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She felt.
Hormonal.
She'd done it. She'd performed perfectly, had fun with her members, smiled, danced, sung amazingly.
But the few hours they were in their hotel, undressing back to casual clothes and no make-up, sleeping a bit, then catching the plane back to Seoul - she was in pain and felt horny and it was like her whole body had gone haywire.
The relief she felt when getting of her clothes was astounding. A full-on binder wasn't needed, but to be sure no one except the evols who were actively looking for it would spot anything, she had worn a very snug bralette underneath her croptop, to flatten her chest to the place it had been months ago. Because her chest was growing. Why now, while she had been on her low dose estrogen for months, she didn't quite know. Maybe something to discuss with a doctor. But it was happening, and she immediately remembered why she hadn't been fully disappointed to hear the paperwork to let her go on a higher dose couldn't be fixed.
She was not ready to come out that explicitly, but her chest screamed for it. Her bust felt sore and achy and was red like it was aflame.
Suddenly two cold, pretty hands held her from behind. They were followed by a sharp chin pushing into her shoulder. "Eomma, are you okay?" their deeper voice asked, and she quickly nodded.
"I love performing, of course I am."
"As long as your health isn't a performance," they said back, and she turned around to look her fox in the eyes.
"I heard you throw up this morning, and when you hurried off right before we got our make-up done? We're not stupid."
"Stress. Busy. The album, the concerts…But I am doing okay."
"Maybe you should take a break too? We're all going home for a bit…"
"I'll see," she said, and flopped down on the bed. Or beds. But they liked thinking it was one bed after all the labour put in after pushing them together.
Soon Haru laid down next to her and leaned a bit over her. "You really were amazing though…So sexy. And I'd love to hear you sing weight in gold again…Those high notes…I wonder if I can make you sound higher."
"You were sexy too…And cute," she answered to get a reaction out of them, which worked perfectly; Haru leaned over her, hands palmed to the mattress and arms bend, flexing their biceps.
Wumuti felt herself get hard in an instant. "So, you want to make me moan higher than my whistlenotes? Then try, daddy…"
Their body tensed up even more when they frowned. "You can really tell you've been working out with Hyun more often… You look like a daddy," she pointed out.
The sparkle in Haru's eyes said how much they liked this compliment: the validation that they weren't a kid anymore, but an adult, worthy of being with Wumuti no matter what others said.
"Oh I wish I could make it so we'd be a real mommy and daddy…" they whispered to her ear, she giggled at the sexual nonsense that played into her hopeless breeding kink but she also noted how odd it made her feel. She could start crying, being awfully aware of this stupid biological impossibility. But she didn't. She kept carrying herself as the proud, strong leader she is, for five more seconds, to whisper: "That's the second challenge then."
She removed her sweatpants as well. She was cold, upperbody still uncovered and her legs equally exposed to the airco to fight the hot Thai air, but she knew she'd be warm again soon enough as Haru removed his bottoms and grabbed lube. All they'd do tomorrow was sit on a plane, she was used to doing so with a mildly sore ass.
When their fingers entered her as some pleasurable prep she immediately felt her body jolt in all directions. Her chest wasn't the only bodypart that had gotten sensitive lately. Her dick already was hard, untouched, all she needed was the mere thought of sex, and with just Haru's index and middle finger inside it was dancing around and sputtering cum.
"I…"
"Damn," they responded, looking at the spectacle wide-eyed.
"Can I just-," she didn't let them speak, "Please get inside."
They did, slipping inside with surprising ease and pushed one time, two times-
"Ooooh!" she shouted out, starting deep and grunty and then going up several octaves, almost squeaking. She gasped for air when her chest and belly got coated in her own cum and Haru was completely perplexed.
"You- I barely touched you."
"Doesn't matter," she reassured, "I can go for another round-I don't know what's up with me,"
Her breathing was heavy as she grabbed Haru's hand and brought it to her chest. "Play with my nipples," she commanded.
"Won't it hurt?"
"A bit, I don't care. Make me come again."
Hands attempting to massage her sore bust as they did, they thrusted again. Muti clenched around them due to the tension caused by the pain - which helped, the friction, the intensity, Haru themself never was one to take a long time and they felt themself nearing orgasm.
But before they did, Wumuti tightened up and clenched around them, milking them out with the way her body spasmed "-Fuck I -" she screamed
Her cock let a waterfall of milky liquid escape, it twitched and sputtered around the room dressing both idols in her sperm.
And then, the surge inside her, the beautiful wet surge inside her as her own orgasm had worked to get Haru over the edge. The fullness felt amazing, the awareness that their seed was, if her dreams would come true, cultivating life inside her…Nonsense, of course, but everytime they or anyone cummed within her the idea brought her joy…A lot of it, right now, with her cock that had barely softened after the last orgasm, got rockhard again and kept twitching, spitting out her liquid like a fountain.
Haru laid down on her, careful not to lean with any of their bony parts on her chest, and smiled.
"I was thinking we wouldn't sleep but…That was quick."
She looked at them fondly. "Yeah I…I guess I needed it?"
"Did you just come three times? Or two and a half? It was unclear?"
"Technicalities…I just…Oh my…Don't be surprised when I spend too much time in the toilets on the plane... Now get me a glass of water…Or the whole bottle…"
Haru chuckled at Wumuti's newfound hornyness. At this point Hyun would be the only one able to keep themself in check.
They fulfilled her request and just stared at the leader. She looked tired, very much so. Her chest was swollen - if this continued she'd have to wear binders if she didn't want to see a million "MUTI HAS BOOBS???" on the internet after a schedule, and she chugged down the whole bottle in one gulp. Then they brought her a warm, wet towel to clean her up without another trip to the shower, a cup of tea, and finally her softest t-shirt that she liked to bring with her on trips and laid the sweatpants she had lost earlier next to her, helping her to get it on.
"Thanks baby…For all you do…" she mumbled and promptly fell asleep.
It was a few days after the concert. They were home, would be practicing all week for the next album with a couple of meetings in between, and were generally keeping things on the downlow - posting videos made weeks ago throughout the week so fans wouldn't go into withdrawal, which was always funny to witness.
Everyone worked hard, and time passed. But there was one notable behaviour that nobody was able to ignore.
"Eomma? What was that noise? You didn't throw up again did you?"
"Am fine," she mumbled back, cleaned up and went back to her room, looking somewhat pale and sallow and hunching over.
Haru swore they could hear her say to herself "Album, think of the album," and wasn't pleased with that, then went onwards to their room.
Hyun was already in bed, reading after their evening workout while Haru grabbed their phone and started aimlessly scrolling, coming accross a tiktok trend that interested them but wasn't sure to propose to their noona's for Muti's sake. Maybe Rui could do it alone.
Their roomie was still reading. Haru sighed and put down the phone, then looked at the blonde and started speaking. "Something's wrong with Muti."
Hyun immediately looked at the maknae and with some hesitation put their book down. "You've seen it too?"
"Seen? Felt."
Hyun frowned and sat up. "I think she should get herself checked out, yeah. She's generally very good with her health but she seems to be apprehensive now."
Haru nodded in agreement. "I think something's off with the hormones she's been taking… And she's scared she will be told to stop them. She cares about health and safety, but she is stubborn enough to take risks when it comes to…Her being."
Hyun kept furrowing his brows. "How are you so sure it's that?" They almost asked, then remembered how Haru saw Muti fully naked a whole lot more often than they did… Then realized they missed her, but ever since she gave in to her feelings for Haru they'd been even more inseperable. Nonetheless Haru thought to clarify.
"The hormones are a very low dose. Highest she could get being a foreigner and all, but still very low and everything went at a snail's pace… But suddenly she has been getting boobs. They grow like grazy, they hurt and it really bothers her. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe it's a normal timeline that there's this sudden growth spurt. Also…She's so horny. If you're jealous of me, just wait until you're alone in a room with her. You won't know what happens to you."
Hyun chuckled at the mental image of Wumuti jumping Haru instead of vice versa.
"I hope it's just the hormones having a growth spurt and stress. I'll talk to her tomorrow... But now we should sleep. Practice in eight hours."
Hyun kept their promise and cornered Muti, pretending to wait for Rui, that morning. Despite being a cinnamon roll at heart, they know their stature could work to their advantage to make someone listen and after almost eight years of friendship Hyun knew how to handle Wumuti.
"Do you need help?" they asked, and Muti looked up at them with the biggest, hungriest eyes.
"I-" she grabbed their hips, and Hyun had to take a step back. "No - not that help, right now. Gosh, you smell, did you throw up again?"
She looked down and leaned against the wall. Hyun had immediate pity when seeing her slump and become even smaller.
"It's…Just stress. The concerts, the comeback…It might be a bit much? I shouldn't tell this to you yet, but…We've been asked for a festival in Bucharest in early august, by Kpopbykompas again, they're expecting an answer in two weeks, Jae-yong and the company want us to of course but…He looked at me weird as well, like you right now, and… Maybe we should take a proper break after next comeback, two to three weeks of nothing…" Hyun stood closer again and softly brushed her shoulder as consolation. "But I swear it's just stress. I just had my bloodwork done to check up on basic vitamins and common illnesses, nothing wrong, my hormone levels were to be expected with me taking hormones…It's just some tiredness and nausea."
"Just?"
She looked up at her Hyunnie with the stubbornness and bossyness they all knew from her. "Yes. Just. I admit I haven't been sleeping and eating the best. Maybe you could help me out with that instead of standing in my way."
Shook by the sudden moodswing Hyun let her go.
Just stress and overwhelm. Ok. They knew it happened sometimes, but Hyun figured that despite being the second-youngest, it was their time to drill scholarly discipline into everyone again. After dance practice where Muti did all right, albeit pausing a bit more than usual, they made her an eat-, sleep- and "go for a walk and get some fresh air"-schedule they would make her stay on for a while, until at least the Hong Kong concert and only interrupted by that weekend's fansigns. And it worked. She still threw up occasionally the next two days - just the hormones? - but Hyun did some research into foods that reduce nausea and after she had only eaten safe foods since wednesday evening, everybody noted how she had more color than the days before.
It was early evening now. All meals had been fine, with only some mild nausea that was so faint it could as well be imaginary. Hyun could be counted on to find the best health info and her meals had been rejuvenating her, even if a bit too repetitive.
Haru had sent the video they saw before to Rui, expecting her to try it on her own, but Rui saw how much Muti sparkled and showed it to her. "Haru found it, told us we'd look really sexy,"
Muti giggled and looked at her baby, scrolling on their phone in a corner of the room. "We would. I could use some distraction, let's do it."
The next fifteen minutes they practiced the sensual moves, and Haru smiled when they saw Rui and Wumuti practice the sensual moves, as exciting as it was to witness live.
"Are you two ready? Should I prop my phone down?"
"Wait a second - our tops."
Muti folded her tank into a croptop, emphasizing her tummy. The tight folds simuntaneously flattened her chest, as well as making it look like any volume was just the top's bulkyness. Rui followed her example. "Looks like we're wearing bras," she said with a smile and for a second Muti completely lighted up.
"Ok, right positions. Haru, you can film, put your phone down in that spot," she signed and the cameraguy had the widest smile ever.
Afterwards they showered and all put on cozy pyjamas, then lounged together on the couch for the rest of the evening. Muti wrangled herself from one position into another until she laid almost all the way on her side, her face laying on Hyun's thighs who softly stroked her hair and her feet being massaged by Haru.
Rui sat in the corner and was more focused on their phone than the movie they were watching, counting down to midnight to post the video, but looked up when Muti grunted and sighed and clutched her stomach.
Rui, Hyun and Haru looked at each other with the same acknowledgement of "Ok, she feels better, but not great." With the littlest of communication they promised each other to tell everything, not a detail of Wumuti's weird behaviour unnoticed. Hyun even seemed ready to start a diary on Wumuti's symptoms.
"Midnight!" Rui then shouted and posted the video on X, Haru did the same for tiktok, Hyun went to youtube and Wumuti sighed again and posted it on instagram.
Movie? Whatever. The video was popular and for the next hour they just kept laughing, cringing and shouting out about the reactions evols were having. No one suspected Haru had suggested it, and that Wumuti almost hadn't done it due to her health. When they finally went to bed Rui was still scrolling and cheesing at the reactions. The horny ones that evols thought they wouldn't see, the insane, and the "Are these girls or boys?" from lost doomscrollers that made her roll her eyes.
"Rui-sleep," she heard on her left.
"Rui-pls-Hyun's sleep schedule," it sounded again, and she finally put her phone down. But not to sleep.
"Muti?" their high-pitched voice asked. The response was another grunty sigh. "I just wanted to say- Please tell us when you feel bad, okay? You've had so much on your plate…"
Wumuti grunted again, but mildly moanier. Under the contours of the blanket Rui saw a darkshaded bump move where Muti's crotch should be. She figured out what was going on and the thought excited her as well, wanting to take action right away. Rui smoothly got out of bed, took the two small steps to Muti's, and carefully bowed down kissed her. "You've just been a horny ball of stress hu?" "Hmm" "Yeah, yeah…You know I know how that feels… Can I crawl under your blanket?"
Muti nodded and Rui did, their hand immediately migrating to Muti's pants. "Let me give you a handy…Or do you prefer a blowie?"
"Yes but… No deepthroat…Don't want you… Sound hoarse saturday…"
"Always thinking about the job, you," Rui teased and dived under the blanket, feeling down Muti's torso in the darkness to find the right bodypart. "Wow, you're so hard, and big… Kisses?"
Based on the chafing sound of her head against the pillow Muti nodded. Rui pulled Muti's pants down and gave Wumuti's jewel soft kisses, sucks and blows, taking the tip into her mouth but not further, while she started touching themself, until that became too overwhelming so she wrapped her bent legs around Muti's, softly grinding on her legs while taking her dick into her mouth.
"Does this calm you down a bit?" she asked in between, Muti's slowly released cum dripping from her mouth. "Yeah…Yeah."
"Good, good mama."
Muti had a slow, lengthy orgasm. Not reaching a sudden pinnacle, but enjoying it, while Rui swallowed her cum like milk. She pretty much ignored her own reaction, touching it only a bit and otherwise fixed by slowly humping Muti's legs, all focus on the whimpering leader. The peaceful release and stimulation Muti was experiencing made her breathing slower, steadier, then picking up speed suddenly, flooding Rui's lips and dirtying the mattress like a softly sprinkling fountain. Her breathing then became quieter until Rui felt how she was fully softened and Muti began to snore. "Good," she whispered to her girlfriend, swallowed the last bit of cum, grabbed her fleshlight and went to the bathroom to quickly calm herself down and then went to sleep.
Saturday morning. The day before Muti had felt…fine, not her best but fine. She didn't throw up at all and only felt minimally nauseous, the recipes Hyun found did wonders. She had gone to bed early because of the next day's fansign.
She had laid out her outfit the day before: a grey blazer with chains and small plushies attached to it, very fun, a washed black crewnecked slightly cropped t-shirt and bootcut jeans with a unique button closure that Rui had worn a couple months before. Evols always geeked out when they shared clothing and she had been looking forward to the reactions, however…
When she touched the fabric, a weird jolt went through her. It was denim, naturally quite rough, and Muti - all of them, honestly - having their sensitive moments is what made them wear joggers most of the time off-schedule and…Oof, did she miss those. She wanted to be buried in soft, fluffy fabrics, not denim, and their snugness…With her hormones having gone off the rail and the lingering nausea making her a bit bloated...
She took a decision and rummaged through her wardrobe looking for pants with a stretchy waistband and soft fabric, ending up with drapy, gathered satin joggers. She'd drown in fabric combined with the roomy blazer but didn't mind. It was the closest thing she could find in a pinch to being cozy and comfortable, but still dressy and looking okay with the blazer she absolutely wanted to wear. When she got out of the room Rui stared at her questionably, about to gesture "I thought you wanted to wear my jeans with the weird buttons?" but with Muti looking slightly pale again, swallowed those words as quickly as Muti would swallow her vomit five minutes later, hoping she would keep it in and not throw up in the car.
Everything was fine, as usual. Fancalls were all good, she could joke a bit with some longterm fans and hint at frustrating issues, it was perfect distraction. At the live event too. Muti got into the flow of it all - answering questions, laughing with fans, posing for pictures, a short performance. Once she was performing she got back in her groove and it was as if nothing was going on, as if her body didn't feel like it was betraying her.
Not that she wasn't tired. When Rui said something in faulty Korean that sounded like it shouldn't be told to fans, it was Haru's loud laughing making her aware of what was going on. But the "misunderstanding" got fixed and all was fine again.
To stay in the mood she filmed something with Hyun. A funny skit, with her in a extremely comfy seat, pretending to want to rest and annoyed by Hyun…Or was it pretending? Annoyed by Hyun was an act for sure, but as she melted into the squishy fake leather, a peace fell over her. She acted it all out, with Rui filming the two of them, then Rui left to command Haru to take some pictures of her, leaving Muti in the seat and Hyun putting the props back in their spot.
"Muti, are you gonna get out?" they asked, with almost just a grunt as an answer. "Idontwanna."
Hyun chuckled and detangled her arms from the weird compartments they were in, but Muti kept laying down as good as she could. "Muti-"
"Pick me up then," she said back in a nagging tone.
"You're almost as bratty as Rui right now."
Muti gave them a deathstare and Hyun obliged, Picking her up softly, with Muti's only movement being wrapping her legs around them, and holding onto the tall Hyun like a babykoala onto its mommy. Which she didn't feel like playing right now.
"You feel so warm…I love it. Can you carry me to the car?"
Hyun was perplexed by how Muti was acting and took a good look. She was a tad pale, they noticed for the first time that day with all the fansign rush that her make-up wasn't as perfect as usual - not that anyone would notice - and of course the comfier, slightly mismatched to the blazer pants she had on.
"I like the way you're staring at me. Can I kiss you?"
Hyun just frowned. "Muti, we have to go, the others are waiting I bet!… And aren't you tired?"
"Sorry…Hormones? I thought estro would lower my libido, guess not…"
Her sentences were half-swallowed but Hyun got the gist as she grinded on them a bit as she said it.
"It's been so long since just…Us. Sooo long…I like how I can't even force myself from underneath you, when I manage to get out your loudly bossy side…"
To say it had no effect was to lie. But Hyun was responsible, smart, and even though it was a sort of deal amongst the group that they all could do whatever amongst them, his consciousness wanted to check this by Rui. "Not now! You're tired."
"I am. Stupid body," she mumbled and let her feet slip onto the ground. A pitchy voice called them, so with Muti still dangling of his arm Hyun bellowed back "We're coming!" and they went on their way.
Once home they…Didn't do anything. Hyun was good in keeping themself reigned in and if anything, there was a still buzzed and giggling from the Korean language mishap Rui to distract them. Much to Muti's frustration, at first. But Hyun was right, she was tired.
As long as she was in the flow of work and ate right and slept well, things kept going better the days and weeks to come. Haru and Rui travelled home for a couple days, Hyun visited his family as well, and Wumuti got into a solid routine and flow. This helped her state of mind after the busy month since their return from Europe, and her body, which seemed to be settling a bit in its continuous state of feeling "off". Her lingering arousal subsided, her stomach still got upset but nothing to worry about as long as she kept to the diet, and she planned her days so she'd get a full eight hours of sleep no matter what.
One day had been trickier, when she had been pulled out of her routine and visited a good friend their debut. She got dizzy when she and Haru got home. Haru tried to support her but it went quick and she pulled them with her on the couch.
Haru quickly leaned in for a playful kiss, thinking it was her plan all along, but she shrugged it off, took her mealprepped dinner out of the fridge and ate listening to some music with noise cancelling headphones, showered, and went to sleep.
She had some bloodwork done - vitamins were fine, no illnesses, expected increase in female hormones she had a hard to acquire prescription for. Nothing that stood out as unexpected.
So their routine continued. Practice and prep for comeback, refreshment for long ignored covers for concerts, sleeping eight hours, eating healthy foods that also didn't trigger any nausea, which Muti started to get really tired of to the point she just didn't eat much beyond the scheduled meals at all. All she felt like eating was things that were on the "bad idea" list. Icecream, fried chicken, takeout, nasty specific vegetables that she didn't even dare to torture Haru with before but now craved.
The group was going to leave for Hong kong tomorrow…She looked forward to it, knowing the rush of a concert would break her routine while also keeping her energized.
She looked in the mirror after getting up and stared. Her oversized peach pyjama t-shirt with a cute bunnyprint on it was one of her favourites. It was childish, but extremely comfy and it made her smile. Perfect for how she was feeling lately.
Except that it didn't fit right. Sort of. She was convinced that in oversized stuff and wearing some sort of snug bralette that flattened everything, it wasn't obvious. But it was.
She carefully touched them, sore to the touch, still growing vividly. Softly pushed two fingers into her chest. It was squishy, there was some depth.
They were small. Still invisible in a thicker fabric.
But she had breasts. Breasts people could hold and squish if it wasn't so painful. Breasts that projected further than her chest and were firm and the bras she had been desperately ordering had some use.
Holding op her shirt she had noticed something else. So she migrated her hands down her torso, letting them lean on her hips and holding her buttcheeks and pinch into her thighs, which she could swear were softer and fuller than two months ago.
"Wow," Muti turned around to see Rui stare at her. "Girl, you're getting curves."
"I know!" Muti shouted back enthusiastically, a glimmer in her eyes. She didn't think about any consequences right now. "I look so…Womanly! Oh my! Am I still hot? Please tell me I am still hot."
"You're Wumuti."
"Yes I am! I'm Wumuti and I have hips and I look so pretty and I have boobs-"
It dawned on her.
"My outfit saturday. I can't wear a binder with my outfit."
"Well…You can free the titties, the fans will see sooner or later."
"An Uyghur trans girl in Hong Kong, as if it isn't dangerous enough already."
"We'll have bodyguards. And if you only wear your snug tops on stage…"
Muti shook her head. Turbulent emotions and fear had found its way inside her head and as some sort of visceral reaction to the sheer danger being a double minority would bring her, that damn nausea had shot back. Rui realized and immediately wrapped his arms around her. "It will be fine. The company figured it all out safety wise, we have all the right permits, we will have bodyguards, and only the fans will see your body well. And the fans love you. They won't judge, they will understand... They know. True fans know about us."
Muti held her mèimei tighter and felt Rui bury their nose in her blonde hair. "It'll be fine. The travelling, concerts, comeback…Fine"
She felt odd as it was usually the other way around. Rui feeling sad, her needing to calm her girlfriend down. But she needed this. She had needed the assurance so bad.
The hug seemed to take forever. They held each other tighter and tighter, warm breath intermingling and heartbeats sounding as one. Unable to let go from this pure comfort and closeness. Until Rui started deattaching ruiself after feeling her stomach yearn for breakfast.
"You're glowing, by the way. Saturday you will glow so bright that fans will just be mesmerized."
She was glowing. Nobody forgot to tell her. No evol, at least.
She had tried to take it easy that day because the day after, travel. Then practicing in the venue. Sleep, practice, benefits, concert.
At the concert itself, the fans just cheered - they performed, she felt sexy allbeit a tad weird. Her nipplepasties were putting in a lot of effort and she regretted not changing the outfit after all, to something with a bralette. But as the adrenalinerush of performing took over and saw the smiles and cheers, nothing mattered anymore. She just felt sexy
It was the aftermath she was scared of. Seeing pictures and videos of herself spread wide and far online by lovely evols, first being commented on by those.
"Oh my god she looks so ✨girl✨"
"Where is my strap!!"
"She is doing this for the lesbians~"
"He's such a diva"
And then the people who noticed.
"Is her top folding weird or does she almost have tits?"
"I was joking before but I think mama might be on E frfr"
"Anyone who still says she's cis rn will be blocked"
"Damn give that girl a bra"
"She looks gorgeouusss omg girl I am so proud of you!!! Muti if you read this ILY!!!"
And then it breached its evolville containment.
So then came the rest of it.
"What is this faggot getting tits for"
"Woah their queerbaiting goes deep"
"Those xlov fans are so delusional your fave is not trans they're just getting fat and getting moobs"
"Muti!"
Suddenly a hand slapped away her phone, it was Rui, staring at her like she had just killed a butterfly.
"Stop. Reading. The. Comments. You know better than that."
"There are nice ones!" Muti talked back, but Rui held her long arms high up in the air and with her flexibility and agility jumped up easily and darted around the room.
Muti didn't bother, she just felt sluggish and thought back to the last comment she had read and cradled her tummy, which felt a tad bloated. Maybe that diet Hyun had researched for anti-nausea wasn't hitting anymore.
"You were going to help Haru film a tiktok right?"
"Yeah?"
"Shouldn't you be leaving then?"
Rui was perplexed at the request to get out of her girlfriend's way. "I just want to have some quiet for a bit," Muti explained. Rui shrugged and handed the phone back, but not without taking another pitiful glance at the leader.
Rui and Haru had eaten whatever they wanted with their energy and fast metabolisms, Hyun was doing his morning workout and Muti felt bloated, hungry, really annoyed at the boring monotous diet and couldn't help but endlessly looking in the fridge and cupboard. Looking for something, some combination that appealed to her, nausea be damned.
"Not doing the diet anymore?" Hyun asked when he took some water and saw her grab some sugary cereal.
"Rest and cheat day."
"Wasn't that yesterday? It's already tuesday. We need to practice choreos at 10. And photoshoots the coming days."
Muti gave him a dirty look and continued pouring the cereal.
"You're not too down about the comments aren't you? The reaction to…You know…" Hyun subtly gestured towards their own nice, masculine pectoral muscles.
Muti just shrugged again and continued rummaging through the fridge and cupboards.
"Don't worry about it too much, okay? Those dumb people would faint if they saw you in real life. And the company knew what they were getting into."
Getting no reaction, Hyun went on their way. Back to working out.
Muti started eating the cereal, devouring it like she'd been starving for days. Then went back to the cupboard, as despite the sugar it didn't really hit right and her cravings were insane now she had finally given in.
Some Kimchi, some rice. Trying to eat good as guilt filled her up. But she looked at it and it looked plainly unappealing, so she went to the corner cupboard and opened Rui's stash.
"Aha," she mouthed to herself and grabbed the jar in the corner. It was sort of sweet, nutty, and full of healthy fats. She took a spoon and scooped a bunch out, eating it directly from the spoon. She also dug up a jar from strawberry jam that to her surprise wasn't molding yet, some basic western-style bread they liked having around just incase… Then she had the weird idea to add the kimchi to it, making a triple-layered sandwich. Jam, peanut butter, kimchi. Swallowing and chewing the odd combination at hyperspeed as if it was an amazing feast. Too engrossed in her funny craving she didn't hear Hyun come back.
"Muti-noona what the-"
She looked up.
"Is that my and Rui's peanut butter? With Jam and Kimchi?"
"Ehhh…"
"Dammit, Muti, how much did you eat? This was the last jar, we can't easily buy this brand again!"
"Oh…Yeah right…Amsterdam souvenir…"
Hyun was absolutely in shock. Particularly at the how. Jam and Kimchi.
"I hope you won't throw up from that awful combination…"
"It's tasty…" Muti mumbled in response and handed him a spoon with some of the peanut butter, kimchi and jam. Staring at him with the roundest puppy eyes and her face a bit pale and puffy and her extremely loose tee draped over her narrow shoulders and small breasts and her thick frizzy hair standing in various directions, Hyun couldn't refuse.
"EW-"
"Oh. Tastes differ…"
At this Hyun sighed and decided it was time to say something. He went down on one knee and stared at Wumuti earnestly, his hand holding hers and his other on her thigh. He took another sigh and looked up at the confused leader.
"You're…You're clearly not doing all that well. I know you want to fix up the last bits for the comeback, but… Maybe… If there's anything we can cut out or postpone a bit, maybe we should do that? You're clearly stressed out…"
"It's just the hormones. My body finally realized I've been putting needles in my ass for months and it's a lot of adjustment I guess."
"I think…You're overworked. Your sleep, this craving, and girl - I think it's ages ago you've had like, four proper pimples at once," they quickly pointed them out on her face "We've been grinding almost non-stop for months and sorry but…It's clear your body's done with it. Now it's just concerts, comeback promos, and… Rest. Slowly working on new stuff. Okay?"
She nodded and then continued with her sandwhich, which she swore was the best thing she ever tried.
The following days were for locking in. Practice. Songs, choreo's, all needed to be finetuned for the comeback. Most of the comeback outfits from the photoshoots and filming, except for one pair of trousers, still fitted fine. Their concert outfits were checked up too. Such as the top and trousers for Manila, which still fit fine -taking advantage of the elastic in the fabrics and the top squishing her bust a bit at worst.
"Evols will make brajokes anyway, so this is great," Wumuti said and put on her casual clothes again.
"As for the extra musicshow outfits - my body will likely keep changing, so maybe it's best to make sure everything has some give? I have no clue how big they," she pointed to her chest, "will become. I am thinking of tops with a lot of gathers and drapes so it has some versatility…And pants and skirts loose or elasticated too. And of course the dresses."
Jeyoun understood, adding that she had already sourced some pieces based on the moodboard but will doublecheck. Then she grabbed her tape measure and took Wumuti's latest measurements to have a starting point. A slightly torturous experience usually, but her bloatedness had gone away a bit and the only measurements that increased beyond day to day fluctuations - her chest and thighs - she was more than happy about.
"It's nice to see you smile by the way," Jeyoun commented. "I can't believe only a year ago you were scared about longer hair and nails… Look at you now. You look like a woman."
"…I know," Wumuti answered, beaming with happiness.
"…But if I can give one advice - Maybe your casual clothes need some updates too. I can help with that as well."
Wumuti smiled again and remembered how she had just been wearing oversized sweats lately. "I will order some stuff myself, but thank you for offering."
Help. Rest. All what people felt like giving her, yet Wumuti felt like just locking into work and locking out her body feeling odd. The last few days before Manila were filled with putting the dots on the I's for the comeback, and after that it was time to go full speed with nearly back to back Latin America and Oceania concerts, a whisp of breathing space before Taipei, and then - comeback. And nothing would hold her back. Everything about her plans for this comeback had come down to finishing a chapter of her story, tying up some patterns; She loved it, it was the best thing she had done so far, and she wanted to show it to the world. Asap. No postponement, rest be damned.
She barely had time to order the clothes she had to, and almost didn't register them finally arriving a day before leaving.
"Packages!" Hyun shouted and dropped them on the table. "Perfume store and clothing store. Wumuti?"
"Ooh! Finally! These samples! And clothes!" she exclaimed, pulling on her oddly fitting sweats again as she ran. A moment later she called Haru, who jumped up from breakfast in surprise.
"I saw some stuff I thought would be nice on you too on the website."
"I have enough clothes."
"Shht, don't refuse me spoiling you," she said with a grin, "Let's try them on… Rui's in the bathroom messing with her hair, right?"
Hyun nodded. "Still experimenting with buns."
Good. So she wasn't in the bedroom.
She commanded Haru to follow her to her bedroom and opened the boxes, first the one with the perfume samples. Spraying on the miniscule bottle of the one she had looked forward to the most. "Haru, what do you think?"
Haru tiptoed and buried their nose in her neck, taking in the complex smell of her aura before nodding in approval. "I will test the other ones later, or our noses will just get confused… Clothes."
She pulled out a pair of jeans and could see from the style it was the one she ordered for them, then pulled out one of hers. She had contemplated it but she decided to order from a distinct "women's" section, hoping they were a bit roomier in the thighs. This pair was still pretty baggy, so the crotch wouldn't be much of a problem. And some tops, in stretchy materials with gathered and shirred bustlines that would show off her growing assets nicely.
"Let's try them on," she said and handed Haru their jeans.
A moment later they were both looking in the mirror, Wumuti awkwardly shuffling around in the jeans, concluding that they would be right with better underwear. The first top had a square, gathered neckline, was sleeveless and came in a bloody vampiresque red. She heard an audible "wow!" and an arm pulled her waist closer.
Haru stared into her eyes while a hand wandered towards her chest. They led their fingers glide over the not quite filled out ruching, fascinated by the texture as they did. But once they pushed a bit, there was soft and tender flesh right below, and a nipple that became harder. Their other hand wandered from her waist to her hips, digging their fingers in the skin through the denim.
"I…I don't think I only like guys."
Muti chuckled. "Only realize so now?"
"I guess… You're glowing…Mommy,"
Muti blushed at the word, then cupped her hands around their buttcheeks. "Your jeans seem to fit fine as well. How's the front?"
Before Haru could answer she ducked down and checked out the button closure and their crotch, showing a clear outline of an enlarging bulge... But no strain or weird folding. "Oh. Well it's clearly strong enough-"
"Eh, Muti-"
She looked up at once.
"Can you…Blowie?"
"I plan to sing well saturday-"
They looked like they could feast on her, making her contemplate for a second. The bulge in the jeans was definitely grabbing her attention and with all the work…
"No deepthroating and when you feel you'll almost come you fuck me, and make me tea afterwards," she said in one breath, unzipped her own jeans in preparation and started undoing Haru's buttons.
They were hard- throbbing - seeing her in that top clearly switched a button in her Fox's brain so she went to town kissing and softly sucking, letting her hand glide over their uncut skin and back to soft kisses, as they leaned against the wall and started grunting and whimpering. "Your lips - the best -"
"Tell me if-"
"Yeah," Haru said, Muti stood up, and Haru pushed her against the wall, her sensitive chest feeling pinched between the wall and her own ribcage. In one move Haru pulled down her jeans and underwear and guided themself inside her. No time for prep or lube, which they felt wasn't even needed. By some magic Muti was always ready for them, so they started thrusting, her cheek squished against the wall and Haru melting into her more with each thrust, lips permanently kissing her shoulder. "You're so… Tight…But slippy," they whispered. "Did some secret prep earlier? Where you horny all along?"
"Oh… Haru, boobs," she managed to get out between moans completely disregarding their question. "Hold boobs-"
With Haru's warm hands cupping them and keeping the pain at bay she could finally enjoy what was happening. They were right, she felt tight. Tighter than usual during extra busy periods, but not a tightness that come from her entrance - rather that she felt bloated and stuffy and she was terrified she'd have to poop but knew that wasn't the case. Maybe just breakfast having been a bit heavy. Chocolate-tomato-omelet with rice, Hyun had proclaimed her crazy again.
Haru had let one hand slide lower, cupping her tummy, which bulged out a bit with every moment. Her softness was more laid over hard bloating than usual, but Haru was too horned up to read it as more than "Muti's soft tummy," and caressed it while they kept thrusting into her, listening carefully to her moans to tell how she was enjoying it, turning them on further. She finally felt how they released inside her and felt the warm rush she always adored to feel, making herself form a wet sticky spot on the poor wall. Their breathing slowed down and Haru gave the top of her back another kiss and let their hands wander all over her body another time, pinching her in her softest spots.
"Whether eightteen or twenty, guess I'll always be absolutely obsessed with you…"
"Haru stop pinching me," she said back.
"But mama you're so soft," they protested and added a giggle for lightheartedness.
"You calling me fat?" She protested and turned around.
"No, just womanly, soft-"
She saw them turn red, all shy and apologetic and scared they had accidentally insulted her. A grin shaped on her face and she gave them a teasy slap on their still-bare butt as she sat down on her bed.
"Come on, the tea. I need to rest a bit after you harassed my insides."
Haru chuckled, and as they walked to the kitchen looked at her another time. "You look beautiful, by the way. Just…Beautiful. Like that Full moon a bit ago that we kept staring at."
Emotion overcame her as they said it and tears started to well up in her eyes.
"Tear-Tea, sweetie. Tea," she sniffled, and on they went.
She sighed when she briefly felt nauseous again. But, concerts. A month filled with concerts and then the comeback, she couldn't be sick. Not now.