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The apartment smelled like crispy heaven, the aroma of fried chicken so intoxicating it made Shoto’s stomach flutter before he even touched a single piece. He froze for a moment, taking in the spread laid out across the low table like some sort of golden banquet. There was the massive KFC family meal tub—glimmering, hot, perfect pieces of chicken, seasoned and golden-brown. Surrounding it were the sides: buttery mashed potatoes with gravy pooling in the middle, creamy macaroni and cheese that steam curled off, corn in a small bowl, and a basket piled high with biscuits, each one golden and pillowy. And then there was the two-liter bottle of cola, condensation dripping onto the table, promising fizzy relief for his growing hunger.
Shoto’s stomach growled audibly, and he pressed a hand to it reflexively. His lips were pink from excitement—or maybe nerves. “I… I can eat all of this,” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. He picked up the first drumstick, the warmth of the chicken almost radiating through his fingers. As he sank his teeth into it, the crunch and flavor made him pause briefly, eyes fluttering shut, letting a small, accidental burp slip past. It startled him enough that a hiccup followed almost immediately, jerking his shoulders.
Katsuki, leaning against the counter with that familiar smirk tugging at his lips, stepped closer. “Already hiccuping, huh? You really planning on eating all that and still standing, snowman?” He let his hand hover just above Shoto’s stomach, teasing, waiting.
Shoto pressed back instinctively, shivering at the heat of the contact. “…Feels… good,” he admitted, voice soft and trembling slightly, almost shy. Another small burp escaped as he lifted another piece of chicken, this one bigger than the first. His shirt, snug at the shoulders, was already stretching slightly as his belly grew taut with the first few bites.
Katsuki chuckled low, reaching down to press a palm against Shoto’s taut midsection. “Feel that? That’s your belly telling you to stop… but you’re not, are you?” His thumb traced lazy circles over the swell, teasing, coaxing the first deep, shaky burp from Shoto’s lips.
Shoto’s response was a soft whine, and he leaned into Katsuki’s hand, letting the pressure help move the gas trapped in his already swelling stomach. He picked up a second drumstick and went a little faster this time, savoring every bite but letting the food do its work in stretching him. Each swallow made the buttons on his shirt pull slightly, each hiccup followed by a breathy moan.
“Mm… look at you. Hiccuping, whining, and still reaching for more,” Katsuki murmured, fingers pressing just enough to push Shoto’s belly out, accentuating the roundness, pressing a little deeper with each burp. “You like being this full, huh?”
Shoto’s lips parted in a soft, breathy moan right after a long belch. “…Y-yes… feels… amazing…” Another hiccup rattled through him, and his hands instinctively rubbed slow, gentle circles over the taut swell. The pressure from Katsuki’s palm made every little movement send tiny burps and squeaky hiccups tumbling out of him. He let out a shaky laugh, pink cheeks pressed against the smirk that Katsuki cast him. “So… heavy,” he whispered.
Katsuki’s grin widened, watching as Shoto moved on to the sides. He picked up a small scoop of mashed potatoes, loaded it onto his fork, and gave a soft sigh. “I… I can’t… stop.” Another hiccup broke free, shaking him slightly. He raised it to his lips, swallowing slowly, letting the warm, creamy texture coat his already sensitive belly. Every bite seemed to make him swell more, his shirt tightening until the fabric stretched across the curve of his stomach, buttons threatening to give way.
Katsuki knelt down beside him, hand pressing into Shoto’s taut belly as the small mounds of mashed potatoes and gravy were consumed. “Mm… yeah, that’s it. Every bite… every burp… mine,” he murmured, thumb kneading soft circles, pressing to coax every tiny burp out. Shoto’s face flushed a deeper pink, lips parting in a gasp as the next hiccup spilled into a soft moan. His small hands rubbed at his own belly, kneading and pressing against the taut, overstretched skin, wanting more pressure, more sensation, more… everything.
The corn and mac and cheese came next. Shoto was getting sloppy now, little drops of gravy and cheese clinging to his fingers, which he pressed automatically to his lips between bites. Each forkful made him hiccup or burp, soft whimpers escaping with every noise his belly produced. Katsuki’s hand never left the swell, pressing, coaxing, teasing, encouraging, brushing a stray strand of damp hair from Shoto’s forehead. “Mm… look at you, brat… eating it all and whining like a little brat. I love it.”
Shoto’s soft, shaky moan was cut off by a hiccup-burp combo, breath hitching, hands instinctively rubbing his full, round belly. “…K-Katsuki… more… please…” His voice was soft, pleading, eyes wide and glassy, cheeks red and warm. Katsuki chuckled low, pressing a little harder, kneading slow, indulgent circles over the taut swell. “You’re ridiculous… fine, one more bite. Eat it right here. All mine.”
By the time he moved on to the basket of biscuits, Shoto’s belly was massive, stretched tight against his pants, round and taut. Each biscuit was a small, sweet battle as he tried to maneuver it past the fullness in his stomach. Each bite, each swallow, made him hiccup again, tiny whimpers and moans mixing into the soundtrack of overstuffed bliss. Katsuki leaned down, brushing a finger against Shoto’s lips to catch stray crumbs, licking them off slowly, murmuring praise.
The last drumstick and final biscuit were practically ceremonial. Shoto’s hands shook, his stomach stretched so tight he could feel every corner of it pressing outward. With Katsuki pressing firm, indulgent circles over his taut belly, each bite was punctuated with tiny burps and hiccups. By the time it was done, Shoto sagged against Katsuki, eyes half-lidded, chest rising and falling with soft whimpers and occasional breathy moans, hiccup-burps escaping nonstop.
And then came the cola. Shoto tilted the bottle slowly, aware of every curve of his already overstuffed belly, letting the fizzy liquid swell his gut further. His hiccups came faster, paired with shaky whines and breathy moans as the carbonation churned within him. Katsuki pressed firm but gentle hands over the taut swell, coaxing and guiding each burp, whispering indulgent words, “Mine… every sound… all mine, brat.”
Shoto’s body pressed fully into Katsuki’s lap, thighs splayed slightly, hips nudging, stomach swollen, round, and taut. His hiccups and breathy moans punctuated every press, every tease, every hand tracing the swollen curves of his belly. He rubbed and kneaded his own taut, overfull stomach, nudging into Katsuki’s palm whenever a particularly long, satisfying burp rattled out of him. “…Feels… so good… full… please…” His voice was soft, needy, and raw with pleasure and embarrassment alike.
Katsuki’s fingers traced circles over the stretched swell, pressing firm but indulgent, coaxing every burp and hiccup. He tilted Shoto slightly, brushing damp hair from the flushed face, kissing along his jaw, murmuring low praise: “Mine… mine, brat… can’t even move, huh? I love it. Every inch of you stuffed and squirming… perfect.”
Shoto’s legs trembled, soft hiccups shaking his frame as he let out another long, breathy moan. “Mm… K-Katsuki… don’t stop…” His small hands pressed into his own taut belly, moving over the smooth, stretched skin, rocking slightly with each belch that spilled out. Katsuki chuckled low, pressing tighter, rubbing slowly, drawing out every squeaky, helpless, contented sound. “…I’m not… stopping. Not until you melt completely… every burp, every hiccup, every moan… all yours.”
Finally, Shoto sagged into Katsuki’s lap fully, completely defeated, taut belly heavy and round, hiccups, whimpers, and soft moans continuing as Katsuki pressed, teased, and praised indulgently. The last bite, last sip, last biscuit and drumstick were gone, but the feeling lingered: stretched, full, utterly spoiled, melting into Katsuki’s arms. His tiny burps shook through his chest, breathless and needy, every motion a reminder of how full, cared-for, and utterly loved he was.
Katsuki leaned back, hands still on the taut, swollen belly, murmuring low, possessive praise. “Mine… all mine. You did so good… my perfect, stuffed snowman. Nap now, hiccups and all.” And with that, Shoto finally sagged fully, soft hiccups and gentle moans punctuating a deep, full nap, pressed against Katsuki, utterly pampered and completely, blissfully stuffed.