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pudgecuddles · 11 months

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i love ur rapid wg stories its so hard to find ppl who do those

is there a short rapid wg i might do for jm?

-🪭

Jimin sat alone in his room, half terrified and half giddy. Today was the day. The day that the good old family curse kicked in.

His twenty first birthday.

You see, the Park family generations ago, practically the start of the line were cursed by a scorned lover to gain an increasing amount of weight per generation. Meaning what was 2 pounds that first generation was 512 pounds his parent’s generation. And it was only the men.

This generation was worse though. You see, his dad and uncles, although huge, could still walk around, if barely. His older cousins though? They gained 1,024 pounds. All of his older male cousins were effectively immobile at this point and they just kept growing fatter.

Jimin should be scared. He should be shaking in fear and whimpering in sadness from the inevitable loss of his lean, athletic body. The one he worked so hard for…

Except, he didn’t care at all about all that crap.

He just wanted to be huge.

Jimin was a closeted feedee. Ever since he was little, stuffing pillows in his shirts and doodling fat boys, he’s wanted to be fat. Bigger than fat, bigger than obese. His ultimate dream in life was to blow up so huge he was near unrecognizable. To be immobile like his cousins.

Luckily, the family curse was waiting for him, unluckily, he had to wait until his twenty first birthday…

But! Time didn’t matter anymore, because today was the day. It was 11:58PM and in two minutes, Jimin would start expanding.

He had everything planned out. He saved up a ton of money to buy the house he was currently living in and will be, like his cousins, put on disability for the rest of his life. He’d been chatting online with a feeder online who went by the username GLOSS, and they have plans for GLOSS to move in and take care of Jimin full time.

But that was all for future Jimin to worry about. Right now, he wanted fo focus on himself. To relish in the explosion of fat that he was about to experience.

11:59 and 50 seconds his phone read.

He was seated on his mattress, pulled off of the frame since he would likely break it. This was were he will spend the rest of his life, growing and eating and probably having really hot sex with GLOSS.

11:59 and 58 seconds…

Jimin closed his eyes and held his breath. Here it came!

As the clock struck midnight, and Jimin officially turned twenty one, he felt a soft warmth grow from his middle, outwards. It slowly grew hotter and hotter as the sensation flooded his body, from limb to limb. Jimin broke out into a sweat, overheated body attempting to cool down.

“Nngh…” Jimin moaned as the heat found his dick. Shamelessly, because no one but him was here, Jimin grabbed himself and began slowly stroking.

Suddenly, he felt like he was taking too deep of a breath, like he breathed a bunch of air into his belly and wasn’t breathing out. Except, he was taking quick shallow breaths currently. Whatever was happening to him wasn’t of his own cause.

Opening his eyes, Jimin looked down at his middle section, anxious to see-

There! There it was! A small pooch of fat was slowly expanding on his once prominent abs. His skin, once tight against muscle was now soft to the touch and smooth. It was starting.

Managing to rip his hand away from his dick, Jimin felt up his softening body. He had grown quite plush and malleable. Squeezing and pinching at his now flabby arms and thickening thighs, Jimin almost forgot about his belly, only remembering once it plopped softly onto his widening lap.

Shit, it was touching his dick. Jimin moaned loudly as the soft underbelly encompassed his cock with it’s fat. It only grew wider and heavier as he expanded. His rear lifting him slightly off the mattress as he became unmistakably bottom heavy.

His rings grew tight as his fingers and toes filled up with fat. Hurriedly he took them off and tossed them onto the bedside table. He’ll consider widening them later in life. He felt his chin double and then triple. Oh god, it was speeding up.

His now double belly, rolls forming where a natural crease used to be, grew past his thighs and onto his knees, huge ass going from basket ball sized to yoga ball. His thighs spread out, pushing his legs apart from their sheer size.

Although he couldn’t see it happen, Jimin knew that his chins had fused into one large ring of fat around his neck. His sausage fingers pushed themselves apart and his ankles and knees developed rolls.

He couldn’t see past his gut, but he knew that his fat pad had by now fully engulfed his shrinking cock. He’s never be able to get off by himself again. For some reason he only grew harder from his newfound uselessness.

He’d need help for everything now, because honestly he wasn’t sure he could even get up by himself anymore. He tried lifting one heavy leg, but his ever growing belly pushed into it too heavily to lift. And even if he could stand, would these useless excuses for legs even let him walk? He’s practaiclly having to do the spilts right now with how large theyve grown.

Jimin started panting at the effort it took to remain sitting upright, his saggy boy breasts hung uncomfortably low on his chest and pulled his skin downwards. He needed to lay down.

Shifting his massive ass to allow himself to recline, Jimin carefully propped himself up on a pile of pillows he prepared for this occasion. Ahhh, that was better. His tits sloughed off to his sides, having fused with his back rolls. They drooped, sweat dripping from his shot glass nipples.

As if he body knew his growth was about to come to an end, his belly gave one final rumble and his body gushed with fresh fat to every part of himself. He just expanded from every angle.

God he was so fucking fat. Jimin tried his hardest to explore his body but his arms stuck out to the side too much to move very far. Shit. That might be an issue.

Luckily, Jimin very loosely tied his phone around his wrist like a Wii remote before midnight, so he still had access to his feedee account and messages with GLOSS. His front door was unlocked so all he had to do now was message the feeder.

Minnie Muffin: 12:15AM Heeeeeeey… I wanna see you, you up for a sleepover? ;)

GLOSS: 12:17AM Give me 15 mins.

End.

#pudgeprojects #bts feederism #cw immobility #this was so fun to write thank you anon who just shows up as a box with a questionmark in it on my old ass OS lol

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pudgecuddles · 1 year

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Jungkook’s Fat-Filled Fad Feast

Jungkook reads in a health nut news magazine that high fat foods are good for you and helps control cholesterol. JK, who eats a ton of red meat and eggs because he’s a gym nut, latches onto the idea.

Soon he’s adding multiple avocados to his everyday diet. Some in smoothies, some in breakfast bowls, some as guacamole in burritos, etc. An extra 300 calories per large fruit, with him packing down 2-3 of the things a day.

He also heard that adding a tablespoon of olive oil a day is healthy, another 120 calories.

He snacks on an ounce of macadamia nuts between work outs, adding another 200 calories to his daily intake.

One cup of Greek yogurt in his morning shake, and a cup of the frozen variety for desert in the evening rack up an extra 440 calories.

Of course he had to have his healthy cheat foods, such as creamy cheeses and dark chocolate. An ounce of aged parmesan here (110 calories) a bar of sugar free, 70% dark chocolate there (170 calories).

Over all, he added a near additional 1,800 calories to his everyday diet, which already consisted of 3,500 calories per day on average.

The cherry on top? The same magazine that told him to consume more fat, also recommended less cardio as it puts more pressure on one’s joints in the long term.

Slowly, but steadily, his new routine catches up to him as he changes in size. His washboard abs melting into delicious subcutaneous fat, his once perky rear bloating into a wobbly, soft bubble butt.

His perfect pecks joined the rest of him in their expansion, becoming inflated pouches of fat. Nipples peeking up and poking through every shirt he owns.

His college classmates and hyungs Namjoon and Hoseok watched in confusion as their once fit friend changes into a new man over the course of the semester.

Even his football coach notices, changing his role to being a lineman, a position that requires less running around.

Jungkook, oblivious to his weight gain, and delighted by his new “healthy” lifestyle choices, starts recommending his diet to others. Including his fellow health nut classmates Namjoon and Hoseok.

Namjoon initially questions the diet’s choices, but after reviewing the science explanation in the magazine gave in and was hooked. Hoseok on the other hand has always been open to fad diets and techniques, drifting between things like keto, vegan and celiac for years prior. He didn’t even need to read the magazine to start adding avocados and Greek yogurt to his shopping list.

Even after all of that, all of the extra fats, the additional calories, his snowballing weight needed more. And well, since he’s been eating so well recently, why not have a true cheat day? Or two… or three…

Soon enough, every other day becomes a cheat day. Even inviting his now chubby Hyungs over for pizza and ice cream and fried chicken…

A full school year has gone by at this point, and there are now three permanent dips in Jungkook’s couch seats. You see, it was cheaper for Jungkook to cater to his new, more expensive diet when he had roommates…

Those roommates being the newly inflated Hoseok and Namjoon.

Both boys were squarely in the chubby category, plump and out of shape. Jungkook at this point however was bordering on being solidly fat.

The three of them spend a lot of their time on the couch binge watching old TV shows and movies, chowing down on both healthy and unhealthy fatty foods. Adding more and more calories to their daily intake as their self-control lessened by the day.

Their waistlines grew wider and their shirt tags became XXXL’s. The dips in the couch grew wider and squeakier until one day under their combined weight of 1,120 pounds the three seater gave up the ghost and collapsed.

A jostled Namjoon blinks as he looks down at his now 350 pound body, gently lifting and dropping his no longer new beer belly. Watching the mass wobble, he realized just how far gone he was. Just how heavy he’d grown, how uncomfortably large his gut was.

Shrugging, he grabbed another handful of fries. He was already so big, a little more wouldn’t hurt…

The arguably healthiest minded of the three, Hoseok also took a moment to look over his own flabby belly and wide thighs before blushing heavily and attempting to stand. Unfortunately from the current lowered state of the couch, he had quite of bit of trouble, attempting and failing to stand upright only made his heavy body bounce and jiggle. He blushed harder, panting and wiggling. What had they done?!

Jungkook didn’t even notice the couch breaking, too busy stuffing his fat face full of fried chicken, a leg in each hand as he barely took time to swallow before moving on to his next bite. He wouldn’t realize what happened until he cleared his bucket, licking the grease off his pudgy fingertips and noticing his lowered point of view.

They broke the couch?!

Huh, their bulking must be working then.

Onto dessert…

#pudgeprojects

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pudgecuddles · 11 months

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Pool Boy... Is Up!

Although not the first interactive wg fic I've worked on, Pool Boy is the first one that I've finished. Just in time for Summer too!

This fic features a second person Reader character fattening up Hoseok using liquid and magic. How big will he get? You get to choose his fate!

Enjoy!

*Rated E for Explicit

#pudgeprojects #// pool boy #bts feederism #bts weight gain #water inflation technically #but it all turns into fat pretty quickly #sizes vary from BHM material to XXLSSBHM blob territory #look forward to more interactive stories from me in the future!#I love making them and I hope that you all love reading them!

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pudgecuddles · 10 months

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Inspired by my awful meal replacement shake this AM 😔

Jimin is a chubby chaser and his boyfriend is gym rat Jungkook. JK has a protein shake every morning but always complains that it tastes like shit.

One day Jimin decides “fuck it” and offers to make Jungkook his shakes every morning so he can sleep in a little longer. Over time he replaces ingredients like his regular powder with mass gainer, almond milk with whole milk and eventually half and half, regular ice with ice cream. But he does it so slowly that Jungkook is completely oblivious.

Soon enough, he wants to try bulking, so he asks Jimin to make his shakes have a little more oomph to them calorie wise. Oh boy does he do that. Heavy cream, butter, peanut butter, gelato. This thing is insanely caloric and Jungkook is drinking that shit twice a day and doing no cardio.

He gets CHUNKY. And Jimin loves watching him jiggle and play with his new belly unaware of how bad he’s getting. Jungkook gets so out of shape that he keeps putting off cutting the fat, only to grow bigger and bigger.

Eventually Jimin walks in on Jungkook admiring himself in the bedroom mirror, completely naked. Cupping his gut and shaking it, turning around and jumping to see his ass bounce. He’s enthralled with his size.

They never mention cutting again, as Jungkook continues to swell.

#pudgeprojects #pudgeprompts #not Skyrim for once I know

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pudgecuddles · 11 months

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Yoongi who’s not used to physical affection from Taehyung but still wants to show how much he loves him by feeding him. Which then turns to also surprising him with new clothes as he grows fatter. Before long, Yoongi has a massive Taehyung on his hands.

“This looks like kind of a lot, Yoongi.” Taehyung stared at the spread of take out in front of them.

“Yeah, maybe.” Yoongi rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “But hey, there’s always leftovers. Besides I know that Thai’s your favorite, you can have a little of everything and pack the rest away.”

Taehyung hummed, contemplating his options before shrugging and loading up his first plate with, like Yoongi said, a little of everything. “If I end up eating all of this, it’s your fault.”

Yoongi held up his hands in surrender. “Got it. Got it.”

Plopping themselves down on the sofa, they started up the movie they were going to watch, Ratatouille. It was Taehyung’s favorite movie and always inspired an appetite in him.

Needless to say, there were no leftovers that night.

“Heal me dammit!” Taehyung shouted as he tapped frantically on his keyboard. “Can we get a fucking Medic on our team already?! Red is pulverizing us! They have Uber already!”

The match ended shortly after, Blu team having failed to prevent the bomb from being pushed into their base.

Yoongi walked in with a platter of snacks just as Taehyung smacked his forehead in exasperation. “Did we really need three fucking Gibus Snipers? Really?”

“Playing casual matches again?” Yoongi was amused at how vocal Taehyung always got when he played his games. “You know that comp has better communication.”

“Yeah, but sometimes I just don’t wanna be roasted for maining Demoknight, okay? Casual doesn’t give a shit.”

“True.” Yoongi wanted to lean in and kiss his boyfriend sweetly, but hot embarrassment ran through him at the thought of potential rejection. Instead, he offered the tray to Taehyung. “I made you a consolation prize…”

Taehyung’s eyes bugged out at the sight of all his favorite snacks placed so prettily on the platter. “Yoongi, you shouldn’t have. That’s so sweet of you!” It didn’t matter to Taehyung in that moment that he had just eaten breakfast, or that he was actually trying to lose a few pounds. The kind, loving gesture from his boyfriend outranked silly little diets.

Taehyung grabbed a butter cracker dolloped with nutella and popped the whole thing in his mouth at once. “Mmmmmm…”

Yoongi took that as approval. “Well, I guess I’ll leave you to it-”

“Nuh-uh.” Taehyung swallowed audibly. “You’re always my good luck charm, I’m keeping you here.”

Taehyung stood up just then, pulling his tight shirt down his newly grown belly. Yoongi gulped at the sight. “I’ll stay.”

“Good, now come over here and sit.” Taehyung gestured towards his large, comfortable gaming chair.

Confused, Yoongi obediently sat on the chair, sinking into it’s softness. Hmm, this was nice.

Suddenly, all of Taehyung’s weight dropped onto Yoongi’s lap. “Oof! What-?”

“Sorry Yoongi, but you’re trapped now!” Taehyung grinned, lowering the chair so that he could reach the keyboard from his elevated position. “I knew you’d say no if I asked, so I tricked you.”

Cheeky brat. Yoongi Smiled, glad that his boyfriend was one to take initiative.

Taehyung got into queue for a new game as Yoongi tried to get comfortable. They have had Taehyung sit on Yoongi’s lap in the past, but this was different.

You see, Taehyung was 33 pounds heavier than last time, and Yoongi felt every ounce of it.

He knew only because he checked their scale’s history feature. Taehyung used to hover around 137 pounds, now the chubby boy clocked in at 170.

170 pounds sat right on Yoongi’s poor dick.

This was going to be a long match…

After months of weekly take out, and daily snacking sessions, it was about time that Taehyung started having trouble with his pants. He’d grown a little bottom heavy over time and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it. On one hand he really didn’t care what size he was, but on the other, he values Yoongi’s opinion more than anything in the world. What if he was grossed out by him?

Thoughts for later.

Grunting and groaning, Taehyung’s double belly wobbled viciously as he jumped up and down trying to squeeze his dimpled thunder thighs into his favorite pair of jeans. It’d been a while since he’s worn them, having defaulted to his comfier pair of sweats for the past month and a half while he was between jobs.

Now, he had a job interview in an hour and needed to wear something other than stained sweatpants and BO coated tank top. Besides, that one tended to leave a bit of his lower belly hanging out to jiggle for all to see. It was fine when he was at home alone or with Yoongi, but he somehow doubted that a potential employer would approve of it.

“Dammit!” Taehyung flopped onto his bed, causing the springs to creak from the sudden weight. “I guess 276 pounds is officially the limit for Levi’s…”

With a brief knock at the door, Yoongi came in to see Taehyung looking like someone gave up on pulling the pants up their too fat Barbie doll and just tossed it on their bed for later. “Taehyungie?”

“Don’t start. I know how I look.”

“I wasn’t gonna say anything.” Yoongi held up one hand in surrender, the other holding a medium sized box. “I actually brought you something that I think will help you out.”

Taehyung lifted his head, giving himself a double chin. “What is it? A present?”

“Kinda…” Yoongi blushed. “I saw the other day that you kept pulling down your shirt, so I decided to grab you some more clothes… Uhm, bigger ones.” He mumbled that last part, hoping that Taehyung didn’t take the gesture badly.

Taehyung again wasn’t sure how to feel. Yoongi went out of his way to cater to his larger size and buy him new clothes, that had to mean that he didn’t hate him right? Otherwise, Taehyung had no qualms about going up in size, it was just part of getting fatter.

“Thank you, Yoongi.” Taehyung smiled, deciding to be touched by the effort. “Lemme try ‘em on.”

The ones on top of the pile, XXL, fit perfectly.

Both men ignored the bottom pile of XXXXL outfits.

Besides, it was smart to have clothes with room to grow on hand.

“-Urp!- Can I have some more, Yoonie?” Taehyung burped politely into his fist. “I’m all out…” He set down his big gulp cup in the cup holder of their new sofa, Taehyung having broken their old one.

Yoongi called out from the kitchen, “Coming up!” The sound of a blender cut out anything else he might have said.

Taehyung’s tummy grumbled. The large double belly hung off of the couch, between his legs and rested on the floor. It’d been over a year since he’d started seriously gaining weight and he already found that most of his days began and ended with his massive ass on the sofa, stuffing his face with whatever Yoongi presented to him.

It was a special occasion this time though, he’d reached 637 pounds that morning. A full 500 pounds more than his starting weight. He and Yoongi never really discussed what they were doing with Taehyung’s body, they just both knew they didn’t mind it. Maybe it was a subconscious effort to see how far they could go, maybe it was just their love language in action. Either way, Taehyung had seriously ballooned and he didn’t care at all.

“Here you are.” Yoongi stepped into the living room, handing a second big gulp cup to Taehyung. “I added some prunes this time. You know you need more fiber.”

“But Hyung!” Taehyung whined. “You know that makes me gassy…”

“Everything makes you gassy nowadays.” Yoongi deadpanned.

“True.” Taehyung sighed. He brought the cup up to his lips ad began gulping.

And gulping.

He whined slighting as the mixture hit his stomach heavily. Yoongi immediately came over and began massaging his taught upper belly. Willing his stomach to digest faster. To grow fatter.

Gulp.

Sluuuuurp…

Gasping for air, Taehyung hiccuped loudly. “That- hic! Was so good, Yoongi.”

-UUUUURP!-

Taehyung let out a loud belch.

Yoongi continued rubbing his hard gut, encouraging the release of gas, used to it by now. “That’s it baby, keep going.”

-Buur…BrrruUUUUUUuUuuUup!”-

That last one was gurgley.

Panting and still hiccuping, Taehyung rested his chubby hands on his bulging love handles and squeezed. “Look what your excellent cooking has done to me, Yoongi. I’m huge!”

“I know, Taehyungie.” Yoongi slipped his hand into Taehyung’s cavernous belly button, hidden between his sagging upper and lower bellies and wiggled his long fingers. “I know.”

Taehyung moaned, only recently getting used to Yoongi’s courageous showings of affection. “Y-Yeah… Here’s to another 500.”

End.

#pudgeprojects #cw gas #cw burping #bts feederism

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pudgecuddles · 4 months

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Looking for fictional feederism livestream ideas! Shoot me a reply, reblog or ask if there’s anything you’d like to read about or feel would be fun!

NSFW is okay too!

Why am I asking this? Hmm, no reason in particular…

#pudgeprojects #I’ve got some ideas of my own #but am curious to know what the community thinks of #no guarantees that any particular idea will be used #but I’d still love to see what you can think of

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pudgecuddles · 10 months

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WOLF JOON WOLF JOON WOLF JOON WOLF JOON

Sexy- werewolf joon with a fat gut. Wolfie with a biiig crush. Fucking Jungkook into the mossy ground with his fatty belly resting on him. Growling and licking him. Greedily inhaling his scent. Trying to bite at his shoulder because mmmmmh- Jungkook would make a VERY good mate. Alpha wolf cock and fucking him until his belly bloats with cum. Protective. Wraps his thick fat arms around Jungkook from behind when someone else gets too close. Maybe accidentally calls Jungkook is Omega once during a rut.

Begging for pets when he's being soft. Nothing compares to Jungkook's hands in his hair and gently scratching at his ears... it makes his tail wag-

Okay, a) I love this. b) you inspired me and c) I'm sorry, but I didn't quite write what you asked for ^_^; Either way, this is for you Anon.

*This is the first of potentially many BTS Skyrim WG AU one-shots. I think I'll call it:

Good Boy’s Eat Well…

“Aw come on, Jungkookie.” Namjoon whined, sounding too much like an actual dog for comfort. “It’s almost the full moon, we gotta take advantage of it. You know I’ll be good for you right? We just gotta let me take it out on those blasted Silver Hand and I’ll be good.”

It was true, Jungkook thought. Not only had Namjoon proven that given the right outlet for his wolf spirit’s aggressive tendencies, he was a rather sweet werewolf around Jungkook. That and the den of Silver Hand, a glorified group of werewolf hunting bandits, had taken up residence too close to Lake View Manor, their home, for comfort.

“Okaaaaaay…” Jungkook groaned, before taking another sip of his mead. He’d just gotten back from clearing out a Dragur nest, catacombs of the undead Nordic warriors of old, with Hoseok yesterday and wanted some down time with his lovers before heading out on another quest. “But as soon as they're gone we come back okay? No camping.”

“No camping.” Namjoon swore, crossing his heart. His eyes shown silver in the firelight, proof of his lycanthropy. A “gift” from the Daedric Prince Hircine. It was curable, but Namjoon didn’t view it as a curse like other Nords did. He liked being able to hear Jungkook’s heart beat, the rush of his dragon blood, the scent of his musk after a long hard battle…

A long hard battle it was.

Apparently, they had let the Silver Hand fester longer than they should have because their camp was larger and more established than it had any right being. It took the two of them four hours to clear them all out. And by ‘clear them all out’ Jungkook meant kill without mercy.

Jungkook put on his large, sharp gauntlets and proceeded to rip out throats and crush skulls with his unarmed expertise. Namjoon heaved his massive two handed battle axe and slashed through anyone that got in his way.

At one point, Jungkook was cornered. Five Silver Hand, including their leader, lead Jungkook into a corner. Enchanted Ebony Gauntlets up, Jungkook blocked hit after heavy hit. With no other choice, Jungkook readied himself to Shout, an ability granted to those with the soul of a dragon, to push them back and give him some room to start picking them off. But before he could even inhale enough, he heard a soul freezing howl.

Namjoon had seen his lover get cornered, seen him take hit after hit, seen the slight panic in his big brown eyes.

Smelt his fear.

Without warning, his wolf spirit took over. His hands spasmed as he howled, dropping his beloved battle axe as he struggled to unhook his armor. He was about to grow twice his already quite large size, and needed these off asap.

Luckily he commissioned this armor set to have quick release hooks. Panicked, he flicked all the hooks back and his armor dropped to the dirt floor. Just in time too, as he felt the prickling of fur growing and muscle tissues connected. Dropping onto all fours he thrashed in irritation as the beast took over.

To his opponent's credit, the Silver Hand only hesitated for a few seconds before lifting his silver sword back up and charging-

Only for Namjoon’s long, dark lycanthrope fingers to catch said blade in one hand. The sharpened silver cut easily into his thick palm, but he didn’t care about the burning, holy pain. All he cared about was getting to Jungkook and teaching these milk-drinkers not to mess with his mate.

Slashing through the man before him, Namjoon ignored the fresh blood-scent and bounded over to the overwhelmed Jungkook. Namjoon tackled the Silver Hand closest to himself and ripped out his throat with his teeth. Turning to the next man, Namjoon slashed his belly open, entrails spilling out and onto the dirt floor.

Now aware of him, the now leaderless Silver Hand surrounding Jungkook turned their attention towards the bigger threat.

The much bigger threat.

Namjoon towered over the Silver Hand, and with only one swing of his claws slashed the face off of one of them. The man’s jaw splat wetly on the ground, tongue coming off with it. The man choked on his own blood and ran off only to trip over their camp fire and light his furs on fire.

Good. Namjoon and the beast spirit thought in unison.

The rest of the fight was a red tinged blur to Namjoon as he near fully let the beast spirit take over. Soon enough all of the Silver Hand were dead, and all that was left were Jungkook and Namjoon.

Falling to his furry knees, to be closer to Jungkook in height, Namjoon warbled at his mate. Asking if he was okay. Shoving his snout into Jungkook’s chest, Namjoon nuzzled intently.

“Geez, J-Joon!” Jungkook sputtered, physically pushed back by Namjoon’s prodding. “I absolutely had them! You didn’t need to shift for me…” Unlike rumors liked to portray, werewolves didn’t uncontrollably shift during the full moon, the wolf spirit was just stronger than usual. Hence why Namjoon almost singlehandedly took down a den of Silver Hands where normally he would struggle just as much if not more so than Jungkook.

Namjoon turned his face to the side an snorted, as if to say “Of course you did…”.

Jungkook slapped his dark, furry shoulder in protest. “I did too! I was just about to Shout at them! You totally took my quarry from me! Ugh anyway-,” Jungkook took a look around the final room they found themselves in. “There looks like there's a bunch of stuff here we can take home or sell. I’ll gather up the silver weapons if you sniff around for a healing potion. Don’t think I didn’t see that cut of yours!”

Namjoon grumbled, his beast spirit was angry that his mate didn’t appreciate Namjoon saving him, but Namjoon logically knew that Jungkook loved a good fight better than anyone he knew, and he just took one from him. He couldn’t help it though! It was the full moon and he barely was able to control the shift, even infront of Jungkook. How could he not run in and ‘save’ his beloved?!

Jungkook gave him a quick scratch behind the ear, a sign that he wasn’t really mad at him and left to go loot the corpses. Namjoon himself took to sniffing around for the distinctive scent of wheat or blue mountain flower, the most common ingredients in your average healing potion.

Instead however, all he could pick up was the smell of blood.

Blood, blood, blood.

Some of it still barely pumping.

Some of it pooling in the dirt.

All of it, delectable, straight from the heart.

Noticeing Namjoon sniffing around the ripped open torso of a Silver Hand a little too intently, Jungkook called out, “You can go ahead, Namjoon. You’ve probably still got an hour left as a beast, might as well make it the night.”

Werewolves ate the hearts of their enemies to grow stronger.

The more they ate in one sitting, the longer the transformation that day would last. Usually one would turn back after a couple hours, however if they ate a few hearts of man, the transformation would last much longer.

If Namjoon were to eat each heart in this final room, he’d likely remain as a beast the rest of the night, like Jungkook estimated.

Namjoon got to work.

Unlike many blessed by Hircine, the Daedric Prince of The Hunt, Namjoon didn’t hate being a werewolf. In fact, he rather liked it. Many wished for the day they could finally kill their beastly alter ego and free themselves of their fate, but Namjoon got along quite well with his own beast spirit.

It was how he got to know Jungkook after all.

With one great hand slash paw, Namjoon ripped out the delicate little heart from the body of a dead Silver Hand. Shoving it in his mouth and biting down, he let the juices flow down his throat. Mmm, the blood of his enemies once more entering his body. Making him stronger.

Several moments go by. Jungkook had piled up all the discarded weapons in the middle of the room and was working on organizing them in his enchanted pockets for easy carrying. He watched as Namjoon snuffled around the bodies of the dead and munched on their useless hearts. Jungkook watched as soon enough, all of the bodies had been riffled through (he saw Namjoon find and knock back a red potion bottle at some point, fixing his hand) and all hearts were gone.

Namjoon’s face was stained darker than it already was with blood, and he growled lowly.

Wait no…

That wasn’t Namjoon's normal growl.

Was that his stomach?

Namjoon looked startled by his own belly growling at him. What? He’d just eaten like, twelve human hearts! What more could he want?!

Looking down at the body in front of him however, Namjoon was tempted. The temptation has always been there, but now it was even more so. Now that it was the full moon and he wasn’t fighting.

Jungkook had never considered fattening up Namjoon, not like he had with Taehyung or Yoongi. Not even like he did with his poor, long suffering Steward, Jin. He always considered Namjoon to be like Hoseok, fit and ready for a fight (or in Hoseok’s case, flight). Not… thick and wobbly like the others.

But the thought of it now, of Namjoon eating more than usual, more often, of letting him slowly blow up… The idea was addictive.

“I wont judge, you know.” Jungkook tried to say neutrally, hiding his excitement. “You can have more if you want…”

Namjoon’s head cocked to the side, as if asking if it was really okay.

“Yes, I don’t care.” Jungkook chuckled. “I literally have the soul of a dragon, I’m the last one to judge animalistic tendencies. Go wild.”

With his moral permission, Namjoon did indeed, go wild.

The crackle of the campfire Jungkook put together outside of the bandit’s hide out sung it’s sweet song as he pet Namjoon’s bulging belly. A dull, rhythmic thump interrupted the still air as Namjoon’s tail wagged.

A luna moth fluttered past them through the crowd of torchbugs. It must be nearing ten or eleven at night.

Namjoon groaned lightly, this being technically his first stuffing. One of possibly many more to come.

“How is it?” Jungkook asked, despite knowing it would be hard for Namjoon to give an answer as he was still transformed. “How is it being so full for the first time?”

He rubbed a little harder into the werewolf’s bloat, unleashing a loud moaning whine from the beast cuddled up next to him.

Namjoon wished he could tell Jungkook all about what the sensation of being this full did to him. How large and powerful he felt, how meek and delicate he was. The juxtaposition of being both strong and vulnerable was addictive. In the past, he never understood Jungkook’s relationship with Taehyung, how they were okay with and even seemed to enjoy Taehyung growing to such a massive size. Or even the rumors he heard about Jungkook and the Thief Prince Yoongi, about how the vampire was now quite plump. Or how Jungkook tricked his steward Jin into drinking ale mixed with a potion that made him chubby around the middle and leaky from the top.

All of this used to be so weird to him, how all these men could let themselves go like that, keep themselves fat. All for Jungkook. How Jungkook could like it, even.

But now, with the unarmed fighter’s warm calloused hands rubbing into his fuzzy belly, the small burps he elicited from him, Namjoon finally felt like he understood. He understood the need to please, with each flattering term that left Jungkook's mouth. How he seemed so into it, more so than any other time they had been together.

Jungkook really liked them round, didn’t he?

And Namjoon was really starting to like being round…

“That’s a good boy, just let it out.” Jungkook cooed after a particularly nasty burp. The smell of flesh on the breath of a werewolf wasn’t as nice as when Taehyung ate too many lavender honey dumplings and happened to belch. “That just means your belly is working on turning all your enemies into full, fresh fat. Imagine, being bigger than you are now, rounder, stronger, more intimidating.”

He did, he did imagine that. Having to let out his armor, or even get a new set all together due to his expanding waistline. Being able to eat more, drink more, take up more space.

He loved the thought of it.

“Good boy’s eat well…”

Morning light trickled into the large leather tent that Jungkook set up, their campfire didn’t last the night, now just white hot coals.

Namjoon groaned in his human voice as he sat up, squinting. Distant splashing told him that Jungkook had left to wash up before breakfast.

A cooking pot sat on the hot coals, warming up water for tea. A hunk of bread and cheese with salmon jerky sat on the bedroll next to Namjoon.

Despite having just eaten… several people yesterday, Namjoon’s stomach growled at the thoughtful gesture from Jungkook. Quickly he ate his share, desperate for more of that full sensation he had the night before. He didn’t get it.

Namjoon smelled a clean Jungkook making his way over from the small lake he spotted on their map the other day. “Dear one?” He called out. “About last night… I uh-”

Jungkook came tromping into view, clean shaven and bright smelling. “I’m sorry!” Jungkook interrupted, a bright red color on his face.

“What?”

“I knew that you might regret what I made you do but I did it anyway cause it was late and I was horny and watching you eat so much was so hot and-” Jungkook stumbled over his words, pacing, a pained expression on his face.

“Kookie!” Namjoon had to nearly shout to get his attention. “I don’t mind it at all.”

“You don’t?” Jungkook paused his pacing.

“No!” Namjoon chuckled, dimples showing. “I actually kinda wanna do it again. Well, maybe with people food this time. Human bodies taste good to the beast spirit, but not to me.” He stuck his tongue out.

“Oh thank god, I thought you hated me.”

“Hated you?” Namjoon’s eyebrows shot up. “Rabbit, I could never hate you! Where on earth did you get that idea?!”

“I dunno,” Jungkook plopped down next to Namjoon’s bedroll, and pulled his own wooden plate of breakfast onto his lap. “I just second guess what I’m doing to my friends and lovers sometimes. You know? Fattening them up on purpose? It’s funny when it’s Jin and hot when it’s Taehyung, but Yoongi doesn’t have a choice now. I know he doesn’t care, because he would have told me if he did, but you! You, Namjoon, you’re too sweet to me. You’d do anything I ask of you. You wouldn’t even hint that you didn’t like it, just to avoid hurting my feelings.”

“Jungkook…” Namjoon couldn’t disagree. He really would do anything Jungkook asked of him.

“I know it’s not good to doubt Sanguine,” the Daedric Prince of Hedonism of whom Jungkook has pledged his soul to, “But I value my relationships and don’t want people to resent me.”

Namjoon took the plate off of Jungkook’s lap, and pulled the slightly smaller man onto his own, mindful of his still bloated belly.

“Can I try something?” Namjoon smiled at him.

“...Sure?”

Namjoon grabbed part of Jungkook’s breakfast, a thick wedge of cheese, and brought it up to the other man’s lips.

“Oh.” Jungkook stared wide eyed at the slice, before opening his mouth and allowing the larger man to slide part of it in. He bit down and chewed, savoring the taste of goat cheese.

He could get used to this.

“See, now we’re even.” Namjoon smirked.

Jungkook adjusted himself so that he was now straddling the bigger man, pelvis pressed juicily up against the hard, warm bloat from yesterday. “Not yet I don’t think.” He had never been stuffed or even hand fed before, this was new and delicious to Jungkook.

Namjoon chuckled lightly, “As you wish.”

Three minutes and several food items later, Jungkook’s face was flushed and Namjoon had a smug smile on his face. He had fed Jungkook all of his breakfast, and even some of their dry rations.

(It wasn’t an issue using them up since they were only a three hour hike from Lake View Manor, and could restock when they got back home.)

“Th-That was…” Jungkook gasped as Namjoon placed open-mouthed kisses on the pulse of his neck. “That was nice.”

“Hmm,” Namjoon hummed glancing up at Jungkook. “Just nice?”

“Maybe a bit more than nuh-ICE!” Jungkook yelped as Namjoon nipped at his throat with his sharper than average teeth, growling lightly. “Okay! Okay! I fucking loved it, you absolute hound! Now get offa me, we’ve got ground to cover and meals to digest.”

Namjoon scooted Jungkook off of his lap and stood, attempting to put his armor back on…

Except, he couldn’t buckle the chest plate.

“Jungkook…” Namjoon whined, struggling to pull together the Nordic carved steel. “It wont fit.”

Turning around and seeing his mate struggle to wear his own damned armor was incredibly hot. Jungkook blushed bright red, imagining a very fat Namjoon in his mate’s place, doing the same thing.

Get it together, Dragonborn…

“Oh, uhm… Here, let me-” Jungkook gestured for Namjoon to put away his armor before he held up his right hand and placed it on Namjoon’s clothed chest. “Spaan Slen!”

Namjoon’s skin began to shimmer a light turquoise as the modified Alteration spell took effect. “Woah! That tingles...”

“There, that should last a couple hours. Lemme know when the tingling fades and I’ll recast it.” Jungkook nodded at the spell well cast. He was talented in all schools of magick, but didn’t find it as satisfying in battle as punching someone’s lights out was. “This should be the equivalent protection of that chest plate, give or take a few hits.”

“Thanks, Rabbit.” Namjoon gave Jungkook an obnoxious smooch right on the lips.

“Yeah, yeah, Mutt.” Jungkook rolled his eyes, but smooched back anyways. “Lets get moving, I told Jin we’d be back by yesterday. Knowing him, he’s probably worked himself up into a tizzy by now.”

“But you love it when he stress eats.” Namjoon winked as he rolled up their tent and shoved it into his enchanted fur backpack.

“Well-” Jungkook blushed a bit. “Yeah, but still. I promised yesterday and here we are, a day late.”

“Okay, okay. Lets get going.”

Jungkook finished putting away their camp by dousing the coals of their campfire. He ran up to Namjoon and flicked his clothed pec, “Race you there fatty.”

“Hey!” Namjoon rubbed at his abused chest as Jungkook jogged ahead of him, Shouting “Wuld!”, turning him into a blur as his Voice made sprinting easier. “I’m not even fat yet!”

The yet was purposefully stated.

Jungkook pretended that he didn’t hear that, also ignoring the part of him that wondered how much slower he would be if he was fatter too…

Oh well, Jungkook thought as Namjoon tapped into his inhuman speed to catch up to him. We’ll find out soon enough.

#pudgeprojects #pudgeask #BTS Skyrim WG AU #tw cannibalism #but not really? cause hes a werewolf #tw vore #also kind of but not really? cause they're dead #// namkook #// werewolf nj #// dragonborn jk #mutual gaining

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pudgecuddles · 10 months

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BTS Skyrim WG AU:

🐉 Jungkook: Dragonborn, main character. Loves mead and cheese. Eventually meets Sam Guevenne, the mortal visage of Sanguine the Daedric Prince of Hedonism. Becomes his devotee. Gets big but not big enough to wear him out. Honors Sanguine by fattening up his friends and lovers. Polyamorous.

💜 Taehyung: Jungkook’s Housecarl, takes the place of Lydia. He gets fattened up to the point of affecting his mobility. He loves whatever Jungkook loves, including his weight. Found in Whiterun, lives in Breezehome. Later in Lakeview Manor. Has to loose some weight to be moved by carriage. Gains it all back. Sexual with JK, Romantic with Jimin.

Jimin: A mercenary that Jungkook beats in a drinking contest and travels with for a while. Found in Whiterun’s Bannered Mare. Lives in breezehome. Later in Lakeview Manor. Takes care of Taehyung once he’s too big to fight. Asexual. Romantic with Taehyung.

💜 Namjoon: A sellsword werewolf Jungkook encounters in Windhelm. Travels with JK cause his wolf spirit has got a crush on him. Has no intention of curing himself of Hircine’s gift. Gets big but not enough to impair him. Romantic and sexual with JK.

💜 Yoongi: Head of the Thieves Guild in Riften. Runaway Vampire Prince. Gets fat off of Dragonborn blood. Very plump, but mobile. For now. Jungkook visits him in The Ragged Flagon once a week to feed him, since he’s now addicted to Dragonborn blood. Friends with Benefits with JK.

Jin: Jungkook’s Lakeview Manor steward. Takes care of everyone whether they live there or just visit. Gets chubby but doesn’t like it very much. JK likes to tease him for it. Honestly the only reason why things run as smoothly as they do. Platonic with JK.

💜 Hoseok: Head Apprentice of Restoration magic at Winterhold under Colette Marence. Meets Jungkook while out on request and they have a short fling. Visits him frequently when on fetch quests for Colette. Uses his healing magic to keep the especially heavy ones healthy. Romantic with JK. Too focused on his training to be very sexual with him or gain weight.

#pudgeprojects #pudgeprompts #if no one else will do it then I guess I will #send asks if you have any questions regarding this au #that is if you’re one of the two people here including me that are remotely interested in this lol

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pudgecuddles · 4 months

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Proof Of Concept: Mad Science

[It's been a really weird week so what better way to cope than to check in on your magnum opus again? lol]

Namjoon Breast Growth & WG, Jin Route:

Synopsis thus far: Namjoon works for Jin’s company where he was accidentally exposed to a chemical that, unbeknownst to Namjoon, causes breast growth and weight gain. He decides to call Jin for help only for his boss to take him deeper into the facility…

The elevator opened up to a mostly empty, blue walled hallway. Too dizzy to turn his head left or right, all Namjoon could immediately see was a handful of unlabeled metal doors. Interestingly, there were no door handles or visible card scanners to be found. Still helping Namjoon stay upright, Dr. Kim promptly walked them both to the closest door. As the doctor drew near, Namjoon heard a cheerful beep and the door slid open. Proximity sensors? “Here we go, Namjoon-ssi.” Dr. Kim led him to an actually very comfortable, if not pretty large, hospital cot. It was soft and smelt freshly washed. Namjoon flopped backwards in relief. Even with his eyes closed, his head was spinning. “Oh man… Thank you Dr. Kim.” Namjoon sighed. “A minute longer and I think I would have puked.” “It's the least I can do.” Dr. Kim’s voice came from the other side of the bed-like cot. “We want to make sure you’re comfortable during your stay here.” “Oh! You don’t need to worry about that.” Namjoon quickly assures. “I swear, I’ll be out of your hair and back to work as soon as my symptoms improve. I wouldn’t want to trouble you for longer than necessary.” “Hmm,” Dr. Kim didn’t pause in whatever he was fiddling with outside of Namjoon’s vision, “And how are you feeling right now, Namjoon-ssi?” The older man asked, brushing off what his new patient had just said. “Umm…” Namjoon took a second to give himself a small check up, “I’m really dizzy; vertigo, nausea, fever possibly? I’m pretty sweaty and uh- a bit bloated.” Glancing down at his middle, Namjoon saw an puffy bump where a flat stomach should've been. Dr. Kim looked over at that. “Yes, that all lines up. It’s been around 20 minutes after the exposure, are you sure you don’t feel anything else? Just nauseous?” “I really do-” A loud gurgle from Namjoon’s stomach cuts him off. “Oh! Oh god, I am so hungry.” A sudden rush of hunger overtakes Namjoon. “Good, good. That’s typical.” Dr. Kim smiles, reaching down to palpate Namjoon’s belly. His fingers pressed and prodded against the surprisingly soft flesh of his new tummy. “Yes. It seems to be coming long nicely.” Dr. Kim commented, giving Namjoon’s now plush belly a condescending pat, watching it barely wobble. “I-I’m sorry, Dr. Kim, but I don’t understand…” Namjoon whispered. “What’s happening to me?” “Let’s get an IV in you.” Dr. Kim ignored him. “The hunger indicates that your body is asking for nutrients.” “An IV? Can’t I just eat something?” Okay, so he wasn’t going to be getting much information out of the director. Namjoon understood that their client’s serums were supposed to be the private equivalent of state secrets. Of course he wouldn’t be allowed to know what they did… That was what’s happening, right? Dr. Kim began prepping an IV line, pulling out a bag of clear liquid. “Nil per os. Nothing by mouth, young man. Solid food could choke you if you ate too fast. We can’t compromise the process.” Process... Namjoon gulped, half out of nerves, half to swallow down the saliva produced from thinking about food.

“Y-you said no solid food, right? So, something like a protein shake or- or mashed potatoes would be okay then?” Dr. Kim paused, a thoughtful look forming on his face. “I can try it.” He assented, starting to put away the IV. “I’ll have to hook you up with a feeding tube, though. You wont be able to talk.” Any panic Namjoon felt at the thought of being muted for who knows how long they’ll have him hooked up, was washed away by another painful wave of hunger. “Ngh! I don’t care, Doctor! I just need it in me! Please I’m so hungry!” An intense, but unreadable expression appeared on Dr. Kim’s face. “Again.” Namjoon whined, “What?” “Ask me again.” “I’m hungry, Doctor. P-please give me the tube…” Namjoon teared up. The pain was getting worse. Dr. Kim harshly pinched a perky, hardened nipple, eliciting a cut off moan. “You will refer to me as, Sir. Understand?” Namjoon could taste bile in the back of his throat, but he was desperate at this point. “Sir! Please, I need the tube! I’m starving!” Dr. Kim chuckled mockingly, “Starving? With all of this hanging off of you?” He slapped Namjoon’s plush tummy. “Sure, I’ll play along. Here, open wide and don’t choke. We’ll try this without anesthesia first. I don’t want to add another variable to the experiment.” Namjoon’s mouth opened wide, eager to be filled up. The tube slid down impossibly easy, as if Namjoon’s gag reflex had been turned off for the day. The vague feeling of the rubber hitting his stomach was uncomfortable, but the younger man didn’t choke. Dr. Kim moved over to the other side of the actually quite large room. What Namjoon had originally thought was an exit turned out to be double doors to a large walk in refrigerator. Bags of clear fluid, blood, and plasma hung in organized rows. Dr. Kim ignored those however, instead reaching into a plastic bin. The doctor shuffled back over, a massive vacuum sealed bag of beigeish paste craddled in both arms. The thing was huge; four, maybe five liters of the stuff sloshed thickly with every step. Plopping it down on a metal table with a huff, Dr. Kim shook out his arms. “Oh, I have got to get a cart with wheels.” Namjoon absently tongued the bottom of the cold, smooth tube. Dr. Kim pulled the bag closer to the large, metal machine stood behind Namjoon’s bed, out of sight. After what sounded like metal creaking and plastic tearing, Namjoon felt the tube vibrate lightly. Sadly, he couldn’t taste the paste being pumped into him, but Namjoon could definitely feel it settling in his stomach. Finally, Namjoon moaned, eyes rolling into the back of his head. Feels so good... Dr. Kim smiled as Namjoon’s belly began to bloat outwards, the younger man’s eyes barely open. “Enjoying yourself there, Joon-ah?” The nickname sounded belittling coming out of the doctor’s mouth. Namjoon just hummed, suckling needlessly at the rubber between his plump lips.

It’s been a while since I’ve worked on this interactive story, and I’m not even sure if anyone would be interested in it at this point ^_^;

I still desperately want to finish it some day, hopefully before BTS finishes their military service… It’s just hard to find kinky motivation when you’re incapable of feeling arousal in any sense of the word.

Let me know if anyone would even still be interested in reading this!

It will contain 4 routes, 15 branches and 30 endings with a hopeful update for a 5th route featuring JK in the future. I would honestly consider this my most intensive project to date.

Happy to get out this little preview at least!

#pudgeprojects #pudgepreview #// mad science #bts feederism

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