How Did the Weight Gain Happen? (Suggested by One Partner, By Accident, Pregnancy, Etc.?)
"Lo, what do you want?" Tom asked as the god shoved Oreos into his mouth three at a time. He shook his head in amazement. "How could you eat an entire bucket of chicken plus a whole package of Oreos?"
"Mlph,"
"What?"
"M-" Loki began, then paused to chew and swallow. "Milk, Thomas!" he sighed exasperatedly through a burp, pointedly ignoring the question about his food consumption.
Tom set the jug of whole chocolate milk on the coffee table and Loki unscrewed the cap, breaking the seal before glugging the entire gallon of the rich liquid. "Really, Lo?"
"Oof," he grunted, putting his hands on either side of his swollen belly and shaking it. "Listen, Tom!" he said excitedly, burping again.
"I hear. But you always burp," he teased, gently massaging Loki's bloated gut. "My god, you're full. It's so tight!"
"I know, but didn't you hear how sloshy I am?" he asked with as much glee as he could muster.
"I did, my darling little chubster. Quite impressive. Would you like a belly rub before your nap?"
Loki twisted his face up. "I don't need a nap," he replied petulantly.
"Darling, I'm sure your overworked tummy would beg to differ,"
Loki's stomach churned and gave a loud protesting groan as if to illustrate the human's point. "Traitor," Loki whispered, cradling it gently, beginning to rub the tender underside.
"Starting to settle in? Belly feeling heavy and warm?"
"And *hic* full. Oof," Loki moaned, rubbing with both hands now. "Help me, Tom,"
"What-"
"Rub it, of course!" he snapped, burping again. "This really is all your fault. You feed me until my appetite returns, under the guise of 'getting some meat on my bones,' then keep feeding me. It's *hic* ridiculous," Loki was huffing and puffing with indignation-and exertion-as he tried, unsuccessfully, to heave himself from the couch. "Then you had to get me pregnant so now I'm eating even more. Now help me up!"
"You could've said no. I didn't exactly tie you down and force feed you," Tom muttered with a grin, holding his hands out and, with no small effort, hoisting the god to his feet, watching as Loki waddled to the stairs. Tom chuckled. "Hormones,"