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Woonhak has always been chubby.
Ever since he was a kid he carried extra softness on his body that stubbornly stayed put regardless of how much he played soccer and danced. He wasn't fat, not even close, but he looked comfortable– husky, as his mother used to say.
His arms and legs were long, the barest hint of softness covering them, not weak but not muscled either. His face was round, cheeks chubby and soft with the slightest hint of double chin. His softest area, though, is his midsection. His chest is soft and puffy, bouncing as he walks and probably big enough to fill an A-cup bra, and his stomach is just as soft– doughy rolls that never melted away with his growth spurt like all his family members had promised they would.
He's not completely oblivious, though. He knows the real reason all his stubborn chub has stuck around through his teens and into adulthood. It's no secret that Woonhak likes to eat, and when he eats he eats a lot. Double, sometimes triple, servings passing his lips for nearly every meal with numerous amounts of fatty, processed snacks in between. Hell, forget chubby, Woonhak was surprised he wasn't a blimp at this rate.
His teenage metabolism had saved him in school but now, as a freshly turned 20 year old, his eating habits have started catching up to him more. He tried going to the gym, tried going for runs, but nothing ever lasted– excuses piling up one after the other.
He told himself that if he wasn't exercising regularly then he'd at least try and cut back on the snacks. Unfortunately, that also didn't last. He'd refuse to buy them at the grocery store but then end up picking something up after work anyway– oftentimes eating more than he originally would have.
It's fine. He tells himself, looking over his reflection in the mirror as he zips up his oversized hoodie to hide his soft middle. A little bit of chub is fine, it's not like I'm fat. That acceptance was three weeks ago, and if his belly was pressing out over the waistband of his jeans more than they used to, well, that's not of anyone's concern.
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Woonhak sat at his desk with his headphones on, bopping along to the beat Jaehyun was having him critique. They had been coworkers for a little over a year now and he thinks they're pretty good friends by this point, always hanging out and bouncing ideas off each other. In fact, their closeness is one of the reasons Woonhak has been able to notice Jaehyun's changes.
Jaehyun had always been similar to Woonhak in that he was never super fit. However, unlike Woonhak–with his soft middle and stubborn baby fat– Jaehyun had always been bottom heavy. He can admit that when they first met he caught himself staring at Jaehyun's ass on more than one occasion, his pear-shaped body making a still-teenaged Woonhak flustered more than he'd care to admit. Those feelings passed with time, of course, and now he really only sees Jaehyun as his bro.
Recently, however, Jaehyun was beginning to change.
It was subtle at first. His face was slightly softer, cheeks rounding out more than Woonhak had remembered, puffy like he had stuck marshmallows in them. And his pants were so tight. His thighs and ass had always been generous, but now the seams of his favorite jeans were stretched to their absolute limit. When he would sit or lean forward, Woonhak could swear that he heard them creak like they would burst at any second. Just when Woonhak thought those pants would really give up, Jaehyun changed them out for new ones.
Now that he had sized up his pants, the changes were back to being subtle. Woonhak tried to put it out of his mind and focus on his work, but the thoughts he was having were distracting to say the least.
The weather has warmed up over the past couple days and the bulky, oversized hoodie Jaehyun had been wearing the past few months was suddenly replaced by long sleeve T-shirts and thin sweaters. Unlike the hoodie that hid his body under thick fabric, these shirts are thin– draped delicately over new curves and rolls that jiggled with every movement. The thinner fabric also emphasized his growing shape, his belly pooching out over his waistband, cupped by his shirt, and love handles spilling out like muffins in a tin.
He also ate more. A lot more.
Jaehyun wasn't ever a light eater but he would often skip lunch to keep working or snack on something healthy that his personal trainer boyfriend had made for him. Recently, though, he was almost catching up to Woonhak with his snacking.
Since they didn't share a studio, Woonhak could only imagine how much Jaehyun was eating, but the trashcan full of empty wrappers and the round bloat of Jaehyun's stomach at the end of each day told him more than enough. He tried not to stare, he really did, but he couldn't help it. Jaehyun's belly just looked so soft and round, pushing up against his shirt. It's really popped out a lot the past month and has solidified his weight gain, pulling him up from the soft category straight into chubby.
And it's started to spread to Woonhak as well.
“Woonhak-ah, you've gotta try these chocolates”, “Woonagiiii, come out to lunch with me, hyung’s treat!”, “Come on, Woonhak, you've barely eaten today, have some chips, and a candy bar, and you can't pass up this cake my friend, Riwoo, made– it's delicious!!”
Jaehyun seems to have something against Woonhak fitting into his clothes because just a month later he's struggling to button his favorite pair of jeans. Not just his favorite pair, his biggest pair. The pair he wears out to dinner or to work when he's bloated and can't fit into anything else. He jumps, squats, and squeezes trying to get them on but they don't budge.
He walks to the bathroom in disbelief, staring at his topless reflection in the mirror. His pants are unbuttoned, the two flaps separated by a mass of soft flesh he doesn't remember having. He turns to the side and his eyes nearly bug out of his head, the round swell of his belly shocking him. He's always had a belly but this is different, this is gut. A proper gut that he can't believe he missed.
He places his hand on the side of it, stroking it slowly to gauge its size, before letting it migrate to the bottom, his fingers pinching at the soft roll. He turns around to look at his ass, the material of the jeans stretched over it like spandex. He feels like if he makes one wrong move they'll split right down the middle. The thought sends a spark of something through him. Intrigue, arousal, excitement, he can't quite tell. All he knows is that he's gained weight and he likes it.
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He tries not to let it affect him.
He's gained some weight, so what? Lots of people gain weight in their 20s. Their metabolism changes and their diet doesn't, it's a very common occurrence. However, he's not sure how many people feel like this when they gain weight. Normally it's a bad thing, right? So then why does it feel so good?
He buys some of his favorite outfits in a size larger and does his best to put it behind him. He'll cut back a bit on the snacking and go for walks in the morning and everything will go back to normal.
Except it's not. And it's not even Jaehyun's fault this time.
It's Han Taesan’s.
Han Taesan was hired at their company a few months ago and has already become the biggest problem in Woonhak’s 20 years of life. He's funny, he's cute, he's talented, he's hot, oh god is he hot, and for some reason he can't stop staring at Woonhak like he wants to eat him alive.
He seems enamored with Woonhak, turning his full attention to him in nearly every situation. Jaehyun has taken the younger under his wing and–just Woonhak's luck–the two of them share their affinity for teasing and babying him. Woonhak’s plan of eating less went out the window almost immediately once Taesan was hired, Taesan and Jaehyun constantly pushing various snacks and sweets on him throughout the day. And his walking routine was ruined from day one, Taesan inviting him out to eat multiple times a week to “get to know him” instead of “going for boring walks”.
Taesan drops off packages of snacks to Woonhak’s studio. He pushes his leftovers onto Woonhak's plate saying he needs to try it. He gives Woonhak desserts for the most random, obviously made up occasions (“they were 2 for 1!”, “someone gave it to me and I don't like it”, “you seemed stressed and I heard sugar helps!”). And so on and so on. He sees Taesan multiple times a day and every time the other man has some sort of goodie to give him.
He can't even put all the blame on Taesan, really. Yes, Taesan provides him with copious amounts of food at all hours of the day, but Woonhak is the one who eats it all.
He’s the one who opens and eats every snack Taesan gives him, who finishes every bite of Taesan’s leftovers, who inhales every dessert Taesan gives him regardless of the fact that he’s already so bloated and full from all the other food he had eaten throughout the day. Taesan set the trap but Woonhak is the one who willingly fell into it.
After only a couple months he’s already outgrowing his sized-up clothes and he has completely given up on any plan to keep his weight in check. He doesn't know the exact numbers but he must have put on a decent bit of weight, his skin stretched and sensitive. He's sure the gain is obvious to anyone who looks at him, yet his supply of food hasn't lessened even a little bit. At this point he can't help but think Taesan is trying to fatten him up on purpose.
So he decides to test it.
He stands in front of his closet, looking through his clothes to try and find the perfect outfit for his plan. He needs something tight, something that shows off his recent growth in a way that isn't completely ridiculous or inappropriate.
He pulls on a pair of jeans he bought after his first big gain, a pair that he was supposed to grow into while he sorted out his new diet. Unfortunately, that plan is completely busted because now even getting them up his thighs is a struggle. He pulls with all his strength, wiggling and shimmying them up little by little until they're finally seated under the meat of his ass. He's panting, out of breath just from his attempt at getting dressed, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead. He yanks one final time with a jump, the band slipping up over his ass successfully.
Now the hard part.
His thighs and ass might have plumped up considerably the last couple months but it's nothing compared to his belly. It's round and heavy with fat, hanging down between the open flap of his pants like a water balloon. Getting his pants buttoned is going to take a load of effort and Woonhak feels tired just thinking about it.
He sits on the edge of his bed and his belly sinks farther in between his plush thighs. It's hanging down enough to rest on top of them now, something new he noticed last week when he leaned forward in his work chair and it actually pushed his legs apart. He was embarrassed at first about how much weight he had put on in such a short amount of time but it just felt so good. The weight of his belly brushing the tops of his thighs, heavy and warm, his rolls squishing together when he would bend over, pressing against his legs having nowhere else to go.
He rests a hand on the top of it, sweeping over the curve until it meets his thigh. He digs his fingers underneath to hold his underbelly in his palm, lifting to test its weight and he feels his dick twitch where it's half pressed into his too tight jeans.
This is the first time he's felt so big.
He was used to having a layer of softness covering his body but he's never felt like this before. Has never felt genuinely fat before.
Part of him feels guilt for letting himself go like this, for not being able to maintain his body like society tells him he should. Another part, however, feels giddy. He likes being soft, he likes the extra padding over his body, and he likes the idea of getting bigger. Jaehyun has seemed so much happier since he's started gaining weight and Woonhak wonders if he feels like this too, if the idea of getting heavy and fat makes him excited.
His moment of reflection ends there. He's running out of time to get to work and he still needs to find a way to fit into these pants.
He pulls at the flaps, doing his best to slip the material under the zipper up over his flabby underbelly without much luck. He tests the damage by trying to button them, the two sides not even close to meeting, his belly squishing out in front of him like a wall of dough. He sighs and lets go, his belly falling down to cover the flaps, flowing out over his legs.
He burns with embarrassment as he feels himself getting winded, panting with shallow breaths just from trying to put pants on.
He leans back on his bed, leaning on one hand and bringing the other up to pet his belly, the soft skin warm with exertion. He takes a deep breath and tries again. He grips the flaps tightly, laying all the way back on his bed and sucking in as much as his belly will allow. He uses all his strength to pull the two sides together, his hands shaking with the effort, but he finally gets them close. The button grazes over the buttonhole before he runs out of breath, his belly expanding and pushing the flaps apart again.
He groans, panting heavier now and feeling himself begin to sweat under his armpits and chest. He lays there for a moment, just staring at the ceiling and wondering if wearing his sweatpants would just be the better option, but he feels determined. He wants to see how Taesan will react to him wearing pants much too small, to show him what all his extra attention has made of Woonhak's body.
He tries one final time, gripping the flaps and sucking in hard, pulling at his pants so hard that he hears the seams creak. His abdomen trembles just as the button passes through the buttonhole and success!
He lets go of his breath he's holding and his belly juts out, pressing against his buttoned waistband hard. He's nervous for a moment that the button will snap but it holds its place. It's tight, so tight, all the pressure pressing against his belly in one spot and he groans as he realizes that he's going to have to zip them now.
He's still laying against his bed, breathing hard as he gets up the energy to try and zip his pants. He looks down at himself, his puffy double chin preventing him from angling his head all the way down, and sees his belly pushing out over the top of his waistband, the round swell blocking his view of the button and zipper. He reaches down and finds the opening with his fingers, feeling how his doughy fat overflows out of the space.
He grips the zipper with one hand, the other holding his waistband, and prepares to hold his breath again. He sucks in and pulls at the same time, yanking the waistband up to bring the two sides of his fly closer together and pulling at the zipper with sweaty fingers. By some miracle the zipper slides into place, closing his fly successfully.
His arms drop to his side, exhausted, and he pants as he wonders how he's going to get up now. The waistband is cutting into his pudge painfully and the feeling makes his stomach flutter, he can't even imagine what it must look like.
He goes to sit up and immediately falls back against the bed, the waistband tight on his belly. He huffs and uses his hands to push himself up this time. The pants are tight but not unbearable, his belly folding in half at the band, the pressure making his gut buldge over the top.
He bends forward over the edge of the bed to stretch out the fabric and stands, trying his best to pull the material from all his dips and crevasses. He does a couple squats to loosen the pant legs a bit and sighs. These things are tight but they're not totally uncomfortable, he'll probably be able to wear them today and then hang them up for good.
He stretches a couple more times before walking back over to his closet, his stomach fluttering at the feeling of his thighs rubbing together in the tight jeans. He needs a shirt to wear, something nice and tight that shows off all his rolls. He thinks for a moment, eyes glancing over all his clothes before settling on something.
He pulls a sweater from the hanger. It's a soft charcoal gray cashmere, a present from his parents a couple Christmases ago. It used to be one of his favorites, well-fitted in the shoulders and hips while hanging loose around his chest and stomach, hiding all his soft parts, but now he doesn't even want to know how tight it will be.
He pulls it over his head and immediately senses the change in size. The material pulls tight around his biceps, clinging to his thickened appendages and pulling taunt around his armpits. He rolls it down over his chest and tugs at the hem to pull it across his belly. It stretches over his gut like cling film, showing off every dip and swell of his abdomen that it used to be so good at hiding. He can see the indent of his bellybutton, tilted down slightly because of his waistband digging into his gut just below it.
He steps into the bathroom to check out his look and gawks, his eyes widening at his appearance.
He looks absolutely rotund.
The pants look even tighter on him than they feel, wrapped around his thighs like sausage casings and squeezing his hips so that his love handles pour out of the waistband like expanding dough from a cake tin. His sweater accentuates every roll and lump on him, pulling tight over his softened biceps and cupping his full chest. It barely covers his belly, the hem just barely hiding the button on his jeans and rounding up over his hips. The color shows off the round shape of it so well, not a single pound of fat being hidden from view.
He turns around and whistles low at the sight of his ass.
It's round and plump, squished sinfully into his jeans, the rolls of fat connected to his love handles puffing up over the waistband, his sweater hugging them delicately. He tries to stick his hand in his back pocket with no luck, the fabric molded over his fat bottom with no give.
He sighs deeply and feels his jeans creak. Today was going to be interesting.
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The commute to work was almost torture.
He thankfully listened to Jaehyun and actually bought himself a car, because trying to navigate the subway in this outfit would have been hell, so he can at least suffer in private.
Sitting up, his waistband cuts into his belly painfully, pinching at his hips. He wants to undo the button so badly but he knows if he undoes it now he'll never get it buttoned back up. So he does his best to push the band down under the largest swell of his stomach, untucking his lower belly and letting it plop out onto his thighs.
He feels the cool breeze of the air conditioner hit his skin and he knows that his sweater has ridden up to expose his stomach without even looking. He'll have to pull his jeans back up once he gets to work but for now this positioning is much more comfortable.
Sitting in the parking garage he tugs at his belt loops and tries to shove his belly back in his jeans. He did happen to grab a pair of sweatpants on his way out of the house, slightly worried about having no back up plan just in case his jeans decide to give up. He thinks about just throwing in the towel now but quickly dismisses the idea. He worked hard to put these pants on, he's not going to let this opportunity go to waste.
He pulls at his belt loops again, trying to tug gently so he doesn't break them off. It's difficult and he can feel himself breaking a small sweat but he finally is able to hike them back up to sit at his belly button, far enough that his sweater can once again cover his exposed skin. He huffs out a sigh and finally pops open the car door, preparing for a long day of discomfort.
The walk to his studio is largely uneventful, only a few curious stares being pointed his way as he makes his way through the lobby and towards the elevator. It's not until he's in his studio with the door closed that he lets out the breath he didn't know he was holding, his jeans creaking ominously where his stomach presses into them.
Stepping into the office also has an almost pavlovian effect on him. The second he sets his bag down his stomach growls, feeling empty despite just eating a standard amount of eggs and toast a short time ago. He knows Taesan will arrive soon and most likely have something for him, but he's just so hungry. His stomach growling again as he tries to think of how long Taesan will take to show himself.
He tries to convince himself to wait but his stomach wins the argument, gurgling angrily at him for being ignored.
He opens his snack drawer and is miffed at how low his stock is getting. With how much he's been eating recently, he no longer has leftover snacks from Taesan to keep his drawer full– digging into his extra supply more and more often. He grabs a pack of Oreos that hasn't been opened yet and starts up his computer, flinching slightly at his jeans pinching his belly when he sits.
I'll just have a few while I wait. He tells himself, clicking open his email while he begins munching on the first cookie.
He should know by now not to underestimate his hunger.
By the time he finishes clicking through all his new messages he's done with the first sleeve of cookies, his stomach slightly bloated on top and pressing more into his jeans, creaking with every breath. He doesn't stop however, still not satisfied enough to notice how much he's eating.
He swigs at his water to wash away all the dry cookie in his mouth and starts on the next sleeve, his thoughts still occupied with work. He's nearing the end of the second sleeve when there's a knock at the door.
His head whips to the side. That has to be Taesan with his first visit of the day. It's showtime.
His eyes drop down to the package of Oreos and he gulps at the sight, shocked that he was able to eat 2/3rds of the package so easily. There's another knock and Woonhak shakes his head to clear his thoughts, setting the package of cookies to the side and standing as quickly as his bloated belly and tight pants will allow. He pulls down his sweater and takes one last breath deep before opening the door.
It's Taesan, of course it is.
“H-hi hyung!” Woonhak stutters as his hands pull at the hem of his sweater, suddenly self-conscious even though he created this plan all on his own.
Taesan looks as good as he always does. Dark hair ruffled slightly, hanging over his forehead and slightly into his eyes, deep and hooded with confidence. His clothes are equally as dark, black T-shirt and ripped black jeans framing his tall, lanky body perfectly.
He's holding some sort of pastry box in his hand and Woonhak can tell he's about to start his usual spiel of an excuse and offer, but he stops short.
His eyes drop down, clearly noticing the state of Woonhak's clothes, and they widen slightly. His confident smile thins to a line and his face begins to turn bright red. Woonhak has never seen him look so caught off guard and he can't help but feel a little giddy, his plan falling into place better than he expected.
“Is that for me?” He motions at the box Taesan’s holding, feeling a surge of confidence. Taesan jerks his eyes away, dropping down to look at the box before suddenly thrusting it up into Woonhak’s chest.
“I– I got this– um, for you!” His face is bright red, resembling a cherry as he holds the box out towards Woonhak without looking at him.
Woonhak takes the box from him and it feels heavy, heavier than the usual 2-3 assorted pastries feel. Despite the fact that he just ate roughly 15 Oreos, he feels his stomach growl, his mouth watering with interest. Normally, this is when Taesan would invite himself in, taking a seat on the couch while Woonhak took a look at what he brought him, but today Taesan seems to be frozen in place.
“Would you like to come in?” He asks and Taesan jumps, his eyes shifting around to look everywhere but at him, face still bright red. He doesn't answer but brushes past Woonhak anyway, awkwardly taking a seat on the couch, his hands placed gently on his knees.
Woonhak tries his best not to laugh at how uncharacteristically awkward Taesan is being, placing the box on his desk and carefully lowering himself into his chair. His pants have held on well enough but they've only gotten tighter after the cookies, the band pinching the skin around his navel and being dangerously close to popping.
He pulls open the box and his eyes nearly bug out of his head.
Usually Taesan will bring him 2-3 items, always under the guise of them being leftover or extra, but not this time. Inside the box are doughnut holes, a lot of doughnut holes. It's an assorted mix of different flavors, stacked high enough that he can't see the bottom of the rather large box.
“How–” He's still staring down at the box but he sees Taesan jump from the corner of his eye, “–many did you get?” He looks up and Taesan's face is somehow even redder than it was before.
“Three dozen–”
“Three dozen?!”
They catch eyes and Taesan looks like a deer caught in headlights. Three dozen is a lot of doughnuts, even if it is just the holes, and Taesan has never brought him that much at once before.
Suddenly Woonhak's pants feel a whole lot tighter.
His stomach growls once again and Taesan breaks eye contact, finding the floor very interesting, while Woonhak weighs his options. On the one hand, he could continue to push this little experiment and see just how many doughnut holes his pants can hold on for, but on the other hand, what if Taesan is actually not into Woonhak like that and he just ends up making a fool of himself?
He looks back towards the box sitting on the desk, then back at Taesan who's still avoiding eye contact, and then down at himself, watching carefully as his belly rises and falls with each breath. He's already started, might as well keep the experiment going.
He plucks the first one from the box, a chocolate one, and pops the whole thing into his mouth, chewing carefully and moaning at the taste.
“Aw man,” He says around the mouthful of doughnut, “This is so good, thanks hyung!” He swallows and immediately grabs for the next one, a blueberry, quickly popping it in his mouth and chewing. He turns his chair towards his desk and brings the box closer, pushing the oreo package to the side so that it's in Taesan's view. He swears he can hear the other man squeak as he pops a third doughnut hole into his mouth. He turns his head to look over his shoulder and peers at Taesan, who is watching him with wide eyes.
“You wanna hear what I'm working on?” Taesan nods and Woonhak turns back around towards his computer, bringing up the music program.
They listen to his drafts together as Woonhak continues eating bite after bite, barely pausing to breathe in between them, not even worried about how many he's eaten. He starts to feel it though. Every time he swallows he can feel his belly getting tighter and tighter, pressing harder against his waistband. It's digging into him, so tight that the button feels like it's been completely swallowed in between the separated halves of his belly. He pauses to catch his breath and feels thirsty, his water bottle sitting empty next to him, and he turns to look towards his mini fridge.
He can't get up, at least not with how tight his pants are, but he's just so thirsty. He looks towards Taesan to ask for help and catches the older staring right at his belly. He's staring so hard that he doesn't even realize Woonhak is watching him back.
“Hey, hyung, can you get me some water out of my fridge?” Taesan jumps when Woonhak addresses him, taking a moment to think of what the other said before jumping up and opening the fridge.
Just Woonhak's luck, there are no more water bottles, just soda.
“Um..” Taesan stares dumbly at the 16oz bottles of soda.
Woonhak breathes in and feels his pants creak, this is going to be fun.
“The sprite is fine.” Taesan wordlessly hands it over to him before taking his place back on the couch. Woonhak cracks the seal and takes a swing, whining at the immediate pressure it puts on his gut, but it's so cold and refreshing in his dry mouth. He chugs mouthful after mouthful, his belly expanding further and further until suddenly–
Pop!
He gasps as the pressure on his stomach is suddenly released, his belly flopping out onto his thighs like a waterfall of fat. The contents of his stomach shift suddenly and a thick burp slips from his mouth, his face burning with embarrassment. He sees a button, the button from his pants, roll across the studio floor and come to a stop near the door.
He busted his pants.
He busted his pants.
His gut gurgles and another burp bubbles up his throat but he stifles it this time. He can't believe he actually got fat enough to pop the button off his pants, the pants he bought with the intention of losing weight.
He feels cool air against his lower belly and knows that it must be hanging out of his shirt now that his pants are no longer an obstacle. He leans back in his chair and looks down at himself, his stomach a round ball of fat sitting on top of his thighs, the hem of his sweater pulled up past his belly button to expose the soft flesh and the angry red indentions left by his pants. He feels heavy and weighed down but he doesn't feel full yet.
He remembers he's not alone and braves a glance up at Taesan.
The other man looks like he's going to explode. His face is dark red, the deep blush covering his entire face, his ears, and his neck, disappearing under the collar of his shirt and no doubt continuing down over his chest. He's staring right at Woonhak’s exposed stomach, his eyes dark and pupils blown wide, seemingly transfixed on the fat mass of pale flesh. His hands are gripping the couch cushion tightly, knuckles white with the effort, like he's physically holding himself back from leaping off of it.
Woonhak starts to feel self-conscious. He can't believe he's sitting here, fat belly hanging out of his broken pants in front of a coworker. This has to be some sort of HR violation–
“Can I kiss you?”
His thought is interrupted by Taesan's sudden outburst, the words not even registering before he speaks again.
“Please,” He grunts out, “Please, can I kiss you?”
He barely gets the cap back on the bottle of sprite that's still in his hand before he spits out a desperate “yes”, his mouth moving faster than his brain.
Taesan lunges at him, lips smashing against his forcefully and it makes him gasp, the bottle of soda slipping from his hand as he brings his arms up to grasp at Taesan's shoulders. Their teeth clack together and Taesan runs his tongue over Woonhak's bottom lip, licking up into his mouth.
He's still standing over Woonhak, his hands placed on the armrests on either side of him, caging him in. Woonhak's own hands grip at Taesan's shoulders, bunching his T-shirt up between his fingers as Taesan presses in closer. He bites down on Woonhak's bottom lip, making him moan high and sweet, sliding his tongue over the spot to soothe him. It's wet and hot, Woonhak's whole body feeling on fire as Taesan continues to prod at his mouth with his tongue.
Taesan presses closer, nudging his knee in between Woonhak's legs, pushing them farther apart. He pushes until his knee rests against Woonhak's stomach– the sharp, bony point contrasting his soft, fat rolls. He gasps at the sensation, Taesan using the opportunity to lick into his mouth while pressing his knee harder against his stomach.
The pressure builds in his bloated stomach and he feels a burp bubble up his throat. He tries his best to hold it, detaching his mouth from Taesan's just in time to turn his face away and release the pent up gas. It's deep and rumbles from his throat, wet and hot, lasting at least three seconds. Woonhak whimpers, squirming with embarrassment, Taesan's knee still pressed up against his belly.
He's about to apologize when he hears Taesan moan, a soft fuck leaving his mouth as his hand comes up to his face, pulling him back in to kiss him again. He leans in with his knee, making Woonhak moan into his mouth, panting against his lips.
“Can I touch you?” Taesan asks, detaching his lips from Woonhak's, his hand hovering over Woonhak's body waiting for permission.
“Yes, please.” Woonhak moans as Taesan's hand finally settles on him, fingers tracing over the hot, exposed skin of his belly. He follows the red indent left by his waistband with his knuckles towards his bellybutton, pressing his thumb in and making Woonhak squirm.
“You are so hot,” He breathes out, shifting his knee to press harder into Woonhak's lower stomach and laying his hand open-palmed over the top swell, massaging the soft skin with the heel of his hand. “You've been driving me crazy, you know?” He rambles on, continuing to knead into Woonhak's soft fat, “Eating everything I bring you, outgrowing your clothes like this.”
He grips a handful of Woonhak’s belly and gives it a firm shake, making Woonhak gasp as his whole body jiggles from the movement. His gut wobbles against Taesan's knee and it knocks loose another burp, all the cookies and doughnuts he ate shifting in his stomach and making him ache for more.
He feels a new surge of determination, confident that Taesan is just as into this as he thought, so he pushes again.
“Wanna feed me the rest of the doughnuts?” He gasps when Taesan's grip on his belly tightens, a low groan escaping Taesan's throat.
“Fuck yeah, I do.” He moves away from Woonhak and turns to grab the half-empty box of doughnut holes from the desk, stepping backwards and taking a seat on the couch. Woonhak whines in confusion, missing the heat of Taesan against him. Taesan sets the box down beside him, patting his thighs and spreading them so that Woonhak can see the outline of his hard cock in his jeans.
Woonhak gulps, eyes moving from Taesan's crotch up to his face. Surely he can't mean for Woonhak to sit on his lap. Sure, it's only been a few months of gaining but Woonhak is sure that he's heavy, much too heavy to be sitting on someone as thin as Taesan.
Taesan senses his hesitation and pats his thighs again, smirking dangerously.
“Come on, Woonhak-ah,” He teases, leaning back slightly, “Come sit on hyung’s lap.” He rests his arms on the back of the couch and watches carefully as Woonhak shifts back and forth in his chair, his belly wobbling with the movement. He licks his lips at the sight, eyes dark like a predator eyeing up its next meal.
Woonhak whines but pushes forward anyway, not wanting to wait any longer. Standing up from the chair he leans back to counterbalance the weight of his stomach, his soft belly hanging forward over his broken pants. It's only a couple steps to the couch but each one makes his belly jiggle like a bowl of Jell-O, his fat rippling.
Once he's standing in front of Taesan the other man brings his hands up to his hips, fingers reaching around to dig into the meat of his ass over the jeans. Woonhak mewls, feeling breathless.
“How'd you even get these on?” Taesan teases, pulling at the waistband and feeling how tight they still were even though they were no longer buttoned.
“Lots of jumps and squats.” Woonhak answers back, breathing shallowly as he feels his dick starting to chub up, still tightly confined in his jeans.
“Damn,” Taesan whistles, “I wish I had been there to see it.” He curls his fingers into Woonhak's belt loops and pulls him forward until he has no choice but to straddle him. Woonhak places his hands on the back of the couch on either side of Taesan's head and he kneels above his legs, hovering over his lap.
“Come on baby,” Woonhak shivers at the pet name, “Sit down, I want you to.” He looks up at Taesan's face and whines, finally lowering himself to settle against Taesan's thighs.
He lets his weight settle slowly, not wanting to hurt Taesan, and the other man groans– hands squeezing Woonhak's hips. His wide ass and thighs spread over top of Taesan's slender legs, enveloping them in warmth, and his belly pools forward, hanging down between Woonhak's spread thighs to press against Taesan's abs. Taesan grunts when Woonhak shifts forward on his lap, body warm and heavy against him.
He pulls Woonhak forward even more with an arm wrapped around his back, causing him to spread his legs wider.
Rrrrrrrrip
Woonhak gasps as the seam on his left inner thigh suddenly gives up, ripping open a hole about three inches long up towards his crotch. The meat of his thigh flows from the new space, squishing out like dough. Taesan throws his head back and moans loudly, his hands gripping onto Woonhak's hips.
“God, you are so fucking hot, you have no idea how badly I want to fuck you.” Woonhak gasps at the confession, rutting his hips up and shivering at the feeling of his crotch rubbing up against his own belly. Taesan grips at his thigh, pinching and pressing his thumb into the exposed fat squishing out from the ripped hole.
“Weren't you going to feed me?” Woonhak pants, leaning back slightly and sliding his hands down to Taesan's chest, thumbs brushing over his nipples over his shirt. Taesan's breath hitches and he reaches over to the open box, grabbing two doughnut holes between his fingers.
“Open up, baby.” Woonhak obeys, letting his tongue roll out of his open mouth as Taesan presses the first doughnut against it. It's strawberry frosted and super sweet, causing him to salivate, a bit of drool dripping from the corner of his mouth as he chews and swallows. He immediately opens his mouth for the next bite, licking over Taesan's fingers as a chocolate one is placed between his lips.
They keep going, one bite after another, Taesan running soothing circles into Woonhak's side with his free hand as he watches him chew and swallow. He's eaten about 12 when he starts to feel himself getting full. The cookies, plus the first third of the doughnut box, then the soda, and now another 12 doughnut holes weighing him down and making him feel bloated and heavy. His belly presses into Taesan's, firm with everything he's eaten. He groans and shifts in Taesan's lap, feeling Taesan's hard cock poking against his underbelly.
“You're doing so well,” Taesan purrs, pressing the heel of his hand into Woonhak's bloated side. He gasps and hiccups, his own hand falling to his stomach and rubbing the top where it's the most firm. He's starting to get thirsty again and he turns around to look for the bottle of soda he dropped earlier, noticing it laying on the floor a couple feet away. It's thankfully not that far so he leans over to grab it, his side cramping with the effort, but he's able to reach it successfully.
He settles back over Taesan's lap and uncaps the bottle, titling it up and taking a swig. The carbonation burns his throat but it helps wash away all the sugary glaze, his belly growing just a bit tighter as the bubbly liquid settles in him. He shuffles forward slightly and another loud rip rings through the room.
He stops drinking and burps, looking down to see that the seam on the other leg of his pants has split as well, tearing closer to his crotch– the soft meat of his inner thigh where his leg meets his pelvis flowing out from the new opening. He looks absolutely wrecked, his belly flopping out over his broken pants, sweater pulled up over his bellybutton, the material along both of his inner thighs split open, squishy fat trying its best to escape from its tight confines.
Taesan watches the whole thing silently, eyes dark with desire, cock hard and heavy under Woonhak’s weight. He doesn't say anything as he reaches for another doughnut hole, only about a third of them left, and brings it up to Woonhak's mouth. Woonhak takes the bite into his mouth obediently, still holding the bottle in his hand as Taesan continues feeding him.
Each swallow becomes more and more difficult, his belly swelling outwards, but he's nearing the end of the box and he's determined to finish. He takes small sips of soda in between bites to wash down the sugar but it only bloats him more, the extra gas from the bubbles pressing into every open pocket of his stomach. He tries to massage them out, kneading his fingers into the tight swell, but he's so full he's barely able to get any to come up.
“Just a few left.” Taesan reassures him, patting the side of his belly, feeling the taunt curve. Woonhak whines but takes the next bite when Taesan holds it up to his lips, figuring that he's almost done and pushing forward is his best option.
He feels so heavy and tight, each doughnut hole settling in his stomach like concrete. He's panting heavily, the weight of his belly making it difficult to take a deep breath. Taesan's hand on him feels like a brand, hot and searing as his fingers rub and trace over every dip and curve. He presses another doughnut against Woonhak’s lips and runs his free hand over his hip, squeezing at the fat there.
Woonhak whines as he swallows, shuddering when Taesan's hand wanders over the front of his belly, kneading at the soft plush of his underbelly. His thumb dips into Woonhak's bellybutton, rubbing circles on the inside, making Woonhak squirm and moan high in his throat. The feeling is overstimulating but it feels so good. Sparks of pleasure shoot up his spine with every press of Taesan's thumb and he can feel his cock twitching violently against his fat underbelly.
“Last one, baby, I promise.” Woonhak drops his mouth open and waits for the last doughnut to be placed there, drool pooling under his tongue, threatening to dribble out. Taesan presses the doughnut onto his tongue and he groans, chewing and swallowing with difficulty– his jaw sore and his belly aching. He can feel the bite slide down his throat and settle into his overpacked gut, his skin stretched tight over the dome of his stomach melting into the soft fat that's pressing against Taesan.
Taesan is on him like a tiger, capturing his lips in a heated kiss as his hands explore the tight expanse of his belly. He licks into Woonhak's mouth, tasting the remnants of sugar left behind, and bites down on his bottom lip, making Woonhak whine high in his throat.
“You are so perfect,” Taesan whispers into his mouth in between kisses, his hands pressing and kneading Woonhak's gut, “Ate everything I gave you like you couldn't help yourself.” Woonhak moans, burping wetly when Taesan presses into a tender spot.
He turns away from Taesan's mouth and brings the bottle of soda back up to his lips. It's almost empty so he tips it back and chugs, whining at the sensation of his stomach bloating outwards just a bit more. He gasps when he sucks air, the bottle finally empty, and he tosses it to the side.
“Mrrh– uuuurrrppp.” Woonhak grips his aching side, his belly churning angrily as everything tries to settle in him. Taesan wraps his arms around Woonhak's waist, pressing his lips into his neck, licking and sucking at his skin while his hands explore Woonhak's soft sides.
“Can't believe you ate everything.” Taesan moans into Woonhak's neck, running his lips just under Woonhak's ear making him shiver. Taesan's hands travel down over his hips, squeezing them gently before moving to his thighs, thumbs pressing into the exposed flesh bulging out from the rips. “You've been such a pig lately, haven't you?” Woonhak moans loudly at the words, his whole body flushing with heat as Taesan keeps playing with his fat. “Eating everything I bring you, outgrowing your clothes, not even caring about how fat you're getting.” His fingers grip Woonhak's hanging belly, shoving his hands underneath the roll of dough to reach the broken zipper of his pants. He brushes against Woonhak's hard cock, still trapped in the ridiculously tight fabric, and Woonhak groans– hips twitching as he chases the touch.
“If you keep eating like this you'll get so fat this belly will cover your poor little cock.” Taesan grunts as he gets his fingers on the fabric of Woonhak’s jeans. “You won't even be able to reach it, too big and fat to get yourself off.” He yanks at the flaps of Woonhak's jeans, a sudden jolt that makes Woonhak gasp and grab at Taesan's shoulders to keep his balance. The fabric gives, ripping straight down the crotch seam and blending into the open rips at his thighs.
His belly gurgles angrily at the aggressive jolt, but he sighs with relief as the tight confines of his pants are ripped away, allowing his cock to pop out the front. He looks down and bites his lip at the sight– or lack of sight, more accurately– his belly round and tight, hanging over his lap and covering his entire crotch, the soft, plush lower belly settling over Taesan's abdomen. His sweater is pulled up under his chest, the fabric stretched over his fatty pecs, pulling tighter with every haggard breath. He whines and tugs at Taesan's shirt, wanting it off but not being able to formulate the words as Taesan continues rubbing his palms over every inch of his bare skin.
Thankfully, Taesan understands him. He leans back and tugs his T-shirt off, his smooth, pale skin now fully on display. He leans back in and kisses Woonhak, sighing against his lips when their bare stomachs press against each other.
“Touch me, please.” He pants out, rotating his hips as best as he can with how weighed down he feels. Taesan massages his hands into Woonhak’s body, palming at his lovehandles and over his belly, dropping down to pinch and squeeze at his thighs– purposefully avoiding his hard cock that’s tenting his boxers peaking out from his torn pants. Woonhak whines, trying to push his hips up into Taesan’s hands, and Taesan laughs at him. He plants a short kiss onto Woonhak’s pouting lips, hands brushing up over his sides to thumb at the hem of his sweater, the stretched fabric pulled up to sit on the top of his belly. Taesan rubs his thumbs into the tight skin of his stomach, pressing in slightly to massage out some of the gas still trapped in the bloated dome.
“Oh– uuurrpppp, ah urp nhgggg.” Woonhak whines, panting as burp after burp makes its way up his throat. His whole body feels hot as Taesan keeps kneading into the globe of his stomach, kissing over his throat and feeling the the vibration of each belch with his lips. Taesan thumbs up under his sweater and pulls the hem up over his chest, his fat tits flopping out to hang down on either side of his belly.
“Look at these tits.” Taesan teases, fingers coming back down to continue massaging burps from Woonhak’s stomach. “So big and full of fat,” His thumb swipes up over Woonhak’s swollen nipple, making him jump, “I wonder if milk would come out if I sucked hard enough.” Woonhak hisses as Taesan moves down to suck his pec into his mouth, moaning and swirling his tongue over the hard nipple. One of his hands moves over to squeeze at Woonhak's other pec. Holding the weight of it in his palm and scraping over his nipple with his thumbnail.
His other hand comes down over Woonhak's stomach, pinching the fat under his bellybutton before brushing his fingers over his hard cock. Woonhak shudders and moans, low and deep, his stomach gurgling angrily at the sudden movement. He's panting as Taesan digs deeper, his fingers pressing up underneath his stomach to pull at his boxers. He slips his hand under the hem and wraps it around Woonhak's length, his cock hard and hot against his palm, slick with precum and sweat.
“Such a fat pig, huh?” Taesan teases, dropping Woonhak's breast from his mouth, his hand beginning to rub at Woonhak's cock, his wrist bumping into Woonhak's belly with each stroke. Woonhak whimpers and Taesan brings his other nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly while simultaneously rubbing his thumb over his slit.
“All– shit– all ‘cause of you.” He pants, one hand squeezing at Taesan's shoulder, the other one coming up to tangle in his hair. Taesan's tongue swipes over the hardened bud of his nipple and his breath hitches, a bit of precum dribbling out over Taesan's hand. He spreads it over Woonhak's length, fingers fanning out to brush over his balls and inner thighs.
Taesan hums, dragging his tongue over Woonhak's nipple again before pulling back and pressing a kiss to the top of his bloated stomach.
“Because of me?” He asks, looking up at Woonhak with an evil glint in his eye. “I didn't shove the food down your throat, piggy,” He grips Woonhak's belly and gives it a rough shake, making Woonhak gasp out, “You just couldn't stop stuffing your face, eating everything I gave you until you were too fat for your clothes.” The hand on his cock speeds up, causing his belly to wobble from the movement, and Woonhak grips Taesan's hair tightly, thrusting up into his hand as well as he can.
“I bet you'd eat even more if I gave it to you, hm?” He continues, peppering kisses over Woonhak's belly and chest, “You'd get so big, nothing would fit you,” Woonhak can feel his orgasm nearing as Taesan talks, “You'd have to walk around with this fat belly on display in front of everyone. They'd all see how much of a pig you made of yourself, how much you let yourself go, how fat you had gotten– but you wouldn't care, would you?” Taesan brings his free hand down to his own crotch, pressing the heel of it down over his hard cock as he continues to jerk Woonhak off.
Woonhak whines high in his throat, squeezing his eyes shut and tugging at the strands of hair in his grip, not able to answer Taesan as he feels his orgasm build low in his overstuffed gut. Taesan hisses at the pain of his hair being pulled, leaning down to bite at the stretched skin over Woonhak's belly, the weight of it heavy as it lays over the hand attached to Woonhak's cock.
Woonhak shifts his weight to the side, his thighs enveloping Taesan's lap as he moves, desperately chasing his orgasm. Taesan groans at the feeling, breathless as Woonhak’s weight practically pushes the air from him.
“God, I wish I could take you home.” Taesan pants, his wrist getting sore from the weight of Woonhak's belly pressing down over it, but he tries his best to speed up his strokes regardless. “You have no idea how badly I want you on top of me, fucking into me with this stupid–” he squeezes at Woonhak's length making him whimper, “–cock, your big belly pressing against my back. You'd get so out of breath because of how fat and lazy you've gotten but you'd be such a good boy for me, hm? You'd fuck me just how I wanted, and when you got too tired I'd roll on top of you and fuck myself on your cock, using you to get myself off.” He presses the heel of his hand into his still clothed cock, hand speeding up on Woonhak as his own orgasm inches closer.
“You'll be my pig,” He grunts, trying to chase any friction he can get while being trapped under Woonhak's weight, “All mine to feed and fuck as I see fit, until you're so big that you can't do anything but lay there and let me take everything I want.” The vision crosses both of their minds at the same time and they groan in unison.
Woonhak yanks at Taesan's hair as his orgasm crashes over him, the stimulation on his cock and against his bloated stomach– coupled with Taesan's words– tipping him over the edge. Thick ropes of cum spurt from his tip, painting Taesan's hand and his underbelly with white, the visual sending Taesan over the edge as well.
He gasps as he comes in his pants, chest heaving as he rides out his orgasm, Woonhak writhing on his lap as he does the same. It's a little too much and everything suddenly feels too hot despite the fact that his top half is bare.
They sit in silence for a few moments, the sound of their heavy breathing loud in the quiet studio. Woonhak's grip loosens on Taesan's hair and he brings his hand down to pet at the nape of his neck, leaning forward to press his forehead against Taesan's shoulder. Taesan removes his hand from under Woonhak's belly, careful not to get cum everywhere as his free hand strokes over Woonhak's back.
Taesan wants to stay like this forever but the mess in his pants is getting more and more uncomfortable with every passing minute so he begrudgingly sits up, making Woonhak grumble when he shifts him.
“We need to get up, baby,” He whispers gently, petting at the back of Woonhak's head, “We need to get cleaned up.”
Woonhak whines, flopping over onto the couch next to Taesan, one of his legs still draped over his lap. His belly gurgles at the movement and he pouts, pawing at his upset stomach, a light burp slipping from his lips.
Taesan runs a hand up Woonhak's leg, thumbing at the ripped material of his jeans and finally taking in everything they just did.
“I hope that wasn't too much.” He mutters, suddenly embarrassed about everything he did and said to a coworker he's only known for a few months.
Woonhak scoffs and nudges Taesan in the stomach with his knee.
“That was the hottest thing I've ever done,” He confesses, face warm with a blush, “But I'm glad I actually packed those backup sweatpants.” He looks down at himself, his belly round and full, settled over soft thighs that are squishing out of his ripped pants, his whole crotch exposed from the hole Taesan physically torn apart. His softening cock is laying against his thigh, the head just barely visible beyond the jut of his belly. His skin is littered with kiss marks and bites, just now warming to a bright red, his nipples red and puffy from all the sucking they endured.
“So, you planned to eat your way out of your pants?” Taesan teases, laughing as Woonhak's face burns brighter at the accusation.
“I may or may not have forced myself into these just to see your reaction..” he grumbles back, not looking at Taesan but blushing even harder at the laugh Taesan lets out.
“I hope it was a good reaction?” Woonhak feels fingers against his chin, pulling slightly to force him to face Taesan. His stomach swoops when his eyes meet Taesan's, dick twitching where it lays against his thigh.
“Very good.” He practically melts when Taesan gives him a lopsided smile, his thumb brushing over Woonhak's soft jaw. “In fact,” he continues with a sudden burst of courage, “After we clean up, do you want to take me out to lunch?”
He's never seen a grown man move so fast.