"GUUUURRRRRRP!"
Lockon burped, he gave his big belly a few pats and sighed in satisfaction with a grin. Feldt was behind him, but she could perfectly envision the way his tummy jiggled as it hung down. The brunette took another bite out of his chocolate bar, an act that would add more calories to his corpulent frame.
"Want a bite, Feldt?"
"Um!" His belly sloshed, sounding like water in a cooler, as he turned around to face the pinkette. "He's so jiggly!" She squeaked inside her mind as her gaze lingered on the Gundam Meister's gut, looking into his incredibly deep bellybutton.
"I don't mean just this, you can help yourself to the whole stash." He was referring to the haul of food he had brought with him to the hanger, along with a lounge chair, a nice way to make watching the Haros repair Dynames more cozy.
"Th-That's okay." Being the petit girl that she was, Feldt wasn't feeling hungry after lunch, and she certainly didn't want to get in the way of Lockon stuffing his belly, something he had been doing a lot of lately, and it showed on the bod Feldt was taking in.
Lockon's belly hung down out of his shirt, leaving half of the bulging orb shamelessly exposed to the elements for everyone to take in how big it was, and how much it jiggled and jostled with every step he made. When he wasn't full, his gut was kept tucked in by a very tough belt, giving him a big muffin top, but when he was full, he'd unbuckle that thing with a sigh of relief as his stomach bulged out with a jiggle, and by that point his shirt had turned into a crop top from how bloated with food his middle was. His normal suit could barely contain his gut, which made getting into it a pain, especially when it was time to clip the belt. When Lockon was targeting and firing in his Gundam, his fat belly would blanket his lap, it's soft expanse making a bed Haro used every chance he got.
Like he lazily slumped into a chair, often with a haul of food by it, Lockon's moobs lazily slumped onto his stomach, having gotten puffy enough to earn some jokes from Sumeragi and Lockon himself that he almost needed a bra, that trip to the beach they had made it very easy for Feldt to picture such a thing, bringing a heated blush to her face. His chest certainly had the jiggle of actual breasts, something his Feldt knew because when the Gundam Meister had a burp trapped in his gut, he'd thump his chest to get it out, making his moobs jiggle and jostle, a sight his admirer payed close attention to whenever it happened.
It was kinda fitting that the sniper had a huge butt with no tone that you'd often see on a couch potato, as snipers and couch potatoes had one thing in common: being really good at sitting at one place for a long time. Lockon could usually be found with his ass firmly planted on a chair or couch while he was scarfing down food without a care in the world, or for his waistline. When it came time to plant it in the cockpit of his Gundam, that was a much tighter squeeze, much like his outdated pants that was visibly tight on his fat ass, and with all the snacks he kept in Dynames, it was only going to get tighter.
His legs were rather thick and slack, nearly as responsible for the tightness of his pants as his bubble butt was. With how much they jiggled, it was obvious they were mainly used by Lockon to get to the kitchen and to get to a good spot to kick and relax. Only time he got truly active with them was when he needed to speed down to the hanger and hop in the Dynames, his entire body jiggling like jello as he moved the fastest his tubby legs could carry him.
Lockon's face hadn't changed as much as it could've from all his pigging out, but that wasn't to say there wasn't any change at all. His cheeks had gotten more plump (and more prone to catching crumbs), and he was getting a bit of a double chin going on, one that got bigger whenever he dropped a chocolate bar and looked down to pick it up.
"Suit yourself. BUUARP! More for me then."
"Y-Yes..."
She watched him jiggle and waddle, in a way that was somehow cool, over to the lounge chair he placed next to his haul, and then plop down in it with a sigh, she saw his belly come oozing out onto his lap, her face heating up at that. "His belly's so big! Oh, it must be so soft! I wish I could touch it..."
Alas, she'd have to settle for watching from afar and pretending she was watching the Haros, well, she was watching them a little, but the main attraction was the biggest ball in the hanger. To think this was one of the changes Celestial Being's Armed Interventions would bring. A few weeks of successful operations had created a lull in the fighting, a no doubt temporary one, but long enough for Lockon to get real comfy not having many assignments, and once he got comfy, he got lazy and fat.
Feldt had feelings for him ever since that talk they had about her parents, and now that he was in his current state, well, to quote Sumeragi on him "There's nothing hotter then a guy with a gut!". Feldt wouldn't put it that way, but she did wish she had the courage to reach out and grab big handfuls of his fat gut, just like Sumeragi and Christina did. And like Tieria did that one time he was scolding him about his weight, which might not have been a good idea, all that violent shaking is probably what made him (no doubt intentionally) burp in his face to shut him up.
Lockon ate, ate, and then ate some more, even with a belly that big, Feldt had no idea where he was getting all that room for so much chicken and chips, to name just a few of the things he was eating. With the way his stomach started bloating up, it looked like he was somehow creating more room in his stomach for it. She wasn't a big eater, if anything she had a small appetite, but being able to eat that much did look appealing.
Lockon certainly knew how to make it look appealing, he looked the king of contentment once he finished his pile of food, leaning back with his bigger belly sticking out, a pleased "That hit the spot..." passing his smirking lips as he drummed his belly, the belches coming out of him, Feldt loved this sight.
Her heart raced as she saw his hands lazily go towards to his belt, the pilot letting out a little burp. This was it, this was the best part, the grand finale to every feast.
"Here it comes!"
His hands fumbled around a bit, not unexpected when they had to maneuver around this huge belly, but they reached their first objective: his pants. Lockon sighed as he undid his pants and zipper, feeling the pressure on his tummy growing lighter, his belly moving out a bit, the belt audibly straining against it.
"It must be hard for Lockon to put his belt on every day, but I'm sure that makes it even better to take it off."
And that was the next objective: the dreaded belt buckle, the bane of all full tummies. His hands gripping both ends, Feldt heard a light *click* as Lockon's hands made contact with the buckle, and after a second or two...
*BWOOMPH*
"Aaaaahhhh..."
Lockon's gut came flopping out at lightning speed when it's prison was undone, proudly bulging three inches farther, overtaking his lap like an avalanche of cookie dough. He ran a hand over it in pleasure and then gave it a few pats, Feldt was downright crimson as her scanned the giant, jiggling dome known as Lockon's gut, now THAT was a tummy!
"Whew, yeah... UUUURRRP! Much better." The overfed brunette then turned his gaze towards Feldt, it's hard to tell what startled her, that he was looking at her all of a sudden, or the huge burp he let out before saying something. "Man, it's a surprise I haven't busted my belt yet."
"I-I'm sure you'll do it someday. That's what Tieria says." Feldt said with a small smile.
*GGGRRGL*
A familiar (to both of them) gurgle sounded from his middle, drawing both pairs of eyes to it. Knowing what to do in this station, Lockon grabbed the sides of his gut (Feldt feeling very jealous right now) and gave it some good shakes up and down, his big belly jiggling and jostling.
"BUUUURRP! BUUUAAAARP! UUUUURRRRRRP!"
"He can burp like Sumeragi! ...Okay, maybe not that good, but pretty close."
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