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Something about being with Stede again and all the extravagant little comforts that came along with him had Ed relishing the induindugence of it all.

Stede was constantly splurging on top quality ingredients and Roach had a passion for making use of them. All the loot stacked up in Ed's personal "room of shame" was at least going to a good cause.

He did fucking love good food, but he wasn't used to always having it at hand. It wouldn't have been practical to feed the huge crew of the Queen Ann this way. Plus, what maniac ate like this out at sea? Stede and his hand-picked crew, that's who. Ed loved it.

Moreover, he adored the way Stede showered him in luxury and care from sweet-smelling baths to slow, adoring sex. Plus, the crew seemed to be regaining their trust in him, or at least, they didn't seem mutinous, which felt like a win after--everything.

Life was perfect as long as he didn't think too much, which wasn't the easiest task with the unusual amount of down time he found himself with. He may have been reinstated as Co-captian, but he was taking a backseat for now. Stede was handling things just fine.

And what of the fact that he was still stuck on a fucking pirate ship where all of his peace could be ripped away from him anytime? Nah, fuck that. He wasn't going to think about that. He was busy with lavender soap, silky fabrics, incredible food and mind-blowing sex. Plus, it's easy to not think too much when you're munching. Or completely stuffed.

Stede, bless him, seemed to pick up on Ed's love of food and began keeping trays of pastries, candies and various snacks in the cabin for Ed to munch on whenever he felt peckish. Ed had always had a weakness for sweets.

The first time Ed lost control in front of Stede was genuinely unintentional. He and Stede had shared a hearty breakfast only about an hour earlier. Stede was pouring over some books he had found on seafaring, deep in concentration.

Ed sighed watching his brow furrow as he muttered to himself. He was adorable and Ed was proud of him for his devotion to becoming a better sailor and pirate, even if Stede's enthusiasm on the matter secretly scared the crap out of him. Ed hadn't quite figured out how to tell him that he was done with that life. He wasn't sure if he could handle losing him again.

Now that his mind was getting going into places he preferred to avoid, a gnawing anxiety was beginning to open up in the pit of his stomach. Sure, he was capable of sitting with his thoughts, if he wanted to. He could do anything, but why would he want to? There were so many disturbing memories, so much to be afraid of and worse of all, so much to lose.

Stede's preoccupation was leaving Ed's mind with far too much room to wander. He went to stand from the couch to head up-deck and find some task to distract him when he paused, noticing the huge tray of tarts Stede had brought with their breakfast and were now artfully displayed on some posh little end table Stede had picked off some fancy ship they raided.

Ed began salivating. Thoughtlessly, (he had already had enough thoughts for today), he grabbed for a pastry. Oh fuck, it was still warm.

An intoxicating warm tingle bounced from his toes to the top of his head until it settled in his belly. He became hyper aware of the weight of his breakfast. He recalled a time when he often went hungry. Several times, actually. Life had often brought feast or famine for him between his tumultuous childhood and life on ships.

Fuck, there he goes thinking too much again. He forced his focus back to the tart. He admired how perfectly formed it was for a moment before taking a bite.

Flavor exploded on his tongue and he let out a deep, throaty moan. That got Stede's attention away from his studies. They made eye contact from across the room. Stede glanced at the tart and then back to Ed, smiling lovingly. The tingling was back, but a moment later Stede was back to his work, so Ed got to work on his tart before his mind could get going again.

It was fucking perfect and gone far too soon. He went for another and then a third. He felt like his fourth was pushing it, but fuck it. Then the fourth was gone too soon as well.

His belly was feeling a bit heavy, but his taste buds were screaming for more. What would Stede think of him if he kept going? Would such a gluttonous display disgust him? Ed thought it better not to risk it. The last thing he needed was to disgust Stede and find himself re-abandoned.

Shit, there go his thoughts again. He looked up at Stede. He was still totally engrossed in his studies, but a beat later he was jumping up, mumbling about needing a better visual on the rigging, and he was gone, leaving Ed alone in the cabin with the tray of tarts.

Ed listened to Stede's steps heading toward the deck for a moment before turning his attention back to the tray and digging in frantically with both hands. He scarfed down the remaining tarts as fast as he could until there was nothing but crumbs.

He fell back, panting, his stomach completely packed and beginning to bloat already. He felt ready to explode.

Reflexively, he unbuttoned his pants with a groan, giving his ballooning belly just a little relief. He ran his hands over his rounded tummy, noting how his usual softness was completely gone, replaced with this round, firm, pregnant looking belly.

He chuckled over the absurdity of imagining himself pregnant with Stede's baby. He gave his belly a tender rub. It basically was Stede's baby. His food baby, at least. Stede was the one, after all, who had been keeping so much food around.

Ed felt himself starting to get hard. Something about Stede keeping him so well fed was really doing it for him. Before he could explore that train of thought, aching cramps were setting in. Ed held his distended belly and moaned.

He was distracted enough to miss Stede’s footsteps returning down the hall to the cabin, because suddenly the door flew open. Ed jumped, but instantly regretted it because the sudden movement sent a shooting pain through his stuffed stomach. He let out a pained groan, clutching at his belly as if that might keep it from bursting. Shit. So much for not grossing out Stede with his bad habits.

Stede was frozen in the doorway, jaw dropped and eyes bulging as he looked from Ed's pained face, to his rounded belly, to the previously very full try of tarts that now lay empty before him. Ed could see that he was shocked, but there was something else in his expression he couldn't read. Disgust? Nope, definitely not that.

"Stede-", Ed was hoping that more words would follow, something that would smooth this over, but he only trailed off into a whimper. The aching pressure in his belly and now budding humiliation were too intense for him to fully form his thoughts. If he could only get up from the couch, he could close himself off in the bed nook, sleep this off, and hope that Stede didn't mention it again. He wasn't hopeful, but it felt like his best bet.

He began to sit up, even though he wasn't sure if getting up was actually possible, when Stede snapped out of his shock and hurried to his side, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, guiding him back down to the couch as he settled beside him. Ed tried to stare forward between his legs at the floor to avoid Stede's eyes, but that gave him an unfortunate view of his packed stomach.

His nose stung as his eyes filled with tears, face scrunched in anguish as he did all he could to hold them back. Then Stede's hand was on his chin, guiding his gaze toward him instead. Ed looked up at Stede, eyes wet and pleading through his long lashes, readying himself to face whatever consequences were coming to him.

Please don't let him leave again.

Ed still didn't see anger or disgust in Stedes eyes, mostly just loving concern as he gazed back at Ed, lightly stroking his cheek.

"Oh my sweet love," Stede cooed, "there were twenty tarts on that tray. Did you-". Ed just whimpered, gazing up at him through his long lashes, feeling like a pathetic pup waiting for a scolding.

It never came. Instead Stede's beautiful, expressive face was all sympathy and kindness.

"Oh darling, your poor tummy".

Tummy. Leave it to Stede to choose the cutest word to describe Ed's comically engorged middle. Ed gave him an embarrassed half smile and Stede leaned in and kissed his temple. Ed sighed his relief, but cringed as his belly began to cramp again.

Stede gave a sympathetic wince as he reached for Ed's abdomen. Stede gently placed his hand around the tightest area over Ed's stomach and Ed was gone, immediately melting under the warmth and gentle pressure. Stede smiled and kissed Ed's forehead while beginning to gently massage his stuffed belly.

Ed let out an embarrassingly earnest moan that perfectly captured the intensity of the pleasure/pain. Stede tensed at the sound, but then doubled down on his focus, massaging Ed's swollen gut with both hands now. He had gorged himself worse than this before, but never had anyone touched his sensitive, stuffed belly so sweetly. Ed would have fully melted into the couch if not for the fear he would rip in two if he didn't keep his abdomen fairly straight.

Stede, seemingly reading his mind, paused his rubbing to take a throw pillow and, gently lifting Ed's lower back off the couch, he slipped it behind him so that he could relax fully without putting pressure on his tummy.

Ed was reeling from the gentle care. He wasn't sure he would ever get used to how sweetly Stede handled him, but the pain and embarrassment of his current predicament made Stede's attentive kindness all the more intense. Ed was too lost to even pay much mind to the undignified moans he was letting out as Stede worked on settling the tightest parts of his poor belly.

Ed wasn't sure how long Stede massaged him while he rolled along in a half conscious state. He was lost to the intensity of the pleasure/pain that was slowly ebbing more in favor of pleasure and of the immensity of the love he felt for Stede. Stede always treated him like something fragile and worthy of his love and gentle care. Ed didn't know if he would ever cease to be amazed.

Ed was only half aware of his semi-hard cock until he felt Stede shift off the couch and kneel between his legs, without ever taking his hands from Ed's belly. Ed's eyes flew open and the sight of those perfect blonde curls between his legs had his cock almost painfully engorged and throbbing in seconds.

Stede, the lunatic, looked up at him as if he thought Ed was the most gorgeous thing in existence before his expression turned wolfish. Stede licked his lips, hungry eyes boring into Ed's soul, before wrapping his spit-slicked lips around Ed's cock and slowly taking him all the way to the base.

Ed bucked his hips and shouted. Stede looked back up at him, eyes crinkled in a smug little smile, lips still around the head of his cock. God he was sexy. It was almost enough to forget the pressure in Ed's middle, but Stede had never taken his hands away and Ed was finding that the weight in his belly was intensifying every sensation.

Stede continued rubbing long circles over his belly in rhythm matching the slow, luxurious way he was now sucking Ed from head to base and back again, flicking his tongue and wrapping it around his cock as he went. Stede wasn't always the most skilled in bed, but his creativity was mind-melting. Ed felt like his soul might leave his body at any moment. Stede's rhythm had become an ocean of ecstasy and Ed was adrift, lost on the tides.

Suddenly, Stede's hands dug into Ed's belly just a hair too hard, shocking a pained groan out of him, that immediately turned into an, "ahh-" of pleasure as Stede's bobbing speed up.

"Oh God. Fuck, Stede," Ed laced his fingers into those silky golden curls and it was only moments later that some combination of Stede's velvet slick mouth and his warm hands on Ed's stuffed belly had Ed cascading over the edge, whiting out and cumming harder than he could ever remember cumming in his life, before going completely boneless.

He somehow had the presence of mind to be thankful for the pillow under the small of his back that had kept him from melting into a position that would put undue pressure on his middle.

Ed was vaguely aware of Stede sitting back down beside him on the couch. Then his hand was back on Ed's belly, back to the work of massaging the pressure out of the tightest spots.

"How are you feeling, baby?" Ed still hadn't stopped reeling from his orgasm before he was lost again to Stede's belly massage.

"Hmm?" Ed hummed.

"How does your tummy feel, my love?” Ed's heart was swelling with the sweetness of it all. He wanted to give Stede an honest answer. Ed assessed. Yup, he still felt huge, but less like he was going to split in two and he wasn't cramping like before. He was still insanely stuffed and bloated though. He was feeling sore: a bad belly ache was setting in. He was in for a rough day, possibly. Despite all that, he felt much better after cumming and getting his belly rubbed down.

"It- er- it hurts, babe. You make me feel better though. Not to mention cum my fucking brains out. God, you're incredible.” At that, Stede was positively beaming at him. Fuck, Ed loved him so much. He fucking loved getting him to make that face in particular.

"I'm so happy I could help, darling. I love taking care of you.” Now he had Ed's full attention.

"You do?" Asked Ed cautiously. This guy was seriously too good to be true. Did he imply that he actually enjoyed rubbing Ed's grotesquely stuffed belly? Surely not-

Stede scooted closer, now gently cradling Ed's middle with his whole arm, and leaned in to kiss Ed sweetly on the mouth. He pulled back just enough to look Ed in the eyes.

"More than anything, darling. I always want to take care of you.” Ed thought he might cry. He didn't think he could ever get enough of Stede's care.

Later, he would determine that this day was the turning point. From then on, Ed developed an obsession with getting Stede to take care of him. Stede was so attentive. His hands so warm and soft and sure, like he was born to soothe Ed's stuffed belly. Ed found himself craving it all of the time.

Luckily, no matter how much Ed gorged himself, Stede never said a word about Ed's new habit, just helped him into bed and lovingly rubbed and stroked and often fucked him into a state of satiated bliss.

Stede even managed to get his hands on more snacks for Ed since his were being depleted so fast. Sweet, gracious Stede, never said anything when those disappeared almost immediately as well.

Ed figured it must be all the amazing belly rubs and incredible sex that he was starting to associate with being stuffed that made the sensation of his packed belly almost as pleasurable. It felt like safety and nourishment. It felt like impending belly rubs where Stede would tenderly fuss over Ed's swollen tummy.

Some days Ed would experiment with trying to keep his belly full from breakfast until bedtime. Those days were his favorite.

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Ed had been playing this little game for weeks now. He wondered if Stede was in on it, but it was true that his love could be a little slow on the uptake with these sorts of things, so it was hard to say. At the very least, he didn't seem put off by it and that was enough for Ed to keep taking his pleasure. Stede even insisted they go a bit out of their way to make port to get more ingredients.

They had landed in the early morning and Stede had gone to shop in town, leaving Ed in bed with the memory of half conscious kisses. Ed had always been an early riser himself, but he'd been sleeping in more often recently. It turned out that all that digesting was hard work.

He woke slowly, stretching and rolling onto Stede's pillow, inhaling the smell of him. Ed let out a dreamy sigh and took himself in hand to relieve a particularly aggressive morning erection. He held on to the Stede scented pillow and let his mind wander, finding its pleasure where it would.

He imagined Stede's hands on his belly, a favorite fantasy recently. He imagined his belly stuffed and aching and finding relief at Stede's loving touch, Stede's lips around his cock. It was a pretty standard fantasy for him lately, but today it wasn't quite enough.

His mind continued to wander as he stroked himself slowly, luxuriously. He imagined Stede with a plate of pastries, feeding them to Ed one by one. Oh that was fun. Ed wondered how he could get Stede to feed him like that as his strokes speed up.

He imagined finishing off the tray of pastries, and feeling distended. It wasn't enough. Maybe Stede brings him another tray. Maybe two more. Maybe ten- obscenely stuffing his belly until it filled his lap while Stede kept forcing even more into his mouth. Ed's cock throbbed at the thought and he began stroking faster.

"That's a good boy, Edward,” cooed fantasy Stede, "eat every bite. Don't worry, I'm going to take such good care of you..."

Oh that would do the trick. Ed's strokes became frantic.

"Look at how much you've eaten for me. Look how big you've gotten. Let's make you bigger,” fantasy Stede was still feeding Ed even though his belly was stuffed to supernatural proportions.

Ed grabbed his lower belly and jiggled the pudge there, sending waves of pleasure through the new fat on his belly, hips and thighs. Yup, there it was. He shouted Stede's name as his vision blacked out with the force of his orgasm slamming into him and rolling across his whole body, radiating out of his cock and curling his toes. He sunk back boneless into the bed, breathing heavily.

"Holy fuck," he weezed, still shivering through after shocks. His fantasies were getting more and more bizarre, but he couldn't remember ever coming that hard on his own before.

Despite being freshly satisfied, his mouth actually began to water recalling the details of it. He suddenly desperately needed to be full. That's when he spotted a lovely breakfast spread waiting for him at the table where he and Stede took their meals.

Ed scrambled out of bed and beelined to the table. His pupils dilated as he stood over the huge spread. It was enough for him and Stede to share. The thought flashed across his mind that he was glad he didn't have to share, before he dug in with both hands, shoving food into his mouth as fast as he could. He desperately wanted to feel full and every swallow had him closer to ecstasy.

He cleared the plate in mere minutes and leaned back in his chair, absently rubbing his belly as he let his hastily eaten breakfast settle for a moment, letting out a few burps to ease the pressure.

Then, he noticed the pastries in their usual spot. God it was a huge plate of them this time. Stede must be sick of always running out.

Ed didn't lose any time before pushing his chair out, nearly knocking it over in his excitement, and rushed for the plate of sweets.

He only got about half way through before everything he'd already eaten started catching up with him. He was suddenly intensely tight. He dropped down onto the couch with a whimper, clutching his stomach.

He let out a few burps, carefully, making sure that was all that came up. (He was all too aware how a fun gorging could go sideways if he wasn't careful).

He laid there panting trying to catch his breath, desperately wishing Stede was there to soothe him. Ed rubbed his palms over his stretched stomach, trying to imitate the way Stede would do it.

When Ed opened his eyes, he guessed a couple hours had gone by, judging by the light. He must have dozed off. He was feeling pretty bloated from his massive breakfast, but at least his stomach had settled for the most part. He could actually get himself up now with only a little effort.

Ed pushed himself off of the couch with a strained groan and headed for the closet. With some effort, he managed to get his usual leather pants buttoned. He pushed the waist of his pants down a little to take some pressure off his swollen abdomen. The leather pushed into his soft flesh, forcing the fat on his belly and hips to hang over the edges.

No big deal. His belly had always been a bit on display in this outfit. Right? He pulled on his favorite t-shirt and headed to see what was going on on deck.

Izzy, who had been left in charge all morning while Blackbeard did God-knows-what, now watched him saunter on deck with his usual carefree swagger. Only, Izzy knew him better than to fall for his act. He could clearly see his belly rounded and straining against his pants. Ed couldn't hide his discomfort from him. Izzy rolled his eyes as Ed made his way over to him.

"Report, Izzy?”

"Doing some maintenance while we wait for captain.” Izzy glanced at Ed's exposed strip of belly and then at Ed's fuller than usual cheeks. Izzy may have come around to Ed and Stedes relationship, but he truly found their antics exhausting.

Ed, noticing Izzy's eyes glancing at his muffin top, began tugging at his shirt self-consciously. So, the extra weight was noticeable then? Oops. He wondered then if Stede had noticed, but of course he had. How couldn't he? Surely he didn't mind though. Their sex life didn't seem to be suffering. On the contrary, actually. Stede was nearly insatiable recently.

Somehow, that fact wasn't comforting Ed like it should and the whole thing was starting to make him uneasy. He was suddenly hyper aware of how bloated he felt, how his pants were digging into the flesh of his belly and hips.

After a longer than comfortable beat of silence Ed clapped Izzy on the shoulder without looking him in the eye.

"Thanks mate,” felt like a captain-y enough thing to say before making his escape as casually as he could. Thoughtlessly, he headed straight for the galley.

He only realized that was where he was headed when he got there. Made sense though. His belly was still so bloated after his breakfast gorging, and maybe his gluttony is what got him into trouble in the first place, but food ALWAYS served to relax his anxious mind.

Everyone was gathered for lunch as Ed swaggered in, hopefully masking his unease. Thankfully, they didn't acknowledge him beyond a few nods.

Roach had set up lunch buffet style. It was a gorgeous spread and mouthwateringly fresh, having just restocked that morning. Ed started to salivate.

He decided to take a little bit of everything, which ended up barely fitting on his plate. Then he made a second plate, just in case Stede comes back soon, he told himself, even though he had told Ed not to expect him for a few more hours.

He managed to sneak out of the galley with only a couple of odd glances and raised eyebrows. Was it because they noticed how tight his clothes fit? How much food he planned on gorging himself on? Or was it that they still weren't over all that attempted murder stuff?

Despite his overall lethargy after his morning stuffing, he picked up the pace. Taking long strides, trying to get back to the safety of the cabin as quickly as possible without looking like he was fleeing.

Once inside, he set down the plates and collapsed onto the couch, his still bloated belly heaving as he tried to catch his breath. An electric tingle surged through him as he took in his rounded gut from above. He imagined his shirt riding up, unable to cover his full girth, even though he actually couldn't see over his bulging stomach to confirm. His gut was nearly rotund enough to sit in his lap.

“It will be soon if you keep eating like a hog,” mocked the Stede in Ed's head.

Fuck, why was fantasy Stede so mean? And why was it kind of hot?

Before he had a chance to think better of it, he hurriedly pushed himself up and was digging in with both hands, leaning over the coffee table, legs spread to accommodate his belly bulge.

The food tasted incredible, so good that he found himself moaning around each bite. A few bites in he developed a comfortable rhythm. Bite, chew, swallow, repeat. He could feel his stomach expanding. The weight of it and the way it was starting to hang between his thighs had him desperate to see how engorged he could get himself.

He finished the first plate in record time, but he was afraid that if he paused, he wouldn't be able to keep going, so he shoved the first aside, pulled the second one toward him and barely faltered on his established rhythm.

The building pressure in his stomach was incredible. He was possessed with the need for more, despite feeling like he was nearing his limit. His moans of pleasure were replaced with desperate groans and labored breathing.

He was three quarters of the way done with the second plate when he hit his wall. His stomach felt like it might actually explode and his body rebelled against him, the muscles on his throat simply refusing to swallow more.

He rubbed the sides of his bulging belly and groaned, falling back onto the couch with a bit more force than he intended, sending a jolt of pain through his stuffed gut. He clutched his taut belly, emitting a whimper that turned into a full-bodied moan. God he'd really done it this time.

Somehow, despite the intensity of his fullness. He managed to consider what Stede would think if he saw him like this. Sure, Stede had seen him gorge, but nothing quite like the spectacle that he was putting on currently. He knew Stede's sensibilities weren't that of just any rich knob, but even Stede must have his limits.

Ed's mind began to wander. He imagined Stede walking in, finding Ed grotesquely engorged, fattened from weeks of over-eating, and sloppy, covered in crumbs. He imagined him disgusted. Horrified by Ed's display. Then he imagined Stede angry, coming over, maybe slapping Ed's poor belly. Or maybe he would jiggle it roughly.

“Look at how fat and engorged you are, Ed, you whale.” Okay now Ed was both ready to cry, but also had a semi going. What the fuck.

“You know I'll have to punish you for this,” declared the Stede in Ed's head before reaching for a handful of food off of Ed's plate and shoving it in his mouth. “I'm going to make you finish what you started.”

Ed, now fully erect and whimpering from pain and arousal in equal measure, pushed himself up from the couch with his elbows, engorged belly leading the way and settling between his thighs as he dug into what was left of his plate.

He was shoveling it in with both hands again, moaning and groaning around each bite. The tightness in his belly was overwhelming and intoxicating. It was a marvel he could fit anything else, but he cleared the plate like a man possessed.

He fell back again, clutching desperately to his belly. He was half sure he would explode at any second. His pants were digging painfully into his bulging underbelly.

Today had definitely marked a personal record for how much food he could destroy just between breakfast and lunch. He whimpered, arms wrapped around his glutted middle, too stuffed to get enough air in for a full moan. He couldn't breathe: he couldn't think. The intensity of his fullness was all consuming.

He burped loudly, hoping that was all it would come up. And fucking of course, the universe choose this moment for Stede, who was back way earlier than he said he'd be, to throw open the door to the cabin.

Fucking motherfucking dicking fuck.

Ed's arms flew to his belly to do what they could in hiding his very visibly distended he was.

Stede's arms were full, eyes bulging, jaw dropping to the floor, whatever he was carrying following behind it, landing with a flat crash. His eyes never wavered from Ed, frozen in shock.

Ed looked for the nearest blanket so he could hide himself and his bloated body. None in reach. He settled for just squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn't deal with this. His belly was ready to explode and now the weight of anxiety was adding a brutal edge to his churning ache.

Moments later the couch was dipping beside him. There was a pause, then, Stede was gently brushing his hair out of his face. Ed dared to open one eye for a peek. The hair out of his face vastly improved his vision that he hadn't even realized was obstructed. He must look so much more disheveled than he'd imagined. He squeezed his eyes shut with a groan.

“Ed?” Stede's hands were on him now. Gently stroking his shoulder and forearm, the latter of which was still clutched around his waist, protectively. His touch was incredibly soothing, even if it wasn't the belly rub he desperately needed. Ed was just glad he wanted to touch him at all.

“Ed, honey? Did-uh- Did you eat all of the pastries I left here?” Ed's eyes shot open, but he didn't dare look at Stede. He fixed his gaze at the coffee table and affirmed with a nod.

His eyes fell to the curve of his huge belly and he felt the sting of tears. He felt so bloated and round and he was becoming aware of how his back fat was folding over to meet his chubby hips. Ed's been eating to his heart's content for weeks, but Stede hasn't seen him gorge himself to this point. This is not the Ed that Stede signed up for. Ed was too overwhelmed with shame for this to be hot anymore.

“Okay,” replied Stede, tentatively. He took his hand from Ed's arm momentarily to gently wipe a tear from Ed's full cheek.

Ed huffed a wet laugh. God he was a mess. He needed to think of a way to smooth this over, but he could hardly focus on anything beyond the immense pressure in his belly. He couldn’t even get in a full breath. He was pretty sure he'd been panting.

Then, Ed's stomach gurgled and a pained moan was out of his mouth before he could stop it, arms tightening around his middle. Stede watched him clutching his aching tummy, looking almost as pained as Ed felt.

“Ed, honey, is it okay if I rub your belly for you? You look so uncomfortable.” Normally, Ed begged for Stede's touch when he had a belly ache.

Stede, for his part, loved feeling needed and getting the pleasure of soothing beautiful Ed's gorgeous tummy. Stede was carefully scanning Ed's face, anxious to understand what had changed.

“You don't have to do that.” Ed's stomach chose that moment to gurgle again. He gritted teeth against the intensifying pain. Stede frowned.

“Ed, my darling of course I don't have to. I want to.”

“You do?” Ed squeaked, looking up at Stede from under his long lashes.

“Of course, my dearest. I always want to take care of you,” said Stede, scooting closer and stroking the side of his face with the back of his fingers. “Don't you know?”

Ed gazed back, his eyes giant and shining before dropping his gaze and shrugging. Did he know that? It seemed like he should, but he still wasn't far off from a time when he felt completely unlovable.

And now with Ed's glutting habit and steadily plumping figure, he didn't understand why Stede wanted to deal with him. He had soothed him through so many bouts of gluttony recently, but this one was more extreme than the others. Surely even lovely, patient Stede would have a breaking point. This was an extreme he had hoped Stede would never have to see.

Ed's eyes filled with tears all over again.

“Baby, please,” Stede implored. “You're scaring me. Is it just your tummy? Did I do something?” Stede’s fingers were itching to rub down Ed's stomach for him, but now he feared there was definitely something worse than a tummy ache here.

Ed's eyes were far off, like he was trying to find the words to explain himself. Sometimes the right words took time.

That's when Stede noticed how badly Ed's pants were digging into him. It was a detail easily missed when Stede's focus was initially drawn to his now too small t-shirt was riding up to expose his glutted gut. His rounded form was glaringly obvious despite Ed's attempts to hide himself in his arms.

“Oh, Ed your pants,” Stede fussed, reaching for them reflexively, pausing for a moment before his fingers reached the buttons to check in. Ed nodded. His pants digging into his lower belly felt like it actually might kill him.

Stede began working on one of the top-most buttons. Ed groaned, his pants momentarily squeezing into his sensitive belly as Stede worked the first button. A couple more and Ed's belly went surging forward, no longer held up by his tight pants. He was still painfully full, but he felt much better now that his belly wasn't being squeezed so tight.

His relief was short-lived because he quickly noticed Stede gawking at his middle that was even more grotesquely on display than before.

“Stedeeee,” Ed whined, wrapping his belly back up in his arms so Stede wouldn't be able to see the results of his gluttony any longer.

"Baby, what is it?” Stede sounded close to tears. Ed wanted to answer him, but the words weren't coming. Besides, he might find that all his fears were true if he dared to utter them.

Ed's stomach let out another violent gurgle. He clutched tightly. Stede’s fingers were itching to rub Ed's gorgeous, round tummy, but he didn't want to do anything unwelcome when Ed was hiding his belly from him and looking so sad and vulnerable.

Stede decided he needed to take the lead, but he would go slow and make sure Ed was comfortable.

He kissed Ed sweetly on the cheek, placing his hand on his forearm, giving him what he hoped was a reassuring squeeze. Ed’s whimper was barely audible.

They looked at each other. Ed's eyes were shining and shy. Stede began rubbing his forearm. It was the closest he could get to his belly.

Another whimper. Stede's touch was incredible.

Ed pouted up at him from under his dark lashes. Stede clocked the break in his defenses. Ed was too desperate for relief to put up a fight. He let his arms fall to his sides, finally giving Stede access to his bulging middle.

Ed moaned as Stede slipped his fingers over Ed's taught belly, pushing up his shirt for better access. The long awaited touch on his sensitive belly had relief washing over him like a warm blanket. They had developed a bit of a routine with Ed's belly rubs the fast few weeks. Stede knew what he needed.

Stede was twisted toward him now, one hand on his stomach and one tucked behind his lower back, holding Ed steady while he massaged. Ed adored the way Stede handled him with such confidence. He had become incredibly good at belly rubs recently, but he had never seen Ed nearly this stuffed. Even that first time he caught Ed stuffing himself he wasn't quite as fully packed as he was now and his capacity had grown considerably since then. Regardless, Stede seemed to intuitively know how to adjust his pressure.

He cast his gaze down, clearly seeing the outline of his packed belly. Ed felt a blush spread over his cheeks.

Stede must have felt him tense up because he looked up at him, stilling his hand.

“Did I hurt you, my love? I've never seen you this full before.” Ed shook his head without making eye contact and his blush deepened.

“Hey,” Stede kissed Ed's cheek, hoping it would be soothing. He could feel Ed relaxing, so he kept planting adoring kisses on the side of his face, gently rubbing his belly and holding him as tightly as he dared without bringing him any further discomfort.

Ed continued to relax into Stede's touch. His hands on his painfully stretched belly were hypnotic.

Soon Ed was so completely lost to Stedes touch, he didn't even realize it was coming until a huge burp erupted from him. Red hot embarrassment coursed through him.

“Oh there you are, my love,” said Stede, gently patting Ed's full belly. “I bet that feels better.” He was smiling, eyes shining. It actually did feel a bit better.

Ed finally relaxed enough that his tongue came untied, “Stede, I'm sorry. I really overdid it today. This must be kinda gross,” he trailed off, his blush returning.

“Gross?” Stede looked genuinely confused. Taking care of Ed after he overate had become a normal part of their relationship and Stede loved it. He didn't have much experience with normal relationships, and he had a sense this wasn't exactly standard for other couples, but he thought it was something special to them. He loved that for them.

“Yeah,” Ed shrugged. “I get the feeling that you've never seen anyone eat like this,” he looked down at the curve of his distended belly and winced. He felt freakishly huge.

“Well,” Stede started, genuinely considering, “no, I haven't, but I don't mind. On the contrary. Your appetite is adorable.”

Ed huffed a sarcastic laugh.

“It's true, Ed!”

“Stede,” it came out as more of a whine than Ed intended. Before he could continue, his stomach let out another loud protest.

“Oh, darling,” Stedes hands were on him again, massaging through his latest bout of cramps. “I love your big appetite. I'm sorry if it's been a problem for you, but I'd be lying if I didn't tell you that I adore taking care of you.”

“Really?” Squeaked Ed.

“Oh so much, honey,” he punctuated by rubbing his nose across Ed's full cheek, breathing him in. He planted several more slow kisses along his face, all the while holding and rubbing his ballooned belly. “And,” he continued cautiously, “it's not like I haven't been encouraging you.”

Horror dawned on Stede’s face as he began putting pieces together. His had stilled. Ed was about to protest when Stede spoke.

“Ed, I've been leaving an awful lot of food around for you. I was worried you were looking thin when we got back together after- everything. I wanted to make sure you were properly nourished. Then you just seemed to be enjoying yourself so much, but-” He trailed off, unsure exactly what he meant to say. Old fears he had thought he'd conquered were suddenly resurfacing. You defile beautiful things.

Ed knew him well enough to pick up on his panic right away.

“Hey, it's not your fault, Stede. I have been enjoying myself. Maybe too much,” he squeezed a chunk of his hip to demonstrate. Panic melted from Stede's expression. Ed didn't miss how his pupils dilated, eyes zeroed in on Ed's handful of fat.

“God, you do like that,” Ed's anxiety was fading. Finally, things were making sense. Ed didn't see how he had missed it before. “You're into this, aren't you?” He teased, patting his big belly.

Stede’s jaw fell open and he pinked so prettily. Now Ed was on a roll.

“So what does it for you? Are you impressed I can eat so much? You like watching me get fat?” Stede stiffened and then somehow managed to look up at Ed when he was sitting slightly above him.

“Oh shit! You do like watching me get fat!” Ed's attempt at a triumphant laugh backfired when the use of his stomach muscles was sending another cramp shooting through him. He groaned instead. Stede's blush deepened as he watched Ed struggle.

Ed looked up at him, self-consciousness creeping back in until he saw the hungry look in Stede's eyes.

“Stede, do you like it when I give myself a belly ache?” Impossibly, Stede's blush deepened further. Ed was so relieved and overjoyed that he couldn't contain a giggle.

“God, you do! You're a regular little freak, aren't you?” This had Stede back on his toes.

“I'm the freak?” He asked, incredulous. “You're the one gorging yourself every chance you get!” Ed's belly gurgled again and he winced.

“Fair point,” God Ed adored him. “I guess we're both freaks”.

“Wait, so, you're into this too? Like, sexually? We are talking sexually, right?” Ed was laughing again. It didn't feel great bouncing around his stuffed middle, but he couldn't suppress the giggles. Stede was just so fucking cute.

“Yeah, babe. I started stuffing myself regularly just to get belly rubs from you, honestly- I mean, your belly rubs are kinda amazing- but now I've gotten kinda obsessed with the whole process.”

A smile stretched across Stede's face like a sunrise as he processed what Ed had just confessed.

“Oh, my love, you know all you ever had to do was ask if you wanted me to rub your tummy for you. You didn't have to hurt yourself,” Stede trailed off.

“I thought you liked that part,” teased Ed, waggling his eyebrows.

“Well, yes, but- I,” Stede stammered. Ed clapped his hand on Stede's knee, full of mirth.

“I'm teasing, babe. It's okay. I like it too.” He reassured, rubbing his rounded belly in long strokes from sternum to navel, where his ache was the most intense.

“Ed, it looks like it really hurts,” all of Stede's adorable bitchiness was replaced with genuine concern.

“Yeah sometimes it does,” his belly was on point with the timing of its gurgles as one ripped through him causing him to grimace. Stede's hand was on him again a moment later. Stede's belly rubs were so much more soothing than his own.

“It's a good pain though,” Ed continued, “especially when I have you to take care of me. You're so good at it, Stede. You make me feel so loved with the way you take care of me.”

Stede’s smile was now the glorious, beating, sun at high noon. Ed was basking in it, gazing back at him, trying to convey all of the immensity of the love he felt for him with his eyes alone.

All the while, Stede massaged his bloated belly sweetly. Ed was starting to feel better. He was settled enough that coherent thoughts were mostly back to him. Stede’s hands were fucking magic.

After enjoying contented silence and belly rubs for a long while, Ed remembered something.

“Hey, Stede, what did you drop when you walked in here? Anything important?”

Stedes expression brightened again.

“Oh yes!” then, flatly, “Oh shit.”

Stede stopped his rubbing, giving Ed a loving belly pat and a kiss on the forehead before he stood and crossed the room to the discarded mystery pile.

“Oh dear. I'd brought you a cake,” Ed's ears perked and his cock twitched, “but it is looking- uh- a bit smashed up.”

“Smashed cake is still good cake in my opinion,” insisted Ed.

“Fair enough. And also, well, I had noticed your clothes have been fitting a bit tight, so I wanted to surprise you with a couple of new outfits.” Despite everything that had passed between them that day, Ed still managed to blush. How long had Stede been clocking his sudden dramatic weight gain? Longer than Ed himself had, it seems.

Stede must have noticed his embarrassment adding, “I had to get a few of mine tailored around the tummy as well,” he patted his belly. Ed had noticed Stede getting a little extra pudge around his middle as well. It wasn't much, but the extra softness there was a current fascination of Ed's. His cock was fully awake again.

He knew exactly what he wanted, but he wasn't sure if he was brave enough to ask. Was there still a chance that this would all be too much for Stede. Even if it was, surely he could trust him to politely decline instead of some devastating alternative.

“So, uh, maybe bring that cake over here and I can, uh, appraise the damage,” Ed dared a glance up at Stede who was already scooping the crumpled cake box off the ground. He was back by Ed's side seconds later, cake on his lap.

They caught each other's eyes, each hoping to glean a safe next step. They held each other's gaze as a palpable electric charge filled the space between them. It was Stede who finally gave a gentle huff and an awe-struck smile and broke eye contact to set the cake on the table in front of them and push open the lid.

The cake was a little jostled, but mostly intact. Ed took a moment to appreciate the craftsmanship. Lovely Stede had picked out such a gorgeous cake for him. His heart fluttered even as his cock throbbed.

“Stede,” it came out as nearly a whisper, “I'm hungry.”

Stede's eyes bulged as he looked from Ed's face to his swollen belly. Then he grinned in a way that was simultaneously so loving and so ravenous that a shiver shot down Ed's spine.

“Feed it to me?” this time it was only a whisper.

“Yes, alright”.

Stede moved to sit on the table, facing Ed. He scooped out a piece of cake with his bare hand. No fancy forks here. Ed loved him so much.

Ed quickly adjusted his position to give his belly a little more room. He was going to need it.

He was salivating as Stede lifted the cake to his mouth. His cock was almost painfully hard already. He opened his mouth, more than ready to taste the delicious confection, but Stede had paused. Ed looked him in the eyes, making a little whining noise, begging for a taste. Stede accepted that as a cue to continue. He smiled adoringly, and brought the cake to Ed's lips.

Ed closed his eyes and moaned around his first bite. It was incredible. Rich, moist, beautifully balanced. It was like Ed had blasted off into some sort of sweet tooth paradise. It was over all too soon and his taste buds were screaming for more.

He opened his eyes and looked at Stede. He must have successfully communicated his desperation because Stede took the cue to keep feeding him. Soon the first piece was gone, and then another, and then 3 more.

Ed was back in his rhythmic eating trance. Bite, chew, swallow, repeat. The space that had freed up in his belly was rapidly filling again.

Bite, chew, swallow.

Ed was losing his rhythm. He was speeding up, becoming frantic. He knew if he slowed, he would hit a wall. He wasn't ready to stop. He never wanted Stede to stop feeding him.

“Alright, now, easy love,” Stede soothed. He had paused his steady feeding to stroke Ed's freshly packed stomach with the back of his cake-covered fingers.

Stedes touch felt incredible, but also brought attention to how tight Ed's belly felt. Ed wasn't ready to give up just yet. He grunted in frustration, grabbing Stede's hand and pulling it toward his mouth. Ed wrapped his velvety slick lips around one of Stede's fingers and sucked, moaning obscenely as his tongue worked to lick up every bit of cake.

He pulled Stede’s finger out, shining with spit, but otherwise completely clean. Stede thought he might come his pants. Instead he managed to reach for another hunk of cake. Ed devoured it.

It was clear Ed was slowing down on the next piece. His moans were sounding more like whimpers and his breathing was becoming shallow.

Stede let him finish the piece he was working on. Ed fell back panting. Stede's clean hand was on his belly gently massaging.

“Ed, honey, are you alright?” Ed had been lost in the sensation of Stede's rubs on his packed stomach.

“How much is left?”

“Oh- uhm- you've eaten maybe a third.”

“I want to eat it all, Stede,” begged Ed through labored breaths, as if he'd just ran a mile, “I can do it.”

Stede pushed gently on Ed's belly, seeing if he could feel any give that would suggest room for more cake. Ed groaned as the pressure momentarily overwhelmed his senses.

“Ed, my darling, I don't think your poor tummy can handle anymore.”

“Please, Stede, ” Ed begged, not caring how pathetic he was being.

“Baby, I don't think you could even stand up right now.”

“Can too.” Probably.

“Alright, stand up and walk to the bed. I'll feed you more there.”

“Deal,” said Ed through gritted teeth as he tried to push himself up, but found himself pinned by his comically engorged abdomen.

Stede moved out of the way to spectate. He was oscillating between arousal, amusement, and concern as Ed struggled to scoot himself to the edge of the couch. He had to follow his belly to make any progress and it surged in front of him, eventually settling between his legs. His gut hung there and heaved as he caught his breath.

Finally, he braced himself on the table in front of him with both hands, and with a strained groan, started to lift his heavily bloated body. Stede rushed forward and hovered close in case Ed managed to flip the table and needed to be caught.

Then, he was up, unsteady for a moment , but then standing firm. His belly felt so incredibly heavy now with the full weight of gravity on it. He was painfully distended. He hadn't ever seen his gut protrude so much.

He began awkward, shuffling steps toward the bed nook. He held his belly with both hands and was somewhat successful in taking some weight off of it. Everything was going great until a violent belly cramp almost brought him to his knees. Instead, he held his belly, leaning forward, giving it space to hang.

Stede was there almost instantly, one hand snaking around his back and holding him steady, and the other cupping his cramping belly. Ed nearly sobbed his relief at having Stede supporting him.

Ed let Stede steady him and help bare some of his weight as he shuffled the rest of the way to bed.

Ed would have collapsed onto the bed if Stede wasn't there to help him slide out of his too tight pants and gently deposit him at the edge.

Ed sat there catching his breath, gut between his thighs, forehead resting on Stede's soft, gently curving belly. Stede stood solidly by, stroking Ed's hair and back as he collected himself.

The intense weight in Ed's belly felt like he'd swallowed a cannon ball. Somehow, he still wanted more.

Once he finally caught his breath he looked up at Stede.

“I made it,” he declared, batting his long eyelashes. Stede gave him a fond, if slightly concerned smile. “Do I get more cake now?” his eyes looked more massive and gorgeous than Stede had ever seen them.

“Anything you want, angel. Let's make sure you're comfortable first,” Stede set up a wedge of pillows that would keep him upright, yet comfortably reclined.

He helped Ed scootch back and recline into his spot before going back for the cake. He set it on the end table and carefully climbing over Ed, settling cross-legged by the window. It seemed like the best spot to have both hands free for feeding and rubbing.

“Can you hand me the cake box, my love?” It was more of an inquiry than a request. Ed looked potentially pinned by his round belly.

He stirred at Stede's words and began slowly, painstakingly twisting himself toward the end table, grunting with the effort. Somehow, he managed to retrieve it and hand it off to Stede who set it down on the bed next to him.

Stede gave Ed an apriasing once over that made Ed flush.

“Honey,” started Stede, “you're sure you're up for more?”

“God, yes,” Ed didn't hesitate, but then he backtracked, “I mean only if you want to. I know this is kind of a lot to ask-”

“No!” Stede nearly shouted. He cleared his throat and tried again, “No, Ed, if you want it, I am thrilled to help.”

Stede picked up another chunk of cake and Ed whined. The way Stede just scooped it up with his lovely soft hands was so deliciously dirty. It was driving him wild. He would let Stede feed him forever, if he could.

Stede gently pushed a loose strand of hair out of Ed's face before saying, “Open up.”

Ed didn't hesitate and soon flavor was exploding on his tongue again. Fuck, it was a good cake.

He wolfed down the first chunk. Then a second and a third. The fourth went slower. He was already so full, but he wasn't ready to stop. The pressure in his stomach was intense, yet so gratifying.

The 5th and 6th pieces were agonizing. Stede stroked his hair and spoke in wonderfully soothing tones as he fed them to him. Ed was too overwhelmed to get much of what he was actually saying, but the sound of his voice, so encouraging and caring, was enough to keep him going. Stede feeding him was the sexiest thing that had ever happened to him and he never wanted it to stop.

Then six was gone and Stede was lifting number seven up to Ed's mouth. Ed made a sound he'd never heard from himself before: it was somewhere between a whimper and a groan. His entire abdomen felt monstrously bloated, more distended and round than he'd ever seen it, skin stretched tight. His whole belly ached fiercely. He wondered if it was possible to actually explode from overeating.

Every sensation was going straight to his cock, which seemed to throb and ache in tandem with his belly, both screaming for relief.

“Ed!” It took Stede three tries before Ed registered that he was talking to him. Ed grunted in acknowledgement. “Sweetheart, are you holding up alright? I've never seen your tummy this big before. I don't want to hurt you, love.”

“I don't want you to stop,” Ed pleaded, breathlessly. “It feels so good to have you feeding me, but you might have to force me a little. I can fit more.”

“Force you?! Ed...” Stede ran his clean hand over Ed's taut belly. Ed moaned obscenely. Stede's mind short circuited at the sound and his concern flipped to blind lust.

He forced another bite between Ed's lips. Ed moaned around the new mouthful, staring into Stede's lust-filled eyes. It was the perfect motivation to keep himself going.

He managed to swallow and Stede was pushing more food into him. He slipped into a state of intoxication. His consciousness zeroed in on the incredible stretch in his belly.

Then, a cramp overtook him. He groaned and squeezed his lips tight against the next bite. Stede hesitated a moment, but then remembering Ed's request pressed on.

“Open up, Ed. You're almost done. You've done so well. You're so good, Ed.” Fuck, he wanted to be good for Stede. Stede really wanted this. Ed's insane fantasies were actually coming true. He was gonna be so fucking good. He opened and accepted another bite.

He somehow managed to swallow, having no idea how anything else was fitting inside of him at this point. That's when a wave of nausea hit him. He groaned miserably, holding his ball of a belly, hoping that he could keep everything down. He really didn't want to deal with the alternative.

“Ed,” Stede sounded worried. That wouldn't do.

“It's okay,” started Ed, breathless and sweating and then breaking into a whining moan. “I'm just feeling a bit sick.”

“Oh Ed,” Stede was already jumping out of bed, but Ed barely noticed. He was intensely focused on keeping the contents of his poor stomach.

Moments later there was a lovely coolness over his head, followed by soothing warmth draping over his belly. Stede had come back with hot and cool towels.

“There you are, sweetheart. Let's take a break and work some pressure out, yeah?”

Ed couldn't argue with that. He didn't think he could swallow another bite if he tried.

“Thank you,” Ed managed. His nausea instantly calmed down. Stede always knew what to do.

“Of course. Are you alright?”

“Better now,” he panted. “Just so fucking stuffed”.

Stede pouted as if he wasn't the one who just filled him to the brim with cake. He sat on the edge of the bed and removed the towel from Ed's belly.

Ed only had only a moment to mourn the loss before Stede's warm hands replaced it, rubbing oil over him.

Ed let out a pained groan. “Too rough!”

“Shit! Shit I'm sorry, Ed. You're so tight!”

Ed let out another low moan. He didn’t need to be reminded. He couldn't focus on anything else.

Then, Stede's hands were back, more gentle now. Patiently applying light pressure with soothing rubs. Ed moaned again, this time contentedly. Stede's hands were so broad. He could feel their strength even when his touch was feather-light. Ed felt his excitement growing again.

Ed let himself get lost in the sweet relief as Stede's hands slipped around his ballooned belly.

Stede slowly increased his pressure. Ed grunted with the new force on his bloated stomach, but then a loud burp erupted from him, unexpectedly. His eyes flew open, looking for Stede's reaction, as heat filled his cheeks.

Stede smiled victoriously back at him.

“There. Does that feel better, darling?”

It really did. Ed nodded his head in confirmation. Stede’s smile brightened even more, before he redoubled his focus on Ed's belly.

Ed was soaring, floating in absolute ecstasy as Stede rubbed him down. His only worry was letting his frequent belches out carefully, as to not lose his considerable lunch.

He didn't know how long Stede rubbed him before he began to feel settled enough to safely let himself fully melt away. He might have fallen asleep if not for the ache in his belly and increasing arousal hidden from his view beyond it.

The realization that he couldn't see his cock around his huge belly had him rapidly filling the rest of the way. He emitted a greedy whimper as he pushed his belly into Stede's hands.

Stede met his push with even more pressure.

Ed cried out. He could feel exactly how bloated he was against Stede's hands pushing into him. The pain from the extra pressure was intense, but feeling this big under Stede's hands was driving him wild. His cock throbbed and he trusted forward, chasing more pressure and any relief for his aching cock.

“Oh my,” exclaimed Stede, stroking Ed's cock with that feather-light touch, pulling away and smiling mischievously when Ed tried pushing into him for more relief.

“Fuck, Stede, I need more,” he was helplessly pinned to the bed under his gut. The most he could do to chase relief was to writhe and whine.

Stede chuckled fondly, “Say please, greedy boy.”

That did something to Ed, “Please,” he begged, breathless with need.

“Good boy.”

“Huummgrh,” Ed was writhing and rolling his hips again. He was determined to be such a good boy. Anything to hear that again.

Mercifully, Stede's fingers finally wrapped around Ed's cock and began to stroke, while his other continued soothing his tummy.

“Yes,” Ed breathed, “fuck yes!” he pushed his body up into Stedes hands, desperate to intensify every sensation. He needed more.

“Goodness, you really are a greedy boy,” Ed moaned in response. Stede continued, “you finished more than half of that cake. Just look at how big you got your belly for me.”

Ed's eyes rolled back. Fuck, Stede was good at this. He'd been rubbing Ed's belly for weeks, but now adding the praise and teasing was going to drive Ed insane.

Wait a second, “Only half?” It had felt like so much.

Stede paused. Looking at him quizzically.

“You think you can handle more, darling,” Ed squirmed again.

“I think, maybe, with some help,” Ed gazed up at him. Eyes huge, shining, and hungry.

“And what would you say to me filling you up while we fill you up,” and then Stede, the lunatic, actually winked at him Ed would have laughed if he wasn't overwhelmingly excited by the proposition.

“I'm- uh- not sure I can get into a good position for it,” Ed lamented. “I'm worried I'm too full to handle holding my legs up for you.” Ed rubbed over his rounded belly and pouted up at Stede.

“I've got an idea,” Stede smiled cheekily, “how about I help you onto your hands and knees? That should give your tummy plenty of room”.

“Oh fuck yeah, Stede, you're brilliant,” Ed would have surged up and kissed him if he didn't feel so heavy. “Can you help me up,” he asked sheepishly.

“My pleasure, gorgeous,” Stede delicately helped Ed sit up and then flip onto his hands and knees, pausing to hold his belly for him and check in with every “ouch” and “Oof”.

Once Ed was in position, he found Stede staring at him, eyes wide, mouth gaping.

“Oh Ed. You look beautiful,” Stede traced the curve of his belly, hanging heavily below him. “How do you feel? Are you sure you're up for this?” he asked, stroking the side of his distended abdomen.

“Yeah. This feels great. Takes so much pressure off. I just feel heavy. Feels good.”

Stede leaned in, kissed his temple, and reached for the cake box on the other side of the bed. A shiver shot down Ed's spine. He began salivating even as he was painfully aware of the weight in his belly.

Stede moved away for a few moments. Ed, waited, soaking up the anticipation, enjoying the weight of his hanging belly.

When Stede came back, he was naked, fully erect, and sliding the remaining cake, now plated on one of Stede's finest silver dishes, onto the bed in front of Ed. Ed's cock pulsed with excitement.

Then the bed was shifting as Stede got in behind him, putting a hand on Ed's ass cheek to steady himself.

A moment later, Stede's oiled fingers were teasing along Ed's hole. He was already a whimpering mess under Stede's touch. He needed more.

“Stede, please!”

Stede obeyed Immediately, letting one finger slip in.

“Yes, Stede. Fuck yes!” Ed was pushing himself back into Stede's finger, searching for more. “Fill me up, baby, please.”

Stede pulled his finger out slowly and let two slide back in. He slowly fucked Ed on his fingers, feeling Ed losen, letting him deeper inside of him until Stede found what he was looking for.

Ed yelled out as Stede's fingers slid along his prostate, lighting him up with sensation. It was the first time Ed had actually fully forgotten about his persistent belly ache since that morning.

That is until Stede took his unoccupied hand and began rubbing the side of Ed's hanging belly. Ed nearly came untouched at the sudden contact with his sensitive stomach.

“Stede, please. Please, I'm ready. Fuck me.”

“Hmm…” toyed Stede. “I'm not sure if you've earned that yet. I haven't seen you make any moves to finish that cake.”

Fuck.

Ed didn't hesitate to lower himself down, pressing his face into the remaining cake.

It was an adjustment, eating like this, but he got the hang of it in no time. By the time he did, Stede was gingerly pulling his fingers free. He lined himself up, pressing his gorgeous thick thighs into Ed's now rather ample cheeks.

Ed moaned obscenely around a mouthful of cake as Stede began slowly fucking into him. In a few thrusts he was in to the base of his thick cock. Ed felt so satisfyingly full.

They moaned in unison.

Stede paused there. He reached around and cupped the side of Ed's belly.

“Ready, sweetheart? All good?”

“Stede, please!”

Stede didn't hesitate a second longer before he began fucking into Ed. He moved slowly at first. Ed moaned again, burrying his face into the cake for another mouthful.

“That's my good boy. Eat up, perfect man. Fuck yes.” Now Stede was fucking into him with fervor. Sliding over Ed's prostate with every thrust.

Ed was lost to the rhythm again. His belly was getting tighter. He had never felt so completely filled. He wanted to make it last, but wasn't sure if he could.

Judging by Stede's increasingly frantic thrusts, he wasn't alone.

Just when the sensation had almost reached a peak for Ed, his stomach gurgled violently. He moaned, this time in pain as much as pleasure. Suddenly Stede's thrusts were shaking Ed's belly more than he could take. He felt nausea creeping back in, but just as it was becoming too much, Stede snaked his hand around Ed and cradled his distended belly, stilling the worst of the discomfort.

“Ed, I'm not going to last,” cried Stede.

His thrusts came faster, but he held on to Ed's belly. Stede always was prioritizing Ed's comfort

Ed went in for another bite, but found that the cake was gone.

Before he could process that fully, Stede's hand was wrapping around Ed's dripping cock, pumping him in unison with his thrusts making Ed see stars.

“You're so good, Ed. Your appetite is so sexy. Look at how you jiggle when I fuck you now- oh my God, Ed, did you finish that cake. Fuck you're a pig. Oh fuck, Ed, I'm gonna-”

Ed felt Stede's cock throb inside him, pumping him full of his cum.

Some combination of the sensation of Stede's thick, throbbing cock and Ed's heroically stuffed belly, and Stede's praise and shock at Ed's appetite had Ed following Stede over the edge before Stede was even finished.

Ed's vision burst into kaleidoscopic color as his orgasm rocked through him. He felt himself tighten and pulse around Stede’s cock, pulling the last of his orgasm from him.

Stede cried out, finally taken to the peak of completion. He barely managed to stop himself from collapsing onto Ed, who was beginning to shake just from holding himself up.

Stede slipped out of a shaking, whimpering Ed, careful not to hurt him.

Then, he was off the bed, leaning over Ed, gently rubbing his shoulder as he spoke.

“Ed, honey, you're shaking. Let me help you up.”

Ed obliged, whimpering only a little as Stede wrapped his arms around him, carefully arranging him sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Stede- arggh-” He cut himself off with his own moan. He couldn't breathe. He was too fucking tight. He clutched his belly and burped loudly. “I can't sit like this, man. It fucking hurts. I've gotta lay down.”

“Yes, alright, love, but do you think you can handle giving me just a couple minutes to clean up? The bed is rather full of frosting and cum.” Despite everything that had just happened between them, Stede wrinkled his nose in disgust over the soiled bedding. Ed would have laughed if he wasn't so fucking tight.

He didn't have the energy to speak, but he let Stede help him into a standing position. Once on his feet, two things happened. They both misjudged Ed's center of gravity and he tethered forward into Stede just as a cramp shot through his belly and he doubled over clutching himself.

Stede caught him. He held him there, supporting more of Ed's weight than Ed was himself and speaking in soft, reassuring tones. Ed was too stuffed and deep in afterglow to hear much. It sounded lovely and soothing, nonetheless.

“Can you handle holding yourself up for a moment, dear. I need to get a clean sheet.” That, Ed did hear and he nodded, though he wasn't sure if he actually could.

Stede took a moment to disentangle himself from Ed and to make sure he was steady on his feet before slipping away.

Ed held his belly, feeling like the contents might burst out of it if he didn't. Standing this way, he could feel the immense weight of everything he'd consumed that day. He tried sucking his belly in, just to see if he could. He could not. Like, not at all.

Stede was back and fussing with the bed.

“Babe, I can't take this much longer.” Ed was beginning to shake again. He was exhausted and the painful weight in his gut was nearly too much to bare.

Thankfully, Stede was just finishing putting Ed's pillows back together.

“Okay, honey, there we are,” Stede's arm was around the small of Ed's back, the other tenderly cradling his belly. He led Ed back to the bed and carefully helped him to lay back down.

Once Ed was situated, Stede produced a clean towel from somewhere to clean Ed up. Then, he stretched out beside him, and began lightly stroking his belly. Ed was breathing rapidly yet shallowly. His belly was too stuffed to fill with air.

“It's okay, love. You're alright. You're going to feel better soon. You've done so well, Ed. You are so incredibly perfect for me. Sometimes I can't believe you're real.”

“Stede-” Ed's voice cracked and his eyes filled with tears.

“Oh Ed, sweetheart, darling, I'm so sorry, was it too much? Did I hurt you,” Stede held Ed's belly protectively, as he searched between his eyes, desperate to make everything okay.

“No, Stede. It was fucking perfect. You're fucking perfect. I just- I don't want to lose this,” ah yes, all those thoughts Ed had been avoiding. Now that he'd orgasmed in the most fucking perfect way, they were all flooding back. Awful timing, really. He was too fucking sick for all of this, but he knew his nerves wouldn't let him rest.

“Why would you lose this, Ed? You don't think I'll leave again, do you? I'm so sorry, honey, but I can promise you that I will never leave your side-”

“Stede,” Ed cut him off, shaking his head and trying to sit up to say what he wanted to say, but he hurt himself moving too quickly and sunk back down. He squeezed his eyes shut and more tears ran down his cheeks.

Stede wiped his tears and waited for Ed to speak. Ed looked up at Stede with his giant shining eyes.

“I can't be a pirate anymore. I'm so fucking scared that this is all going to get ripped away from us at any second. It's dangerous enough being a pirate, without sailing with a fucking infamous pirate. I'm a fucking liability, Stede. I'm so scared that something is going to happen to you and it will be all my fault. I can't keep living this life with you, always afraid I'm going to lose it.”

“What are you saying, Ed?”

Ed hated to say what he needed to say. All he wanted was to lay safely in their bed and let Stede care for him. His belly ache was crippling, but he'd come too far to go back now, “I need to leave.”

“Okay, then I'll come with you.”

Ed's breath caught. He thought he had to say goodbye. This, he didn't expect. “You'll- but Stede, you love this life.”

“No, Ed. I love you. I don’t want any life without you in it. Wherever you go, I want to be by your side, if you'll have me.” Stede sounded so sure. Ed's heart swelled.

“Of course, I'll fucking have you,” Ed squeaked. He wanted to dive across the bed and tackle-hug Stede, but he was still pinned under his own gluttony.

Stede kissed his forehead and then settled in next to him, head resting in the crook of his arm, and began rubbing Ed's belly exactly how Ed liked.

Ed sighed and felt the last of his emotional tension melt out of his muscles. Now all he had to worry about was surviving the aftermath of his eating spree. His belly gurgled. He gritted his teeth against the pain.

“Oh Ed. Your poor tummy! We might have gotten a bit carried away with this one…”

“Nah, babe, it was fucking perfect,” even as he winced against an oncoming cramp. “I mean, it hurts like hell, but I don't know, man. It's fucking hot. I'm just glad you're into it and don't think I'm gross for being so horny about it,” Ed chuckled. Stede stopped his rubbing and lifted himself to look into Ed's face.

“I'm very into it. That hottest sex ever. Oh and Ed?”

“Hm?”

“Taking care of you is my absolute favorite thing in the world.” Ed felt like he could fly.

“Well that's good babe because my stomach is killing me. I think I'm in for a rough night after all that.”

“Oh that's alright, honey, I've got you, whatever you need,” whispered Stede, kissing Ed's cheek and cradling his belly.

“Your rubbing is perfect for now. Fuck it hurts. I can't believe I ate all of that.”

“Hmm,” Stede hummed in agreement. “You are going to get very fat if you keep eating like that, my darling.”

Ed froze, “auh-uh- would that be a bad thing?”

“Oh God no. More of you to love could never be a bad thing. The weight looks so good on you. And the idea of getting to watch you grow is just- I mean only if that is what you want. You are perfect any way you are. It's just all this has gotten me thinking and-”

Ed could see Stede's nerves getting away from him, so he interrupted, “Well, If we are going to settle down somewhere, a disguise might be good. Don't think many people would recognize Blackbeard if he was suddenly a fat guy with a white beard.”

The image had Stede squirming with excitement.

“Yes! Ahem- I mean yeah that might be good.” He continued his stroking on Ed's belly, now imagining it fatter and trying to keep himself from drooling over the image.

“And, um,” continued Stede, trying to distract himself so he didn't end up humping Ed's leg in excitement, “any idea of where we'll go?”

Ed shrugged, “I've always wanted to be an innkeeper.”

“Hmm, innkeeper,” Stede said, as if he was trying it on. “I'm game”.

Ed closed his eyes and let himself sink deeper into he and Stede's butter-soft sheets, a contented smile spreading across his cheeks. The sun was only just setting, but Ed was exhausted. His belly ached intensely, with a molten epicenter that spanned about four of Stede's fingers above his navel.

It was amazing the way Stede's hand was seemingly made to fill that space.

Ed sighed contentedly. His hand moved to cover Stede's, moving his hand to rub just right up and down the full length of his belly.

“That feels amazing, babe.”

Stede smiled and began peppering kisses along Ed's face, neck and shoulders with increasing intensity until Ed devolved into helpless giggles.

“Oof,” Ed winced, hand moving to his belly to soothe himself. He looked at Stede apologetically.

Stede kissed him again, more gently this time, rubbing soothing circles into his belly.

“Just tell me how I can keep you comfortable, sweetheart.”

“Mkay,” mumbled a heavy-lidded Ed. His brow furrowed. “I think I need to try laying on my side for a while.”

Stede helped him rotate on to his side, adjusting his pillows. He gently lifted Ed's belly so he could slip a pillow underneath for some pressure and support, while Ed grumbled that it wouldn't work.

It totally worked. The cool pillow was incredibly soothing and supportive. Ed pouted while Stede took a second to gloat about his superior caregiving instincts.

Then, Stede snuggled up behind him, tucking his knees into the back of Ed's, resting his little belly in the small of Ed's back. He fit perfectly there.

“We were made to fit together,” Stede whispered, his arm snaking around Ed's thick waist, rubbing the side of his still significantly bloated belly.

Ed exhaled contentedly, a smile on his lips. He was already beginning to drift off.

“Aren't you gonna go read to the crew tonight?”

“I think I'm needed here, darling. I want to be here in case you wake up. You said it might be a rough night?”

Ed chuckled, “Yeah, It probably will be. I'm fucked up, man.”

Stede squeezed him, somehow pressing their bodies even closer.

“Then I want to be here to take care of you.” Stede punctuated by kissing the crown of his head.

Ed let out another contented sigh. Tomorrow they would figure out the details of their retirement, but for now, he could rest. He let Stede's rubs and the rolling of the waves lull him as he drifted. He was asleep in seconds, a satisfied smile on his lips, already dreaming of an inn filled with lovely decor, fascinating nicknacks and all the snacks he could eat.