Measurement and Weigh In
"Do I have to?" Loki asked in a small voice the next morning, clad in nothing but his green boxer briefs, his chubby little belly just beginning its descent over the waistband.
"What's the matter, love?" Tom asked soothingly, massaging the soft layer of fat that had settled around the god's middle.
"I told you, Thomas; I feel fat!" he huffed, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, folding his arms across his chest. Tom sighed. He wouldn't push him. Though he was curious. Loki heaved a heavy sigh as if he were being put upon in the worst way imaginable and narrowed his eyes. "What will you give me if I get on that dreadful thing? I won't let you measure me. I was a small when I moved in with you two months ago, Thomas, and I'm now a large. That's enough of a measure,"
Tom thoughtfully considered the rewards he had for Loki. "I could feed you," he offered. "Lots of pizza and chocolate cake. You like that,"
Loki blew a raspberry.
"So that's a no. How about sex?"
"You're not that good, Thomas," giggled the god.
Tom grumbled. "Belly rub?" he shrugged. Those were Loki's only motivators: food, sex, and belly rubs, and not necessarily in that order.
"Humiliation of this nature necessitates all three. You know how I hate choices," Loki said, gleefully stepping on to the scale and peering down, excitedly bouncing on the balls of his feet.
"If you don't hold still so I can see how much you weigh, I won't give you anything," the mortal warned, and Loki stilled immediately. "You've put on thirty pounds in two months. Impressive," he covered the god's mouth with his in a passionate kiss which he deepened when Loki moaned into it. Tom's hands grazed over his trickster's body, relishing the softness of it. He finally had little love handles to grab on to when Tom took him and his hips didn't dig in when Loki rutted against him. Even his collarbone and shoulder blades had softened. "I love you, Lo,"
"I love you too, Thomas. But really? Thirty pounds in two months? Ugh. I'm so depressed, I just need to eat. But first," Loki's delicate fingertips danced across the bulge that swelled in Tom's pants. "I have to work up an appetite,"