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What a rollercoaster of a start to JRWIweek.
The day had started out fine enough. Charlie woke in his hotel room feeling well rested and energized for their first day of recording week, and met up with the rest of the crew in the hotel dining area for a big breakfast. Hotel foods were never the greatest, but Charlie loaded up his plate anyway, with soggy scrambled eggs, slightly overcooked sausage and bacon, dry biscuits, underwhelming waffles, a mealy apple, a glass of orange juice - a little bit of everything. He tried to ignore the slightly incredulous look from the hotel staff at the amount of food piled up on his plate, but he was starving, and he knew he needed the surplus to get through the rest of the morning. Recording days meant long, long hours, and while he'd have snacks on hand to help him get through it, it always made things easier to start it all off with a really big meal.
He was used to getting strange stares in public, but even his friends were acting a little odd today. He couldn't quite explain what felt so off, but there was something about they way they were looking at him, in inconsistent little glances. A fleeting smirk across Grizzly's face, quickly hidden behind his hand as he looked away. Condi stealing glances at his plate while Milo seemed unusually intent on keeping her focus locked on his eyes. Bizly was barely looking at him at all, fixated on his own plate, his gaze only flicking up for a moment or two when spoken to before looking back down again. They were talking to him the same. They chatted casually about their lives, and about the recording sessions ahead. Maybe their nerves were just a little high, or he was reading too much into things.
He ate fast, trying not to hold the others up too long even with how much larger his breakfast was than theirs. The taste wasn't much to linger on anyway. He felt a bit winded as he packed in the last bites, but not more than he couldn't handle. Large meals like this were a routine at this point, to keep his hunger in check. Grizz reached over as he finished, taking his plate from him. "I'll clean this up for you." They smiled at him. "You go ahead and go get ready." They picked up the plate, keeping the fork from sliding off with their thumb placed over tines, where his mouth had been.
Condi looked over at him as he cleaned up his own plate. "You sure that's going to be enough for you? You want me to bring you any more?"
Charlie shook his head. "No, this should last me a while." He jokingly patted his stomach. "I'm stuffed."
Condi gave him a sly grin, with a look in his eyes that Charlie couldn't quite discern. "Yeah, I bet you are."
From there, the group headed straight to the studio. It felt like coming home, walking onto their little set, decorated with props and trinkets that carried memories of good times spent playing d&d with his friends. The mood was instantly set, and being there in person with his closest friends just filled him with energy and excitement. They switched on the cameras, adjusted the microphones, set out character sheets and dice, all the usual prep work, before taking their places around the table, and Grizz led them all into the session.
The first couple hours, Charlie was totally immersed. Gillion took front and center in his mind, the twists and turmoils of the world of Mana more real and important than anything else. He battled and bantered, and before he knew it, it was time for their first break.
As the others talked among themselves or headed off to the bathroom, Charlie bee-lined it for the kitchen. It hadn't been too long since breakfast and the meal had been hearty, but even still he knew he needed to top it off with a little snack. He wasn't quite hungry yet - while the feeling of fullness had certainly faded, he could tell there was still some amount of breakfast left to be digested. But he knew it wouldn't last too much longer, another hour or so at most. That's how his body worked, how it had always worked. He got hungry Fast, and his hunger needed to be avoided. So any chance he got to fill up on snacks between meals, he knew he had to take it.
The studio had a small kitchenette, stocked with mostly imperishables that would last during their time away. Or at least it was supposed to be stocked. As Charlie investigated the cupboards, he found them bare, nothing left but a couple sauce packets and an empty granola bar box. He frowned, opening the fridge. Plenty of waters, but nothing of any flavor or substance. He took a water, cracking it open and taking a sip as he returned back to his friends. "Did we forget to restock on snacks last time we were here? I thought we did, but there's nothing left in there. It looks ransacked."
Grizz had looked very focused on his notes, but his eyes snapped up suddenly with a twitch of his lips. "Oh, weird. I guess we must have forgotten. You sure there's nothing left?"
Charlie shook his head. "Just water, nothing else."
Milo was smiling tightly like she was trying to hold herself together. "Damn, nothing at all? Did you eat it all last time? You musta been reeaally hungry.
"Not all of it, I don't think, but I dunno. Maybe I just forgot. We should place a delivery order or something, unless we wanna go out to the store now."
"Don't worry about it," Condi chimed in. "We've got lunch coming already. We'll stock everything else later."
Without much other option, Charlie sat back down, a little bit of anxiety eating at him. Bizly rejoined them from the bathroom a few moments later. He seemed to be trying to avoid eye contact again. Charlie caught his gaze for just a moment, before Bizly quickly looked away. He rubbed at the back of his neck nervously. "That's weird, man. I dunno."
They got back into session. The story pulled him back in, and he lost himself in it, for a little while. Until that familiar ache began to take over his middle, and a gnawing at the back of his head. He tried to focus, taking out his nervous energy through Gillion, riled up and boisterous. It was just the first sensations of hunger, but he dreaded what was to follow if it got much worse. Surely lunch would be there soon, and he wouldn't have to worry about it.
Another break in the session, a time when they should have had lunch, but it still hadn't arrived. Charlie anxiously crossed his arms over his chest, drumming his fingers. "How much longer til food gets here? Is there a tracker, or-"
"Don't worry about it, Charlie." Grizz sounded way too casual, and he really didn't like it. "It'll get here when it gets here."
"I'm getting pretty hungry, Grizz. You know about my condition. I can't wait too much longer."
"I know. It's fine. Just be patient, it'll be here soon."
They started up again. This time the party was split, and Charlie sat back in silence, listening to the others roleplaying amongst themselves. He was finding it harder and harder to stay focused. His stomach was fully empty now, that was certain. And in the absence of food, it was cramping and twisting in on itself, dull pain radiating through his middle. He placed a hand over his belly, feeling the give, the concave flesh pressing in easily and a little groan sounding at the disruption, like the growling of a beast. He grimaced, grabbing his water with his other hand and taking a sip, hoping to soothe it a little. It didn't seem to help, only prompting a louder, wetter gurgle as his stomach churned around the meager, calorie-less liquid.
Condi looked over at him. "Wow, you really are hungry."
Irritation flared up, and Charlie struggled to push it down. "Yes, you knew that. Thanks for stating the obvious." Fuck, that came out harsh. He felt bad, even as his bestial anger was rising. Condi just smirked a bit, and turned his focus back to the game.
Charlie reached for his water again, trying to cool off, but the beast was wide awake now and showed no signs of settling down. His belly groaned again, and he could feel the vibration under his fingers. Every ripple as his stomach twinged and squeezed around nothing sent waves of pain throughout his abdomen, and he winced, beginning to curl in on himself. His hand clenched tightly over his tummy and he hugged himself close with the other arm as well. He was well and truly miserable, and he didn't understand why his friends didn't care. With every groan of hunger, he'd catch one or more of them looking at him, with some glimmer in their eyes that he couldn't understand. All he knew is that he was hungry, and they were keeping food from him. He felt sure of that now. The beast snarled in his ears. This was intentional. The missing food from the kitchen, the delay waiting for lunch, their nonchalant tone through this whole ordeal. It was really pissing him off. Rage bubbled up inside him as he hunched over, arms wrapped tightly around himself. If they wanted him to starve, then fine. He would starve. He didn't care. He didn't even want to eat anymore. He'd just sit here and go hungry indefinitely, if that's what they really wanted.
"Charlie." Grizzly's voice cut through his thoughts.
"What? What the fuck do you want?" He snapped at them, teeth bared with a fire in his eyes.
They all jumped, completely taken aback. The moment of stunned silence that followed was punctuated by a monstrous growling from Charlie's stomach, and Grizz sputtered out a little laugh. "Jesus, Charlie, its just Gillion’s turn. No need to bark at me."
"Hasn't this gone on long enough?" His eyes snapped over to Bizly, who looked distressed. "He's clearly starving, can't we just let him eat now?"
Grizz nodded, holding up placating hands. "Yes, don't worry, I agree with you. Food is on the way, for real this time. I just sent the order, priority delivery. I promise you won't have to wait much longer."
So it was on purpose then. He seethed with rage, glaring at everyone like he was trying to explode them with his mind. His beast wanted him to lash out and scream at them, but his throat felt so tight it was hard to get any words out. He scoffed, turning his head to stare at the wall. "Whatever."
Condi scooted his chair closer. "Poor hungry guy. It sounds so painful. Can I feel?" He reached out his hand, and Charlie flinched away from him, til the angle made it difficult to lean and farther and he lifted his hand to swat him away. "Heyy, hey, I just wanna help you out. Make you feel a little better. Don't you want that?"
He felt like kicking him, but he felt stiff. Rooted to his chair. "I don't care. I'm fine."
"C'mon now, Charlie. Let me touch." He reached out again and gently prodded at his arms, and Charlie huffed and uncrossed them, dropping them down to his sides. Whatever. They wanted him to starve, they wanted to invade his space. Whatever, it didn't matter. Let them do whatever they wanted, he didn't care. Bunch of assholes, see if he ever trusted them with anything again.
Condi gingerly placed his hand over his belly. Nearly instantly, his stomach rippled and groaned under his fingers, and Condi pressed in, letting out a little breath of awe. He began to rub small circles, kneading at his soft, empty tummy in a way that, admittedly, felt a little bit good. Grizz and Milo were coming around the table too, scooting their chairs as close as they could, while Bizly hung back, watching with a nervous expression. Grizz reached around from slightly behind him on Condi's side, while Milo sat on his right. All three caressed his middle as it growled needily, the muscles underneath spasming and clenching. The attention from their hands felt good, but he just stared at the ceiling, fuming.
"God, you're so empty." Grizzly's voice was soft and reverent, as he leaned in to rest his head against his shoulder. "Not a single bit of food left in you."
"Absolutely starving, you poor thing." Milo leaned on his other side, practically draping herself over him.
"You're a bunch of freaks," Charlie sneered, pointedly ignoring the tingles of pleasure radiating from their touch. "Aren't you gonna torture me too, Bizly? Just gonna sit there and watch, you asshole?"
Bizly shook his head, sheepishly turning his gaze away. "No, that's too freaky for me. They persuaded me to go along with letting you get hungry, but I'd rather just watch from here, thank you."
There was a knock at the door, and with the other's attention thoroughly taken, Bizly got up to answer it. Sounded like their food had arrived, surprisingly quickly like Grizzly had promised. Not that he cared. He wasn't interested in eating anymore. Bizly's footsteps scuffed down the hallway and when he came back into view, he was carrying a large stack of boxes, wedged under his chin. He staggered slightly with the weight of the awkward stack, til he got them all set safely down on the table. Grizz caught him eyeing them and grinned. "There's a little bit for us, but most of that is for you. You've been hungry long enough, its time for that empty tummy of yours to be all filled up." They pat his belly affectionately, and Charlie screwed up his face in disgust.
Condi and Milo got up to sort through the boxes, and Grizz took the opportunity to scoot around to where Condi had been at his left side. Charlie stared down at where Grizzly's hand was tenderly massaging his grumbling belly. "What's the point of all this? You like seeing me in pain? You getting off to this?"
Grizzly's eyes glittered. "Mmm, maybe. Maybe I've always wanted to have you hungry and helpless under my hands. What about it?"
"You're a sick fucker, that's what."
They chuckled a bit, and he felt the fury burning hotter in his chest. "That's your beast talking. It can't fool me. You're into this too, I know you are. Maybe not so much the hunger, maybe that's just me, but, I know you like to eat. I know you like to be full. And we're gonna make you full, Charlie. Just you wait."
"I'm not eating. Fuck you."
"Oh you will. If you won't feed yourself, we'll do it for you. Actually, we're going to do it for you either way."
Three boxes were slid across the table to Charlie's seat, and two taken away into the kitchen. Grizz finally removed his hands to open up the boxes instead, keeping them pointedly turned away and hiding their contents from view as Condi and Milo took their seats again close by. Bizly also sat down, but didn't make any moves to get closer, just observing from a few feet away.
Grizz closed up two of the boxes and pulled the third one closer, which Charlie could see now contained a lineup of 10 pan fried dumplings. Steam gently wafted upwards carrying such a tantalizing scent, prompting his mouth to start watering and his stomach to let out a needy rumble, even as the beast stubbornly made his throat feel tight. Grizz smiled as him as they opened up a pair of chopsticks. "We each picked out a course for you we thought you'd like. Not sure how well they all mix together, but hopefully they'll all be good anyway." He cheerily clicked his chopsticks together before picking up the first dumpling and lifting it towards him. "Open up."
Charlie shook his head, crossing his arms again and leaning back defiantly. He should have walked away, but his legs felt so shaky, he couldn't make himself get up.
"Open." Grizz reached out with his other hand and took hold of his chin. Charlie tried to wrench it away, but he held fast. "Charlie, don't be difficult. I know you're starving." He pressed the dumpling forward up against his lips. That wonderful smell filled his nostrils and his stomach turned over in agony. Mentally cursing, he parted his lips, and the dumpling was quickly shoved inside. Warm soft dough touched his tongue, and as he bit through, savory juices spilled out into his mouth. His walls crumbled for a moment, his anger temporarily forgotten as he chewed. The flavors overwhelmed him, salty pork, sweet cabbage, a slight tang of soy sauce. The dough was so tender with just a little crispness on the bottom. Another twinge from his middle reminded him just how hungry he was, and he quickly pushed it all back and swallowed with a little involuntary whimper. His stomach gurgled excitedly as the first bite entered, eager to get to work. Charlie sat dazed for a moment, lost, before his eyes snapped back over to Grizzly, who was watching him closely with a sparkle in their eye.
"This is really fucked up, you know that?"
"Hush." The remaining bite of dumpling was pressed to his mouth again. He begrudgingly let it in, glaring daggers into his soul.
The beast bristled with every bite that was forced into his mouth. Logically, this made no sense, being starving but refusing to feed himself, but the beast didn't care about logic. If he didn't feed it enough when he first started to feel hungry, he would get locked up into paralyzing anger, only capable of lashing out in defense while his condition worsened. The beast hated this treatment, being force fed like a stubborn pet. But with a little nagging, Charlie continued to open his mouth. The dumplings were really good, he couldn't deny that. And feeling his hollow belly slowly filling up was so relieving. Even through his anger, the natural desires of his body were winning over. He needed to eat. He couldn't keep fighting it for much longer.
Charlie flinched as a hand touched his right shoulder. Milo gently ran her fingers up and down his arm in a sort of comforting way. She and Condi were transfixed watching him, awe evident on their faces. Grizz hadn't stopped smiling either. He hummed happily as he fed Charlie the fifth dumpling. "You're doing so good. See, this isn't so bad, is it? You feeling better yet?" Charlie grunted irritably around his mouthful, but obediently opened his mouth again after swallowing, Grizz quickly filling it with the next bite.
By dumpling number seven, the chopsticks had been abandoned. Grizz fed the dumpling to him by hand, Charlie's lips brushing his fingers as he pressed the dough between them. They got more bold with each bite, pressing just a little bit deeper. The beast urged Charlie to bite him, but its control was starting to wane, and he closed his lips gently around the tips of his fingers, a light remnant of saliva being left behind when they dragged them out. Grizzly's face was flushed a gentle pink, and they giggled delightedly. "Good boy," they breathed softly.
Bizly had been mostly averting his eyes, looking around the set or down at his lap, but he was watching them now. He was locked on to Charlie's lips as Grizzly's fingers so gingerly slid between them, his own fists clenched tightly in his lap. Charlie caught his eye, and he quickly turned away again, not looking back.
At last all ten dumplings had been consumed, and the worst of his anger had mostly faded. Grizz closed up the box and set it aside before reaching out to set his hand over Charlie's belly again. He wasn't quite full yet. There was still a fair bit of space left, and he could still feel hunger gnawing at him, though not nearly as intense as it had been before. Grizz seemed pleased, as they rubbed and prodded around. "Not so empty anymore. But you've still got a ways to go." They seemed reluctant to move away, lingering a little longer, but eventually they gave his tummy a gentle pat and scooted back, trading places with Condi, who reached out for another box.
This time the box opened to reveal a large serving of pasta, tortellini smothered with a meat sauce and melted cheeses. Condi carefully lifted the hot dish from the box and set it on the table in front of him. Milo handed him a fork, and he stirred the noodles around, steam billowing into the air. Cheese stretched from the fork as he lifted up a bite, and Charlie unconsciously licked his lips. Condi chuckled at him. "Eager, are you? Does it look good?"
A spark of annoyance flared for a moment but he still opened his mouth automatically as Condi moved the fork towards it. He let out an involuntary moan at the flavor as his lips closed around the first bite. His face burned with embarrassment, and Condi laughed, but god it was so delicious. Rich, perfectly seasoned marinara, mixed with chunks of sausage with just the right amount of kick and smooth, creamy cheeses. He swirled a tortellini noodle around his mouth, pressing it against his teeth and tonguing along the creases before biting it open and licking out the cheesy filling inside. Condi watched him chew, eyes drifting across his lips and jaw and down to the bob of his throat when he finally swallowed. He grinned wryly. "Well, was it good?"
"Shut ummff-" Condi shoved another fork full of pasta into his mouth the moment he opened it to speak, but it was getting harder to stay mad about it when the food was so damn good.
As Condi continued to feed him, Charlie's mind continued to clear, til the beast of his hunger receded back into the shadows. And at some point it dawned on him how strange this situation was. He could feed himself. He no longer felt locked in place by anger. He was perfectly capable of taking the fork from Condi's hands and finishing his meal on his own. And yet, as bite after bite was raised tenderly up to his lips, he found that he didn't really want to. It was kind of nice, the softness in Condi's touch as he gently held his jaw with his other hand each time he slid in another bite. The soothing feeling of Grizzly's hand slipping around to caress his belly again, gingerly running his hands over the warm surface and rubbing little circles as he approached fullness. Not needing to lift a finger when a bit of sauce spilled down his chin, Condi immediately moving in to brush it away with his thumb. This doting affection, forced upon him and somewhat overwhelming, but it felt good, letting them have control. Just sitting back and indulging in the pleasure of being served good food.
Condi seemed to notice the difference in his demeanor, the tenseness in his muscles finally loosening as he calmed down, and he smiled at him. "You feeling better now that you've got food in your belly, huh?" Charlie nodded a little, mouth still too full to respond. "Good. Good boy. That's all we want, is to make you feel good." Flush rushed to his cheeks, and he hurried to swallow the rest of the food in his mouth so he could speak, but before he got out a word, Condi leaned forward and pressed their lips together. Charlie's eyes widened, as he was pushed back in his chair, one of Condi's hands holding onto his shoulder, the other moving down to his stomach, feeling around, pressing in. He let out a little whine and his eyes fluttered shut, letting Condi have his way. His beard was a little scratchy, but his lips were soft. He lingered for several moments before pulling away. "No need to talk, pretty boy. Just let us take care of you. Ok?"
Charlie nodded quickly, mumbling out something like "Mmwahuh," completely frazzled.
"That's a good boy." Condi sat back and scooped up another forkful of pasta, which he took into his mouth without question.
"You sure gave in pretty quickly, didn't you?" Grizzly murmured low right into Charlie's ear, sending a tingle down his spine. "Where'd all that fight go?"
Milo nuzzled into him from the other side. "He likes being pampered like this. He's so greedy for attention."
Grizz pressed a kiss to his jawline. "Greedy, greedy boy."
Three quarters of the way through the tortellini, Charlie was comfortably full, but the feeding didn't stop until the entire dish was empty. He moaned as he swallowed the last bite, letting his head fall back and trying to catch his breath. This wasn't quite as full as he'd been after breakfast this morning, but he knew there was still another box sitting on the table waiting for him. They weren't done with him yet. Hands roamed over his belly, now gently rounded under his shirt, and Grizz pulled his face to the side to kiss him properly now that his mouth was no longer occupied. They were manhandling him like a doll, but it felt so good, he couldn't bring himself to push them away. He caught Bizly's eye again as he was released from the kiss, and while he broke eye contact quickly, this time he didn't fully look away. He just quietly stared as the others continued administering their affections to Charlie and his full tummy.
After a minute, Milo sat back, pulling the third box closer. But she didn't open it herself, instead turning to look at Bizly. "Alright, stop delaying. Its your turn."
Bizly shifted uncomfortably. "Do I have to? This is y'all's thing, not mine, so-"
"Yes, you're doing it. I told you, you're gonna like it. Now get over here." She scooted her seat back, leaving space for Bizly to move his chair closer, which he did with a deeply anxious look on his face.
Condi opened up the box and pushed it towards Bizly. Inside was a tall stack of mini crab cakes, each one no more than 2 inches across, with beautiful golden sear marks on each side. Bizly hovered his hand over the box. "Can I use a fork, or…"
Milo shook her head. "We specified finger food for a reason. Just use your hands." Bizly nodded a little miserably and reached in carefully pull one out. "Try to give it all in one bite. It'll fall apart otherwise."
Charlie watched him closely, trying to read his thoughts. He'd seen the way he'd been staring earlier, while Grizz was feeding him. Maybe he'd get over his uncertainty if he were to…
Bizly looked back at him, hesitating a moment before raising the crab cake up, and Charlie opened his mouth to accept it. He held it so lightly at the edge, as if to avoid accidentally touching him, but Charlie leaned forward, fully encompassing the cake and closing around the tips of Bizly's fingers. He sat back, fingers slipping from his lips with a little wet pop, and he hummed in approval as he savored the new flavors. The patty was warm and practically melted in his mouth, the sweet taste of crab perfectly complimented by hints of dijon, parsley, and red onion. He swallowed, and Bizly let out a breath that he'd apparently been holding. A deep flush had spread over his face, and he just stared in awe before Milo elbowed him in the ribs and he hurriedly reached for another crab cake. This time, as it approached, Charlie stretched out his tongue, making sure to catch a taste of his fingers as he took the cake from him. Bizly sputtered, struggling to form words. His voice came out almost a whisper. "Was- Is it good?"
Charlie nodded emphatically with a "Mmhmm," and Bizly grinned, looking relieved and a little giddy.
"Good. That's good."
"Told ya." Milo elbowed him again, and he shoved her playfully, reaching back into the box with his other hand.
Very quickly, the level of fullness from that morning was surpassed, and as good as the food was, the tightness in his belly was becoming uncomfortable. He was slowing down, each mouthful taking longer to chew, as he mustered the energy to swallow and stretch out his stomach just a little bit further. Halfway through, he dropped his head to his chest with a groan, but Grizzly quickly reached over and tilted his chin back up. "Ah-ah-ah, you're not done yet. Open up."
They tugged at his jaw, and Charlie whimpered as more food was pushed into mouth. He forced it down, and looked over at Grizz with pleading eyes. "I'm ssso full, I don't… I need a minute…"
Bizly looked sympathetic. "Should we call it here? He's been… you've eaten so much, Charlie."
"Noo, he's not quite done yet." Grizz tenderly cupped the side of his face, brushing his thumb across his cheek. "He's gonna finish everything we've got for him. Every last bite. Aren't you, Charlie? You want that, don't you? You want to be good for us?"
His belly felt so heavy, and ached from the pressure. It strained tightly against his clothes and internally against his diaphragm, making it harder to take in a deep breath. The hungry groans from before had turned into lively gurgles of digestion. Lethargy was settling over him as all his body's energy was focused on churning the mass of food inside of him. His limit had already been pushed. Continuing on would only lead to more discomfort. And yet, there was something alluring about this state he was in, and about the thought of being pushed even further. Further than he'd ever be able to go on his own, without his friends taking control and having their way with him. A tingle of pleasure ran through his entire body as he felt himself nodding, the words falling drunkenly from his lips. "I wanna… be good."
"Of course you do. Our good boy." They leaned in to kiss him briefly once more. "We'll help you though, yeah? Let's help you make some extra room." He reached over to grab Bizly's hand, who looked startled but did not resist, and held it to the side of Charlie's bloated stomach. "Put your other hand on the other side, Biz. Massage, just like this." Their hands pressed in together, kneading deeply, shifting the contents of his stomach til a small burp was forced up out of Charlie's throat. He let his head fall back with a moan, some of that achiness in his belly subsiding as the very red faced and flustered Bizly continued working with his hands to displace the pockets of air within him.
Bizly remained handsy as the feeding resumed, gaining in confidence as he accepted this new side of himself that was awakening. With every morsel offered, his fingers pushed farther into Charlie's mouth than was necessary, savoring the feeling of his tongue dragging across them languidly before scooping the food from them. His other hand gently traced along his jaw as he chewed, felt the motion of his throat as he swallowed, always making its way back down to the curve of his belly. Charlie ate up his attention, sparks igniting in his system with every touch. Even having received some small amount of relief, continuing on was difficult, but he kept on eating, mechanically opening his mouth and going through the motions, until finally, finally, every last bite of food had been packed away in to his very stuffed tummy.
"Good job, Charlie. Good… good boy." Bizly grinned at him, and leaned forward to give him a kiss.
Milo took Bizly's place at his side when he got up to clear away the boxes. "Wow, you really did it, Charlie. Three whole meals, all tucked inside you. That's so impressive. I'm really proud of you." He smiled tiredly at her, chest heaving as he caught his breath. She smiled back a moment, before looking over his shoulder and making a little head motion at the other boys. Grizz and Condi suddenly grabbed the back of his chair and he clutched onto the seat for balance as they pulled him back and turned him to the side, facing Milo. She got up from her own chair and seated herself straddled on his lap. His face burned as she looked him in the eyes. "Open." He obeyed without question, and she pressed herself against him, slipping her tongue into his mouth. He whined into the kiss as her tongue swirled around his, his overfull belly squished sickeningly between them.
He panted as she pulled away, her hands immediately going to his belly, running over the tight fabric of his shirt. "Poor baby, this must be so uncomfortable. Let me fix it for you." She tugged the bottom of his shirt up, over the crest of his belly all the way to his chest, and he sighed at the immediate relief. Her hands then moved down towards his belt, carefully unlatching the buckle and then unbuttoning his pants. His already very round belly now looked even bigger fully unrestricted, and the feeling of her hands on his bare skin was beyond heavenly. He sat back with his eyes closed in bliss as she rubbed and massaged, Grizz and Condi moving close to put their hands on him as well.
"Do you feel good? Do you like when we rub your tummy like this?"
Charlie nodded earnestly, another little burp slipping out as they kneaded into him.
"I'm glad. You've been so good. I think you deserve a reward for being so good. Do you want a little reward, Charlie?"
The sound of glass being set down and slid across the table made him open his eyes. A platter with a lid had been set next to them, Bizly moving back to his chair and pulling it close by. His heart skipped a beat.
"You've been pretty gluttonous today. Three whole meals, all by yourself. I think you might even be gluttonous enough for a fourth. What do you think?"
His stomach churned. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead. "Milo, I'm- I don't know if I can…"
She lifted the lid off the platter. Underneath was a decadent chocolate cheesecake. He recognized it instantly, the same kind she had made him for his birthday last year, but smaller, about a third of the size. His mouth started watering as he stared, as if he were starving, and not overly full of three meals worth of food. "Ooohh my god…"
Milo grinned smugly. She picked up a fork from the edge of the platter and slowly cut out a little bite. She raised it up to her own mouth, and hummed appreciatively at the flavor. Charlie ogled at her, swallowing the drool pooling in his mouth. "Mmm, I did a really good job on this cheesecake. Its sooo yummy. I made it for you, but if you don't think you can take it-"
"Please." Charlie cut her off. "Milo, please. I want it."
She laughed, scooping up another bite. "I thought so. My little glutton. Here you go." Charlie opened his mouth with no need for instruction, and she slid the fork inside. He couldn't help but moan the moment it hit his tongue. So thick and creamy, rich and chocolately with the crumbled oreo base adding just the right amount of texture. There was nothing better in the whole world. Nothing else could ever hope to compare. Before he'd even swallowed the first mouthful, Milo was ready with the second, and he let it in, greedily wanting as much as he could possibly take. A bit of chocolate smeared around his lips, and Milo leaned in to lick it away, pressing against his stomach again and eliciting another moan.
This was heaven, the absolute height of pleasure and indulgence. Charlie was losing himself, only focused on each ambrosial bite of cheesecake that ran over his tongue and squeezed thickly down his throat. Not needing to do a single thing but open his mouth, knowing the next bite would already be waiting. He felt hands exploring his body, lips pressing over every bit of exposed skin, as his stomach stretched ever outwards, the skin tight and straining. By the time he came to, nearly the entire cheesecake was gone, mashed into his groaning belly. Slight pain radiated across his middle, and he threw his head back, moaning. "Oh fuck, oohhh my godd…"
The hands on his belly pressed in a little harder, dislodging another burp from him with a groan. "You're doing so well, love. You're almost there." Milo caressed his face tenderly, voice soft and reassuring. "Just a few more bites, and you're all done, I promise. You've done such a good job."
The last few bites were slow. Difficult. With extended pauses in between and deep breaths to ground and prepare himself. But it was over at last, the platter empty, his tummy full, and he was showered with praise and affection.
"You're so beautiful like this, Charlie." Grizzly pressed a kiss to his belly, warm and taut under his lips. "You're so perfect. You did so good. Such a good boy."
Condi ran a hand through his hair. "Do you wanna lay down? I can carry you to the couch if you want. You don't have to walk."
He nodded hazily, and Condi gently scooped him up bridal style. Charlie leaned into his chest as Condi cradled him, til he was carefully laid down on the studio couch, the others quickly arranging pillows comfortably for his head and back. The change in position did relieve some of the pressure from his stomach, but it felt so heavy weighing down on him, and he shuffled awkwardly to lie on his side. His friends seated themselves on the ground in front of him, on their knees, looking up at him as if in worship. Hands found their way onto his belly again, and in his hair, and clutching onto his own hands. He was soothed and coddled and cared for, his aches and pains gently worked away under loving hands. Through all his discomfort, there was also pleasure, and overwhelming affection, and a feeling of tingly warmth settled over him. Even after having given up so much control of himself, he felt safe and loved here, and well taken care of. With noisy gurgles of digestion and whispered words of adoration in his ears, he began to drift off, the day's energy fully expended.