Jiles One-Shot Dump

Thicc Dean Wesley

J wasn't the most observant of people. He didn't pay much attention to people. Didn’t note hair or eye color or even the shoes they wore that day, except when it came to Miles.

He noticed everything about Miles. Birth marks, dimples, moles, you name it J could probably tell you whether or not Miles had one.

So when Miles came bounding down the stairs after almost a week of shutting himself away to finish up a song, J couldn't help but notice the accomplished glow that radiated from his boyfriend. “All done?” J asked with an adoring smile, “All done” Miles confirmed feeling nothing but proud of himself.

J peeked a sudden change in Miles but he couldn't quite pin point, that was until Miles went around the room beginning to pick stuff up and put it away. “Come on J, you could have done some house cleaning” Miles groaned as he put movies back into the cabinet properly.

J all but choked when it finally hit him. It wasn't the most noticeable change through the sweatpants the older boy was wearing but it was surely there.

J cupped his hands around his mouth to echo and carry his voice when he sung “Pull ovah that ass too fat! Woop woop!”

Miles shot directly up from where he was hunched over. Bewilderment written all over his face “What the hell was that about?” he questioned with slight amusement.

J scoffed, “Oh come on, did you really think i wouldn't notice?”. Miles’ mouth turned sideways, “Notice what?”. In that instant a wicked smirk spread across J’s face, “Where are those poptarts are going” he said, his gaze slowly falling onto Miles’ hips.

Miles had never turned a deeper shade of red in his life. His hands instantly flew to his bottom, he gave it a squeeze and found that his hands did indeed feel slightly more filled than usual, he moved his hands around to his hips to feel them slightly farther apart and then to his now ever ao soft thighs.

“Oh my god” Miles whined out as he dashed upstairs. J watched in pure amusement as his boyfriend all but surely freaked out.

He followed only seconds behind but seconds is all it took cause when he entered their room Miles was standing only in his boxer briefs in front of their standing mirror.

He went about poking and squeezing his newly gained weight. He seemed as if he would lose his mind at any second. “How could this have happened” Miles grumbled.

J laughed “You hid yourself away and only ate poptarts for almost a week, what do you think would happen”.

“It's the not the first time! This has never happened before!” Miles shot back. J shook his head and crossed the room to join Miles. He wrapped his slender arms around the older boys waist and placed a kissed to his shoulder. “I love it” J voiced. Miles shot him a look at the mirror “Shut up” he mumbled.

J chuckled “I'm not kidding, you look great, what are the lyrics to that song?...Oh yeah, boys like a little more booty to hold at night” J sang out.

Miles laughed and almost toppled over “Why do you know what song?” J laughed along with him “It was catchy!” J argued.

J spun Miles around to face him and gave him a quick kiss “You look sexy babe, you're what the cool kids call, thick”

“Thick?”

“Thick. Like a bowl of oatmeal”.

Miles head fell into J’s shoulder with a dramatic groan “This is the worst”. J scuffed “You wouldn't be saying that if you could see what i'm seeing” J said as he pulling his lip between his teeth to bite it as he admired Miles full bottom.

It had rounded out and become visibly softer, J couldn't help but grab a handful causing Miles to jump. “J!” J chuckled and kissed Miles neck “Just checking out the goods”. J could physically feel the heat radiating from Miles cheeks as he groped and rubbed his boyfriend's new gifts. He took great pleasure in the small whimpers he was able to pull from the tattooed boy every once in awhile.

“Bad thang, fine as hell, thick as fuck. Oh my god, that's my baby” J whispered as he swayed with Miles.

Miles laughing and clung to J knowing that if he let go he’d probably crumble from the amount of love J’s conveying.

“You're okay with it?” Miles finally asked. “I'm over the moon, who knew poptarts could give such wondrous things”. Miles laughed, “Don't be a dork”.

Miles looked up and laced his arms around J’s neck, “If you're okay with it then i guess i can keep it for a while”. J gasped dramatically, “Really? You'd do that for me?” . “Miles giggled and nodded “Just for you”

You can already imagine how much fun J had beatboxing on Miles’ thighs.