#stuffingfic

Maybe you submitted this not thinking I would respond with a fic. Maybe you submitted it knowing I wouldn’t be able to resist because I’m a sucker~ Either way, let’s get into it.

Gilbert fell back on the couch with a sigh, letting his phone rest on his belly. Ludwig was the last of the night to call him and tell him that he couldn’t make it, that he was terribly sorry and that he felt awful and so on.

Gilbert’s attention wavered in and out between his brother and the candy bowl that rested firmly in his arm that he had started eating from once the first guest had canceled. He couldn’t be damned to start taking decorations down or to start putting things away, so for now he would just worry about getting rid of all the food he had bought. He had finished a beer and had started his second (He wanted to try to pace himself at the very least), and since he wasn’t going to be seeing anyone, he stripped down to shorts and a tank top. He was much more comfortable that way, and found he didn’t mind that he didn’t have any company. 

He did miss Ludwig a bit. He was grown now, had his own things to do, didn’t have time to see his big brother nearly as much as they used to. 

Gilbert tossed an empty wrapper into the trash can he had dragged over to the couch to make eating easier. He usually didn’t like sweets nearly as much as his brother, but right now they tasted just right. He wasn’t quite hungry,and that would maybe pose a problem later, but he was happy now.

He turned his TV on and put a movie on, any movie, while he opened up a few different pieces of chocolate so he could eat them at once. 

Gilbert let the time pass and absently continued eating until he felt his stomach start to protest. It grumbled weakly against his tank, a low murmur that just barely got his attention. He slid his hand down to his shirt, feeling up the very slightly bloated mass that sat on his middle. It was actually hard to the touch, and it continued its dull mumbling under his hand. He massaged it, questioning it, and let himself belch. He hadn’t ever been this full before, and hadn’t ever really felt the desire to. He had stuffed himself before, of course, but never to the point that he could see the swelling of his stomach being pushed to its capacity poking out under his shirt.

That should have been more than enough evidence for him to stop. But he allowed just one more piece, then another, then just a few more-Until he started to get uncomfortable. He turned over on the couch so he was resting on his back and supported himself up against the arm rest, hiking up his shirt so he could see the damage. The skin around his navel had turned a blush pink, and it was beginning to groan much more noisily. He pushed his fingers into it this time, not even bothering to be gentle, and found that they couldn’t push very far. It moaned at his touch, the sound slightly muffled with how much he had stuffed it. He pushed the side of the bowl down to see how much was left, and only a few pieces remained of the nearly full bowl he had started with. 

He moaned, wrapping his hands around the noisy bulge he had brought onto himself. He certainly hadn’t ever stuffed himself to this point before, and the aching pains in his stomach would give him hell for even trying. The pain was worse now that he was paying attention to it (coddling it, more like), and even still he was fighting the urge to finish the bowl.

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