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WARNING: this is a fic about feedism, a kink which glorifys mainly weight gain and may include feedings/stuffings, degrading terms and teasing. Please be aware of that before reading, readers discretion is adviced.
Yoongi groaned in frustration. Digging once again and turning his closet upside down. Of course the only clothes that fit him were in the laundry place; probably because it was all he wore these days. If it were any other night, he would have naturally pick out a pair of sweatpants and his now not so oversized t-shirts. But tonight was special. A 3 year anniversary to be exact, it was going to be a fancy restaurant; they reserved months ago for god’s sake! You know what? Fuck it. Last year’s suit it is.
A pleased smirk formed on Yoongi’s face as he presence the change in his boyfriend’s expression. Confidently standing in the doorway, in a perfectly fitted suit, was Jimin. Who’s eyebrows raised ridiculously; and shamelessly humming as his eyes traveled from the older’s head to toe.
Shiny stylish shoes, that seemed new; and the only thing that fit him. The dress pants being stretched to the brim, seems falling apart; especially around Yoongi’s juicy thighs. Jimin couldn’t even dare to imagine how his ass looked, he had to get a hold of himself. Hips busted free from the pants into a noticeable muffin top, dress shirt doing nothing to cover his curvy frame. His round soft belly asking for freedom against the button of his already tight pants. His flabby arms filling the sleeves entirely, leaving nothing to the imagination.Chest so tight against the shirt it even becoming see through, showing off his nipples. And Jimin could feel his mouth watering at the sight of every strained button on his dress shirt; each one threatening to pop with any jiggle from his body.
“Let’s get going.” Yoongi said calmly snapping the younger out of the trance he was in. Grabbing his coat, feeling the other’s intense stare on his every movement. “Unless you want to miss our 2 month reservation….?” A playful raise of his eyebrows got his boyfriend to go back to normal.
A blush and a bright smile grew on Jimin’s face, before holding both of the older’s hands “Happy Anniversary” He said in the deepest voice he could muster, head reaching down to kiss his hands. Which he instantly took away in joking disgust, earning a heartful giggle from the younger.
“We’re not even there yet, and you are already being a sap” He couldn’t avoid saying that without a smile forming on his face as he looked at his boyfriend. “Let’s go.”
They were sat next to each other in a booth. although the table seemed a lot bigger than for just the two of them; Yoongi didn’t mind it and enjoyed the company. It started like any other date really. Sappy jokes, with an even faker uninterested response from the older, giggles and silent gestures. That was until it was time to order. Yoongi started in absolute shock as he heard everything his boyfriend was ordering just for the two of them. Of course, they had their little game, Jimin would sit in his lap and feed him all sorts of fattening goods.
But this was different in so many ways. First of this was a public space, second of all the amount of food ordered was much more than he ever ate in one of their sessions. Yoongi gulped worried as soon as his boyfriend finished the order, leaving the waitress with an incredulous look.
“What’s wrong Yoons?” Snapping him out of his shock spoke a shit eating grin Jimin.
“Don’t play the ‘Yoons’ card on me!” The older complained. A punch of realization rushing through him; the missing clothes, the booth reserved in the farest corner…He let out a dramatic gasp “You planned this!” An accusing finger pointing at the younger in disbelief.
“Busted.” He said in between a fit of bubbly giggles. Such a contagious laugh, Yoongi found himself laughing along to. But quickly had to restrain himself as he felt each button daring to pop with every exhale of air.
“There is no way in hell, we’re doing this.”
“Awww come on! I spent so long planning it…Yoons?” Fuck him, him and his lovely pleading puppy dog eyes.
“We’re in public. And even if we weren’t I never ate that much.”
“Well…there’s always a first time…right?” Jimin’s pleady look intensified staring directly into Yoongi’s soul.
“Ugh, fine! Ok, ok! Let’s do this.” A determined look took over his face, earning a pleased smirk from his boyfriend.
Gradually, food began to arrive. There were too many dishes for the poor chefs to bring them all at once. And Jimin, worked him through the first appetizers, pushing food into his boyfriend’s mouth slowly. Sitting so close to him the other hand made its way to lay on Yoongi’s fat thigh; groping it lightly, getting silent moans from its owner.
Even though they were in the farest corner of the place, people were still around; some becoming aware of the couple once the main dishes started to arrive. But that didn’t stop the younger from stepping into Yoongi’s personal bubble. He even dared to think, people’s stares were turning Jimin on even more. The older’s breath hitched as he felt a pair of full lips brushing against his ear.
“They are all staring at you, acting like a pig. They’ll probably notice when I make one of your buttons pop.” It sent shivers down his spin. But never getting time to respond as the food keep getting slowly shoved into his mouth. So focused on the tightness not only on his stomach but in his clothes as well; he didn’t even notice the desserts arrived until he felt the sweet flavor of a chocolate cake. His breathing heavily he looked down at himself, feeling his double chin in the way and couldn’t help a blush rushing into his ears. He was massive, fullness under already many layers of fat, between every button of his shirt couldn’t extend and revealed little patches of skin; in the tightest places, flesh even poked out. Feeling pretty full already, his hands slide down and placed them on his own stomach. It wasn’t unbearable, but Yoongi doubted his clothes would make it through dessert.
Jimin exhaled loudly as he brought a milkshake up to his mouth, completely focused on the older’s face. When suddenly, three loud pops were heard. Both of them stopping what they were doing to stare at each other, eyes wide; both of them scared to look down. The entire room had gone silent, clearly the rest of the customers aware of the situation. Slowly both of them looked down to find not only two buttons of his shirt but also Yoongi’s belly extended and splayed across his lap.
Yoongi was still staring in awe at himself when he heard Jimin. “Can we get the rest of it to go?”