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“Hyung, say ‘ah’!” Jimin smiled, Hoseok opening his mouth, preoccupied by watching dance videos on his phone to pay much attention to whatever shenanigans Jimin was up to. Jimin quickly shoved a cinnamon bun into Hoseok’s mouth, catching him off guard. Hoseok practically choked on it.

“Jimin! I have a diet to follow, I already ate.” Hoseok pouted, swallowing the bun, seeing as it was already in his mouth. Jimin batted his eyelashes innocently.

“Really, hyung? I didn’t know.” Jimin lied, Hoseok returning to his phone. Jimin waited a few moments before bringing another one to his mouth, Hoseok eating it by pure reflex.

“Stop, I can’t have any.” Hoseok weakly protested, but still sat beside Jimin. Jimin giggled. Pushing down Hoseok onto the couch.

“Open wide, hyungie.” Jimin coaxed, barely asking permission before bringing yet another into the older’s mouth. And then another, and another, barely giving him time in between bites to breathe, before quickly polishing off the box of treats.

“J-Jiminie, I’m your hyung-“ Jimin quieted his protests by bringing a brownie to his mouth from a nearby table, Hoseok’s face burning bright red. Jimin wasn’t usually this dominant, and definitely not this food-oriented.

“What were you saying, hyung?” Jimin asked, eyes dark. Hoseok gulped, heat pooling in his stomach. Jimin’s face told him he should probably just comply for now- He loved Jimin’s dominant side, despite his own tendency to play this same role, he had yet to tell his boyfriends exactly how badly he wanted the control to be taken from him. Usually, not by using food, but Hoseok was never very closed-minded about these matters.

He allowed Jimin to cram the rest of the food into him, Jimin thigh resting in between his legs, brushing up against Hoseok’s crotch. He expected the younger to stop feeding him sooner or later, but the food just kept coming. Hoseok’s trim stomach ballooned, bloated beyond belief, as it groaned defiantly. Hoseok squirmed from under Jimin, trying to ease the pain in his tummy, rubbing circles into it.

“Aw, are you getting full? There’s still some more left, finish this.” Jimin tutted, squeezing the swell of Hoseok’s stomach, eliciting a whine from Hoseok. He was so full, he wasn’t sure if he could eat anymore- but he didn’t want to disappoint Jimin, either.

He braced himself as Jimin’s forceful hand brought a donut, and oh my god was he going to make him eat an entire box? He swallowed sweet pastries as fast as he could, idly wondering exactly how many calories he had ingested so far, as Jimin’s pace never slowed. Hoseok either ate the doughnut quickly enough before the next one was fed to him, or he would have to chew both at the same time.

He wondered what Jimin would do if he refused the next bite. A shiver went down Hoseok’s spine as Jimin’s hips pressed into the tender swell of his stomach, Hoseok chewing faster, as to get it over with.

Soon, he had finished the donuts, left a huffing, panting mess under Jimin as he kissed his jawline, hands roaming over his stomach.

“You won’t have this much longer, Hobi hyung.” Jimin pressed one last kiss to his jawline, before biting and nipping at Hoseok’s bloated stomach. What did he mean by that?

What had gotten into Jimin?

The event had plagued Hoseok’s mind for a while.
It seemed as if a flip had been switched, in all of his boyfriends, really.

Some were more discreet, like Seokjin and Taehyung.

Seokjin refused to let Hoseok do any chores, or practically anything exerting, for that matter.

“No, Hoseokie, don’t go to the gym, I have a warm meal right here.” Seokjin coaxed, lovingly pushing Hoseok onto the couch, and feeding him plate after plate of food. Then, he’d cuddle with him, complaining of being lonely, and then gradually feed him a plethora of junk food while they binge watched dramas.

Hoseok loved the extra attention, so he never protested, but all of the food was just so fattening- it made Hoseok a little wary. Seokjin usually made more well-balanced meals, worried for the health of his boyfriends, but now his portions were huge, and his snacks in between meals were definitely contributing to his paunch, which was steadily increasing.

At this point, Hoseok had already gained a starter-belly. Nothing he had acknowledged thus far, but enough for his boyfriend to notice, and love the crap out of.

“Morning, Hobi!” Seokjin greeted, a sleepy Hoseok making a noise of acknowledgement. He hadn’t gotten any new clothes yet, because, well, they still fit. So why would he need new clothes?

He stretched, his shirt slowly lifting above the crest of his new tummy, before he lowered his arms, his belly remaining uncovered. Seokjin watched in awe, his mouth forming an ‘o’ shape. Hoseok sure had gotten chubby!

All of Seokjin’s protective instincts were instantly activated, his mind screaming “feed that adorable boy!”.

Seokjin immediately started on a huge breakfast for the younger, seeing as now he would probably have more room for it, placing down countless plates of waffles, pancakes, sausages, you name it. Hoseok’s drowsy eyes hadn’t yet processed this, so Seokjin took it upon himself to feed him.

“You’ve been eating so well, lately! Hyung is so happy.” Seokjin praised, caressing Hoseok’s newly chubby cheek as the younger flushed under the attention.

Hoseok dutifully finished all of the food shoved into him, each forkful fed tenderly, of course, and was now contently stuffed to the brim. That sort of satisfied sensation, where you’re warm all over, and now your tummy is happy an warm, and you’d like nothing more than to cuddle up, and maybe drink something warm to settle things a tad more.

Hoseok yawned adorably, Seokjin patting his tummy, cooing as it jiggled minutely in reaction. Hoseok paid no mind to this.

“Hyungie, could you please make coffee?” Hoseok asked, but Seokjin was far too happy to indulge this cute, cuddly Hoseok.

“I’ll make Hot Chocolate, I know how much you love it!” Seokjin announced, sweetly planting a kiss on Hoseok’s forehead.

Hoseok slowly sipped the drink, mini marshmallows included, of course, what kind of monster leaves those out, and sighed happily as it settled so warmly in his belly. Seokjin cuddled up closer to the younger as he brought a few pastries for him to munch on. His arms wrapped around Hoseok’s plush middle, and nuzzled adoringly into Hoseok’s neck. Hoseok preened under the affection.
It was beyond obvious how happy Seokjin was with Hoseok’s newfound source of happiness- if he wasn’t in love already, he was head over heels, now.

Taehyung, on the other hand, was a little more pushy.

“Hoseokie hyung! Come try this with me!” Taehyung requested, cake in hand. Hoseok pouted, the bump of his tummy entering his mind.

“Hyung really should cut back-“ Hoseok denied, Taehyung already cramming a piece into his mouth.

“Nope, not today. Don’t you like it?” Taehyung asked, wiping the corners of Hoseok’s mouth as he nodded.

“Great! Finish the rest, and I’ll go out and get some more. Love you, hyung!” Taehyung said bye, and left a confused Hoseok alone with a cake in his lap.

Well.

Hoseok munched on it slowly. He didn’t want to eat too much- but Taehyung did tell him to finish it all. He was about three quarters of the way through before he left to get some milk, as the cake was a strong chocolate flavor, but then Taehyung returned home.

“Sit down, Hobi.” Taehyung ordered, heat pooling in Hoseok’s stomach.

“W-what’s-“ Hoseok started, Taehyung unpacking the bags to show even more cake- all different flavors- and a few cartons of what seemed to be heavy cream.

“You didn’t finish like I asked, Hobi hyung. So I’m going to have a little fun.” Taehyung instructed, Hoseok nodding eagerly.

Taehyung opened a carton of heavy cream, pouring it down Hoseok’s throat at an impossible pace. Hoseok chugged as fast as possible, feeling his already full stomach push forward as the cream entered. Once he had finished about 3 cartons in total, Hoseok wasn’t exactly keeping track, Taehyung returned with his unfinished cake, but with no fork.

“Hand feed it to yourself, Hobi hyung.” Taehyung requested, Hoseok hesitantly scooping up the cake with both hands, cramming it into his mouth. He felt a little gross, like he needed to wash his hands, but it was also satisfying, in a way. He guessed this was Taehyung’s way of making Hoseok eat faster. He finished it, finally drinking the glass of milk he had brought, cradling his tummy in his hands as the food settled.

“What a good boy! Let’s stuff your face, okay?” Taehyung asked rhetorically, Hoseok flushing at the praise. He wiped down Hoseok face, and then his hands with a wet washcloth, removing the lid of a container of cake, and bringing it to Hoseok’s mouth. Hoseok’s stomach began to hurt after his second cake, but Taehyung brought out another.

“Don’t worry, just one more left. You can have the fourth later. Here, feed yourself, quickly.” Taehyung informed, lifting Hoseok’s shirt which was beginning to cling to his swollen midsection. He undid his belt, Hoseok moaning around mouthfuls of cake as he felt the relief, his stomach given more room to breathe.

Taehyung’s big hands roamed over the expanse of his bloated tummy, rubbing soothing circles into the wide expanse of flesh.

Taehyung used one of his hands to shove more into his mouth, even before he was ready for a second piece, Hoseok’s jaw beginning to feel sore.

“Almost done. You’re doing so well, Hobi hyung, stuffing your face like a good boy.” Taehyung purred, heat pooling in Hoseok’s stuffed stomach, before he finally finished the last of the cake.

“T-Taehyungie, what on earth?” Hoseok asked, puzzled.
Taehyung had the decency to blush.
“I just like to see you enjoy yourself, hyung!”

So that was that.

Hoseok could usually brush off odd behaviors from Taehyung, anyways.

Then there were the downright obvious, over-the-top ones, Namjoon and Jungkook.

Namjoon would go out of his way to make Hoseok stay and cuddle with him, and get all blushy when asked about it. He would often be caught staring at Hoseok’s now-belly, red faced, and while he ate, he’d watch, too. He was too shy to be very pushy, though, so he would just use his puppy-dog eyes.

“Please, Hoseokie? I j-just really like to see you happy, that’s all.” He flushed brightly, a forkful of noodles prodding at Hoseok’s mouth. At this point, Hoseok was pretty much used to being fed, if not still confused by it, as it was a common occurrence. Good thing he had a good metabolism, right? He hadn’t noticed any drastic changes yet.

Hoseok sighed, feeling awful for rejecting his Joonie already.

“I can’t, Joon. I’ve got to get rid of this gut-“ Hoseok stopped, Namjoon’s eyes now watering.

Fuck.

“Why don’t you love yourself, Hobi? Are you not eating well anymore?” Namjoon sniffled, Hoseok panicking.

“N-no, wait, Joon, that’s, no! No, see, I’ll eat, look, I’m eating!” Hoseok swallowed the noodles, Namjoon’s dimples peeking through as he smiled warmly.

Namjoon wasn’t being manipulative, of course, Hoseok and his boyfriends knew that well, he was just quite sensitive in the matters of self-love. If you were insecure about anything, he would ease it. If you didn’t like your nose, he would kiss it a hundred times. If you didn’t like your weight, he would make sure you enjoyed yourself, and, well, he assumed Hoseok would be. So, he made sure Hoseok loved his new chub as much as he did.

“You’re so handsome, Hobi!” Namjoon praised, peppering kisses along his softening jawline and developing double chin. Hoseok chuckled, as Namjoon’s hands roamed across Hoseok’s midsection.

“Your belly is so perfect- like a pillow! A marshmallow, maybe. I love your thighs, they’re so soft I just want to-“ Namjoon stopped, lifting Hoseok’s shorts an inch, to kiss the skin gingerly.
“I also love your cheeks, you look adorable. I also love to see you eat, it’s, uh, you’re looking so healthy! Your appetite has improved s-so much.” Namjoon wrapped Hoseok in his arms, reveling in his warmth, resting on his lap, face flushed bright red. Hoseok swallowed.

Had he really gotten that big?

Of course he idly noticed a few pounds, but enough for the others to notice?

It was also very apparent now that his boyfriends were fattening him up, as they were more transparent than they thought, and also blabber mouths. Hoseok would have to be blind and deaf not to notice.

Namjoon also used this opportunity to spoil Hoseok as much as possible.

“Hoseokie, I got your favorite! And also hotteok, and also fish bread, and also ice cream-“ Namjoon listed off, Hoseok swallowing nervously.

“Thank you, Namjoon. I’m a little busy at the moment, but-“ Namjoon tutted, curling up beside Hoseok, and arm around his waist.

“I’ll feed it to you!”

And that’s how Hoseok ended up in Namjoon’s bed, belt unbuckled, pants unfastened, shirt ridden up, eating his fourth oven pizza.

“J-Joonie, I think I’ve had-“ Hoseok hiccuped, Namjoon cooing.

“Too much pizza? I’ll go get the lasagna, it’s your favorite brand!” Namjoon gleefully explained, peppering kisses onto Hoseok’s face, and then the mounds of pudge on his chest, and then the crest of his belly, and finally on his lips, before leaving to the kitchen.

Hoseok sighed, hands rubbing the swell of his belly, which seemed to get bigger every day. How on earth was he supposed to lose weight if his boyfriends were so keen on stopping him?

Namjoon seemed a little less oblivious on his influence on Hoseok’s weight than he had been leading on. Namjoon was smarter than that, but it didn’t mean it was his intention.

If Namjoon had a lot of passion, Jungkook was insatiable.

“Hyung! What do you think you’re doing?” Jungkook interrogated, Hoseok puzzled.

“...walking?” He asked, hand resting over his belly. He had just woken up, but he was still bloated from his stuffing session the night prior. Seokjin decided he needed some extra pampering that night, and, well, you can guess the rest.

Without another word, Jungkook scooped Hoseok up into his arms, carrying to Jungkook’s bed.

“Nope! I’m stealing you for today, and that means you don’t have to walk anywhere, because I’m stronger than the other hyungs!” Jungkook proudly announced, Hoseok flushing.

“What, am I too heavy for them?” Hoseok teased, Jungkook stammering.

“Wait no- that’s not what I meant, I swear, it means, uh, I have more muscles, so I can carry you longer!” Jungkook quickly covered up, Hoseok chuckling at his floundering.

“I know I’ve got a little more junk in the trunk, Kook, no need to lie.” Hoseok admitted, cheeks dusting pink. Jungkook’s eyes shown with passion.

“There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that, Hyung! You look so amazing! I love you! Let me cuddle the fuck out of you!” Jungkook very loudly requested, practically jumping on the older, tumbling onto his bed as Jungkook nuzzled into Hoseok’s chest.

“Wow, you sure are clingy today. Is there anything wrong, Kookie?” Hoseok asked, Jungkook practically tearing Hoseok’s sweater off of him.

“N-no, you’re just extra cute lately, that’s all.” Jungkook responded, ears burning red. He cuddled into Hoseok’s belly, squishing his rolls between his fingers, kissing his stretch marks. Hoseok chuckled, kissing Jungkook sweetly.

Jungkook knew he should probably stop caressing his hyung’s belly, seeing as he wasn’t supposed to know how badly his boyfriends wanted him to pork up, but he just couldn’t help himself.

“I’m literally never moving from this spot ever. You’re too soft and warm, hyung.” Jungkook melted, his face mushed into his sizable belly, words muffled by his fat. Hoseok chuckled again, endeared by no end, Jungkook managing to burn even brighter as he felt his tummy jiggle from laughter.

Jungkook finally removed his face from the pillow that was Jung Hoseok, eyes watering.

“I love you so much, hyungie!” Jungkook announced, Hoseok squeezing him as tightly as possible without restricting his airflow.

“You’re so cute, Kookie. Hyung loves you too.” Hoseok kissed Jungkook slowly and sweetly, before being interrupted by Hoseok’s belly emitting a deep growl of protest. Both Jungkook and Hoseok flushed.

“I’ll get you lots of food, so, s-so you’ll look cuter.” Jungkook squeaked out, Hoseok gaping. They found fat cute?

Jungkook returned with armfuls of takeout bags and containers, huffing, face red.

“Did you run there?” Hoseok asked absurdly, as they lived about a street away from the closest Chinese food place. Jungkook nodded, catching his breath before joining Hoseok back in bed.

He eagerly brought forkful after forkful of greasy noodles to Hoseok’s lips, excitement beyond admirable. He wasn’t forceful by any means, as he cared too much for Hoseok’s well-being and over-all comfiness, but was just too happy to see his cheeks fill up like a chipmunk.

“You like the new stuff, right, hyung?” Jungkook asked, hoping Hoseok would catch his indirect question.

“I would have stopped you all if I didn’t. Still a little confused, though.” Hoseok replied in between mouthfuls of food, Jungkook patting his tummy happily.

“That’s ok, hyung! I’m sure you’ll figure it out sooner or later.” Jungkook assured, allowing Hoseok to lay back onto the bedrest as Jungkook sat on his pillowy thighs, midsection pushed up against Hoseok’s slowly hardening belly.

“Aw, hyung, how can you be so cute? My heart is dying, oh my god.” Jungkook gushed, Hoseok’s double chin poking out, his cheeks smeared with grease, puffing out from the crude amount of food shoved in them, tinted pink from the overexertion. Hoseok stared at him absurdly.

Hoseok could pretty much wear sewage on his head and Jungkook would still lay on a pile of lava for him. That’s how much Jungkook adored his chubby hyung.

Jungkook’s hands made contact with Hoseok’s bloated belly. It was so big- Jungkook loved it so much.

“I should get more food!” Jungkook beamed, Hoseok already dreading how much more he would have to stuff into his poor tummy.

Jungkook returned some time later, Hoseok panting as he finished the last of the take out, hand cradling his stomach.

“Hyung! I know you have a little sweet tooth, so I got you ice cream, cookies, and a few cupcakes!” Jungkook beamed, Hoseok staring at him incredulously.

“Kookie, hyung is not superman! I can’t eat all of that!” Hoseok protested, Jungkook smiling shyly.

“That’s okay, hyung. Just enjoy yourself!” Jungkook flushed, already cuddling up to Hoseok’s slowly expanding belly.

Two cartons of “chubby hubby”, (Hoseok was almost sure Jungkook had bought that brand purposefully,) and one dozen double stuffed chocolate chip cookies later, Hoseok was at a stand still.

Jungkook was still snuggling into Hoseok’s belly, more content to play with the chub than Hoseok had ever seen him. Well, at least he liked it.

“Kook, I don’t think I can have any more.” Hoseok whined, Jungkook now massaging his belly.

“Please, hyung? Your tummy looks so cute when it’s so big like this!” Jungkook used his puppy dog eyes, god he was hanging around Namjoon too much lately, and Hoseok caved.

Jimin and Yoongi, however, were completely different stories, ones Hoseok couldn’t even begin to decipher.

You may remember the whole fiasco involving both Hoseok and Jimin in the beginning of this long ass, drawn out story.

Yoongi may have been far, far more outright than the others with his intentions, but definitely not less passionate about them.

“Yoongi hyung, what’s up?” Hoseok greeted, Yoongi pouring different kinds of powders into a brown liquid, most likely some sort of chocolate milk.

“Making you something.” Yoongi explained, handing the cup to Hoseok who drank it happily.

“May have put a few things to make you chubbier, though.” Yoongi elaborated as if it was nothing, Hoseok’s eyes widening as he finished the drink.

“You couldn’t have told me that before I drank it?” Hoseok whined, feeling defeated. Yoongi softened, hugging the younger.

“I won’t do it again if you don’t want me too, Hobi.” Yoongi mumbled, Hoseok’s heart fluttering at his adorable hyung.

“I’m fine with it, but tell me before hand next time. It kind of made it taste better, too, if I’m being honest. What does it do, anyway?” Hoseok asked, still tucking Yoongi into his chest. Yoongi nuzzled into the softness of Hoseok’s pecs.

“Well, uh, it increases appetite. One lowers metabolism. Another one is just full of calories. It wears off within a few days as long as you don’t have it again, though.” Yoongi flushed, Hoseok embarrassingly turned on.

“Y’know what? Might as well. Put it in whatever you’d like- surprise me.” Hoseok kissed Yoongi again, Yoongi’s eyes shining with excitement.

“You should give me a little more wiggle room, Seokie.” Yoongi asked cutely, batting his eyelashes. Hoseok raised an eyebrow, warmth pooling in his stomach from the tone Yoongi used.

“Whatever you’d like, Yoonie. I give full permission.” Hoseok allowed innocently, a mischievous grin blooming on Yoongi’s face.

“Safe word is pickles.” Yoongi reminded, Hoseok already confused. He kissed Hoseok on the forehead, before leaving, Hoseok wondering what on earth Yoongi was up to.

From them on, Yoongi was quite savvy about his efforts.

“Hoseokie, hyung brought food.” Yoongi announced, sitting beside Hoseok on the couch as he unwrapped the fast food from the bag. He fed a double cheeseburger to him, and then some chicken nuggets, and then a massive burrito from an entirely different chain, some fried chicken, fries, and more.

“Y-Yoongi, why’d you get so much fastfood?” Hoseok panted out, holding his belly in his arms, far too full to be comfortable.

“It’s more fattening. Ooh, look, you’ve definitely packed on the pounds, now that I’m seeing it. I’m going to make you huge.” Yoongi teased, Hoseok gasping as Yoongi pinched a sensitive part of his bare belly, having Hoseok’s ill-fitting shirt ridden up as his stomach expanded. Yoongi brought some fries to Hoseok’s mouth before Hoseok protested.

“I-I can’t-“ Yoongi shoved the food into his mouth, followed by another burger. Yoongi halted for a moment as Hoseok chewed, staring him in the eye as if saying, “remember your safe word.” Hoseok loved this man. He knew very well that most of the fun for Hoseok was the resisting.

“You know your favorite chain, the one who makes these fries? Altogether, just these fries, and that burger, is 2,000 calories. But this is just a snack for you, isn’t it?” Hoseok shivered.

“I’ve been putting those powders in all of your food, you know.” Yoongi started, shoving more chicken into the younger’s mouth once he had swallowed.
“And it shows, god you’ve gotten fucking huge. They worked so well- and don’t think I missed how much food had been missing, either. Was the food the others fed you not enough? Did you big tummy demand even more? What a glutton, stuffing yourself in back-to-back sessions. No wonder you ballooned so quickly. These jeans are new, aren’t they?” Yoongi asked, Hoseok burning as he nodded.

“Look- they’re already sinfully tight on you. These can barely contain your ass. I bet you didn’t even notice, huh?” Yoongi asked, Hoseok looking away in embarrassment.

That callout was all too true.

Nowadays, Hoseok would bump into tables, doorways, chairs, lamps, basically anything at Hoseok’s belly’s level. He found if he ate too much, he would have to rest his belly on a nearby table, while huffing as he walked back to his room. With Jungkook’s help, he had become practically entirely sedentary. The younger almost never let him walk anywhere, no matter how heavy he was getting. He noticed Jungkook bulking up lately, too.

The point being, he hadn’t even begun to realize exactly how big he had gotten. He refused to go up any stairs, walk more than a block for anything, and now he had too each far more to actually stuff himself.

And now, even though he had to replace his wardrobe a handful of times, he had again grown out of them. He could definitely feel it now that he thought about it, his jeans felt ready to burst.

“What an oblivious, chubby cutie.” Yoongi cooed, pinching Hoseok’s cheeks before pressing a triple cheeseburger to his lips. Hoseok protested, turning his head away.

Yoongi grabbed his jaw with one hand, making Hoseok to look him in the eyes, forcefully opening and closing Hoseok’s jaw around the burger.

“Hey- that’s playing dirty-“ another was forced in, and then another, then more food, and even more. Hoseok wasn’t sure when it would end. His belly was now enormous, Hoseok panting heavily.

“Don’t worry, love, we’re done.” Yoongi cooed, gently kissing Hoseok’s sensitive belly, and massaging it until Hoseok was able to fall asleep.

Hoseok slowly awoke, feeling as if he had slept the whole day away, someone’s head resting directly on his belly, subconsciously rubbing it. He moved to yawn, only to find his wrists bound to the headboard. How peculiar.

He struggled for a moment, testing the binds, before deciding these were expertly tied, and not even painful.

Jimin.

Hoseok sighed, wincing as he realized his belly was still puffy and bloated from the night prior. The boy’s head resting on his tummy who he had now recognized as Taehyung nuzzled into the fat, contently patting it. Hoseok cooed.

Taehyung mumbled, groggily crawling up closer to Hoseok. Hoseok now realized they had propped him up with fluffy pillow, as to not hurt his back. Taehyung cuddled closer, head now resting on his shoulder, arms now fully wrapped around Hoseok’s softened middle.

He softly brushed the hair from out of his eyes, petting his head endearingly. Hoseok sighed happily, heart fluttering. He sure loved his boys.

“Care to explain, Taehyungie?” Hoseok asked, Taehyung flushing cutely.

“Not allowed to say.” Taehyung avoided, hands now roaming over Hoseok’s fat, squeezing and groping.

“You’re so cute, hyungie.” Taehyung teased, Hoseok dusting pink. Taehyung slowly peppered sweet kisses onto Hoseok’s collarbone, or rather where his collarbone would be if it wasn’t covered by fat, all the way down to the underside of his belly button, bunching up Hoseok’s shirt under his soft pecs, resting atop his belly.

“H-hey, you stop that!” Hoseok weakly protested, biting back a moan as Taehyung bit one of the rolls on Hoseok’s side. Taehyung smiled mischievously.

“As if you’re in any position to deny me this pleasure, Hobi hyung.” Taehyung teased, nipping behind Hoseok’s ear, where he was sensitive. Hoseok bit back a whine, chest puffing out and belly bulging.

“What a glutton, you ate so much you couldn’t even sleep it off! How cute.” Taehyung cooed, biting into the underside of his belly, Hoseok shutting his eyes tight- he was so much more sensitive now, he wasn’t accustomed to it.

“Taehyungie-“ Hoseok whined, Taehyung grinning madly.

“Remember your safe word hyungie! I’ll be back.” Taehyung quickly scurried out of the room, leaving Hoseok feeling a tad lonely.

They had been reminding him of the safeword a lot, lately.

Hoseok relaxed, curling his plush thighs closer to his belly. He realized they rubbed together easily. He examined his belly, still impressively big despite gravity making it seems smaller. He rolled onto his side, his belly pooling onto the bed, and, yeah, he had gotten huge. He remembered not a handful of months ago, he had abs. He scoffed, now that was character development. He couldn’t pull his shirt back down with his wrists tied back, the cool air of the room leaving chills.

He angled his head to see the sides of his tummy, counting the little pink stretch marks adorning his hips, and underside of his belly. There were definitely more, and he only knew because Namjoon had a cute habit of counting them, kissing one each time he found them.

He would be lying if he didn’t enjoy a little restriction, but he was bored, and a little hungry. As if on cue, he felt his tummy rumble demandingly, flushing. He sure had a big appetite as of late, but it made his evenings with the boys that much more satisfying.

He looked around the room and- oh, that was new.

Balanced precariously on the headboard’s shelf above him was what he guessed was a funnel of sorts, attached to a gallon or two of the drink Yoongi crafted which he had become to accustomed to. Hoseok flushed, he might as well while he waited.

With his face burning, he slowly slowly used what little arm strength he had to elevate himself, head craning to reach it, belly wobbling with each abrupt movement. Eventually, he bit down on the tip of the funnel, similar to those he had seen used at frat parties, inching back to his initial place on the bed.

He braced himself, and then started chugging. This drink was a little thicker than usual, and a little sweeter, just how Hoseok liked it. He felt his stomach push forward after some time, belly sloshing as the liquid entered. He angled his head, squirming for release, but nobody was there to rub his belly.

He realized the container on the shelf had now fallen on its side, the liquid coming much faster than Hoseok had been drinking before. Initially, he drank using the funnel like a straw, but now it poured much more quickly, chugging faster to keep up. Within minutes, he had finished it. He panted, spitting out the funnel, as he prayed Taehyung would return- anyone to rub his belly. It was obscenely large, even though he was still hungry, not having yet eaten, and rested heavily in his lap.

“Hyung! We’re here-“ Taehyung began, nearly dropping the cake in his hand as he saw Hoseok.

“Holy shit, that’s hot.” Namjoon swore uncharacteristically, face burning. Hoseok looked away, embarrassed, as both Taehyung, Jimin, and Yoongi shared a secret smile.

“What a sight to come home to! Let’s fill up your belly even more, right Seokie?” Seokjin asked rhetorically, Hoseok nodding eagerly.

“You must have been, uh, really determined, hyung.” Jungkook squeaked, already rubbing circles into Hoseok’s belly, sighing at the relief.

Yoongi joined Hoseok on the bed, now passionately kissing him.

“T-the funnel was too fast.” Hoseok panted, Yoongi smirking devilishly as Namjoon choked on his own spit.

“F-funnel??” He repeated incredulously, Jimin giggling.

“Looks like Namjoonie hyung missed the show of a lifetime. Too bad, I was looking forward to using that.” Pouted Jimin, Yoongi focused as he demolished the side of Hoseok’s soft neck, leaving purple marks everywhere.

“Do you know how many calories you consumed? Thousands- fuck, you’re so hot.” Yoongi groaned, Seokjin finally bringing food to Hoseok’s mouth.

“I hope you don’t mind, Hobi. Yoonie said you like the powder’s taste better, so I added it into your food!” Seokjin informed innocently, Hoseok moaning embarrassingly loud. Why on earth was that such a turn on?

The older flushed, bringing forkful after forkful of creamy Alfredo to his mouth. The container he held was huge, but Hoseok knew well he could finish it with the right motivation.

After the pasta, he was fed cake by Taehyung, which seemed to be a personal favorite, as frosting painted his lips.

Then, Namjoon brought his favorite street foods. Hotteok, fish bread, and any and every fried food he could find.

After that came Jungkook, peeling himself from Hoseok’s belly, with all kinds of Jungkook, ramen included, which warmed his belly delightfully.

It seemed his appetite was limitless, as he devoured the food eagerly, double chin apparent and adorable as he angled his head for more food.

Yoongi shyly fed some absolutely huge burgers to him, and Hoseok realized he didn’t have much room left. The liquid had taken up a lot of room, and his belly was beginning to feel sore, despite his two boyfriends’ ministrations.

“Wait Jiminie, hyung needs to stop, now. He protested, Jimin dejectedly lowering a slice of pizza.

“I don’t think it’s ever stopped you, hyung.”

Both Yoongi and Jungkook moved aside, the rest of his boyfriends all reaching for the pizza.

“C’mon hyung, let’s push your limits.”

And like that, slice after slice was forced into his mouth, different hands, different angles, different chewing speeds, different levels of force. He squirmed painfully, eager for release. Please please please-

There was a distinct ripping sound, the belt restricting his waist tearing, fat popping out of the sides of his jeans, holes opening, and his button popping, as if triggered by a chain reaction. He flushed, as the boys stilled, and then returned to stuffing his face with a fervor.

“T-too much” he protested, knowing well he could just spit out the food if needed, but enjoying the look they gave him as a response.

“We won’t stop until you admit you love being a little fatty, Hobi.” Jungkook taunted, the lack of honorifics shocking, yet arousing Hoseok.

He protested, even more food shoved in.

“Don’t you love your belly, Hobi? Love stuffing you face, eating your heart out? Popping out of your clothes like the little foodie you are?” Jimin said softly, in a coaxing manner, caressing his chubby grease stained cheek. With no response, Taehyung impatiently lifted Hoseok’s heavy belly with both hands, allowing it to wobble painfully as he dropped it back into Hoseok’s lap. Hoseok moaned around the food in his mouth, swallowing quickly.

“Yes, I love it! I love how chubby I am, I love food, I love all of you, please rub my belly!” Hoseok pleaded, the boys collectively cooing.

“What a cutie!”

“That was adorable, his chubby cheeks are red!”

“Look, Hobi’s still panting, that out of shape, Seok? Really?”

“We have to use that funnel again once you have more room, no joke.”

“I know you’re full, but I can’t help but want to pack even more into that gut of yours.”

“Wahh, his belly’s so hard! We fed you so well, Seokie!”

In all, the fact his boyfriends put so much effort into this was quite flattering.

Sure, now he grew out of his clothes, and maybe every now and then they would completely disregard his capacity and push him far past his limits, but he trusted these men with his life.

It was true;

Hoseok loved food.
Hoseok loved being chubby.
Hoseok loved being fed and pampered.
Hoseok loved to love his boyfriends,
And Hoseok’s boyfriends love to love him.