Ed sighed, smiling contentedly as he sat back on the Rockbell's couch, clad in his usual, casual clothes; his sleeveless black shirt and his boxers.
In the course of his and Al's quest for the Philosopher's Stone, they had gotten themselves into a particularly sticky situation involving some alchemists on the run from the law. Long story short, Ed had accidentally gotten careless, and his automail arm had been all but completely destroyed (again.) Following a very tense telephone conversation with Winry, which involved her threatening bodily harm on Ed for wrecking her automail, Ed and Al had headed for Resembool for a repair job.
The damage, however, was more extensive than it had seemed. Barring all the messy details (and Ed's shocked outburst,) it was eventually decided that it would take around four or five weeks to fix. This meant that Ed was stuck, lounging around and impatiently waiting for Winry and Pinako to finish their work.
However, as the first two weeks dragged on, Ed found himself enjoying the peace. No rushing around for clues, no immediate concerns, no insulting comments from Colonel Mustang... it was actually quite nice. Not to mention he got to enjoy Pinako's cooking...
Mulling over all of this, Ed placed his flesh arm behind his head, only to move it a few seconds later to rest it on his stomach. The relative inactivity and feelings of contentment had increased his appetite somewhat, and he'd found himself having seconds and even thirds of meals. Ed frowned, feeling his stomach through his shirt. Was he starting to put on a little weight?
Ed shrugged it off; he figured he could work it off once his limbs were fixed. For now, he was just going to take it easy.
As if on cue, Ed yawned. He could really go for a nap right now...
Closing his eyes, Ed slowly laid down, falling asleep in a matter of minutes.
A few minutes later, Ed's hand was inside his shirt, pushing it up and exposing his stomach. If Al were present (he was currently outside and helping to cut some firewood), he would silently chide Ed for sleeping in that position. Moreover, he would notice that Ed's stomach had gotten a bit fleshier, a bit softer, a bit bigger...
He might even get an uneasy feeling of things to come.
When Ed woke up...
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