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It is 1:23 AM in the Devildom..
Everyone in the castle is currently asleep, off duty until sunrise, the sounds of clocks ticking and people snoring ringing out into the silence of a building that could be mistaken for empty if not for such sounds..
Speaking of sounds.. there's some very unusual noises emanating from Barbatos' room...
Noisy, pained churns and growls, as his stomach tries to arouse him from his slumber so that he can feed the starving organ...
His eyes flutter, as he starts to stir, feeling the gnawing emptiness in his guts..
'ugh... *Yawwnnn*.....'
A particularly painful growl wakes him up almost immediately...
'owwww.... Alright.. alright... I'll eat something... Jeez..'
He puts a hand on his stomach as he tiptoes to the kitchen, being careful as to not wake anyone else in the castle..
He makes his way to his destination and ponders what to eat..
'hmm... What's good?..'
GRRRRRRRRRGGLLLLLLE
'Alright, ok, I hear you... I'm choosing as fast as I can..'
A thought pops into Barbatos' mind... What if, since nobody else is awake, he takes the opportunity to eat and eat and eat until his poor tummy wants to pop?~
He thinks about it for a moment... There's something so arousing about being so gluttonous and not getting caught... Hmm....
He decides to go ahead...
His first choice is noodles...
He finds 5 of those instant noodles blocks in the cupboard. Perfect!
He puts them all into a large pot and starts to cook them, his stomach roaring and gnawing as he smells the flavourful broth..
Once the noodles are ready, he starts to gobble them down, not having a single care in the world about his image. Nobody can see him after all!
After all 5 servings of noodles are eventually gone, he pats his now slightly bloated belly, feeling it begin to distend underneath his night robes...
'mmm~.. how scrumptious~'
He then searches the kitchen for more grub, coming across an entire 12 inch red velvet cake and 1L of fizzy cola...
He opens the bottle and the box of cake, alternating between sips of his drink and bites of his dessert..
Bite by bite, sip by sip, his stomach starts to bulge out more and more, making his tightly tied robes dig into his abdomen.
after he finishes his course, he unties his robes and rubs his swollen belly...
'o-oh~.... S-so... -*hic*-....so full.... -*buuurrp*-... Gosh, I needed that....'
He begins his next course, a pint of vanilla ice-cream...
He then chases that down with some leftover pasta...
And some macaroni bites...
By the end of his feast, his poor tummy is gurgling up a storm, protesting the large amount it's been fed..
He struggles to tie his robe, as his belly is too sensitive for it to be tied shut again..
He waddles back up to his bed, taking off his robe and collapsing onto his mattress..
God, his stomach hurts...
But it hurts so good~...
He vows to do this again next time, as the hard labour of his full tummy lulls him into slumber...