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 And that... Was how he ended up here. Bound to the chair, which was bound to the table, so he had absolutely no way to get up and run away. He was just stuck marinating in his anxieties as he waited for Arthur to finish up whatever the hell he was doing there. Not only where his nerves getting too him, but his stomach was quickly beginning to twist with hunger as well, causing him to grow impatient. After all, he had been waiting for dinner before all this happened, and the tantalizing smells coming from the kitchen were only making the problem worse. Finally, after another ten minutes of waiting, Arthur emerged from the kitchen, a rather

Gilbert huffed, leaning over the edge of his bed and wrapping his arms around his stomach. Looking down at his lap, he whimpered lightly as he noticed the subtle thickness of his thighs, which was slightly more than it used to be. Squeezing his softened tummy, he dug his nails into his sides and tried to calm himself down. His love was coming over today, and they’d be there soon, but he really didn’t want them to see the changes. It wasn’t much, and he could hide it by just wearing a baggy sweatshirt and jeans.. But at the top, the jeans were a little tight on his thighs, and this was visible. He could hide that by just putt

 As the time ticked by, it eventually stopped helping his stomach feel better, and just made him feel a whole lot worse... And yet, it was giving him something else to think about. Instead of focusing on Matt, he was just trying to finish his bowl, and soothe the pain in his belly. Sighing quietly, he looked over his shoulder and around the room as if checking if anyone were watching, then unbuttoned his pants--the zipper just came undone by itself. Letting out a soft huff, he sighed as he lightly grazed his finger tips over the soft, taut skin on his middle. It was definitely swollen, what was usually a set of toned abs--formed from years of

Matthew whimpered quietly, shakily taking a sip from his tea. He just needed to calm down, and get a hold of himself. Matt would return safe and sound...Right? Right. This was what Matthew just kept telling himself, and it had worked! For a few days! At the moment, it was the fourth day of Matt’s business trip. Well..If you could really call it ‘business.’ He was studying the migration patterns as well as the behavioral habits of the majestic moose. Not really your stereotypical suit-and-tie business, but they both supposed that it still counted. However, to do so--to study the moose--he had to go out into the forest...A C