Waddle-Comments
"I'll have the grilled chicken breast salad, half portion, no cheese or croutons, fat free dressing on the side, glass of water, please," Tom told the waitress.
"I'll have the half pound burger with the works, fries, and a chocolate milkshake. Oh, and a fried egg on the burger, please. On second thought, make it the full pound double burger,"
Tom looked at Loki and just shook his head. "How can you possibly be hungry? You stuffed yourself with so many waffles at breakfast, honestly, I didn't think you'd eat the rest of the day, let alone be hungry for lunch,"
"Pregnant, Thomas," Loki replied, as if that explained everything. "How are you, feeling, Thomas?" he asked, placing his hands over Tom's, searching his eyes for any hint of insecurity.
Tom sighed deeply. "I thought I was OK with being heavier. I really did. I know you don't like it when I'm really thin, I know you prefer my Coriolanus body, and I'll try to maintain that weight. But this," he rubbed his chub, "is a bit much. My back's starting to ache. I'm just not comfortable at this weight,"
"It's OK, darling. I'll support you no matter what,"
"Thanks," he smiled as the waitress put his salad in front of him.
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Loki belched and rubbed his fully belly. "That was a huge burger. I'm not sure if I can move,"
Tom chuckled. "At the very least, you can waddle,"
Tom paid the check as Loki struggled to get out of his seat but was effectively pinned in the booth by his bloated tummy. "Oof," he grunted, slowly trying to wriggle himself to the edge of the bench. He let out another huge burp and began hiccuping loudly as the food settled in his overly full stomach. He swung his legs free and rested for a moment, panting heavily and beginning to sweat, both from exertion as well as from being so incredibly full. He felt like his belly would split open and the life inside him squirmed uncomfortably, protesting his latest binge. "I know," he whispered, rubbing soothing circles into the swollen mound where the activity was localized. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to over feed you," he murmured as his head lolled back drunkenly.
"Lo? You alright?" Tom asked, concerned.
Loki, still hiccuping, nodded weakly. "Just so...so full," he burped.
Tom looked at him sympathetically. "I'm not going to tell you I told you so. Watching you waddle to the car is all the I told you so I need," he said, hoisting Loki to his feet.
"I don't waddle," the god pouted, cradling his belly as he waddled to the car, Tom's hand resting lovingly in the small of his back while the other rubbed his bloated belly.