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“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Everyone in the changing room turns around to see who Jimin has just snapped at.
He’s yanking the curling iron out of the makeup artist’s hand, not caring when she yelps as it burns her.
“Stupid fucking slut,” he mutters, leaning over to the mirror to curl his hair himself. “Can’t do shit, these whores. I bet they all slept their way here.”
“Jimin!” Namjoon gasps as the makeup artist’s eyes full with tears and she walks out. “Why would you say that?”
“It’s true, hyung. Stupid bitches are only good for getting fucked.”
When Jimin wakes up, something feels off. For one, there’s a frustrating, hot sensation between his legs that seems to be expanding into his stomach over and over. His body is also being rocked back and forth on the sheets, chafing his front. He feels himself groan at the feeling, squeezing his thighs together as his sleep-addled hand reaches down between his legs.
Something there feels strange. Normally he wouldn’t be feeling the sheets drag against his front that low between his legs, because that area would be covered by his dick—
Jimin’s eyes snap open as he pushes himself up on his elbows, but theres a weight above him that makes it difficult. For some strange reason, a bunch of long hair keeps tickling his back and drops down onto his eyes when he looks down. The sight that greets him between his legs utterly throws him for a loop. For a second, he thinks someone had put a laptop with some porn close-up playing, because there’s no way that could really be his body. That fat, slick pussy swallowing a large cock over and over, heavy balls slapping the sensitive folds each time.
Slowly, he touches the skin there, two fingers prodding at the smooth pinkness with a gentle sprinkling of dark hair. “W-what—“
“Fuck, baby,” the person fucking into him groans, and it sounds like Namjoon.
Jimin cries out as the thrusts into him grow frantic, and that’s when everything seems to crash down on him—someone is fucking him—raping him—in his sleep.
“N-no—“ He tries to crawl away, but that same person grabs a fistful of that long hair and jerks him up until his back arches. “Ah!” Jimin cries out at the pain yanking at his head, arching into that grip.
He can feel that cock stretching him to the brim, the sensation so foreign, it feels as though it’s splitting him open. His cunt. It’s splitting his cunt open. “Ahhhh!” he moans, unable to stop the shudders of pleasure that engulf his body every time a spot inside him is stroked. “P-please!”
“Please, what, babygirl?” That’s definitely Namjoon, his entire body seeming twice Jimin’s size as he continues to hold him tight by the waist and pounding into him.
This can’t be happening, it can’t be.
“Hmm?” A wet mouth latches onto Jimin’s neck, sucking marks as his insides attempt to squeeze around that girth, horrifying slick sounds filling the room over and over that make his brain mush and send electric currents through the dune between his legs.
Jimin tries to tell him to stop, but all he can do is open his mouth and moan as that thick appendage makes him convulse. His eyes roll back, and he’s shuddering so hard, his long hair is whipping around him.
Namjoon’s huge hands press into his ribs so tightly they’ll surely leave bruises, and then they move upwards to cup the fat Jimin is horrified to notice at his chest, the supple breasts bouncing with each thrust. “N-no—“
“No? But you’re squeezing around me so tight, baby. Such a fucking slut, pussy dripping around my cock. Look.”
Jimin tries to fight it, but Namjoon catches his hand and brings his fingers down to where they’re joined at Jimin’s split-open pussy, making him feel just how wet it is.
“Dumb slut. Only good for getting fucked.”
“No,” Jimin whispers in horror, as his cunt gives a last clench around Namjoon’s cock before his vision goes white and he thinks he screams with the power of the orgasm that washes over him. His body is convulsing, and Namjoon’s thrusts only get faster, rocking his entire limp body as his pussy squirts and wets the sheets.
“There’s my girl.”
“N-no…”
“Squirted for oppa, hmm?” His big, rough fingers are now prodding and rubbing at a spot above the hole where they’re joined—the clit, he gathers, because it’s so sensitive, he keeps jerking every time Namjoon presses into it.
Only when he feels Namjoon’s cock twitch inside him with oncoming orgasm, does it click for Jimin. He has a cunt, breasts—that means he likely has a womb, too!
“No! Please, no!” He tries his best to push Namjoon away, but it’s no use. His hyung easily restrains him with his size double the side of Jimin. “Not…not inside, ah, hyung…”
“Hmm? What’d you just call me, you dumb slut?”
“Please—“
“It’s daddy to you, okay? Repeat that.”
Jimin doesn’t open his mouth, so he yanks his chin up to him, nails digging into his cheeks until he’s tearing up. “Daddy! Daddy!”
“You’re gonna make me a daddy,” he grunts, cock spreading his slick cunt. “Gonna knock you up until those tits are leaking with milk.”
“N-no…”
It doesn’t stop Namjoon from using him like a sex doll, fucking into him until hot cum is filling Jimin up to the brim and he can only lay there, drooling like a dumb bitch and taking it until his belly bulges, mouth opening and closing like a fish.
Eyes rolling back, Jimin presses a hand to his full stomach. Namjoon came so much…
Jimin can only lie there as his hyung pulls out with a slap to his ass, filled to the brim and unable to think clearly.
Images of himself, belly round and full, tits leaking, has his cunt twitch weakly, making a bit of cum drool out of it onto the bedsheets.
“The guys are waiting for breakfast, so hurry your bitch ass up,” he says before leaving.
Jimin is panting, long hair damp in his face. What the fuck is happening?
Good girl. He has tits and a cunt. His hyung just raped him. He just squirted for his hyung, his rapist.
When he goes to pull himself up, still trembling, the cum sloshes inside him and pours out onto his ankles, hot and white and thick. The sight makes him shiver, his swollen, used cunt winking around the emptiness. He doesn’t want to think about it.
It must be a bad dream, he decides. Of course, how could he not realize? This is far too wild to be real. He almost laughs with relief. Yes, he’ll wake up and this will all be over, and he will never utter a word of it to anyone, that he’d dreamed of having a cunt and his hyung filling it up, and squirting from it.
But, when Jimin showering, washing his body, touching his new pussy, it feels all too real. The pussy lips are sensitive and throbbing, redder at parts. He tentatively touches a finger to those flabs—he’s only ever really seen pussies in porn—and hisses as he peels the lips back. More cum washes down his thighs, and his hole flutters.
He looks in the mirror. He’s even smaller than he had been before, his face is pretty much the same, though now framed by long, straight black hair, and his chest… He massages the tender nubs perched on top of soft, supple breasts, whimpering when he finds a burgundy mark on one. Had that been Namjoon, too? He shivers at the thought that others might have given him the same treatment, thighs clenching.
Disoriented as he is, he can’t deny that he looks pretty. Prettier than all those bitches from girl group agencies, he thinks. And certainly prettier than any of those useless staff.
He gives his pussy a last look, lifting the lips up and nearly yelping when it reveals a pink, pearl-like shape underneath. A clit.
Jimin withdraws his hands and covers his eyes, wanting to cry. Wanting something inside him again.
The pressure in his bladder is getting more insistent, and he realized with a start he’ll have to sit to pee. He doesn’t get the chance, because the bathroom door pushes open. He attempts to cover himself, but the person is already inside.
“What’s taking you so long, you little slut? We’re waiting.”
Despite his cruel words, Jimin nearly jumps to hug his best friend. He doesn’t need to make that move, because Tae is already yanking him close to palm at his pussy, unknowingly pressing at his bladder in the process and sending a jolt through Jimin’s body.
“Wh—Tae!”
“Fuck, hyung always stretches you out so much in the morning.” Taehyung lets out a small laugh. “Think he’s really trying to knock you up, doing that every morning. But what are the chances it’s gonna be him out of all of us?”
Jimin hits him on the shoulder, trying to squirm away from the hand incessantly rubbing at his wettening cunt. “Tae, can you listen to me? Please, I—I’m not a girl—ah!”
“You sure moan like one,” Taehyung sneers, plunging his finger in and out of Jimin’s pussy.
Jimin’s knees nearly buckle, that hand the only thing keeping him upright as he braces himself on Tae’s shoulders, legs shaking. The pressure in his bladder is getting sharper, more insistent. “P-please, don’t—“
“Can’t even pretend to not like it.”
“Ah! Tae, I—I have to pee—“
He pauses his ministrations, then sneers. “Stupid slut can’t even piss on her own.” Jimin startles when he practically manhandles him to stand over the toilet, legs spread around.
Jimin makes a sound of humiliation.
“Come on, babygirl,” Tae coos, rubbing at his clit soothingly. “Pee.”
“S—stop,” Jimin utters, his voice strained with the attempts to hold back. He can’t pee like this, there’s no way.
Tae is rubbing his pussy with a mission now, Jimin’s pussy slick and dripping as he spreads the wetmess with his hands.
Jimin moans, head falling back against Tae’s shoulder. “Ah!”
“Almost there? Can’t believe I have to help you with this.”
He presses on his stomach and Jimin can’t hold back anymore, piss spraying into the toilet as he babbles something incoherent, Tae’s hand continuing to rub his clit until he comes, shaking in his hold.
Finally, Jimin sighs, body calm and satiated.
“You’re so late today, Jimin-ah,” Tae croons into his ear. “I have to punish you, babygirl.”
That brings him out of his blissed-out state. “No—‘m not—“
Tae slaps his ass so hard Jimin cries out, the sting still fresh on his reddening skin when Tae bends him over the bathtub.
“Gonna spank you, baby. You’re gonna have to sit on my lap after this, ‘cuz the chairs will be too hard for your sensitive ass.”
He really means it. Tae holds him down and makes him count each strike against his ass, and just as Jimin is gasping thinking it’s over, he turns him around and lands a slap on his pussy as well.
That makes him scream and thrash, but Tae holds him down by the stomach and continues his torture. “No—not there! Ah!”
“Come on, you know you like it. Clenching and leaking on my hand like this.” He brings his palm up to Jimin’s face and it is indeed wet. “Lick it up, baby. You taste amazing, I promise.”
Humiliated, but wanting this to end, Jimin obeys, flicking his tongue all over Tae’s palm until he seems satisfied. He wasn’t lying. Jimin does taste amazing.
Tae finishes him off by rubbing his clit so furiously it must be swollen double its size by the time Jimin squirts all over himself for the second time that morning, vision blurring and body slumping over the bathtub.
“There.” Tae gives his pussy a last little pat that makes him jump in overstimulation and pulls him up.
Jimin can’t walk straight, his swollen pussy too sensitive when his thighs rubs against it. He yelps when Tae slaps him on the butt to usher him forward, pussy clenching at the memory of the pain, still throbbing between his legs.
“Finally,” Hobi says from the kitchen, where they’re all gathered making coffee and breakfast. “We’re gonna be late for rehearsal.”
“Guys, please listen,” Jimin tries to say, but Tae backs him into the table until his back is flat against it, pelvis hanging off the edge, his body entirely naked for their feasting eyes.
“Breakfast is here,” Tae says with a sick grin, and Hobi and Jungkook approach. To Jimin’s horror, they don’t hesitate to bend over him and put their mouths to his spread cunt, tongues fighting for their way in, not seeming to care when their mouths collide with each other.
Jimin screams in pleasure-pain as Hobi’s unforgiving tongue flicks over and over on his clit, continuing his assault on that same spot. He even uses his fingers to lift the hood, making his sensitive bud stand out for his torture. Jimin’s tongue lolls out, legs thrashing, and Yoongi and Jin come up to hold them open for Jungkook’s tongue to slurp up the slick gushing out of his hole. The maknae’s shiny eyes find him across the table, nose buried in Jimin’s pussy, and that sight is absolutely devastating.
“I—I’m gonna—ahhhhh!” Squirt gushes around Jungkook’s and Hobi’s mouths and they lap it up like eager pups as he thrashes.
He lays limp. He doesn’t think he can handle any more, but then Tae pats Jungkook on the back and says, “Nice job, made noona cum so much.”
The magnae slightly blushes, and Jimin somehow still finds that endearing. He can see his enormous girth stretching his shorts, and Tae seems to notice, too.
“Go on, get your reward.”
Jimin doesn’t have to guess what he means as Jungkook pulls down his shorts and buries his dick inside him, doe-eyed expression twisting in pleasure. “Noona…” he moans, and Jimin lets him use him, thrusts frantic as he chases his pleasure like an eager pup.
“Oh—“ Jimin moans, pussy clenching around the big cock. He secretly has always wondered what the maknae would feel like inside him, but he never would have imagined it would be like this.
Jungkook comes quickly, and he can tell he’s embarrassed about it, but he doesn’t have time to reassure him before Taehyung is spreading his legs wider and finding his asshole with his fingers.
“Wait! N-no—“
Tae first plunges a finger into Jimin’s loose, cum-filled cunt and then uses the same one to split his tight ass open. “Those idiots make you too loose, I’m not fucking that slutty cunt. Good thing Hobi stretched you here last night.”
Taehyung fucks into his ass and the feeling is so intense, Jimin is left gasping for air, unable to fit a thought into his head.
Hobi pushes Tae aside to also bury his cock inside Jimin’s cunt, and Jimin’s vision swims with all the sensations being torn out of him as they thrust into him over and over, his pussy leaking rivulets down his legs.
Yoongi and Jin begin to suckle on his nipples, and Namjoon walks over to fuck his mouth, the salty skin of his huge cock startling on Jimin’s tongue. He has no choice but to take it down his throat, trying not to gag as those massive balls hit his nose, the musky scent all around him. From around a blurry haze, he feels another blunt tip press against his opening, and his eyes snap open to see Yoongi also about to bury his cock into his cunt alongside Hobi.
He tries to protest around the cock fucking his throat, but the vibrations seem to send Namjoon into the height of pleasure and he speeds up, choking him.
They fuck him with no regard to how his body is thrown around between them, his tits bouncing as he’s tugged from one end of the table to the other. His ass is being ruined, his cunt split open on two cocks at once, and Jimin can’t thinking about anything but how good it feels.
Namjoon finally cums, and the burst of fluid spills all around Jimin’s mouth. He just barely manages to keep it from coming up his nose, swallowing all the precious fluid he can. Namjoon finally pulls out, leaving him reeling and lightheaded.
“Whore made a fucking mess,” he hears him say through a haze of pleasure that’s growing in his cunt, and then his hair is yanked, head moved around to mop up what he presumes to be the cum and saliva marring the table. Jimin doesn’t even protest, letting his long hair become a gross, sticky clump. “Should know how to suck cock by now.”
Jimin’s fighting to keep his eyes open, thinking that Namjoon is right—he should know how to suck cock. His body has given up, taking the pleasure and pain and anything they’ll give him.
Two cocks split open his pussy, another his ass, while his throat was just ruined too. Someone finally spills into his cunt, the burst of heat filling Jimin’s tummy to a bulge. It looks so pretty so full, Jimin moans at the sight of it, pussy squelching around the intrusion.
He whines when that person pulls out, begging for more, more, more.
His ass is filled up next, the sensation foreign and satisfying. His pussy gives a final clench around whoever’s cock that is left, and he cums with a weak spurt of slick. Something warm trails down his thighs and he realizes when Tae laughs that he’s pissing himself again, all over the floor.
“Fucking slut can’t even hold it.”
Someone—Jin, he thinks, cums on his tits, massaging them with the fluid.
He moans softly as the cock is pulled out of him with a wet squelch. A final slap is landed on his cunt, making him jump and cum gush out of it onto the table.
“If everyone’s had a turn, we’ve gotta go,” Namjoon says.
Then he’s yanked off the table, against his weak protests, shoved into some loose sweatshirt and tiny shorts that immediately get stained with the cum dripping out of his loose cunt and gaping asshole, and they’re off in the car.
He’s sitting in Namjoon’s lap, those big hands stroking his waist, crotch moving against Jimin’s each time the car jostles. Taehyung holds his face to devour his mouth, wet tongue merciless to Jimin’s breathless whimpers.
“Don’t get carried away. We’re almost there,” Yoongi says.
Tae smirks against Jimin’s mouth. “You’re just jealous.”
“Oh, shut up—“
“Guys.”
The vibration of the car is making heat grow between Jimin’s legs, and it doesn’t help when Namjoon reaches to play with his cunt over his shorts. “Needy girl,” he says as Jimin pushes his pelvis into his hand.
“Hyung…”
“What was that?” he says, laughing.
“O-oppa.”
“That’s daddy to you, babygirl,” he says with a kiss to his neck, and Jimin remembers his promise with a shiver, feeling himself grow hot. Gonna knock you up.
When Jimin stumbles into the studio after them, it’s no surprise they don’t expect him to dance with them. There’s an emptiness that’s becoming more prominent in his loose cunt, and he wishes he didn’t make it so obvious, because Tae gives him a sadistic grin and plunges a bullet vibrator deep inside his wet cunt, pulling the shorts back up until the wet fabric molds into each fold of his pussy like he’s expecting him to go about his day like that.
They leave him to squirm in the corner, humping back into the vibrator lodged inside him on the highest setting, his cunt ablaze. “Please, please—“ he cries out, but they ignore him. “Please, I need—“
“Fuck, they brought the bitch today.”
“Love it when they bring her.”
When he looks up from where he’s on all fours, someone pushes his hair out of his face. They’re company security guards, and they’re already pulling their cocks out of their uniforms. “Come on, babygirl. Let me fuck your mouth.”
Jimin obeys, opening wide to suck on the cock in front of him. He moans at the taste, the smell. He loves it.
The other is moving to his pussy, sticking his thick fingers inside to take the vibrator out and laughing when a puddle of slick and cum gushes out onto the floor.
“This slut…what’s her name again?”
“Jimin or something. Doesn’t matter. Bitches like this are only good for getting fucked.”
Jimin moans as the guard behind him thrusts inside his sloppy hole, stretching him out. Yes, this is what he’s made for. Cumming on thick, smelly cocks.
When the others finally come to him, he’s lying in a puddle of cum and piss, shorts ripped to reveal his fat, cream-filled cunt, and eyes crossed with pleasure as he mumbles to himself. “So good, cock so good, more, more…rape me, oppa.”
Someone picks him up and tosses him over his shoulder. He gasps at the thrill as they land a slap to his ass and gets taken home and fucked to sleep.
He sighs in his dreams, hoping someone will use him then too. He can’t wait to wake up so he can dress up in pretty dresses and skirts for everyone, just so they can rip them open and fuck him, fill his pussy up.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Jimin’s mouth is wide open as he moans. The staff continue to pound him, two in his ass, one under him in his pussy. His round, heavy belly is making it difficult to do much, so he lets them fuck him. His tits spray milk everywhere, more men coming to suck it all up out of his nipples.
“The fucking cow tastes so good.”
“Our pretty breeding bitch.”
That was Jungkook’s voice, and Jimin smiles at him from his heavy-lidded expression.
They’d let the staff use him when they found Jimin desperately fucking a mic into his pussy, ruining it with his juices.
He lets out a squeal before squirting for the third time around the staff’s cock, hearing them all groan at how he clenches and collapses.
“Okay, that’s enough for you,” Namjoon says.
The staff begin to protest. “We didn’t even get to finish—“
“Finish on her, but pull out. The bitch is pregnant, she should get some rest.”
Jimin smiles at how thoughtful his daddy is, stroking his stretched-out belly. Ever since he got pregnant, his pussy has been even more needy, to the point he can only beg for cock until he’s satisfied, so the guys have taken to keeping him at home with at least one member all the time to make sure his needs are met.
They had bought him pretty panties and babydolls to wear around the house, even though they get ruined within a day.
Jimin loves his new life. This is what he was meant to be. A whore bitch for his members, having their babies and milking their cocks daily. He loves being useful.