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“I can't– hic huff– no more–”
“You can, baby, just a bit more.”
The air in the bedroom is hot and humid, the smell of food and sweat nearly suffocating, thick and ripe. Woonhak is panting loudly, his stomach gurgling audibly around the large influx of food Taesan has been stuffing into it all night.
They had planned for a romantic long weekend at Woonhak's place. Three days, just the two of them, doing nothing but enjoying each other's company.
And enjoying it, Taesan was.
It had only been a couple hours since they arrived home from work and Woonhak is positively stuffed– beached on his bed with a massive belly full of three servings of pasta, a whole order of breadsticks, two giant pieces of chocolate cake, and a party-sized pan of tiramisu. Taesan dips the spoon into what is left of the tiramisu, leaning over Woonhak's shelf of a gut to press the bite against his lips. Woonhak grunts at the pressure on his overstuffed middle but takes the bite into his mouth anyway, despite feeling close to his limit.
Taesan is straddling just one of his thighs, his thin frame balanced over Woonhak's thick legs–spread wide to accommodate his large gut that's hanging down in between them. He's ballooned in the short six months they've been dating and it's the most obvious in his midsection. His belly had been big before but now it was massive, the weight of his underbelly pulling it down in-between his thighs and nearly touching the bed in his slightly reclined position. It was hard and taunt at the top– holding the obscene amount of food he had eaten– while still soft and squishy towards the bottom, pooling over his thighs like a waterfall of fat.
He shifts against the bed, the frame creaking under his weight, trying to get more comfortable under his dome of a belly. He presses back further into the pillows he's leaning against, pinned under his gut and Taesan, who is leaning ever so slightly onto his ball of a stomach.
“Taesan– hic urrp– no more, please, I can't.” He begs, gasping for air, his hand coming up to grip the side of his belly as a cramp pinches just under his ribs.
“You know the safe word, baby,” Taesan retorts, bringing another spoonful of tiramisu up to Woonhak's lips, “Just a few more bites, I promise.” Woonhak takes the bite into his mouth obediently, whimpering as it slides down his throat and bloats out his stomach just a bit more.
They had decided on the safe word early on after Woonhak had nearly gotten sick eating sushi. Taesan loved pushing Woonhak past his limits, but he didn't want to hurt him, so a safe word was picked to give Taesan peace of mind that all the refusing and complaining was just part of the game and not a genuine plea to stop. So far they hadn't had to use it– Taesan had learned quickly the foods Woonhak could gorge on without getting nauseous– but having the option made both of them feel more secure.
Woonhak's stomach gurgles loudly, a deep hollow sound that Taesan can feel against his bare skin, making him groan. He reaches down and grabs a handful of Woonhak's lower belly, kneading the plush fat with his fingers, rutting his hard cock up against the other side of his belly where his overhang is pressed against his crotch.
Woonhak is just so wide, and Taesan can't get enough.
Another spoonful of tiramisu is raised to his lips and he takes it, followed by another, and another, the feeling of Taesan's hard cock making him moan as it presses into his sensitive gut. The sensation of Taesan’s short thrusts knocks loose a wet burp and Taesan shivers– leaning over Woonhak's stomach just a bit more in hopes of pushing more gas from him. At this point his legs are shaking, cock hard and leaking against Woonhak's soft belly, and he feels like a cat in heat. He desperately wants Woonhak on top of him, in him, but he knows after a session like this the other man might not be able to move, let alone have the energy to fuck him.
Taesan is not one to give up easily, though. He'll push Woonhak as far as he thinks he can go and then he'll push just a bit more.
Woonhak hiccups, his belly jumping, and he burps weakly. Taesan hums, eyes dark with lust as they trace over every bulge and roll, and he scraps the last bit of fluffy cream from the container. He holds it up to Woonhak's mouth and the other man whines, lips closed tightly.
“Come on, piggy,” Taesan teases, “This is the last bite, I know you can do it.” He brings his free hand up to caress Woonhak's thigh, dipping his fingers underneath his belly to pinch at his sweaty, fat hip that's covered completely by his swollen middle.
Woonhak whines again and shakes his head, keeping his lips sealed. Taesan narrows his eyes at him. This was part of the game, Taesan is sure, and his patience is wearing thin. He brings his hand up over the swell of his belly, cupping his fat breast before moving farther up. His fingers catch over the fatty folds of Woonhak's neck, the beginnings of a triple chin wobbling with every movement of his throat, and they delicately rest over his jaw.
Woonhak's face in his hand feels soft, his pudgy jaw squishing against his fingers like marshmallow. Taesan used his thumb to prod at the corner of his lips, pressing in to force his mouth open, the pad of his thumb rubbing over Woonhak's teeth. Woonhak's jaw drops instantly, his tongue lolling out as Taesan presses his thumb deeper. He takes the chance and shoves the spoon into Woonhak's open mouth, removing his spit-slick thumb and pressing it up under his jaw to force his lips closed around the utensil.
Woonhak whines, long and high, but he swallows the bite obediently, mouth dropping open as he pants. Taesan drops the spoon into the empty container, pushing it to the side before settling both his hands on Woonhak's middle.
“Such a good boy,” He huffs out, breathless from how turned on he is, rutting his hips against Woonhak's gut. “Look at this big, greedy belly.” He purrs, rubbing his hands in large circles over the wide expanse of Woonhak's stomach, a globe of pale flesh ballooning out so far that Taesan can no longer wrap his arms all the way around him.
Woonhak groans and hiccups, whining as his sore belly is jostled. He feels so full, but also so good. His cock is hard and leaking where it's trapped under his mountain of lard, hot and painful as it's squeezed and rubbed under his belly and between his fat thighs with every movement. This recent gain has also caused him to grow a little fatpad, the flesh around his cock puffy and sensitive, ballooning out with the rest of his body. Taesan has enjoyed teasing him about it, pinching and kneading it, pretending that he can't find Woonhak's cock under all the fat even though Woonhak knows he's not that big yet.
Yet.
Woonhak shivers at the thought. The idea that he can get even bigger, that one day he may be so big and fat that Taesan won't be able to find his cock under his belly– his crotch so fatty that it practically swallows his dick in puffy flesh.
He tries to shift to put more pressure on his hard length but he can barely move under the weight of his stomach and Taesan, who is still perched delicately on his thigh. He whines in frustration, bringing his hands down to rub at his belly, fingers sinking into the soft fat pulled taunt over the girth of his stuffed stomach.
Taesan leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to the middle of Woonhak's belly before laying his head flat against it. His hands explore Woonhak's fatty sides, palming at his lovehandles and bare ass as he listens to his gut churning loudly against his ear.
“Mmm, my pig did so well for me,” He hums, turning his face to nuzzle into the hot, tight skin, “So big and greedy, all for me.” His tongue lolls out and laps at Woonhak's skin, making him shiver. His hips rut against Woonhak's lower belly faster as he drools over the hot expanse of his gut, saliva dripping down the middle to pool in his deep bellybutton.
Taesan feels out of control. Nuzzling and drooling over Woonhak's belly, humping him like an animal in heat as if he can't help himself– and, really, he can't.
He's obsessed.
“What do you think, pig,” Taesan chuckles darkly, pinching at the soft fat just below Woonhak's belly button, “Think you can be a good boy and fuck me? Or have you gotten too fat and lazy?” Woonhak whines when Taesan pulls away, the smaller man falling backwards off his lap to lay against the bed.
His knees fall open, cock hard and flushed red, shiny and slick with precum where it lays against his taunt abdomen. Woonhak's eyes travel over his body, wide and full of lust as they take everything in. His pretty, dark nipples, his firm stomach with the barest hint of abs, his lithe waist and delicate hips, his soft, milky thighs opened to expose his pretty, pink hole, already trying to clench around nothing as he waits for Woonhak to move. Three months ago he would have pounced at Taesan, moving much faster than a man of his size should be able to, but now? The extra weight pins him down, his big belly and thighs a physical obstacle that press together like dough. On an empty stomach he would probably be able to handle it, but as stuffed as he is it would be a miracle if he could even roll over.
He huffs and burps, rocking from side to side trying to heave his body forward. He feels his gut sway back and forth, its contents sloshing audibly as his engorged middle wobbles with every movement. He whines as a cramp pinches his side, all the food he had eaten pushing out against his other organs.
Taesan’s hand travels down his own body, nails scraping over his nipple lightly as he leans back on his elbow, watching Woonhak struggle with rapt attention. He swipes his thumb over the hardened bud and his breath hitches, eyes glazing over with lust as Woonhak continues to writhe on the bed in front of him, his fat body pinned to the mattress.
Woonhak huffs as he tries to roll over, whining as his belly flops against the bed, his arms flailing slightly as the mattress dips under his weight and throws off his balance. Taesan's finger traces circles around his nipple, his cock twitching against his stomach as he continues to watch Woonhak fight against the weight of his own fat belly. His breathing becomes shaky and he feels like he could cum just from this, just from the sight of Woonhak being too fat to get up on his own.
“What a fat, lazy pig,” Taesan teases, his cock throbbing at the scene in front of him, “You’re so fat you can't even move, can you?” He pinches at his nipple and moans out loud, the sound causing Woonhak to grunt and push harder against the bed. “Even the promise of getting your pathetic, little dick wet isn't enough to get your fat ass off the bed.”
Just as Taesan is about to jump in with another taunt, Woonhak successfully rolls himself far enough to get his hands under him, pushing himself up into a sitting position with a grunt. He's leaning back on his hands, chest heaving as he pants, his legs spread wide on either side of Taesan's body to accommodate his ball of a gut. The new compression on his stomach makes him burp and he brings one of his hands up to rest on his side, rubbing soothing circles into it as it gurgles angrily at him.
He leans slightly forward and his belly pools out over his thighs, the doughy overhang spilling down to rest against the bed. Taesan moans at the visual, overwhelmed by how big Woonhak has gotten in such a short time all because of him.
“Come on, baby,” Taesan moans out, breathless, “Come over here and fuck me, please.” He begs, all the playful dominance leaving his body, replaced by a desperate need to be filled.
“Fuck, hyung, I'm trying..” Woonhak whines, panting and grunting as he tries to get his knees under him. Taesan's legs fall farther open, his cock twitching when his thumb brushes over his nipple again, and that's all it takes to get Woonhak moving.
With one final push, he successfully rolls himself up onto his knees. He leans over to grab the lube from the dresser and falls forward, bracketing Taesan's hips with his hands. His stomach sloshes audibly at the movement and he moans when he feels it hang down against the bed, his skin pulling taut by the new position. He's out of breath, panting heavily and sweating from the effort– wet, nauseous burps making their way up one after the other as his upset stomach tries to settle.
He tosses the bottle of lube onto the bed and it rolls into the empty container of tiramisu, the round metal tin and remnants of whipped topping making his mouth water as it remembers each bite Taesan had shoved into it. He licks his lips, the feeling of his gut brushing the covers with every breath making images spin through his head– images of him on his hands and knees, eating from a dish in front of him like the pig he is, his belly sagging farther and farther with every bite until it rests fully against the mattress, so big that it would drag if he tried to crawl forward.
His dick twitches where it hangs against his underbelly and he groans. He spreads his knees farther and arches his back so that his gut presses more into the bed– the doughy, round pooch spreading out over the covers and pressing into his thick thighs. The added pressure on his gut stirs loose a few burps, deep belches that rumble up from his throat making him whine and pant.
He remembers his mission and glances forward, taking in the sight of Taesan laid out before him, his legs spread wide as he watches Woonhak struggle with dark eyes. His jaw is hanging open, his pretty, pink tongue dancing over his lips like he's a starving man at a feast.
Woonhak wants to devour him.
He surges forward, his belly sloshing as it slaps into Taesan's spread thighs. Taesan gasps, his hard length poking into Woonhak's belly– round and taut with food, fat rippling with each movement– and he shudders as Woonhak drags his plush body over him. He feels heavy on top of him, his thick, bloated belly pressing over Taesan's crotch, holding down his thighs and hips just with his heft alone.
Woonhak drags himself as far as he can between Taesan's legs, his belly and wide love handles keeping him from getting too close. He cranes his neck forward but is barely able to reach Taesan's chin, his fat body getting in the way. He whines in frustration and Taesan chuckles, bringing his hands up to cradle the bloated fat on his sides.
“Is this belly finally too big?” He teases, kneading the plush fat with his fingers before giving his belly a soft pat, the overstuffed organ tight like a watermelon. “You've gotten so fat you can't even kiss me without this gut getting in the way.” He pulls his hand back and brings it down against Woonhak's skin with a resounding slap. Not hard, but enough to make the younger jump– his fat rippling with the impact.
“Ah ah, be careful–” Woonhak whines, shifting his weight back and forth, his back and wrists already tired from having to hold his heavy body up.
“Then hurry up~” Taesan whines back, laying all the way back against the bed, bringing one arm up to cover his eyes while continuing to prod at Woonhak's fatty side with the other.
Woonhak huffs, frustrated and horny, his gut churning loudly with all the movement and his cock achingly hard. He sits up on his knees, huge belly rounded out in front of him blocking almost all of Taesan from his vision, and he gets his arms up under the mountain of lard. Lifting his own belly had become increasingly more difficult recently, most of his bulk settling in the lower swell and causing it to hang down heavily in front of him as if he had a medicine ball attached to his abdomen.
He grunts and lifts his belly up with all his strength, leaning forward to settle between Taesan's thighs before dropping the sack of fat over Taesan's middle. The older man gasps, the air punched out of his lungs as the extra weight is dropped on top of him.
Woonhak pauses for a moment, nervous that he's actually hurt Taesan, before Taesan starts moaning wantonly. His hands come down to rest against Woonhak's heft, gripping the flesh as he tries his best to rotate his hips under him, the weight of Woonhak's belly keeping him pinned to the mattress. Woonhak leans forward and presses a kiss to his mouth, the feeling of his stomach pooling out over Taesan's body making him breathless, his fat enveloping his lover’s thinner frame and nearly touching the bed where it flows out to the sides.
Now that his belly is out of the way, Woonhak is able to thrust forward and feel his cock brush up against Taesan's hole, both of them moaning at the sensation. It's warm and wet, tacky in a way that makes Woonhak pause.
“I prepped–” Taesan gasps, bucking his hips up against Woonhak's belly, “–in the shower earlier, I'm ah, I'm ready.”
Woonhak pouts, opening Taesan up is usually one of his favorite parts, but he's also a little glad. In their current position he's not even sure he could reach Taesan's hole, let alone have good enough leverage to finger him the way Taesan likes.
“Aish~” Taesan teases, “Don't pout at me like that, piggy, I'll let you treat me like a princess some other time.” He smirks, his hips continuing to rut up against Woonhak's underbelly, “Right now I just want you to fuck me.”
Woonhak may be on top with Taesan literally pinned beneath him, but that doesn't mean he's calling any of the shots. What Taesan wants, Taesan gets, and Woonhak is more than happy to comply.
It's difficult to get his bearings considering he can't reach his dick, let alone see it, but he shimmies around until he can feel the head press up against Taesan's hole. Taesan whines and tries to press his hips back, spreading his legs as far as he can and doing his best to wrap them around Woonhak's wide frame. His knees sink into the soft fat and he groans when he feels the head of Woonhak's cock press in slightly, stretching his hole wide.
Taesan often teases Woonhak about his cock being dwarfed by the rest of his fat body but in reality it's quite a lot to take. It's thick and long, just the tip alone makes him feel whiney and breathless. His hands grip onto the rolls of fat flowing over his middle, the weight pressing down onto him feeling heavier with every passing second.
“More please,” Taesan gasps, kneading at the doughy flesh under his fingers and squeezing his knees more into Woonhak's sides.
Woonhak grunts, breathing heavily as he presses in slowly, his length enveloped by Taesan's tight heat inch by inch. They both moan in unison as Woonhak bottoms out, his fleshy, soft fat pad squishing against the firm muscle of Taesan's ass.
He tests a short thrust and Taesan gasps beneath him, nails digging into the skin of his lovehandles. His legs squeeze tighter around Woonhak's hips, shaking slightly as he tries to adjust to the stretch. They're both panting heavily, the weight of Woonhak's belly keeping them both pinned in different ways.
“You can move.” Taesan gasps out, squirming under Woonhak's heavy mass– just barely able to take a breath with all the weight on top of his abdomen.
Woonhak's thrusts start slow– maddeningly long drags against Taesan's inner walls as he tries to ease Taesan into the feeling. He can feel his whole body shake with each movement, all his fat rippling and swaying from the momentum. A cramp pinches his side and he gasps, swallowing down the feeling of nausea as his full stomach gurgles angrily at him. He moves his hands up to either side of Taesan's head, pressing more of his weight down onto the older, his pecs hanging down under him, swinging forward and back to slap against his bloated shelf of a gut with each thrust.
Taesan bites his lip and arches his back, his eyes rolling back slightly at the delicious stretch. He loves being surrounded like this, his lover's cock filling him up and his huge body pressing him down. He just can't help but squirm under him, whining and gasping at each upstroke. Woonhak watches him from above, drinking in the sight like he's come across a fresh spring in the middle of the desert.
He looks gorgeous like this, spread out on the mattress, dark hair that's grown a little too long fanned out like a halo around his head. A beautiful bright pink blush that decorates his cheeks and spreads down his neck and chest, flushed both from arousal as well as the lack of oxygen due to Woonhak's heavy body on him.
“That's it,” Taesan mewls, head thrown back in pleasure as Woonhak's thrusts start to speed up, “Right there, piggy, that's so good– fuck, you're so fucking big. Such a good boy for hyung, fucking me so well, so heavy, so– ah, so fucking fat.”
Woonhak knows Taesan is close when he starts babbling like this. He leans down and thrusts deep, his bloated belly compressing over Taesan and making him whine high in his throat. His stomach gurgles loudly and a burp bubbles up his throat, loud and wet, rumbling up from his chest as the trapped gas is forced out of him– the hot, nauseous air blowing straight into Taesan's face.
And once he starts he can't stop.
More burps make their way up with each thrust– deep, hearty belches that leave him gasping for air.
Months ago, when they had first started dating, Woonhak would have been mortified at his actions, worried that Taesan would think he was a gross slob, but not now. They've done this enough times that he knows without a doubt that Taesan loves it. Every time Woonhak would try to stifle his burps or turn away from kisses, Taesan would drag him right back, encouraging him to let them out. In fact, one of Taesan's favorite activities is kneading Woonhak's stomach after a large meal, coaxing burps out of him one after the other. It seemed like he was only helping lessen his bloat at first, but feeling Taesan's dick twitch against his thigh with every release of gas told an entirely different story.
He can feel how much Taesan is leaking under him, wetness spreading between their bodies as Woonhak's round belly rubs over his cock with each movement. He tries to keep up a good pace but he's losing stamina fast, sweat beading on his forehead and under his armpits, body hot with the exertion. His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath, hiccups and burps practically choking him, his middle tight with the bloat.
He can feel his orgasm building and he chases it, pushing down a sudden surge of nausea so that he can finish before he actually collapses.
Taesan's moans pitch higher and he moves his hands up to grab at Woonhak's back, his arms barely able to reach around his bulk. He shifts until he can feel his cock slide against Woonhak's deep belly button, his shaft engulfed by the soft fat, slick with precum and sweat. He ruts up against it, his thrusts matching Woonhak's as he tries to pull the younger man farther into him.
Woonhak falters, hips stuttering when he feels Taesan's cock catch the rim of his belly button– the skin puffy and sensitive, lined with pink stretch marks from how fast he's been growing.
“Mm, what a good pig.” Taesan breathes out, arching his back, legs shaking violently as his orgasm edges near. “Always so good, so sweet,” He bites his lip and groans on a particularly deep thrust.
“Wanna– huff be good– huff,” He tries to get out, completely out of breath.
Taesan smirks, craning his neck to plant a kiss on Woonhak's lips.
“You're so good.” He purrs, bringing his arms up to wrap around Woonhak's neck. “You've grown so much for me, haven't you– ah, eaten so well,” He thrusts up against Woonhak's belly, “Filled this gut like you couldn't help yourself. Such a greedy pig, hm? Fuck, right there– gotten so, shit, so fat that just fucking me has you out of breath.”
Woonhak whines at the teasing, jerking his hips erratically.
“My beautiful pig, all mine.” He kisses the corner of Woonhak's mouth before dragging his tongue over his lips.
Woonhak cries out as he comes, vision blurring at the edges, leaning down to bury his face in Taesan's neck– his pecs squishing over Taesan's thin frame. He pumps his cock into him a few more times, the tight heat milking every drop out of him.
Taesan mewls, squeezing his legs around Woonhak's middle as his own orgasm crashes over him, thick ropes of cum spreading between their abdomens. Woonhak tries his best not to completely collapse on top of Taesan, putting all his remaining energy into pulling backwards towards the headboard.
Taesan whines as Woonhak slips from his hole, his belly dragging over his sensitive cock, spreading his own cum over his stomach and down his legs. He cries out when the head pops out, tugging slightly at his sore, puffy hole. He clenches around nothing, already missing the feeling of being stuffed full, and pouts when Woonhak pulls back more, his weight lifting from on top of him.
Woonhak topples backwards against the pillows, grunting as his huge gut wobbles from side to side, sloshing from the sudden movement. He burps wetly, pressing his hands over his middle protectively as it gurgles, a cramp shooting just over his bellybutton where the skin is stretched by his bloat. He tries to look down the bed at Taesan but his vision is blocked by his gut, the round ball of dough completely hiding his lover from him.
“Mm, hyung, come here.” He pouts, holding his arms up in a way that he hopes is visible to Taesan, the hanging fat on his biceps wobbling back and forth. He momentarily feels bad for not being able to help Taesan with aftercare, his belly too full and heavy to move, but he knows Taesan doesn't mind. In fact, he's even confessed to Woonhak that the thought of him being too full to get up is more hot than the lack of aftercare is upsetting.
Woonhak feels the bed dip in front of him, hands brushing up his legs and cradling his lower belly. He whines when Taesan's hands force their way up under his hanging belly, pushing up to wobble his gut causing it to slosh audibly. Woonhak grips at his upper belly, a loud, rumbling belch rolling up his throat making his whine and pant.
“Hyung–” He grunts, cut off by the wet feeling of a tongue sliding across his lower belly, pressing into the tight crevice where his lower stomach roll folds over his pelvis. He can feel Taesan's shoulders in between his legs, his hands pushing his gut up and out of the way while he kisses and licks at his soft fat pad.
His hands grip at his own belly, still unable to see Taesan at all around his huge mass of a stomach. He tries to angle his chin down but is stopped by his double chin, the thick roll squishing into his chest and the start of what could be considered a triple chin.
Taesan sucks hard at the skin of his pelvis, taking the plush fat around his cock into his mouth and rolling it between his teeth, making Woonhak gasp, still sensitive from coming just a couple minutes ago.
“Mm~ hyung, no more, I'm sensitive.” He whines, shifting his hips to stop the assault on his fat, too tired to even think of getting hard again.
The bed creaks and suddenly Taesan's face pops up from behind Woonhak's belly, an evil glint in his eye, his mouth red and slick with saliva. Woonhak thinks Taesan might push back, continuing the game of taking him to his absolute limit, but then he seems to pull back.
He places a gentle kiss over Woonhak's bellybutton, his hands coming up to soothe over the fleshy mound in an attempt to settle it.
“I guess I'll go easy on you today,” He smirks, pulling himself forward to lay against Woonhak's side, “Since you were such a good boy and all.” He tucks his head into Woonhak's shoulder and throws his leg over Woonhak's thigh, pressing his hardening cock up against his belly. Woonhak isn't surprised that Taesan is hard again, his refractory period insanely short when it comes to sessions like this, so he does what he knows Taesan wants.
He shimmies to the side and brings his hand down over Taesan's cock, thick fingers enveloping his length and squeezing just slightly. Taesan jerks and whines, thrusting up into Woonhak's hand, bringing his mouth down to lick at the folds of his neck. It doesn't take long before Taesan is coming a second time, spilling over Woonhak's hand and onto his belly.
They lay there for a few moments, breathing heavily, before Woonhak whines, another cramp twinging at his aching belly.
“How about I go draw a bath?” Taesan whispers into his ear, kissing the shell of it, his hand tracing circles over the middle of his stomach.
“Sounds– urp, good,” He answers back, stomach still rumbling as it tries to digest his massive meal, “Though I don't know if we'll both fit now.”
It was a genuine concern, the last time being over a month and probably 30lbs ago, and even then they barely fit into Woonhak's tiny apartment tub. With how much his belly has ballooned since then, it would be a miracle if they were still able to bathe together.
“Let hyung worry about that, piggy,” Taesan smirks, patting his belly, “You just relax and let me take care of you.” He places a quick kiss onto his lips before jumping up, rolling off the bed and heading to the bathroom.
Woonhak watches as he goes, eyes hungry as they stay transfixed onto Taesan pert little ass, imagining what it would be like to see it widen and grow with extra weight. His dick twitches and his stomach gurgles at the thought. Taesan disappears into the bathroom, leaving Woonhak alone with this newly discovered fantasy. His stomach gurgles again and he burps loudly, his belly jostling with a hiccup, breaking his train of thought.
“You're almost out of bubble bath!” Taesan yells from the other room and Woonhak snorts out a short laugh. Getting Taesan to gain weight was an incredibly tempting idea, but it would have to wait for another time.