AU!
Thomas warily eyed the man staring at him from across the bar. He was dressed so strangely, like he was ready to go to a costume party. Thomas undid the button that was too snug around his middle and sighed in relief as his belly pushed outward. He rubbed it gently as he once again contemplated trying to lose some weight. As a doctor, he always felt hypocritical telling his patients to live a healthier lifestyle when he himself was so chubby. His thoughts were interrupted by the handsome stranger sitting next to him.
"Can I buy you a drink?" he purred.
"Sure," Thomas replied, less confident than he felt. Typical chubby chaser, he thought. "That's some outfit," he commented to the stranger, eyes traveling up from the leather boots to the leather pants and the heavy leather coat to the most handsomely chiseled face he'd ever seen. "I'm Thomas," he smiled, extending his hand.
"And I am Loki of Asgard. And I am burdened with glorious purpose," he replied mysteriously, eyes twinkling with mischief.
"What kind of purpose?" Tom asked shyly.
Loki rested a large, warm hand against Tom's fat belly and began gently kneading his chub. Despite the odd, unexpected contact from a total stranger, Tom was a sucker for a belly rub and allowed him to continue. The stranger who called himself Loki leaned over and whispered in Tom's ear, "I'm a feeder. If you give me tonight, I guarantee you that you'll be so happy, you won't ever have a need for these horrible singles bars again,"
This piqued Thomas' interest. He loved to eat and was often lonely. He welcomed the thought of having someone there to feed him and rub his belly when he got too full to do it himself. He took the man's other hand and they drove back to the doctor's flat.
***
"Are you ready to begin?" Loki asked after he'd procured several takeaway meals for Tom. He was starving, but didn't think he'd ever finish everything without bursting.
"Yes," he replied, obediently opening his mouth for the first slice of pizza.
"Good," Loki cooed, rubbing Tom's stomach as the first slice slid in easily. "That's my good boy,"
Tom opened for another slice, chewed, swallowed, and repeated until the entire large pie was packed in his gut. His head lolled to the side as his stomach gurgled, protesting the sudden glut of food. "Please," he panted, rubbing his round, swollen stomach.
"Please what, you greedy boy?" Loki taunted.
"Please," Tom begged, unable to stifle a huge burp. "Rub my belly," he moaned, hiccuping.
"Oh. You're full?" Loki smirked wickedly, pretending not to see how bloated Tom's stomach was.
Tom squirmed painfully, uncomfortably full. The pressure in his middle felt like it'd tear him in two. Loki placed one hand in the small of Tom's back and the other over the swell of his gut and pressed as hard as he could, coaxing a mighty belch from the doctor's lips. Tom sighed in relief and leaned back, slowly massing his distended midsection. "Thank you," he moaned weakly, hugging his belly to keep it from sloshing as he hiccuped.
"Would you like to stop?" Loki asked, slightly concerned, though hoping the answer would be no.
"No," Tom whispered, burping again as he continued massaging his tender gut.
"Good. We can continue our session, then I'll go get the funnel," Loki grinned.
***
Loki continued stuffing Tom on a daily basis for months until the once-chubby doctor was too heavy to move comfortably. His ponderous belly was so large that it was all he could do to waddle to and from the bathroom. Loki brought him his meals in bed and gave him plenty of belly rubs.
"Thank you," Tom said sleepily the night of their first anniversary. Loki was curled up next to Tom's nearly 400 pound frame as the man's hands rested on either side of his fat belly, absently stroking the swollen mass, packed full of food.
"You're welcome," Loki replied, peppering Tom's doughy tummy with kisses as he passed out, too stuffed to do anything but sleep.