Birthday Present
"Happy birthday, darling," Tom leaned against Loki, giving him a gentle belly massage before slipping out of bed.
The baby inside him squirmed furiously against the hunger pangs. "Hurry up, we're famished," he whined.
"You greedy, chubby thing," Tom chuckled. "I'll bring you something to snack on while you wait,"
He returned with a family sized box of cereal, a box of Pop Tarts, and a gallon of chocolate milk. "Thank you," the god smiled as he tore into the cereal, shoving handfuls of Cocoa Puffs into his face.
"You're welcome, baby," Tom smiled, setting back down on the bed waiting for Loki to finish. At the pace he was going, the human knew he wouldn't have to wait long.
The god finished the food then washed it all down with the milk. Tom watched with fascination as Loki's belly swelled before his eyes. He was endlessly fascinated by his husband's gravid form, especially when he was stuffed with food as well as baby. The trickster let out a huge burp then leaned back against the pillows, panting. "Ooof. That was a lot of milk," he said sheepishly, rubbing his gut.
"I know, baby," Tom cooed, gently massaging Loki's belly soothingly until the god was lightly dozing. Within thirty minutes, Tom returned with every sort of breakfast item Loki had ever shown an interest in, watching with affection as he devoured it as if he hadn't eaten in months.
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"Tom!" Loki whined loudly. He could smell food, he hadn't been fed for two hours, and he was famished despite his stomach still being swollen from breakfast. He was sure he hadn't even begun to digest his previous meal, but he was ruled by his appetite.
Tom entered with a tray laden with rich Italian dishes and hand fed each to Loki until the god, beyond satiation, finished every last morsel.
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Dinner was soul food: macaroni and cheese, fried chicken, cornbread, gumbo...Loki loved it and ate it greedily, including the pecan pie and bread pudding. By the time he'd finished, he was unable to get his hands around his own turgid middle. He squirmed and whined, unable to move under its heft and eventually fell back against the pillows with a huge burp. "Ow," he said softly.
"You OK?" Tom asked sympathetically with a smirk. "Get enough to eat?"
"Ow," he said again, gently rubbing at his full breasts.
For the first time, Tom noticed fat beads of Loki's milk leaking from his nipples. "Is that...are...has your milk come in?" he breathed in wonder.
Loki nodded weakly. "It came in last week and the more I eat, the fuller they get. I've eaten far too much," he moaned, hiccuping, the spasm causing his fat teats and full belly to jiggle painfully. "Ow," he moaned, cupping his breasts to stop the movement before allowing them to rest full and heavy on top of his swollen belly. He rubbed his bloated middle until the hiccups stopped, then cradled his hugely swollen stomach.
"Oh, baby, are they terribly sore?" Tom asked sympathetically."
"Yes," Loki said softly as he kneaded the tender flesh.
OK," Tom whispered soothingly, settling into Loki's lap and latching on. He rubbed Loki's belly as he nursed, enjoying how warm and full he felt as he took in Loki's thick, sweet milk. By the time he drained both breasts, Loki was snoring softly, his full belly finally having lulled him to sleep. Tom climbed from Loki's lap and turned to face the god, resting his own warm, full belly against Loki's.