All-You-Can-Eat
"Loki, you can't just waddle up there with your belly hanging out! At least do up your pants," Tom hissed, mortified.
Loki leaned back and sucked in, fighting against the stretched out elastic of his sweats. They wouldn't go past his hips, wide in preparation for the impending birth of their child, and his plump ass cheeks spilled out over the waistband. That wouldn't have been so bad had Loki been able to locate a shirt he'd have been able to tug down over his belly; or a sweatshirt he could've zipped up over it. At any rate, there they were, Tom glowering at the ripe god spread out in the booth across from him. "So good!" Loki moaned orgasmically, stroking his belly.
"If you keep eating, you're gonna get stuck in there just like Winnie the Pooh,"
Loki stuck his tongue out and, by the grace of god, managed to unwedge his swollen body from the booth for his fifth plate of Chinese food. Tom buried his face in his hands until he heard Loki's labored breathing signaling his return. "Ooof," he groaned, working his way back into the booth.
"Lo...you're sweating like a pig,"
"Well, excuse me if your child has a tremendous appetite. I mean, really, Thomas," Loki lectured through a mouthful of fried rice. "If you had it your way, I wouldn't be enjoying this pregnancy at all,"
"I'm simply suggesting," Tom said gently, "that you wouldn't be so hot and uncomfortable all the time if you weren't always overeating,"
"I thought you liked me like this. Full with your baby and fat from your food," he said in a small voice, looking and sounding very hurt.
"I do, Lo. I love how big and fat you've gotten for me. Look how round you are," he cooed, sliding next to the god and hand feeding him crab rangoon as he rubbed his fat stomach. "Look at this. You're so beautiful,"
Loki purred and arched his tummy further into Tom's hand with a loud burp. "Mmm. I'm so full. And," he hiccuped, "and fat. I love what you've made me. Love being fat and full and pregnant, tits fat with milk for you. Are you hungry?" he asked as seductively as he could, given how bloated he was.
"Mmmm," Tom murmured. "Let's get you home. It's time for my all you can eat,"
"Get me dessert first," Loki demanded, belching. "I've got more room so it's not all I can eat. I didn't get my money's worth,"
Tom groaned in frustration. "Firstly, this," he gestured to the copious amounts of dishes scattered around the table, "is all you should eat. More, in fact. And secondly, I'm paying and am quite satisfied with the value I've gotten,"
"Nope," Loki replied stubbornly unwilling, or unable, to budge. "Dessert, Thomas," he said more insistently.
"Fine," Tom grumbled, returning with a plate piled high with cookies and soft pillows of freshly fried dough dusted in sugar. Loki devoured every last morsel greedily and had to be physically helped from the booth, his belly having wedged itself firmly beneath the table's edge. "Are you happy now, my hefty boy?" Tom hissed, bright red as Loki waddled out of the restaurant, rubbing slow circles into his swollen belly and burping loudly, oblivious to the stares and whispers of the other patrons that followed his slow progress out the door.
"Quite," he grunted, falling heavily into the passenger seat, his belly much too distended for the seat belt to fasten across his middle. He was vaguely aware that if he didn't suck in, he could feel it grazing the dashboard. He wasn't sure why, but he felt a great deal of satisfaction in that fact. He placed his chubby hands on either side of his bloated gut and closed his eyes, gently rubbing up and down, relishing the feeling of total, albeit painful, fullness. "Imma need a belly rub when we get home," he informed Tom sleepily.
"Of course, my greedy thing. Anything you need," he smiled, patting Loki's tummy and smiling when the god burped. When they got home, Tom helped Loki to bed and rutted up against his full belly as he burped lazily until the trickster passed out, leaving the mortal sexually frustrated, but happy.