Coming back to his senses, Pit noticed all the monsters had gone and the tube he was bring fed with was left dangling in the room. He had been released from his shackles but his cell only had it, a bed and a large pile of food in it.
"Well, at least I won't stave." the angel huffed. That comment brought his attention to his stomach though.
No longer the trained, flat masterpiece it once was, Pit's belly had rounded out and piled into a round gut in his lap. He was unsure how to react, just stunned at how he never noticed his gain. He shook and prodded it. It was heavy and soft, likely due to the fluid that Hades fed him. Standing up, it looked even more unnatural. It sagged a bit but retained it's ball-like shape and jiggled slightly every time he moved. He could barely see his feet.
The act of standing was oddly tiring and caused whatever was inside his stomach to churn so he decided to sit back down, letting his belly rest again on his legs. He instinctively rubbed it to try and calm his gut down.
"Having fun there, Pitty-pat?" Hades voice boomed. Pit didn't respond but curiously didn't stop caressing his stomach. "Oh, feeling mad, are we? Well, I thought you should know something about your food."
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