oh hey. so this story takes place in movieverse, although it's based off of a line in the book where beorn picks bilbo up and says "it looks like little bunny is getting nice and fat again on bread and honey."

i've read other fics based on that line and love love love them so i decided to write my own!

also i've fucked with the timeline a lil bit so just go with it

trigger warning: eating disorders (anorexia, bulimia)

"Who wants more ale?" Beorn called out above the commotion of dwarves, as well as a hobbit and a wizard, who were feasting and conversing loudly in his kitchen.

A loud cheer erupted from the dwarves as evidently they all wanted more ale.

Beorn went around the table, refilling everyone's mug.

Kili pounded his mug together with Fili's and announced "Chugging contest! Go!"

The brothers began chugging their ale as the other dwarves cheered them on.

It was dinner time once again at Beorn's home, and the dwarves were rowdier and louder than ever after being able to spend many days there eating hearty meals and preparing for the rest of the journey, thanks to the skin-changer.

Bilbo looked on as the rest of the dwarves also began a contest to see who could chug their ale the fastest. He glanced over at Thorin, who was not participating in the contest but was watching in amusement. The hobbit smiled adoringly at him when their eyes met.

He and Thorin were currently a couple. Ever since their hug after Thorin had apologized to him, Bilbo had become incredibly attracted to the sexy dwarf. After Bilbo had admitted his love for Thorin, the dwarf also had to admit that he had feelings for the cute little hobbit. Since then, they had shared many kisses, cuddles, and a lot more than that. Bilbo felt like the luckiest hobbit in the world to be together with such an amazing dwarf, and even though they were on a dangerous quest, he felt like he was going to be alright as long as Thorin was with him.

Bilbo stopped looking at Thorin with admiration and went back to his meal. Tonight was their second to last night at Beorn's home, and the hobbit decided he was going to make the most of it and gorge himself on food.

He had already eaten plenty of bread and honey that night, but it was so good he couldn't resist eating more. He grabbed a few more pieces and started eating them greedily. He reached for the last piece and ate it slowly this time as he was feeling uncomfortably full.

As the dwarves were beginning to drink even more ale, Bilbo leaned back in his seat and sighed, feeling very stuffed and drowsy.

Beorn set another bowl of bread and honey onto the table. "Eat more, little bunny?"

"Oh, no thanks," Bilbo replied, putting a hand on his overfull stomach. "I couldn't possibly eat another bite."

A mischievous smile crept onto Beorn's face. He put his hands underneath Bilbo's shoulders and swiftly picked him up.

The tiny hobbit gasped in surprise as he felt himself being lifted through the air.

"Beorn?" He asked in confusion. "What do you think you're doing? Please put me down."

The dwarves had stopped drinking and were silent, watching expectantly to see what the skin-changer was going to do.

"Everybody, look here!" Beorn shouted. "It looks like little bunny is getting nice and fat again on bread and honey." He poked Bilbo hard in the stomach.

"Ouch! Stop that!" Bilbo winced as Beorn's large finger colliding with his small body hurt as if he'd been punched.

The dwarves burst into loud, raucous laughter.

"Put me down immediately!" Bilbo squirmed uncomfortably in Beorn's grasp. "This instant, I demand you put me down."

"Alright, settle down little bunny," Beorn said as he gently set the hobbit back down onto his seat.

Bilbo looked at the dwarves who were laughing hysterically at him, and blushed slightly, feeling very embarassed at what Beorn had said about his weight.

"You're a fat little bunny!" Kili teased him.

"He's not a bunny, he's just a fat hobbit," Fili pointed out.

Bilbo could feel his face getting warmer as he blushed even harder and looked at the ground. He began to feel self conscious and wrapped his arms around his stomach as if to hide it. He was also regretting eating so much extra bread.

"He has put on some weight, indeed," Balin said. "I do believe Beorn is correct."

"Aye, did you see how much he ate?" Bofur asked incredulously. "How could somebody so small eat such a large amount?"

"If he eats any more, he will end up looking like Bombur!" Kili joked.

The dwarves roared with laughter. Even Gandalf was chuckling.

Bilbo pretended to laugh along with them, even though he was feeling hurt and insulted. He looked over at Thorin for help, but his heart sank when he realized that Thorin was laughing as well.

He couldn't believe that Thorin would laugh at their unkind comments. He thought the dwarf would defend him, but no. He was crushed as he realized that Thorin must agree with them.

"If he gains any more weight, he will be unable to walk and we will need to carry him for the remainder of our journey," Gloin remarked.

"He's correct, laddie," Balin turned to Bilbo. "You must stop eating so much. You will not be an efficient burglar if you aren't light on your feet."

Bilbo hung his head in shame as he realized that the dwarf was right. He hadn't thought of it that way before. His careless eating could compromise the entire quest.

"Well, I... I suppose I could cut back," Bilbo said in a small voice. "Could we, um, perhaps talk about something else? I understand I am fat, you all have made your point very clear."

"I have but one question," Ori spoke up, a look of bewilderment on his face. "I have been pondering it this entire time."

"Well, what is it?" Bofur prompted. "Out with it, laddie!"

"If Bilbo eats any more..." Ori hesitated, shy about asking his question. "Do you think he might explode?"

Everyone was silent for a few seconds, as they thought this over. Then they began shouting out their answers all at once, some saying that it was impossible, but some saying that it was definitely possible. Then they began to argue.

Tears started to well up in Bilbo's eyes. He didn't want to hear them speak about his weight any longer. He couldn't figure out why it had become such a topic of interest to the dwarves, or why they were hurting his feelings so much. Everything they had said so far hurt him deeply and he just wanted to disappear.

"Let's settle this!" Bofur shouted over the arguing dwarves. He picked up a piece of bread and tossed it over towards Bilbo. "Eat this and let us find out."

"No!" Bilbo threw the bread back over at him. "This is not funny, not even in the slightest! You are all being rude and impolite!" He had tried to sound firm, but his voice kept shaking as he tried to hold in his tears.

"Oh come on, we're all waiting!" Ori exclaimed.

"Aye, do not ask him again," Thorin instructed. "We do not actually want him to explode, do we?"

"No," Ori admitted sheepishly. "It could get rather messy."

Bilbo glared unhappily at Thorin through tear filled eyes. He felt betrayed and let down by the dwarf.

"Aye, Thorin, which type of hobbit do you prefer?" Dwalin asked. "One like Bilbo, or one a bit more on the thin side?"

"I will always prefer Bilbo," Thorin replied, and then he hesitated before saying, "But perhaps I would prefer him to a greater degree if he was fairly lighter."

Upon hearing this, Bilbo could no longer hold his emotions in as he burst into tears.

"You're terrible!" He cried. "All of you are terrible!"

He stood up and began to run out of the kitchen, wanting to be alone so that the dwarves could no longer analyze his body.

"Oh Bilbo, come back, we're sorry!" Kili called after him.

"We were simply joking, don't cry laddie!" Bofur added.

Bilbo ignored them and ran into the bedroom, feeling unstable like he was about to have a breakdown. He sat down on a bed and buried his head in his hands, sobbing.

He had never felt insecure about his weight until now. Hobbits are supposed to eat a lot and be plump, he thought the dwarves had known that. He was mortified and felt belittled by the ones who he thought were his friends. He was angry with all of them for ridiculing him this way.

He was angry with Thorin the most. How could the one he loves laugh at their cruel remarks? He remembered what the dwarf had said and felt his heart breaking as he realized that he may become too fat for Thorin to love him any more.

At that moment, Thorin rushed into the bedroom and sat down next to Bilbo on the bed.

"Do not cry, my love," He said, as he wrapped his arms around the weeping hobbit. "I apologize."

Bilbo looked up at him in disgust. "How could you laugh with them? How could you say you do not like my body?"

"I did not mean for you to take offense."

Bilbo stared at him in disbelief. "How could I not take offense when they were saying such hurtful things? They think I am fat! I was near tears and they still carried on laughing at me."

"They certainly did not mean it," Thorin said as he hugged the hobbit tighter. "They have been drinking profusely all night so they think everything is funny."

"That gives them no right to hurt my feelings," Bilbo pouted. "And you said you would like me better if I was thinner." He looked up at the dwarf through tear filled eyes. "Is it true?"

"Bilbo, I love you simply for being you," Thorin said as he wiped away tears from the hobbit's cheeks. "Nothing can compare to my love for you, it is greater than that of my love for all of the gold in the world. Not a thing, not even your weight, could ever change that."

"I understand you love me," Bilbo sniffed. "But you would love me even more if I was thin."

"That is false, I_"

"It is not false! You just humiliated me in front of everybody by saying it! Do not try to tell me that it is false." Bilbo looked at the ground before sadly muttering, "You think I'm fat."

"Please stop saying that you are fat. Those fools do not know what they are speaking of. You have not gained any weight since we met, perhaps one or two pounds, but_"

"Then one or two pounds I will lose," Bilbo said, sounding defeated.

"You do not need to lose any weight. Why are you so sure that I would love you more if there were less of you?"

Bilbo gave him a weak smile. He was tired of arguing. He buried his face in Thorin's shoulder and continued to cry.

It was at this moment that Bilbo decided he could not gain any more weight. Although he believed Thorin's comforting words, he could not even imagine that there would come a day when he would become so fat that Thorin would no longer want him. He loved the dwarf so much that he was willing to do anything to make sure that his love was reciprocated.

Bilbo still cried as thoughts of losing weight and looking perfect took over his mind, and Thorin stayed there holding the broken hobbit in his arms until the crying finally ceased.

Bilbo woke up the next morning, and the events of last night immediately came rushing back to him. A feeling of despair overcame him as he remembered every word that the dwarves had said about him.

The hobbit thought that perhaps he would feel better after getting some sleep, but he only felt worse as he realized he would need to eat today. He needed to lose weight, and he could not do that by eating.

He turned over in the bed to see that Thorin was no longer lying beside him. They had cuddled all night as they always do, but this time it felt different to Bilbo. He felt like he was no longer good enough for the dwarf.

He sat up in bed and realized that he was the only one left in the bedroom. He could hear everybody talking and laughing out in the kitchen.

Bilbo did not feel like getting out of bed today, but he did anyway, and started to slowly stroll towards the kitchen. He did not want to be around the dwarves and all of the food again today.

That was when he got a brilliant idea. He had thought up an excuse to skip breakfast.

He approached the table that everybody was gathered around, and looked in disgust at all of the food that the dwarves were eating as they called out greetings to him.

"Sit down and eat some breakfast with us, laddie!" Balin called out.

"We've saved you some, if you can believe it," Bofur added.

Bilbo stared at them in bewilderment. "So, let me get this straight, last night you told me that I was too fat to eat, and today you are telling me to eat?"

"Sure, today's a new day, new adventures await," Balin responded.

"Plus, today we have the greatest selection of food thus far," Kili said.

"You've said that everyday since we've arrived," Fili sounded annoyed.

Bilbo stood there in astonishment. He couldn't believe that they were acting as if last night never happened. He was expecting at least one or two apologies, but instead he got none.

As he watched everyone carry on and eat their meal, he vowed to himself that he would lose as much weight as he possibly could. He would become the thinnest hobbit ever and they would take back everything that they had said to him.

"No," Bilbo spoke up.

"No to what?" Balin asked.

"I'm not going to eat," Bilbo said, and he took a deep breath as he prepared to tell his false excuse as to why he wanted to skip breakfast. "I'm feeling quite ill today. My stomach is upset and I have lost my appetite."

"Ill?" Thorin looked at the hobbit with concern. "Whatever has made you ill?"

"His illness is most likely the result of everything he ate yesterday," Kili chimed in.

Thorin kicked him under the table.

"Indeed, I must have eaten something that had spoiled," Bilbo said.

"I said that the cheese had gone moldy but nobody would listen!" Gloin shouted out.

"Perhaps some rest should be in order for you," Thorin regarded the hobbit with a worried expression. "It will help to alleviate your illness."

"You're right, I think I will lay back down for a bit, until my condition subsides."

Bilbo had already been planning to go back to bed. He wanted to be alone and he knew that nobody would bother him if he was sleeping.

"So, is it safe to assume that you will not be eating your portion that we saved for you?" Balin inquired.

"That's right," Bilbo said, hoping that they would be concerned and apologize for their mean comments.

But instead, all hell broke loose.

"I want his portion!" Fili called out.

"No, I want it!" Bofur spoke up.

"I spoke first, so it's mine," Fili said.

"Perhaps we could all share it?" Ori suggested.

Dwalin stood up crossly. "Sharing is for fools, I say we fight to the death!"

Bilbo rolled his eyes as everyone started to shout and argue once again. He was getting tired of their constant bickering. After he realized that they had now forgotten that he was standing there, he hung his head and dejectedly walked back into the bedroom.

He flopped down onto the bed and groaned with his head in the pillow. A part of him wanted them to care that he was not eating, but another part was glad that they didn't. He was too fat to eat anyway. He decided that he would need to keep his starvation a secret from the others, in case they were to interfere and force him to eat, which would in turn cause him to gain weight.

He was hungry, and he would have loved to eat breakfast, but he knew he would only put on weight if he did. He was not feeling ill as he had told them. He was fine physically, but emotionally he was a wreck.

He curled up underneath the blankets and shut his eyes, attempting to sleep. He wanted his mind to shut off and stop thinking for awhile.

Early that night, Bilbo woke up to somebody gently shaking him.

He opened his eyes to see Thorin sitting on the edge of the bed next to him, looking at him with unease.

"Hello," Bilbo smiled and greeted him sleepily.

"Are you feeling better, my love?" The dwarf asked as he reached out to gently caress the hobbit's cheek. "You have slept for the entire day and I have been immensely worried."

"I'm feeling quite better, yes," Bilbo replied as he sat up in bed and stretched.

"I am pleased to hear it," Thorin said as he briefly kissed the hobbit's lips.

"Did I miss dinner?" Bilbo asked hopefully.

"No, it has only just begun."

"Oh," Bilbo's face fell and he wished he had slept just a little bit longer.

"Are you well enough to eat?"

"Yes, um, I mean, no, I don't know," Bilbo stammered, wanting to talk about anything besides food.

"You haven't eaten all day," Thorin pointed out. "Tomorrow we will set out, and there is much walking to be done. You must eat to keep up your strength."

"Okay!" Bilbo jumped out of bed happily, not wanting Thorin to realize that something was wrong. He took the dwarf's hand in his own. "Let's go."

Thorin smiled at the cute hobbit and started to lead him into the kitchen. Bilbo was becoming more and more anxious with each step.

Bilbo was extremely hungry, but he was feeling too shy to eat in front of everyone again. His hobbit body was used to eating several meals a day and it had not been fed for nearly twenty four hours. He felt like he could eat everything in the house, but he did not want to.

"Bilbo is feeling better!" Thorin announced joyfully, as they entered the kitchen.

The group greeted Bilbo, but he didn't pay any attention to them. He sat down next to Thorin at the table and glanced at all of the food, feeling repulsed by it.

He hated the empty feeling in his stomach. It was beginning to ache and the hobbit decided that maybe just one piece of bread wouldn't hurt.

When he noticed nobody looking, he cautiously reached for a piece of bread. He took a small bite out of it, anticipating somebody to point out that he's too fat and should not be eating. Since no one did, he took another small bite and then another. He was so hungry that he wanted to devour the entire thing whole, but if he did, he would never hear the end of it.

"We missed you during breakfast, little bunny," Beorn remarked as he stood behind Bilbo.

Bilbo froze in the middle of chewing. He began to hear the hurtful words from yesterday repeating over and over in his head. It looks like little bunny is getting nice and fat again on bread and honey.

"Could you pass me that block of cheese from over there, laddie?" Bofur requested. "And not the small one. The nice, fat one."

Bilbo's heart sank when he heard the word fat. It was quickly becoming his least favorite word. An overwhelming feeling of anxiety was starting to come over him. His heart began to race.

"Fat," Bilbo repeated, sounding dazed. "You said fat. You're calling me fat again."

"Pardon? I was referring to the cheese."

He's just a fat hobbit. Bilbo cringed as more words from last night started to play in his head. His heart sped up even faster as his anxious feeling worsened. He tried to swallow but couldn't. He felt like his throat was closing up.

Perhaps I would prefer him to a greater degree if he was fairly lighter. Bilbo couldn't shake the awful thought that even though Thorin had asked him to eat, the dwarf secretly hoped that he wouldn't so that his weight would decrease. Bilbo's tiny body started to tremble violently and he struggled to breathe.

You must stop eating so much. You will not be an efficient burglar if you aren't light on your feet. He started to feel very guilty for eating, even though it was only half of a piece of bread. Shouldn't have eaten that. No self control, just like last night.

Bilbo started feeling dizzy and he gripped the table with both hands so that he wouldn't fall off of his seat. The voices of the merry dwarves were drowned out by the voices in his head that were calling him worthless and fat.

Finally, Bilbo couldn't take it any longer. He cried out in frustration and slammed his head down onto the table.

Everyone fell silent and all eyes were on the distressed hobbit.

"Bilbo?" Thorin placed a hand on the hobbit's back, looking troubled. "You're shaking profusely. Whatever is the matter this time?"

Bilbo looked up at him, his eyes misty with tears. "Panic... panic attack, " he gasped. "I... I must leave. I'm feeling ill again."

He shakily stood up, and trying not to fall over from the dizziness, slowly made his way back into the bedroom once again, leaving everyone to stare after him in bewilderment.

Now, only three words were repeating in his mind as he leaned against the wall and sunk down to the floor, sobbing. Never eat again.

"I'm here now. You have not a thing to be frightened of," Thorin said as he pulled the tiny hobbit even closer to himself.

"I know. I love you," Bilbo said, his voice muffled because of his face pressing into the dwarf's chest.

They were both lying in bed, having a cuddle session before going to sleep for the night. Everybody else was already asleep. Bilbo had just finished telling Thorin about his panic attack, although he left the part out about why he had it. The hobbit had calmed down now and was feeling quite content in the arms of the one he loves most.

"Perhaps I know of a way to diminish your fears," Thorin said alluringly as he moved his hands down to Bilbo's behind.

"And what might it be?" Bilbo asked with a giggle.

Thorin pressed his lips against Bilbo's and began to kiss him deeply. His hands stayed on Bilbo's rear end as his tongue entered the hobbit's mouth. Bilbo couldn't help but to moan softly into the kiss. Thorin's hands started to move towards Bilbo's groin.

Suddenly, Bilbo's empty stomach growled noisily. He blushed slightly as he realized that the dwarf was able to hear it in the quiet room.

Thorin stopped kissing him and looked at him in surprise. "That was your stomach?"

"Um, no, I think it was somebody snoring," Bilbo replied uneasily.

"Would you wish for me to bring you a snack?"

"No thank you, I'll be fine," Bilbo said, and then he mentally cursed his stomach for being so loud.

"But I insist," Thorin remarked as he stood up. "If you are hungry, I will bring you one."

"No!" Bilbo snapped angrily. "Did you not hear me when I said I do not want one? Don't even bother! No means no!"

Thorin paused in shock at the hobbit's outburst. "Bilbo, keep your voice low. Do you want to awaken everyone?"

Bilbo was also shocked at himself for snapping like that, but he did not want to eat. He decided he needed to be much less obvious about his aversion to eating if he didn't want anybody to find out about it.

"I mean..." The hobbit started slowly. "I am comfortable in bed with you and I don't want you to leave. Plus, we were just getting started." He pouted and grabbed the dwarf's wrist and pulled on it in an attempt to get him to lay back down.

Thorin sighed as he laid back down next to the hobbit. "Just this once, we will do it your way. But you must eat in the morning before we set out. We have a long journey ahead of us."

"I sure will," Bilbo smiled sweetly, even though he knew he wouldn't.

"I love you, Bilbo," Thorin gazed at the cute hobbit with admiration.

"I love you too," Bilbo returned his gaze. "Do you think that we could carry on from where we left off?"

"We certainly can," Thorin replied as his hands went towards Bilbo's groin once again.

they ended up having sexytimes btw just putting that out there really quick.

TO BE CONTINUED. bilbo's condition is really going to start to affect him after the company leaves beorn's home.

btw i'm looking for roleplay partners! so if you wanna rp send me a pm (;