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“Everyone, I’m so so happy we’re all here together!”
Jungkook smiled into the camera, but his fingers tapped his knees impatiently under the desk where they couldn’t see.
The scent of the hot food had been filling his nose and muddling his mind for what felt like torturous forever.
“As you guys know,” he said shyly, “I’m really really hungry tonight. I’ve been looking forward to this all week, and I can’t wait.”
People praised him for being able to hold out for so long, making his cheeks feel a little bit flushed.
Especially since they all knew how many times he had posted about being so hungry.
“I’ve learned my lesson,” he put his hands up in surrender, “I will never ever skip one of our dinner dates again.”
His fans gushed in the chat about how he was so sweet, and cute, and that he should just start so he didn’t have to wait any longer.
“I gotta give people a few minutes to get here,” he gave them a sad smile, “even though I’m starving.”
People cried in the chat for him, but donations were already coming in.
He smiled and tried to be engaged, but impatiently waited three more minutes, biting his lip and bouncing his knee.
His eyes caught more and more messages telling him that he shouldn’t wait, that they didn’t want him to be hungry, that they could see how badly he needed to eat.
He occupied himself with checking over all the equipment again, before his eyes flicked back to the stack of boxes.
If he didn’t shove food into his mouth right now he was going to die.
Okay, maybe a little dramatic.
If he didn’t shove food into his mouth right now his stomach was going to murder him.
That was much more truthful.
“Guys,” he gave them a bashful smile and confessed, “I’m sorry, I’ve got to start. I’ve just got to. I can’t wait any longer.”
The chat blew up with reassurances, people telling him it was okay, that he needed to eat, and little hearts and celebratory confettis.
He pulled the boxes into view, opening them, and his mouth flooded with saliva.
He swallowed hard, wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve to keep from drooling, and absentmindedly noticed a lot of people saying, omg cute.
“We got some requests last time,” his eyes were fixed on the boxes, fresh waves of delicious smells filling his nose.
He had to force himself to tear his gaze away and look back at the camera.
“Some people wanted my shirt off so they could see more tummy time,” he giggled, and pulled the oversized long sleeve off his head, folding it over the chair like he always did.
At that moment, his stomach growled, impatient, and he felt his cheeks heat up as people sent him more and more hearts, messages, and donations.
He gave another shy smile.
“I have a personal goal tonight, but I don’t want to spoil it. So if we meet it,” he patted his stomach meaningfully, “I’ll tell you guys, and then we can celebrate, maybe with some extra dessert.”
He sat down, and scooted forward, not wanting to wait a minute longer, and grabbed his chopsticks.
He ran his tongue over his lip, staring at the contents of the first box, needing to swallow again because his mouth kept watering.
He really needed to get his shit together. It was just food.
Who was he kidding? It was food.
“I’m going to need to pace myself,” he nibbled on his lip, enamored by the delicious smells, “otherwise I think I’ll explode.”
He gingerly picked up the container, and found that his hands were shaking.
“Sorry.”
He gave another shy smile, took a deep breath and tried to still his hands.
He grabbed a pile of noodles with his chopsticks, and carefully brought the bite to his mouth.
Flavor exploded across his tongue… and his will snapped.
He shoved in a second bite and a third, groaning.
“Oh fuck. Fuck. This is so good.”
He tried to force himself to slow down, he needed to.
His stomach gave a final, empty growl of satisfaction as it accepted the first bites of noodles.
Eating at what he thought was only a slightly faster than acceptable pace, he shoveled the entire contents of the first box into him.
“Oh fuck,” he swore again. “Guys, I’m so hungry. Fuck this is so good.”
He picked up the second box, and quickly tore into it, falling back in his seat with bliss as he drowned in the creamy flavor, continually keeping his mouth full.
He had to open his eyes when he found that the box was empty, and exchanged it for the third, letting his eyes flutter again in ecstasy as he lost himself in a new symphony of flavors.
All too quickly, he finished.
A whine escaped him as he had to exchange the empty box for a full one, before he could keep eating.
The chat kept going, but he wasn’t paying it any attention now whatsoever.
All he could think about was the food.
The most amazing food he’d ever tasted in his life, and the beginnings of comfortable heavy warmth in his stomach.
“Ah,” he groaned in between bites, “I love this feeling.”
He continued to eat with one hand, while he brought the other to his stomach, feeling the gradual expansion with every mouthful.
Finishing the fourth remarkably fast, he shoved it to the side and tucked into the fifth, swallowing as much as he could, and groaning as he felt his stomach push into his hand, a little bit more every minute.
“Hn-” he rubbed his growing stomach as he kept eating.
“Feels so good. Getting full you guys. Can you see it?”
He showed them how his stomach was beginning to bulge, and even though he wasn’t actively eating, he could still feel it expanding, like it was trying to catch up with everything he was pumping into himself.
His eyelids fluttered again and he moaned, bringing both of his hands to feel his stomach slowly keep swelling.
Nothing compared to this.
Once it slowed from his body catching up with him, he picked his chopsticks right back up and ate with renewed vigor.
Keeping a hand gently petting his middle, he made tiny circles with his palm flush and fingers splayed wide as he was able to pack in the fifth box, and got to work on the sixth.
He knew six was his stage limit.
But the heaviness in his growing tummy was so so wonderful, and he didn’t feel any aching yet, didn’t feel sick at all.
“I can do more,” he mumbled to himself, chowing through the sixth and opening the seventh.
“I know I can do more,” he told his fans, “Kookie’s tummy isn’t full yet. Bunny is still hungry.”
He’d never heard the ding of his reminder that always brought him out of his reverie, and he wondered if he’d just missed it, or if he was eating so fast that it hadn’t hit the time yet.
Wanting his stomach to stretch and fill his hand more, he brought large helpings of a thick rice dish past his lips again and again.
Tipping back the box to get every last grain, he didn’t even question when he flipped open the eighth box he’d ordered.
His stomach was so comfortably full, making him feel so happy, and without thinking, he patted his stomach and said to it while admiring how round it was.
“Not so angry now, are you, huh? Silent as the grave now that I’ve fattened you up. You shouldn’t give me such a hard time. You know I hate being hungry. Much rather be full, so full and so happy. You filled up quite nicely, didn’t you?”
He patted his stomach again, giggling, but then realized he’d just talked to his stomach like he did in private, on camera, for over 50,000 people.
His cheeks bloomed red, and he brought another huge bite to cover his embarrassment.
Enjoying how the heaviness was starting to settle and fill out, making him feel like he’d swallowed a bowling ball that was slowly melting inside of him, he involuntarily moaned at how well he filled his hands that were gently holding his stomach.
Reaching back forward, wanting to keep eating and hoping his stomach would swell up in his hands just a little bit more, he closed his eyes again and enjoyed every swallow.
He knew it was making its way down to settle and fill him up, and hopefully, make his tummy expand more.
It was the best feeling ever.
He pulled the extra box he had impulse-purchased that was hiding behind the camera and dragged it to himself.
Flipping it open, he didn’t hesitate to bring every last savory bite to his mouth.
Once he finished scraping the bottom for any stray noodles, he realized that he’d finished everything he’d purchased for this way faster than he should have.
Shyly relaying this information to the camera, he could only sit back and wait, now that he’d finished all of the dinner food.
But his mind was caught on knowing that he had purchased some dessert.
He didn’t usually like dessert after the Mukbang, but, well, this wasn’t after.
This was still during the Mukbang, right?
He knew he overdid it. He’d eaten way too fast for his body to realize how much he was packing inside of himself, but he didn’t care.
He didn’t care one bit, and instead reveled in the heavy weight.
There was nothing wrong with celebrating how well he had done.
All of that glorious food had filled him up completely, and he deserved to enjoy the warm contentment and deep satisfaction he got from filling up this much.
His head lolled back, his little moans of satisfaction slipping out as he gently rubbed over his swollen stomach.
“Mmmm,” he hummed happily to himself, dazed and feeling thoroughly sedated.
“That was so yummy. I feel so full now. So nice and filled up, like I should be.”
He forced open his heavy eyes, remembering where he was, and wanting to be alone, so he could happily feel his stomach in the comfort of his own bed.
He wanted to be alone to caress it and whisper how it had done such a good job, filled up so so well for him.
He’d filled up well.
He’d done such a good job, and he was incredibly proud.
But he wasn’t alone.
He had to address everyone at home watching. Then he could be by himself.
“I’ve been completely neglecting you guys,” he apologized, scooting the chair forward to read the chat.
He kept his soothing hands reverently holding one of the biggest bellies he had ever made for himself, letting the pleasurable warmth lap through him.
“Hmmm, I hope you guys liked it,” he smiled happily at all of the comments of praise.
“I sure did. I feel amazing, Kookie filled up so well. I’m so proud of how well I did you guys.”
He emphasized by spreading his fingers and petting his bloated middle, packed full of food.
Tons of comments read how much they loved it.
“Oh, you all like it too, that makes me so happy!” he blushed and read the chats coming in.
“Awh, you all think I did a good job? Thank you, you’re all so sweet. I was so hungry, but now I’m so happy. I feel amazing.”
He pouted, confessing, “but I wish I had someone to give me belly rubs. Don’t you wish you could too? I feel so good in my hands you guys.”
He smiled, knowing he was teasing them, “so fat and happy. I wish you could feel it too.”
The people went wild, and he enjoyed reading all the praise they poured over him, making his chest tingle happily and his cheeks pink.
Deciding he wanted the damn dessert, he reached behind the camera, put one slice of cake aside on the lid, and pulled the rich and creamy slice of cheesecake in front of him, into the camera’s view.
“I usually wait until after a nap,” he fumbled for his chopsticks, “but I want this, and…” he pouted.
“I didn’t meet my personal goal yet.”
He started eating the creamy bites, moaning at how delicious and rich the cake was as he could still feel his stomach try to accomodate for all of the food he’d eaten so fast.
It was just now beginning to feel uncomfortable, showing him how quickly he really had eaten, since he usually got uncomfortably full around box five or six… and he’d eaten nine.
Whoops.
However, it didn’t stop him from bringing more bites of the rich cheesecake to his lips and he imagined his tummy groaning from receiving even more food when it was desperately trying to keep up.
For the first time, he registered how freaking tight his pants were, cutting into his waist.
He wasn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed before now. It was in no way a comfortable feeling, and the only conclusion he could come up with, is that, just like Jimin said, he’d fallen deep into ‘food-lust.’
“You wanna know why I buy cheesecake?” He asked the camera, while trying to soothe the beginnings of his stomach registering too much. Way too much.
“Well, one, it’s really fucking delicious.”
He giggled, the action making him feel just how tight his pants were.
“Two, I love it.”
He brought the last bite to his mouth.
“-and three, it’s really really fattening. Like seriously filling.”
He enjoyed the last bite of the dessert as he noticed tons of donations coming in, and the chat telling him he looked so good.
Sitting back and relaxing in his chair, he reverently stroked his prized stomach, and took a big deep breath of happiness.
He felt a pop at his waist, like a thread snapping.
Oh!
He moved to sit up, gauging how much the fabric was straining under his new limit.
The action made more of his stomach push forward, and a loud snap made him grin, looking down, as his waistband widened considerably, and was no longer cutting into his middle.
The chat was going fucking crazy. He’d just broke a button. Popped his pants.
“Everyone,” he grinned huge, and giggled into his hand.
“We just met my personal goal.”
Even more messages, hearts, and donations overwhelmed him, the chat going so fast that it was jumping in messages by the hundreds rather than sliding past each one.
“Oh wow,” he smiled giddily, “I’m so happy you’re all happy too. It’s important to set goals, and work hard to meet them.”
He reached, albeit was a struggle, and pulled the second piece of cake out of its hiding place into the camera’s view.
“I promised you guys,” he pulled off a chunk with his chopsticks and fed it to himself, “promised that if we met my goal and broke my button, pop my pants to make some more room, we’d have a little more dessert together.”
He took a few more bites, but that was truly all he could manage.
“I’m so full.” He whined, rubbing his obscenely bloated belly.
“I love you all, but I’m going to have to call it a night, everyone. I don’t think I can stand up, I feel like I’m going to burst.”
He whined, his heavy stomach pushing him into his seat and he thought that it might not be such a bad idea to just sleep in his chair.
“I bet…” he couldn’t help it, and he had to tease them some more, “that tomorrow, after bunny gets a good long night of sleep, my tummy will still be so full, and look so good, that I’ll share a picture with my friends.”
He gave his rounded middle a firm pat, “and if it doesn’t still look big and full, then I’ll be seriously impressed by my digestive skills… and I’ll still share a photo anyways.”
People loved his promise, and he said a few more winded goodbyes before stopping the live.
Oh god, he was so fucking stuffed.
His tummy felt stretched tight, borderline hurting, but it also felt so wonderful.
Rocking forward to sit up, he just wanted to crawl into his squishy bed.
He would check the statistics of his livestream and clean up the boxes tomorrow.
Laying back, he giggled at how heavy he felt, the action causing even more strain on his swollen and stretched stomach.
He wanted to kick off his sweatpants, but after a second, moaned in frustration.
The damn tight pants.
The ones that had popped open because he was so full, but still. Now he had to deal with them.
He had to go onto his side, because sitting up simply sounded like too damn much work.
After minutes of struggling, he was able to shimmy his cursedly tight pants off his butt and thighs, and had one hell of a time reaching around his fat stomach to get them off his knees and ankles, because he couldn’t bend without his thighs pressing into his hugely distended middle.
He knew if he cared about his well being, he should probably go try to get some of the food up in the toilet, but the thought made him angry, because he had worked so hard to fill himself this full.
Lying comfortably on his side, he ran his hands up and down, and side to side over the shape he couldn’t quite believe that his body was making.
Tingles of overjoy and pleasure erupted low in his belly, and down the back of his spine that he’d been able to fill himself this full, and stretch this big.
Giving in before he fell asleep, he did one of his favorite things, gently petting himself for all of his hard work, circling the opening of his belly button softly with the tip of his finger, and praising his tummy for doing so well.
He whispered into the peacefully quiet room that he was proud, and once again, that his stomach had done such a good job for him.
No, scratch that.
That he had done such a good job for himself.
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By the time Jimin made it to his room to check if he was okay, Jungkook was already fast asleep.
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