the idea of stuffing xiao silly with rich stews and gaseous vegetables, all food that would make xiao gassy and full. his belly inflated to the max with food, and him barely able to breath with the weight of his stomach against his lungs.
his guts were full of freshly brewed gas from the meal but was stuck and could not be expelled, only adding to his fullness and discomfort. all that he could do was knead into his belly like it was dough, and urge out small shallow burps that threatened to spill over into something more.
he leaves however, despite his obvious discomfort if hands that would claw at his belly when a especially loud gurgle or whine emitted from within the organ. you decided to leave him however, to save him the embarrassment and lost pride.
it’s only until you cave in, and worriedly look for xiao when he returns late. you find him curled into a small ball under a large tree that hid him away from prying eyes. you’d rush to his side and immediately start asking questions and whispering small assurances into his ear.
it’s only until his stomach talks for him by letting a voice-deafening growl from deep within his belly, as he lets out a sharp cry, curling in further. he continued to claw away at the bloated orb, only leaving bright angry marks. you tutted in worry and pry away his hands for full access to the organ. it was was bloated and look painfully round.
you whisper in his ear assurances as you rub his belly free of pain. xiao would try to make you leave saying stuff like, “this doesn’t concern you, the way of the adepti are far out of your understanding” until he’s interrupted from rambling mid sentence with deep belches and farts booming out of him, but he’d only tuck his face into your neck embarrassed, as he bit back whines and grunts.