ so relieving.."

the older whimpers and moans as he feels the weight of all the cookie dough th ate while he wasn't looking. wiggling back and forth with every thrust and jm doesn't know if he will even last.

jm knows th is fat, yet the thought of all his lard being, not just in the way of penetrating them, but also making hims struggle in his daily tasks has drooling onto the flour covered counter. "f-fuck, sh-shit.."

th pants, reaching for his hand to hold. "you okay down there? color?"

"i wanna try something." jm tries to lean into the counter to stand, bottoming out and leaving th with a pout that will not last long as he sits on the counter. "fuck me like this."

he blinks, expectantly aligning himself once again when jm holds his belly up for him. jm let's go of his belly, the underbelly slapping obscenely against his unattended dick and they both moan. "ugh~ fucking neon green, tæ."

jm jumps on his cook and fucks his underbelly at the same time. some burps come out from th's hanging mouth as he struggles to breathe. "look what you did to me, uh~ . i'm just a pig pet for you to feed and fuck all day."

th groans, snapping his hips and jm clenches around him when he hits his prostate. "are you p-proud of me, m¡n-ah~?"

jm takes his belly, shaking it and patting it to force a burp out of th. "so proud. make me cum and i'll -ughn reward this empty belly."

it actually is kinda bloated, but th always loved the sensation of stretching his fullness to discomfort if that meant jm's hands on him. so he speeds up, leaning closer to jm and trapping his dick completely under his gut. it doesn't take long for jm to cum and th is fast to follow.

his legs are trembling for the force of it and their cum is dripping onto the hard floor. after a short break th goes for something to clean while jm orders the usual to th's favourite burger.

#bts feederism #chub kink #breadcheekstetefic #I SAID I WOULD BE BACK AND HERE I AM >:]

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@chubbybubbyjoonie1 this request was the last puzzle piece i needed to finally make a domestic vm¡n wg fic. i'm still sorting out the story but take this as a little appetizer (ôㅈô)

th cheerfully laughs as he pokes jm's tummy. it barely dips for how packed full he is. "you know. you should have changed into something more comfortable if you planned to gorge yourself."

"i didn't have anything else in hand to open the door. and i refuse to open it in underwear like you do."

"just saying." th pulls at the elastic of his sweats and let's go for it to slap his underbelly, jiggling it.

i mean, it's an obvious solution. but now, with his tummy distended further enough to cover his crotch area off sight, he just wants to take his jeans off at all cost.

and it hurts so bad. jm tries to undo the button, grunting as he sucks in but nothing works with how hard his little belly is. so stubborn. "these. fucking. jeans," he complains. he gives up and lets his belly round out with an exhale and then pop!

the button flickers to th's lap, making him laugh when it hits his thick thigh. "if you wanted the last slice, you could have said so," th says, with his cheeks full, getting crumbs on his tshirt and sweats.

"tæhyung, that's not– don't you think we're getting a bit… fat? it's our second box already."

th takes a sip of his coke. "not fat –uURrp, it's happy relationship weight."

jm's stomach gurgles angrily, either from pain or hunger. he no longer knows the difference, so he rubs it over his strained tshirt. "no, tætæ. these are already the third pair of jeans i outgrown."

th turns to him, his concerned eyes eclipsing the mess in the corners of his mouth. "we can stop whenever you want," he says. "i wish you could see yourself like i do."

jm rolls his eyes, hiccuping as he fidgets on his spot on the couch. "tæhyung."

"i mean it. i don't want you to diet every time you gain weight just from eating comfortably. look at us. i'm twice as you and you still love me and i'm happy with you, no matter the weight."

"you really let yourself go,,"

th pats his belly and shakes the side. "what can i say, i never liked to exercise." he burps rumbly on his fist through a mouthful of pizza, chewing still when he says, "you want the last piece, though? i'm still a bit hungry."

jm shakes his head, kneading th's love handles as he helps himself with the last slice of the pizza. "you're becoming such a hog, tæhyu–*hic* –uuuuUUuRP."

jm freezes in embarrassment, he didn't see that one coming and th's face is not helping at all as he licks his lips. "that was a good one, j¡minie."

"don't get turned on by that," he deadpants

th makes a quick job in finishing his food. on a mission to get closer to his boyfriend (with a bit of discomfort from his full gut) to steal a hungry kiss from his lips.

"i can't help it when you look so hot." he rubs circles on the other's tummy, gaining a more silent burp from jm who just gives in the sensation and starts to dozze out. "i think we should take this to the bedroom, don't you think, m¡nnie?"

he hums expectantly. "yeah, but no pajamas tonight."

#bts feederism #chub kink #breadcheekstetefic #burp kink

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jm finds out th has been acting weird latelly. is not a few days later that he walks in their room while th is showering that he sees the computer on, with a strange tab open

'how to fatten up your partner in a month'

jm chuckles, connecting the dots of why they've been eating take out three nights in a row. he wants jm to get fatter? and get away with it? not in his watch.

he'll fight back.

so that night when their pizza and fried chicken arrives, jm fakes having tummy ache. th pouts, at the amount of food that's gonna go to waste. but then, jm playfully starts feeding him. and soon th falls in a trance, finishing the whole thing all by himself.

jm thinks he won, but the reality is that th left that tab open on purpose for his boyfrind to find and fatten him up.

sneaky little pig in progress.

he will confess about it soon. for now, he feels like sleeping his full tummy in jm's arms.

#bts feederism #chub kink #breadcheekstetefic

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i had a dream that j¡min finally accepted that no matter how much he works out or diets, his body wants that pudgy layer of fat on him.

so there he is rehearsing with one of his tricky tshirts that exposes his torso every time he raises his arms and his abs have melted completely in a pot belly that forms a muffin top over his sweats and he's just as happy and bubbly.

he realizes that this body frame let's him do the same as his built muscles did but he's so much relaxed, allowing himself to eat and rest as much as he pleases.

maybe some of his clothes don't fit, like one of his favourite slacks, but he smirks pleased at the thought of his members staring at his unbuttoned slacks with his pot belly all rounded and full after a group meal in one of their pre debut usual restaurants.

he's so shameless about it, squeezing and shaking it as he grabs yet another serving of meat.

he would keep eating even when the members already settled in with a warm (and chaotic) convo. so from time to time the members would tease him, or even poke his belly mischievously.

or that's what they assure, cause there's an undenyable spark of lust in their eyes. and he for sure will milk every drop of it.

#bts feederism #chub kink #breadcheekstetefic #chubby jimin #the dream was so realistic i didn't realice until like two hours after i woke up that it wasn't real