#glaid

It was like Christmas, but better. 

Everywhere were things to eat and Ghoul dug in, taking everything he could find in a bit of a feeding frenzy. After a little while, going from plastics to paper to cloth and everything in between,  he couldn't move. It seemed like he'd barely started though, at least to him, so Ghoul kept going with what was around him until it hurt to even think about swallowing anything else.

Flopping onto his back, Ghoul whimpered a bit as the ache began to settle in. oooh, he'd really done himself in this time. How many times had Plaiddy warned him about these frenzies? And Sephy? Well, too late now. He'd gorged himself and now there was nothing to do but wait a while until things broke down enough that he could drag himself home. His stomach let out a loud, angry gurgle that came with a very sharp pain, and Ghoul yelped. No no no, this was not good at all.  Waaaay too much in there, even for him. Oh, he wished Sephy were here. Some of her magic would be so helpful...and a tummy rub wouldn't hurt either. But no, not this time.

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It took several very long hours for things to digest enough for him to drag himself home to a rather cross Plaid. Of course, his loving mate couldn't stay angry long, not with the pitiful state Ghoul had gotten himself into.

"I told you so, Ghoulie, but...ah, heck, I can't stay mad. You're too cute, y'know?" Plaid cooed as he gently rubbed Ghoul's distended belly. "It's almost like you're pregnant again...but with junk." He gave a small laugh, "I still think you need to get rid of it, though. You want me to go in and help you?"

"B-but Plaiddy!" Ghoul stammered, a bit panicked by the thought of having to expel the mass inside him.

"No buts, Ghoulio. You know the rules. You can only keep real food; junk doesn't get to stay." Plaid gave him a small, apologetic kiss on the cheek, "I know it's hard, buddy, but the law's the law."

Ghoul gave his most piteous whimper, then asked "C-could you help? I d-don't want to have to do it the other way...."

Plaid nodded, chuckling, "Sure thing. Just give me a sec to get ready." He then got up from the couch where Ghoul had lighted when he came in, and began to undress.

Blushing deeply, his mate asked, "W-wha...why are you u-undressing?"

"I don't wanna get my clothes all gunky from whatever you ate at the dump, do I? That's just more laundry. Besides, I'll have to take a bath anyway when I come out, so might as well just keep the clothes relatively clean." Plaid grinned, then winked at Ghoul, "And you're gonna join me, right?"

"R-right." The cursed man was bright red in the face, but smiling ear to ear. He could get through anything if he got to spend some quality time with Plaid.

Nodding, Plaid concentrated and used his magic to shrink himself down to the size of a twinkie, then hopped up into Ghoul's hand as it hung over the side of the couch for him. "Okie dokie, Ghoulie. Open up and let me in!"

Ghoul opened his mouth and let his tongue stick out, the orange surface coated with black spots and bright green spittle. Plaid squeaked a bit, blushing as he laid his nearly nude form head first on his boyfriend's tongue, "Okay. I'm ready when you are."

The tongue drew back into Ghoul's mouth, but he got a sly grin and began to play with the tiny man instead, lapping at him and gently pushing him against the inside of his cheek. 

Plaid giggled, playfully pushing back against the band of muscle, "G-Ghoulie, stop! Heehee, stop it! Y'know I got a job to do first, then we can play."

Sighing a bit, but knowing he was right, Ghoul adjusted Plaid back to the head first position and leaned his head back, swallowing softly so as not to hurt his dear mate on the way down.

The tiny man easily slid down Ghoul's stretchy throat and landed with a splat on top of some cardboard. "Whew-ee, this is a lot of junk. Let's take a look through here and see what we got first." Plaid crawled on the surface of the junkpile inside Ghoul's belly, picking out what he found intersting, "An old teddy bear....awww, that's sad. Boxes....more boxes....some old water bottles....gosh, how much recycling did they throw out in Thneedville anyway? Most of this is stuff that coulda gone to the recycle center instead."

"I know..." Ghoul squirmed a bit, not sure if the tickling feeling in his painfully stretched guts was pleasant or painful. "I started just, ngh, just trying to pick that stuff out so that it wouldn't degrade and, ow!, h-hurt the environment more but..."

"You kinda lost it after a while. I know, babe." Plaid lay back on the side of an old wine bottle and gently patted the fleshy ceiling, "It's okay. But, I think I explored enough. Time to let it all out. Think you can get yourself to the yard?"

Looking at the distance between himself and the door, Ghoul sighed, but nodded, "I believe so...just give me a moment...and please try not to move until I get there. It's very sore in there at the moment..."

"Sure thing, babe." Plaid went still, smiling as his world adjusted and swayed slightly. Ghoul had gotten up and whimpered as the weight inside him shifted, putting pressure in different places and renewing the ache. Struggling to the door, Ghoul stumbled out onto the lawn and said hesitantly, "Alright...go ahead."

Plaid wriggled back to the top of Ghoul's stomach and began playing with the sphincter at the entrance, making his mate gag and finally expel everything inside him. The tiny man shook himself a bit when he landed on the ground, then got up and resized, "Well, there we go, all emptied out."

Ghoul whined as he rode out a few dry heaves, then stood shakily, "mmngh, Plaiddy...I hate doing that." 

"I know, babe, I know. But now we get to go have a nice bath, right?" Plaid grinned, carefully helping his shaky boyfriend back into the house.

Plaid followed Ghoul to the kitchen. “Plaiddy, I know it wasn’t exactly planned, but I have an idea for a surprise and I think you’ll like it.”

“Sure thing, buddy!” Plaid grinned, glad to follow his newly pregnant mate while holding hands.

On the counter of their kitchen was a large pile of sweets; donuts, cakes, candies, and a myriad other things lined the space. “Well…since I can’t eat them with the baby and all….m-maybe we could…” Ghoul looked to Plaid, blushing so hard the tips of his pointed ears were red.

Getting the general idea, Plaid blushed, too, but smiled brightly, “Aw yeah! Good thing I’m starving.” He chuckled, and saw Ghoul’s eyes light up. “Let’s do this in the bedroom, though, since I probably won’t be able to move much once we’re finished. Ooooh, boy, it’s been a long time since I could say that.” The cheery Onceler rubbed his hands together and stuck his tongue out a bit, pleased at the idea.

Ghoul happily gathered up all the snacks and scampered up to their bedroom, laying them out on the end of the bed as Plaid hopped up into his own spot. Unwrapping a package of white, powdered sugar covered donuts, Ghoul asked, “Do you want to eat them yourself or can I feed you?”

“I’ll let ya feed me, since you’re so cute when you blush .” Plaid teased gently, a pink tinge present on his own cheeks as well. Getting stuffed silly was fun in itself, but having his handsome mate help was better.

Nodding, Ghoul broke the first of the six doughnuts in half, “Say ‘Ah’, Plaiddypus.” Complying, Plaid opened his mouth, letting Ghoul place the half doughnut gently in.  It was fresh and very good, so Plaid humming happily while eating it and gulped it down. “Mmn, wow. Good first choice, babe! But, ah, it’s a bit sticky, y’know? Can we get some milk up here?”

“Oh! I forgot. Sorry, Plaiddypus.” Ghoul got on all fours and scurried downstairs, coming back with the handle of the milk gallon in his mouth and only standing to put it on the bedside table. “Drink from the jug if you want to. I have a glass here, too.” He pulled a small glass from his pocket, “I didn’t know if you wanted to pace yourself or not.” The cursed Onceler smiled, then blushed as his own stomach made a loud gurgle, stimulated by all this talk of food and it being in such close proximity.

“Awww, Ghoulie’s hungry, too.” Plaid cooed to him, smiling. “Why don’t we share the milk? That gets something good in your tummy and something to help me wash down all these cakes.”

Ghoul nodded happily and used the glass for himself. He’d have drank from the gallon, but his colorful spit might contaminate the color for Plaiddy. He was always self-conscious about his drooling problem, even if he’d never really admit it.

Plaid took a few drinks, then grinned, “C’mon, let’s get on with this!”

Finishing off his glass, Ghoul put the cup on the nightstand with the gallon and nodded. He repeated the process with the doughnuts until they were all gone, and smiled, “What do you want next, Plaiddy? This is fun.”

“Hmmm, ooh, maybe those Nutty Bars? Gosh, I love anything chocolate.” Plaid reached for the package and undid it himself, too eager already.

Ghoul just laughed, happy to see his precious mate happy.

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Several minutes later, and an empty gallon of milk, Plaid groaned a bit with a woozy smile on his face. Though they’d shared the milk, Plaid had gotten all of the sweets, which were only wrappers now.

Ghoul’s face was bright pink, and he carefully began to unbutton Plaid’s shirt for him since the buttons were now threatening to fly off. “You did so good, Plaiddypus. Now there’s nothing left in the house to tempt me into eating badly.”

Using the back of his hand to stifle a burp, Plaid grinned and replied, “Mmhmm…ooh boy….I think I may have over done it even for me.” He hiccupped and used a free hand to hold his stomach, now severely distended from the amount of sugary treats shoved into it.

“Guess I’ll have to do the tummy rubs tonight, then.” Ghoul teased, kissing Plaid on the cheek and finally getting the last extra tight button back through its fastening.  His mate sighed in relief as a bit of the pressure lifted, and Ghoul carefully began rubbing Plaid’s belly. He could feel it bubbling and churning under his hands, making his face go even redder, “My my….it does feel upset, darling.”

“Yeah, but it’s *hic* worth it to make sure you and the baby are healthy and happy,” Plaid assured him, sighing and letting his eyes close. Yeah, he had a pretty bad stomach ache, but the rubbing was helping and Ghoul’s happy face was so worth it. Plus….he kind of enjoyed this situation a lot more than the pain could dampen. He winced as a bad cramp ran through his stomach, accompanied by a sour sounding growl, and Ghoul whimpered a bit.

“Plaiddy, are you sure it’s okay? I don’t want to have made you sick.” Ghoul fretted, nuzzling his mate’s stomach worriedly.

“Shhhh, nah, I’m fine. I’ve done *hurp* ooh, sorry, I’ve done worse to myself on my own. You’re fine.” Plaid began petting Ghoul’s head softly, liking the contact and the warmth.