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Jungkook woke up with a groan. It was pitch black in his bedroom, probably sometime after one or two in the morning from how quiet it was outside the window. He winced as he felt the aftermath of that evening's meal. His boyfriends really had no mercy, stuffing him to bursting with copious amounts of cheesy pasta, spicy chili and three entire gainer shakes.
Jungkook looked down to his right, as much as he was able with how large his neck had become. Sleeping at his side, leg thrown up and over the mountain that was the younger's thigh was Taehyung, one of his boyfriends. The older man looked dead asleep. Not surprising given that he had stuffed him all night, taking on the work of two people.
Looking down at his belly, Jungkook noted his stomach wasn't as tight as it was five hours ago. This meant that his body must be in the middle of converting all those calories he'd consumed into more fat. On nights like these, he liked to lay awake, digesting. He would close his eyes and, as the night went on, try to imagine his body in real time swelling with fresh fat, little by little. Sometimes he could almost feel the tingling of new stretch marks forming.
You see, his and his lovers' goal was never really to make him full so much as to make him fat. It just happened that the easiest way to make him bigger was to stuff him full of food. Hence, the after dinner shake; made of heavy cream, gelato, gainer powder and various sugary syrups.
Even six hours later, Jungkook felt full. Not only was his gut packed tight, but his body decided that now was the time to release pressure. As he had grown fatter, Jungkook had become increasingly gassier. The excessively unhealthy food he was stuffed with daily for years had completely ruined his digestive system. Honestly, burping and farting made up the majority of his movement nowadays.
Grunting in anticipation, Jungkook prepared the titanic task of rolling onto his side but was hindered by the fact that he couldn't move.
Wait.
He couldn't move .
Oh, he thought joyfully, he could not wait for his boyfriends to hear about this!
Taehyung was sleeping on what little of their bed wasn't taken up by the younger's body, but Jimin was out for the week on a business trip. Tae and him both missed the blond, but Tae had decided to use the fact that their second feeder was gone as an excuse to stuff Jungkook double time.
Jungkook absently rubbed what he could reach of his tummy. The throuple had all been waiting for the day Jungkook began to seriously lose his mobility and it seemed that it had finally come. Jungkook wiggled a bit, preparing to pat Taehyung awake when an ominous gurgle came from his gut. The familiar feeling of being full became suddenly worse as Jungkook could feel gas building up.
He could wake Tae with a loud burp, but it was late and his boyfriend worked so hard all day cooking and feeding him.
Jungkook held down the urge to belch, cringing as it only made the pain in his stomach worse. He began to sweat, the pressure going from bearable to oh god I can't wait anymore.
After what seemed like minutes of squirming but was actually more like fifteen seconds, the pressure faded significantly... only to head south. Going from relieved to slightly panicked, Jungkook tried to let it out quietly.
But, it didn't happen?
Breath growing heavier, Jungkook crossed his sausage-like fingers and pushed cautiously, clenching what was left of his abdominal muscles.
Nothing...
Gasping, Jungkook stopped pushing. He couldn't believe that he was so exhausted just from the effort it took to actively attempt to fart.
This was a milestone, he realized. He'd never had difficulty doing something as simple as passing gas. It was something that he did without even thinking about it. Just wiggle around until his cheeks were spread out enough that he could lift one a bit and let loose.
“Tae-Tae,” Jungkook whispered. “Tae, Wake up!”
Taehyung stirred a bit at the call of his name. “Mmm, what's wrong Baby?” He patted Jungkook's belly soothingly.
The younger blushed, hoping the darkness of their bedroom hid his embarrassed expression, “I uh, I have to fart.”
“Okay? Just do it then. You know I don't care about that stuff, Bun. Big boys like you get gassy. It's natural.”
“But I... I can't.”
“But you just said you needed to. What's the problem?” Taehyung fully sat up with a soft groan, rubbing his eyes. It was pretty late and they had both had a long day.
“I think I'm too big.” Jungkook whispered. He gave it another try, kicking his lard-encased leg in an attempt to gain momentum. All he managed to do was jiggle a bit. He- he really couldn't move.
“Too big to fart?” Taehyung's eyes widened, now fully awake. This was a new development, he realized. His boyfriend, although not able to stand, has always been able to scoot around and roll over, albeit with some amount of difficulty. Whether this was due to the sheer amount of food he'd eaten earlier that night or if it was a permanent thing, Taehyung wasn't sure. What he did know however was that he was positive that this was the hardest that he's ever been in his life.
“I can help you.” He tried to suggest casually, but his voice cracked a little on the 'you'. “You know, since you can't seem to do it yourself...”
Jungkook had opened his mouth to politely decline when a sudden ache in his lower gut cut him off with a low groan. “O-okay! Tae, please help me. Please!”
“Okay, Baby. Here I'll give you a push, you just have to try your best to roll yourself onto your side.”
Taehyung studied his obese boyfriend's body, wondering where he should press against. Deciding on the fold of Jungkook's under-boob and his massive fleshy hip, he gave a countdown. “On three.” The older said. “One, two, three!”
Jungkook grunted from the enormous effort it took to even attempt lifting his swollen right leg.
-Ngh, nnnff!-
Jungkook wheezed, face bright red. It was no use... he had grown too big. The reality of the situation went straight to his pathetic cock, chubbing up in interest.
Tae’s hands, on three, pressed deeper and deeper into the younger’s swollen body. Using all of his strength, he attempted to roll the immobile boy over. It failed, only resulting in the both of them panting in awe at how flabby and heavy the youngest had become. It was like trying to move half-deflated sacks of lard. Taehyung’s hands just sunk in and when he pushed, it was like kneading dough.
They probably could have managed it with a third person, but Jimin was out on a business trip and wouldn't be back anytime soon.
“ -Ngh!- ” Taehyung gasped. “S-sorry, Bunny... I- I can't move you, you've grown too large.”
At his boyfriend's words, Jungkook's cock twitched. “F-fuck, Tae-Tae... I- I feel like I'm swimming in my own fat.” He moaned. Not even with the help of his strong handsome feeder could his bloated body be rolled.
“Swimming? Darling, you’re drowning .” Taehyung grabbed one of Jungkook’s many belly rolls and shook it in emphasis.
“I-I am!” Jungkook gasped. “I can feel it more and more every day.”
“Do you wanna know what I think, Bun?” Tae whispered. “I think that it's super sexy. Super sexy that Minnie and I have fattened you up to the point that you can't even fucking fart by yourself.”
Jungkook felt hot and hard, the urgency he felt needing to fart only increasing the pleasure.
They had all three talked about their shared kinks, their limits and any things that they would be open to trying a while ago. Gas was definitely lower on the list, but not off limits.
Something told Jungkook that it would rise close to the top very soon.
“Can you spread your legs, at least? Or are you too fat for that as well.” Taehyung teased, fingering the younger's right knee roll.
“O-of course I can!” Jungkook protested. Taking a deep breath, he strains, grunting from the effort. His legs only manage to spread an inch or so.
Taehyung clicked his tongue, crawling to the end of the bed facing Jungkook's backside. He grabs each of the younger's calves in his strong, smooth hands and pushed them apart, exposing the obese boy's warm core of folds.
“Now.” The older leered. “Try again.”
Jungkook's face burned in embarrassment at the position. His lover was staring at his maze of rolls. The sticky folds covered his most intimate area better than any underwear ever could.
His boyfriend was watching him fart.
His boyfriend was painfully hard, watching him fart.
Taehyung blew gently over Jungkook's privates causing the sensitive boy to gasp. Taehyung smirked at the reaction and set to crawling on top of the massive brunette.
“Wh-what are you doing?!” The immobile boy startled, the jolt of movement triggering waves of flesh to wobble and sway.
“Helping, obviously.”
“But I'm still -URRRP- f-full!” Jungkook belched, embarrassingly hard. “You're pressing on my tummy!”
“That's the point, Fatty.” Taehyung slowly ground his ass into the damp, tender space between Jungkook's upper and lower belly. He grabbed twin handfuls of the overhang in front of his crotch and began to thrust into the sagging fat.
“Nnngh!” Jungkook's stomach growled angrily. “I- I can feel you, Tae-Tae!” The older man chuckled at his desperation.
“Come on Bun, just let it out, hmm?” Taehyung smirked, lazily rolling his hips back and forth.
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“I- I can't.” Jungkook looked down as far as he could given that his tits and chins were in the way to glance at Taehyung's ass. He couldn't help but notice how small and toned it was, in comparison to the younger's own ever expanding backside.
Jungkook whined and tried to push again, but nothing could make it out. His ass was just too heavy to part without assistance. Months of being bed bound had dissolved more of his muscle mass than he had thought.
“God, you really are too fat to do anything about this.” Tae spits, hips picking up pace. “You know, even if you didn't want to be fat anymore, you wouldn't be able to stop it from happening. If Jimin and I want you bigger, you can't physically stop us.”
Jungkook moaned, body a bright pink from arousal.
“At this point I don't think you'd even want to stop would you, Bun?”
“N-No!” Jungkook cried out. “Don't wanna stop! I want my body to get fatter... e-even if it gets in the way.” He rubbed the sides of his massive ass, demonstratively.
“Do you mean this? And what should we do about this, huh?” Taehyung slapped Jungkook's ass sucking in a sharp breath as the fat pressed to his erection rippled erotically. “What do we do about these fat sacks of lard? They just keep getting bigger and bigger.”
“And bigger, and bigger...” Jungkook chanted, too aroused by the acknowledgement of his snowballing obesity to respond in any meaningful way.
“That’s right. Can't even function as a normal human anymore can you? You're beyond obese Jungkook. You're just our fat Bunny. Not even able to lift his own ass long enough to fucking fart.”
Jungkook moaned, breath heavy from arousal.
“Say it. Say you're our fat Bunny.” Taehyung squeezed Jungkook's right ass cheek, giving it another short jiggle.
“I'm your fat Bunny.” Jungkook breathed out.
“Good. And what does Bunny want?”
“To get bigger.” He moaned.
“And how big does Bunny want to be?”
“As big as Tae-Tae wants.”
“Good boy.” Taehyung then proceeded to grab twin fistfuls of Jungkook's ass cheeks and, not without effort, pried them apart. He lifted his body up and off his boyfriend only to drop down perfectly on his lower stomach.
Pffffffft-!
Taehyung could just feel Jungkook's ass cheeks ripple with the force of his gas, warming the air around his thighs. It stunk of course, but somehow that only added to how fucking hot it was.
Taehyung’s hips jerked into the engorged fat he’d nestled himself into, ejaculating embarrassingly quick. God this was disgusting, he fucking loved it.
As the younger man continued to let out puffs of long overdue gas, his gut deflated slightly, obscenely lowering his boyfriend with every hot, rancid burst.
As a throuple, this was new. Tae and Jimin always loved it when Jungkook showed how comfortable he was with them. Eating messily, begging for more, loving his body unashamedly. They've never discussed gas before, as something they could add to play time, but with how fast and hard Taehyung came from just witnessing his boyfriend fart they should really talk about it more.
Jungkook's face was nearly purple from arousal and effort, sweat pouring from between his excessive folds. “M-my pussy, Tae-Tae.”
Tae shakily climbed off of him only to lift the brunette's heavy fupa and plunge his long fingers in. He circled the tip of the shrunken cock only to tug at it with his two longest fingers.
Jungkook let out a high pitched moan, sausage fingers trying to fist their sweat soaked sheets. “T-Tae-!”
“Just let it happen, Fatso.” Taehyung's eyes were glossed over in a mixture of arousal and the high of dominance. “God you're so fucking fat. Look at you, you call this a dick? Your little pink bunny cock? With an udder this big, you might as well call it a clit.”
As Tae fingered his fupa-pussy, Jungkook thought back to the first time he split his pants, the first time he got stuck in the door way, the first time he broke a chair, the- the first time he came from fucking into his own fat. He couldn't even manage that anymore.
Jungkook's eyes rolled into the back of his head.
“Please, Tae-Tae~! My, Buh-Bunny pussy...” Jungkook slurred, large breasts pressing onto his jaw. He really was drowning in his own fat wasn't he? At this point, was he more fat than man? With his sunken dick, was he even allowed to call himself a man?
Taehyung's spent cock twitched in his soiled boxers. Pushing his hand further into the sloppy, puffy hole, he grabbed what was left of Jungkook's manhood. “Fat fuck.” He muttered.
Jungkook came with a choked groan, semen oozing between his boyfriends long fingers and out his fat hole. Bloated legs kicked weakly, the most that he could move. He was nothing but a blob, his sole existence to grow. To balloon with blubber. To struggle more and more with the most basic of bodily functions. He had zero self-control, one day he'll loose all mobility and be nothing but a useless sack of fat for his boyfriends to feed and fuck.
How long until he begins to spill off the bed? How long until his forehead and lips begin to swell with fat that has nowhere else to go?
A second, dry orgasm rippled through Jungkook. Taehyung sucked his fingers clean of his boyfriend's bunny drool and watched the pile of fat he called his boyfriend jiggle in pleasure.
Rising on shaky legs, Taehyung went into the en suite bathroom to grab a few wet towels. Jungkook was too big to shower nowadays so Taehyung and Jimin had to get creative with cleaning him.
Making his way back into their bedroom Taehyung saw that Jungkook was dozing, foot twitching just like a sleeping bunny. Cute, he thought.
Nudging his boyfriend awake, the elder instructed Jungkook to lift his arms as much as he was able. It wasn't a lot, less than usual which could be just as attributed to the post-orgasm haze as it could be to his rapidly declining mobility. Either way, it was time for a wipe down.
His neck rolls, arm flab, flushed moobs. New towel. Armpits, first belly, second belly, love handles. He'd need Jimin's help rolling Jungkook over to get his back, so that'll get done later. New towel. Doughy thighs and knee rolls. His fat little feet. This was Taehyung's favorite part of their intimate moments. Taking care of his baby.
Jungkook stirred a bit, snorting from the position of his neck.
“Tae, I’m sticky...” He complained puckering his already plump lips into an exaggerated pout. Taehyung reached over and pressed a tiny kiss on the plush petals. Both boys were sweaty, but Jungkook’s extra folds led to increased surface area. Of course he felt icky.
“I know, Bun. Gimme a sec.” Taehyung sleepily hoisted his lover’s udder-like fupa, pushing an unscented baby wipe inside.
Jungkook mewled as Taehyung slowly and methodically swirled the cool wipe around his tender, heated creases and sensitive cockhead.
The comfort of the familiar routine was only interrupted by the absence of their third. Jimin was absolutely the best at aftercare, and although they knew that it was Jimin who missed their milestone, it was Taehyung and Jungkook who missed Jimin.
“I do wanna get bigger.” Jungkook murmured.
“I know, Baby.” Taehyung assured. “We want you bigger too.”
“Good.” Jungkook closed his eyes. “Because I don’t want to stop...”
“We won't make you stop, Bun. You know that.” The older man stroked his bunny’s flushed tummy. “Even if you want us to.”
Jungkook sighed in relief. His stomach no longer hurt, he had a great orgasm and he was reassured that his desire of total immobility was still shared by his lovers. He could feel himself slipping into sleep.
Taehyung listened to his boyfriend’s cute snores as he tossed the wipes and towels away to be taken care of later. He’d just had the most intense orgasm of his life and didn’t feel like being responsible.
Crawling back into bed he fell asleep petting Jungkook’s soft, swollen body. Picturing it spilling off the edges, unrecognizable and bloated with fresh, hot gas.
He couldn’t wait until Jimin got home.