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Fuck. Giorno tugged at his pants once again, trying to button them. When had they gotten so tight? “Come on!” He mumbled biting his bottom lip as he sucked in his stomach and finally managed to close the button. He gave a sigh of relief and sat down on his bed. And that’s when the button popped off his pants, flying across the room and hitting his dresser with a small “ping” noise. Giorno’s eyes went wide. There was no fucking way that just happened. Sure, he’d been a little more self indulgent lately, but he deserved it! He was the Don of the mafia after all, he could afford and extra dessert here and a few snacks there. Ok, so maybe he’d overdone it one the treats a couple times. But he enjoyed the feeling a nice full belly, something he rearly experienced in his childhood. It made him feel safe, content, happy. He figure he’d gained a couple pounds but he didn’t think he’d gained so much that he wouldn’t be able to fit in his clothes anymore!
Giorno’s cheeks went pink as he looked down at himself. His soft tummy hung over his pants, almost sitting in his lap. How did he not notice!? He stood up and looked at went to the mirror. Slowly he brought his hands to his belly, poking and prodding at it. He grabbed at a newly formed fat roll, jiggling it lightly. Giorno Giovanna was NOT supposed to be jiggly! He turned to the side and gasped. When the fuck did his ass get so huge?? His hands moved to his sides, where small pink stretch marks crept up his love handles and his lower belly. When had those gotten there? He groaned and ran his hands through his hair. What the hell was he supposed to do now? He pants wouldn’t fit, and he didn’t even want to think about trying squeeze into the matching shirt. There was no way he was going to embarrassed himself in front of the gang like that. He glanced at his dresser and sighed. There was only one thing to do.
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Giorno had finally regained his composure, after the embarrassing events of that morning, when he walked into the kitchen to join the gang for breakfast. He felt that composure falter when everybody basically stopped what they were doing to stare at him. Seeing Giorno in a normal clothes was a rearity on its own, but seeing Giorno in sweatpants and a t shirt? Now this was cause for concern. Giorno did his best to ignore them as he walked across the kitchen and took his seat at the table.
“Good morning,” he said still trying to be professional. Bruno was at his side in a second, one hand against his forehead.
“Are you feeling okay GioGio? Your cheeks look a little flushed.” Giorno swatted his hand away.
“I- I’m feeling fine Bruno, really. I just wanted to wear something a little more comfortable today... is that really a reason to get worried?” Bruno backed off.
“Sorry GioGio, you’re right.”
“Thank you,” Giorno said smoothing his hair back.
“Oi Giorno!” Narancia called from his position at the stove. “Ya want some breakfast?” Giorno began to open his mouth, then closed it, thinking for a moment.
“I’ll just have some fruit, thanks.”
“Wha? But I’m making waffles! You love waffles!” Narancia whined.
“Again, thanks for the offer, but I’ll settle for some fruit today,” Giorno sighed. “I’ve decided I need to cut back a little,” he mumbled looking down to avoid any accidental eye contact. Abbacchio smirked at him from the other side of the table.
“What’s the matter princess? You pants finally give out?”
Giorno glared at him, his cheeks burning in embarrassment. “Sh-shut up!”
Abbacchio just raised an eyebrow, “Am I wrong? With the way you’ve been eating lately I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner.” Giorno didn’t know what to say. He crossed his arms over his midsection, suddenly very self conscious. He turned to Mista who was sitting beside him.
“Have I really put on so much weight that everyone noticed?” Mista gave him a sympathetic smile. “Why would you not tell me?” Giorno felt a little betrayed.
Mista shrugged “I thought you knew.” He glanced down at Giorno’s middle, then back up at his now rounder face. “I mean, how did you NOT notice?” Mista raised an eyebrow.
“I’ve been so busy lately... I don’t know. I guess I didn’t think it was this bad.” Giorno frowned.
Before Mista could respond, Narancia and Bruno brought breakfast to the table, Narancia placing a plate a cut up fruit in front of Giorno. Everyone else was eating waffles, which smelled absolutely delicious. Giorno’s stomach growled. He shoved fruit into his mouth with annoyance. Damnnit.
“GioGio why aren’t you eating much this morning?” Bruno question.
“I’ve decided to go on a diet.” Giorno replied in defeat.
“Why? Was someone rude to you about your weight?” Bruno laid a hand in his shoulder.
“Because he’s fat Bruno,” Abbacchio said flatly. “And frankly it’s disgusting.”
“Abbacchio-“ Bruno began but Giorno cut him off.
“He’s right Bucciarati,” Giorno sighed. “I can’t even fit into my favorite suit anymore.”
“Seems like the high class life style has been treating you a little too well,” Abbacchio sipped his at his tea (which definitely wasn’t spiked). “Don’t feel too bad GioGio, some people just don’t have very good self control.”
“You’re one to talk about self control Abbacchio,” Fugo mumbled. “How many bottles of wine do you go through a week?”
“You watch your mouth Fucko,” Abba glared at at him, but he was mostly quite for the rest of the meal. And while he refrained from making any comments about Giorno, he did go out of his way to have a few extra waffles, and mention how delicious they were while Giorno picked miserably at his plate of fruit.
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Once he was safe in his room Giorno flopped down on his bed. He’d barely had time to get himself together before there was a knock at the door. Great. He heaved himself off the bed and opened the door. It was Mista... with a plate of waffles.
“What are you doing?” Giorno asked. Instead on answering, Mista put a hand on Giorno’s chest and pushed him back onto the bed. “What the hell-“
“You’re not fat GioGio,” Mista sat down in front of him, laying the plate of food beside him. “I’ll admit you’re a bit chubby, but your not fat. Don’t listen to Abbacchio, he’s probably just jealous of your rockin figure.”
“You think a look good like this?” Giorno asked in disbelief.
“I do,” Mista blushed. “And you should too. Besides... I’m not exactly skinny either.” Mista patted his belly, which stuck out over his belt a little, fully on display in his signature crop top. “Come to think of it, I’m pretty sure most of us have put on a little weight, even Abbacchio, not that he’d ever admit it. It’s just our body’s way of adjusting to out new situation. Things have calmed down quite a bit, we’re at a time of peace. It’s perfectly normal to relax and indulge a little.” Mista smiled at Giorno, who was contemplating what he’d just told him.
“I guess that makes sense,” he sighed. “But I still think I should go on a diet.” He glanced at the plate of waffles Mista had brought with him. Mista noticed.
“I figured you’d still be hungry, you didn’t eat much at breakfast,” Mista picked up the plate and held it out to Giorno.
“Really Mista I’m fine,” Giorno said declining the offer. As if on cue, he’s stomach growled. Mista raised an eye brow.
“Is that so? Sounds to me like your stomach disagrees.” He looked at Giorno, “Come on, I don’t care if you diet, but don’t starve yourself. That won’t do any good.” Mista set the plate on Giornos night stand. “I’ll leave these for you in case you change your mind.”
“Well...” Giorno said to himself eying the waffles, there was about five on the plate. That was way too many. But just one wouldn’t hurt, right? After all, they were one of his favorites. “I guess the diet can start tomorrow.”
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Giorno really didn’t intend for this to happen. He was going to eat one (1) waffle, but somehow all five had disappeared from his plate. Now he was laying sprawled out on his bed, both hands weakly trying to massage his aching middle. The t shirt he was wearing (that had been baggy not that long ago) had ridden up, exposing a soft strip of pale skin. He was thankful that he was wearing sweat pants, though they had begun to feel a little snug. He groaned and rolled over onto his side, closing his eyes and continuing to rub his belly, trying to relive some of the pressure. And to make things worse he’d eaten too fast and now had hiccups. He regretted everything. Perhaps Abbacchio had been correct to say he had poor self control. He definitely felt like it now. His thoughts of self pity were interrupted by a knock at his door. He jumped to his feet, immediately wishing he hadn’t, and clutching his stomach which was protesting his movements. He sat back down on the bed. “Who is it?” Mista poked his head into the room.
“Hey I just came to see if you wanted to...” Mista trailed off, as he took in the scene before him. It looked like Giorno had enjoyed the waffles after all. The gunmans eyes went straight to the blondes stuffed middle. “Are you okay Giorno?”
“I’m- hic- fine,” he hiccuped, his cheeks going red. “I think I over did it on the waffles,” he said, wincing as his stomach gurgled. Mista sat down next to him and put a hand on his Giorno’s tummy.
“Yeah, I figured you might,” he gave a soft smile and gently pushed him back onto the pillows.
“Mista, what are you-?”
“Don’t worry, this will make you feel better,” Mista pushed Giorno’s shirt up to his chest, exposing his tight, stuffed gut. “Wow, I guess you really did overdue it,” he placed both hands on Giorno’s stomach and began to rub it in slow, smooth circles. “Dude you look like you could be pregnant,” Mista chuckled.
“M- Mista it’s not *hic* funny,” Giorno whined. Although he had to admit, Mista large hands felt wonderful massaging his overstuffed belly. He couldn’t help but give small sigh of relief.
Mista continued the belly rub. His warm hands traveling all over the blond mans full, but still soft tummy. Every so often relieving pressure in the right places and causing Giorno to let out a burp or two, which he always excused himself for. It wasn’t like GioGio to let his guard down around other people, to let himself be so... vulnerable. He was always so professional, so well groomed and composed. Seeing him in this state was a bit of a shock, but Mista also though it was pretty adorable.
Before too long Giorno’s eye lids began to feel heavy. His tummy didn’t hurt anymore and he had moved into the warm state of being comfortably full and sleepy. By that time he was laying on his side with his head resting on Mista’s own pudgy belly. He snuggled closer to Mista, wrapping his arms around his waist and gently squishing his tummy. “You’re soft...” Giorno hummed, closing his eyes. Mista chuckled.
“Yeah, so you are buddy,” he smiled, patting Giorno’s belly.
“Stooop, it’s embarrassing...” Giorno buried his face in Mista’s chest.
“I think it’s cute,” Mista said, gently stroking Giorno’s hair. Giorno whined and shook his head.
“Don’ lemme fall ‘sleep m’kay?” He mumbled into Mista’s crop top.
“Sure thing, Boss,” Mista smiled to himself, continuing to pet Giorno’s hair as the younger man fell asleep on his chest.