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It is 7:20PM in the Devildom... Barbatos is cooking dinner. There are pans sizzling, pots simmering, the oven's making a wirring noise.. and that smell.. that godforsaken smell... Oh, how it infiltrates his nostrils and tortures his empty stomach... He wishes that he could just eat everything right now..
Of course, there's way too much for Barbatos to comfortably finish all by himself.. he could technically finish it all, but he'd be stuffed to the gills.. and whilst that is quite the pleasant feeling, he also doesn't fancy being bedridden whilst Diavolo rubs his stomach and teases him..
He does quite fancy the reverse happening though.... Hmm?..
Oh well, maybe another day...
He leaves the kitchen to quickly relieve his bladder, and returns to Diavolo having a nibble at his mincemeat.
'OI! YOU! HANDS OFF!'
Diavolo turns around, his face about as red as the tomato sauce and the state of his hands as he's been caught..
'o-oh... Hi barbs-'
'Don't you 'Hi Barbs' me! You were nibbling at my cooking!'
'so I was.. hehe..'
'right, go sit down! I will see that you are punished accordingly..'
Diavolo sits down... He's panicking, as Barbatos is usually being very serious when he says stuff like this... But this time something felt different about his butler..
Barbatos was blushing ever so slightly..
And the crotch of his trousers was straining a bit...
He waits there for about 10 minutes, and is greeted with plates upon plates of food...
'This is all for you young master~'
Diavolo is puzzled.. he thought he was being punished..
Oh whatever! Food! Yippee!
Diavolo digs in, quickly polishing off a plate of spaghetti Bolognese and a glass of sparkling water, which Barbatos oh-so-conveniently kept full... Ah~... It seems as though he's been allowed to pig out for once~..
However, it seems as though Barbatos will not let him excuse himself from the table... No matter what, Barbatos keeps encouraging him to eat.. he's even feeding him now...
And he can feel a sadistic aura radiating off of Barbatos....
He's starting to figure out what's going on...
'you're getting off on this, aren't you?'
'why, yes I am indeed~..'
Plate after plate... Diavolo's clothes feel a bit tighter around his abdomen... And he can feel his stomach push up against his diaphragm, making each breath more and more of a challenge as more food is shoved in..
But he doesn't dare stop Barbatos... He deserves this... He was being greedy, so now he's going to be punished, by having to indulge and give into his greed until his poor tummy can't take another crumb..
'how're you feeling young master?~...'
'mmph.. ngh... Trousers tight... Shirt.. *huff huff*.. tight... Oooh~.... My belly~...'
'hehe~ oh look, it's time for dessert, isn't my little glutton excited for some cake?~'
'p-please.. *pant*.. no more- MMPH!'
Barbatos slowly feeds Diavolo slice after slice of rich chocolate cake... With every slice, his belly slowly expands, straining against his tight buttons until...-
PING
PING
PING!
'oh dear, it seems as though we have a little wardrobe malfunction on our hands~..'
'oof.. *pant pant*.. g-gahhh... Oww...'
Barbatos carefully rubs Diavolo's stomach....
'gosh, just look at this thing... That must be painful..'
'i-it is...'
'oh..'
Barbatos spots his young master's raging boner.
'OH~'
Diavolo smirks, and they both head to his room to have some fun....
...
After both riding out intense orgasms, the two are absolutely exhausted and end up falling asleep where they are...