Too many strawberries
Noah overeats on tiramisu and strawberries. Graphic nausea and emeto.
Noah was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to be here.
Not just in Edmond's apartment, but currently occupying his bathroom while his stomach rebelled in a way he had never experienced before.
To be fair, his contracted human—hunter—had been injured and then they had a visitor and then Noah just accidently ended up chatting with the girl.
Obviously a significant girl, cause Adalyn could sense his presence from Edmond's bond without Noah needing to appear.
It felt very satisfying to be called by the new name. Names came with contracts, always specific to the spirit hunter and created an entirely new identity for the demon in question.
Noah hadn't had yet many opportunities to experience this new him.
And then Adalyn came again, to check on Edmond and said they were experiment with strawberry tiramisu and left some for him on the counter.
Strawberry tiramisu. What an amazing invention.
Demons didn't need to eat, but it sure as hell tasted good. Made Noah feel so much more real, to touch, smell and taste things...to eat them.
When he ate the first serving and Edmond slept the entire day and Adalyn barely made him eat crackers, Noah decided the tiramisu would go to waste without him.
So he rescued the portion left in the fridge. Entirely innocently and with good intentions.
Adalyn must have noticed, cause she gave him a satisfied smirk "that good?"...and brought him another.
With a huge bowl of fresh strawberries, cause apparently they bought too much and ran out of boxes to do them in.
Noah wasn't hungry. He was just bored and lonely and pretty sure once Edmond woke, he would make him disappear and never get access to strawberries again.
So he ate the box of tiramisu. With renewed urgency, since Edmond went to the bathroom by himself and generally showed more signs of life. Still collapsed back in bed, complaining about being dizzy, but he slept easier and gagged a lot less and his balanced was much better...
And Noah just wanted to enjoy the strawberries, was that so wrong?
He basically inhaled the huge box of tiramisu that had at least 6 servings in it...then hid himself on the balcony and snacked on the strawberries with cream and sugar.
It was delicious. An onslaught of sweetness and greatness, his fingers red from the juice.
Noah wasn't a demon of greed, but damn was this good.
For a good hour afterwards he just sat in the chair he stole from the kitchen, enjoying the breeze at the balcony and the pleasant fullness. Feeling seated had something in it, like he was complete and physical and present in the sunlight and the world in the best way possible.
Noah only noticed later, when he tried to straighten up, how huge his stomach got. It was bloated to the point it was pushing against his ribs. A weight settled on his chest, making it hard to breathe.
The sight made him self-conscious, so he got up to hide the evidence. His belly felt heavy, rolling with the movement and making him stumble.
Liquidy sugar swirl of strawberries gurgled loudly, so he hurried up inside in case someone would hear.
Getting the empty plasitc box into the trashcan was all he managed. Feeling impossibly tired, he crashed on the couch, mesmerised by the sheer size of his middle.
He had neevr experienced such bloating. His skin was tout and his stonach didn't feel like his own. Like a balloon someone filled inside him, it stretched as its own entity inside his body.
It was interesting for about 15 minutes. Then it got more gurgly and he felt so stuffed it was hard to catch his breath. The pressure built up he thought he was going to pop...and came out as a burp.
Huh. That actually helped. He massaged his tummy, first gently and then with more urgency, to get the feeling out.
A string of burps came up, relieving some of the air. For a couple of minutes, Noah felt content again. Close to sleep. This wasn't so bad.
Then the cramps started.
Pain right from the naval, coming in short waves, down below. The waves got longer the more he sat there.
He tried to burp again, but the air smelled sweet and sticky and made his throat feel all slimy.
His belly jumped up scarily, some of the slimy strawberry jam sliding up his throat.
Noah barely managed to gulp, sending the offending wave down. It tasted worse than before, all bitter and revolting and he shook with disgust.
Another burp made him jump, sweat and goosebumps covering hin head to toe.
Damn it, what did he do? Was it really so much?
His stomach didn't seem any smaller. If anything the fullness seemed to spred, his upper stonach filled with air while his lower belly filled with what felt like streams of water.
The room felt too hot and his shirt too tight. He couldn't breathe, a claustrophobic feeling overwhelming him. Like his own body was suffocating him.
And it hurt. The cramps got longer and more intense, making his whole middle spasm. A pain like being hit in the stomach, but repeatedly and from the inside.
He had seen that before, even felt it, but never from food. So Noah did the only reasonable thing — headed for the bathroom.
The small and cold space where he could safely lock himself in comforted him. His belly was making all sorts of upset, blabbering noises. His face felt hot, like he was turning to steam.
He curled up by the toilet, his belly not letting him straighten his back or sit against the wall.
Now he only dared to burp towards the toilet, afraid the slime would surge up into the world again.
But he couldn't exactly stop the air either. When he tried, his body hiccuped against his control, making the cramps worse.
It squeezed him so tight his eyes watered.
A different feeling hit him then. Everything stilled for a moment, as if it had been decided. Like something inevitable.
Then his belly spammed and cramped so hard he arched underneath it, moaning from the pain as thick, red mush shot out from his throat.
It coated the inside of the toilet, and Noah didn't even get a chance to breathe before the next wave came.
His stomach was squeezing and squeezing, death set to evaluate all its contents. Noah heaved once more, vomiting the third time, bits cream and white adding to the red mess.
He hit the flush bottom, not able to look at that disgusting sight. The cramps eased a little, but still there, pushing into the other direction now.
He belched emptily against the water, head buried so deep inside the toilet from fear of another wave. Nothing came up, just sticky red saliva.
Revulsion felt like a snake, sliding along his teeth and inside his throat. He gagged repeatedly over the toilet at the sensation, his stomach rolling and bubbling inside him.
He was exhausted and breathless and his upper stomach hurt from the strain. His throat burned. The fullness feeling felt sickly and too heavy and he just wanted it to stop.
The pressure and pain moved entirely down to his lower belly. It felt tight and painful, like he couldn't move an inch, locked in that position. Like a brick that stopped inside him, too big to move forward.
Noah groaned, bracing against the toilet for support, when he suddenly understood which was his belly wanted to push.
...
"You poisoned my demon?" Edmond said, eyes wide and way too amused.
Adalyn rolled her eyes. "I brought him a cake and strawberries. He overeate on them all on his own."
"Who knows, maybe your demon meant to poison you and ended up hurting mine-"
"Shut up." Adalyn punched Edmond on the arm. They were in his bed, where Edmond managed to sit upright without falling or feeling like he was going to hurt.
His head was still off, as if someone was holding it in vice metal grip, but he felt a bit stronger and more aware.
Adalyn sat beside him, nonchalant, as if their proximity did nothing to her insides.
Apparently, it did not.
"Did you talk to him?" she asked curiously.
"No. Didn't even know he was here." Edmond threw her a nasty look. "Stop encouraging him to appear, wohld you?"
"I'm just saying you should work on your partnership bond." Her eyes narrowed. "He could have helped you with the injury, if you let him."
"He would have. Doesn't mean I would be okay with it."
"Then start getting to it, cause this is stupid. And inefficient, in your world."
He glared at her and she giggled, not a bit terrified by his most scary, viscious expression.
If anything, she was more excited for getting to him.
He sighed tiredly. "When is the bathroom gonna be free? I need a shower."
"Not anytime soon. Noah has been in there for the last hour and from the sounds, I wouldn't say he is finished."
"Why would you listen to-"
"Just the groans and moans," Adalyn waved her hand. "I asked him if he wanted anything, but he just whined and put the faucet on. What a cutie."
Edmond shook his head at the ridiculous word. "He is a demon. More stupid than anything else."
"My dessert was perfect then," she smiled victoriously, "if it made him so greedy. Shame on you for not trying it out."
