Just had myself a lovely thought. Ace, Deuce, and the Prefect are on their way back from an Unbirthday Party, and Ace is groaning as he cradles his overstuffed tum as his buttons threaten to pop off.
"BEEEELLLLYYYYUUUURRRRP!"
Both yourself and Deuce Spade flinched - in your case, with more than a slight blush on your face - as Ace Trappola let fly a lip-flapping belch. It was so loud, and so close, you swore you'd get tinnitus; like hearing a gun go off quite near your shoulder.
The burp was followed by a heavy groan; Ace paused and leaned back against a nearby wall of the gardens around Heartslabyul Dorm. He was breathing heavily, a single slip of saliva sliding past the corner of his lips. He slurped it back up and let out a sort of groggy hiccup, patting his gut.
"Ooooohhhhh, man...I can't believe I ate the whole thing," he moaned, and winced as his stomach "brorgled" rebelliously in response.
Deuce snorted and crossed his arms. His expression was a bizarre combination of scolding and incredibly impressed.
"Gotta admit, you probably put GRIM to shame back at that party," he commented. "Guess we should be glad Riddle forbid him from coming, then nobody would have gotten ANYTHING to eat..."
"Please don't talk about the little monster's gluttony right now," you sighed. "Trust me, it's like saying Bloody Mary three times, you just...don't wanna tempt fate."
Deuce blinked, confused, and simply asked, "Who is Bloody Mary?"
You quietly promised to explain later.
Ace barely even seemed to notice the interaction. He bit his lip with discomfort as he looked down at his stomach. His belly had swelled up like an over-inflated balloon. It was tight and strained beneath his clothes, pressing against them with a rotundity one might have expected if he'd gulped down a whole bowling ball. He certainly felt like he had; the soggy mush of mixed-up tarts, toast, tea, sandwiches and snacks all stirring away in his struggling stomach was heavy and dense enough that he wouldn't have surprised himself.
"Ugh...HIC-URP! Mph...ohhhh, I don't feel so good," he moaned, a bit green in the gills as he tried to massage his aching middle.
"Serves you right for making a pig of yourself," sniffed Deuce.
"Not like YOU'VE never bitten off more than you can chew," you couldn't help but smirk teasingly at Spade. "Must we forget the Great Egg-Swallowing Debacle, 'Cauldron Deuce'?"
Deuce turned redder than an angry Riddle, and quickly shut his trap.
You snickered, then smiled soothingly at Ace.
"Let's get you back to your dorm room, I'll see if I can give you something to ease those stomach pains," you promised, gently.
Despite the obvious pain flickering in his tattooed eye, Ace couldn't help but smirk.
"Like a belly rub?" he chuckled airily. "Because we both know you're just dyin' to get your hands all over this..."
He patted his gut in emphasis. It thumped heartily, as if he were slapping a ripened pumpkin.
Your own blush returned in an instant.
"I will neither confirm nor deny this," you had to force yourself from squeaking.
Ace chuckled again, a bit louder. His stomach bounced, and you could hear the viscous slop inside sloshing about a little. As much as that made you blush, you were also concerned when you heard a creaking sort of sound. You looked towards his middle (which was by no means a displeasing thing to do, as it was hard to take your eyes off the beautifully bulbous belly-tank) and soon spotted the issue.
"I, uh...think you also might need to see a tailor or something soon, too."
"Huh?" was all Ace grunted out, his head to hazy with fullness to come up with anything more intelligent.
You pointed at his gut wordlessly. He and Deuce looked towards his belly. Underneath the red vest of his Dorm Uniform, the white undershirt of the Heartslabyul student was showing, indicating just how much weight was pressing against it. The buttons were practically wrestling with the cloth to stay fitted in place.
"Those are probably gonna need fixing," you said simply.
"They're right," Deuce said, somewhat anxiously. "If Riddle catches you with a busted vest..."
"It ain't busted!" huffed Ace, petulantly...then grimaced as his gut let out a truly monstrous growl. He palmed at it, pressing into the tightly-packed protrusion of his paunch, till it settled, and took a few breaths.
You immediately felt worried. Each time Ace breathed so heavily, you could hear little pops as the threads holding the waistcoat fasteners in place seemed to cry out in agony, desperately trying to keep it all together. You would have said more, but seeing that big, round belly move inwards and outwards, swelling up and deflating, was making it very hard to think straight, let alone wail out a warning.
"I'll be fine," Ace insisted, somewhat snootily as he finally regained his breath and moved away from the wall. "Nothing a needle and thread can't handle..."
"Are you good with a needle and thread?" Deuce blinked.
"I'll cross that bridge later," drawled Ace, and stifled another burp in his cheeks, holding a fist to his mouth as they inflated with gas. He puffed the excess fumes out of the corner of his mouth and fanned his face at the sweet-and-sour scent that came up with them. "BRRRRRLLLLMMMMMPH...phoosh...ugh. Jeeze, that pie isn't sitting well..."
"I think YOU need to sit well. Somewhere," you managed to peep out, your little heart beating quickly as you were all but mesmerized by the way Ace's belly swayed and jiggled as he began to walk again.
"I'll sit when I get to my room," Ace said, carelessly, and pressed on his belly with one hand as he continued to waddle along. "Just gotta-"
SNAP!
PING-PANG-PONG-PATING!
Without any warning, the ties that bound the buttons on Ace's vest gave way. The buttons flew in every direction, ricocheting off every solid surface like rubber bullets. They were soon lost in the hedges and flowers surrounding you all.
Deuce let out an uncharacteristically shrill "YIPE!" and hastened to shield his face from the bouncing projectiles. You ducked for cover by a nearby statuary. Ace gasped sharply, eyes wide, as his gut surged forward and pooched over the waistband of his trousers, now that it had less restraint. His white undershirt rode up the curvature of his expanded, distended middle, till his navel peeked like a cyclopian eye out from under its hem, accompanied by an iris of soft, bare, smooth, silky-looking flesh.
With the release of pressure, of course, came an expected release of gas, and Ace let out a bigger burp than any so far, almost going crosseyed from the eruptive blast.
"BRRRRRRAAAAAAOOOOOORRRRRRUUUUUUP!"
As the erucatation crescendoed and then concluded, Ace clapped a hand over his mouth, once more redder than any rose petal. The burp echoed for seven straight seconds, like a cannon blast, before finally patering out.
Slowly, Ace looked down at his engorged stomach, then slowly turned towards Deuce. Spade seemed startled at first...then his lips began to quiver. His shoulders began to shake.
Ace glared hotly.
"Don't. You. DARE. Laugh."
Deuce was clearly trying EXTREMELY hard not to, but failing miserably. Ace then turned towards you with a pouting sort of expression.
You blinked, your own face somehow even redder than his.
"...You should...walk very carefully," you managed to eek out.
Ace blinked right back at you.
"Why?" he asked in a weary sort of way.
You couldn't help but smile, in a loopy, flustered way.
"Well...your pants probably aren't going to hold out much longer either.
Ace spluttered. Deuce finally broke down cackling like a madman.
You silently made a vow to thank Trey for the extra treats he made for that day's Unbirthday Party.
