Lil' Stuffers: Chapter 5

Kiba gaped at the steaming bowl that had been set before him. “Wow, Naruto, you weren’t kidding about the size of these things…”

Giggling, the blonde grabbed his chopsticks and split them in two. “I know, right?” He looked down at his own bowl, licking his lips in anticipation.

Akamaru, sitting on the floor beside Kiba’s seat, simply looked at the bowls with resignation. Oh, I know, Naruto; I know…

The two boys were currently seated at a large table at the new restaurant, which, unlike Ichiraku’s, was entirely indoors.  Also, as opposed to Ichiraku’s stools, they were both seated in regular chairs. And, Akamaru noted as he glanced around, this wasn’t just a ramen place; though many of the customers did indeed have their own bowls of ramen, just as many had salads, or meat, or some other dish.

Luckily (or un-luckily, Akamaru whined to himself), Naruto and Kiba only had eyes for their own bowls of ramen set before them. Looking back at the table, it was all too clear to him why that was.

The bowls, just as Naruto had said, were absolutely massive. Filled not only with copious amounts of noodles and broth, but vegetables, meat, and fishcakes as well, both were easily bigger than either of the boys’ heads. Even on the occasion Kiba had gotten the extra-large bowls at Ichiraku’s, nothing compared to this.

Naruto, however, was simply grinning at the sheer size of the bowl. Oh boy…I haven’t seen a bowl of ramen this big since that mission a couple years back…

The mission in question, undertaken before Naruto had left the village for his training, had involved an eating contest, which he and Choji had entered together. He had barely passed the first round (bean jam buns), and as such, had had no room for the second round, which had come immediately after. It was, specifically, a ramen bowl that had been nearly—no, EXACTLY this size (he never forgot a ramen bowl, after all)—as big as the one before him now. What little he had tasted had been absolutely amazing, but he’d simply had no room. Instead, as the other contestants had gone to town on it, he had simply slumped back in his chair, arms hanging at his sides and shirt riding up over his stuffed belly (interestingly, the clothes he had been wearing during that competition were larger versions of the clothes  he was wearing now; guess he’d liked those clothes more than he’d thought…) Now, though, he thought as he looked at the bowl, now he had an empty tummy (he’d only had a cup of instant ramen and some dango earlier) and a determination not to let this bowl go to waste.

To this end, while Kiba continued gaping at his own bowl, Naruto grinned, dipped his chopsticks into his bowl, and brought a heaping helping of dripping noodles and condiments to his mouth. Opening wide, he clamped his mouth over the noodles and sucked them in, chewing enthusiastically.

Kiba, looking up from his own bowl, blinked at Naruto. “So? How is it?”

Gulping, Naruto licked his lips. “It’s really yummy!” Giggling, he dipped his chopsticks back in and scooped up some more noodles. “Ichiraku’s are still better, but these are still really tasty!” Beaming, he continued slurping up the noodles, giggling all the while.

“Tasty, huh?” Looking down at his bowl again, Kiba took a deep whiff of his bowl, practically salivating at the rich, savory scents emanating from it. Licking his own lips, Kiba took a somewhat small helping of noodles, blew on them a bit, then slurped them up. He chewed, slowly at first, then slightly quicker as his face lit up. “Oh, wow!” Kiba exclaimed, his mouth still full of noodle. “This is good!”  Swallowing, he dipped his chopsticks back in, getting a more substantial helping of noodles, as well as a few vegetables and meat. Smirking in anticipation, he lifted them to his mouth and began slurping, this time with more gusto.

Naruto, in the meantime, had gotten a mouthful of veggies and fishcakes in his mouth, and was currently chewing it happily. Mmm, he thought, giggling through the mouthful. I don’t usually like the veggies, but these are really crunchy! He chewed some more. And the fishcakes have a really nice flavor! Once it had been chewed to his satisfaction, he swallowed, gulping everything down.

Kiba, meanwhile, had slurped up a copious amount of noodles, as well as a few different kinds of meat. As soon as he started chewing the cuts of meat, a smile had lit his expression. Mmm, this meat’s really tender! Beaming, he continued chewing. Really chewy, too… He grinned wider, licking his lips even as he continued munching. Just the way  I like it…yum!He only chewed for a few more seconds before swallowing everything, noodles and all, and diving back in.

The boys continued on in this manner: slurping up meat, noodles, and veggies, beaming and giggling (earnestly in Naruto’s case, sheepishly in Kiba’s) as they swallowed. Occassionally, they would find a particularly large topping, hold it in their chopsticks, and show to the other before popping it into their mouth.

As Akamaru watched them, he was surprised to feel the same warmth from earlier coursing through him. He still felt worried-those bowls were massive!-, but a part of him couldn’t help but notice just how…happy the two seemed to be as they ate. Whether it was Naruto giggling as he slurped up some noodles, Kiba beaming as he munched on the pieces of meat, or the happy grins of both as, after certain mouthfuls, would lick their lips, occasionally let out a small burp, blush, and dive back in. Wonderful, the dog growled to himself halfheartedly. Even if they stuff themselves, I can’t be mad at them. Shaking his head, he looked back at the two. They’re just too damn…cute.

Oblivious to Akamaru’s private musings, Naruto and Kiba continue going to town on their bowls, slurping, chewing, and swallowing whatever got in their way. And, as the minutes ticked by, the level of ramen and broth in their bowls slowly went down. And yet, neither of them showed any signs of slowing down, continuing to attack their bowls with gusto. Before long, half of the bowls had been consumed.

The bowls, massive as they were, began to have a visible effect on the boys’ stomachs by the time they reached the halfway point. It was nothing much yet, Akamaru noted-just a light outline underneath their respective shirts-, but it was an outline that would doubtlessly grow more and more distinct.

Naruto and Kiba, pausing in their eating upon seeing Akamaru’s worried look, looked down at their stomachs and gaped, eyes widening. “Oh wow,” Naruto breathed, poking at his stomach. “These bowls really are huge, aren’t they? I mean, we’re only halfway through, but…”

Kiba nodded. “Yeah; I mean, it’s not much, but…” he reached his hands down to his stomach, feeling it. “Yeah, they’re definitely startin’ to grow.”

As he looked down at his own belly, an eager smile spread across his face. “Ooh! How big do ya think they’re gonna be once we finish?”

Head darting up to look at Naruto, Kiba smirked. “Dunno, but I bet we’re gonna find out!”

“I’m gonna find out first!” Naruto called, diving back into his bowl and eating with even more energy.

Kiba laughed, picking his own chopsticks back up. “Not if I finish first!”

With that, the two boys resumed eating, but this time, their focus seemed to be less on enjoying the flavors and more on eating the rest of their bowls as fast as they could. They slurped, chewed, and gulped their way through the remaining ramen, sending bits of broth splashing onto the table and their shirts. Heedless, they powered their way through, barely chewing more than was necessary; this caused a few tense moments, where one of them would swallow with effort and a pained grimace, but it would  quickly fade, and they would dive right back in as though nothing had happened

Akamaru continued watching them, more than a little horrified…but also intrigued. While Naruto and Kiba were, indeed, racing one another to finish, they didn’t seem anywhere near as fiercely competitive as they usually were when they did this sort of thing. Heck, they were actually throwing smiles at one another as they ate!

Akamaru tilted his head quizzically. What the…what’s going on?

Again, oblivious to Akamaru’s confusion, Naruto and Kiba powered forward, and the level of ramen and topping sin their bowls continued to go down. As a result,  the outlines underneath their shirts slowly became more and more distinct. Naruto and Kiba evidently felt this, because they looked at one another, grinned, and began eating even faster than before. The minutes continued to tick by, and Akamaru watched, almost awestruck, as the outlines made themselves more and more apparent against the cloth of their shirts. Geez, just how much ramen do those things have in them?

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, both boys grabbed their bowls, lifted them up to their mouths, tilted them back, and gulped down the broth. Considering the size of the bowls, it actually took a little while, and Akamaru could have sworn he saw their stomachs bulging a little as the thick liquid flowed down their gullets.

At long last, both boys slammed their bowls down, licked their lips, and let out simultaneous sighs of contentment. “Ah, man!” Naruto exclaimed, leaning back in his chair and placing a hand on his stomach. “Those bowls really were huge!”

Kiba nodded, leaning back in his own chair and placing both hands on top of his stomach. “Yeah, but they were really tasty!” He rubbed his belly for emphasis, licking his lips to get any bits of noodle, meat, or broth that may have gotten left behind.

Naruto giggled. “Yeah, they were, weren’t they?” He started rubbing his own stomach, sighing happily.  Being themselves, of course, Naruto and Kiba only spent a few seconds rubbing their bellies before they looked down to examine the states they were in.

Both their stomachs, having received the entire contents of two massive bowls of ramen, had gone past simple outlines underneath their shirts and had now formed a very distinct round shape underneath them. Both their eyes widened at the sight. “Whoa…” Naruto murmured, poking the still-clothed flesh with a finger. “I don’t think my tummy ever got this big on just one bowl of ramen before…”

Looking up from his own examination of his stomach, Kiba smirked. “Well, even the biggest bowls at Ichiraku’s aren’t anywhere near this size; only makes sense one would make our guts like this.”

Naruto nodded, leaning his head back. “Yeah, I guess you’re right…” he burped suddenly, giggling at the sensation. “Oh man, those noodles were really rich, though; really fills ya up…”

Akamaru’s ears perked at this. Did he just say what I think he said?

“Yeah,” Kiba agreed, rubbing his stomach with both hands, “Don’t know if I feel up for another one…”

Akamaru’s head bolted up at that, and he actually sat up and stared at the two boys. They’re stopping at one bowl? How is that even…

Naruto shrugged, licking his lips. “Yeah, I dunno if I can eat another one, either…”

Akamaru’s eyes widened, and his tail started wagging. They’re…they’re not kidding! They’re not gonna have any more ramen! In spite of his confusion, Akamaru started wagging his tail even faster. Wow, I guess getting shrunk affected their appetites, too.... Good thing too, ‘cause I don’t wanna hafta roll them home…

Regardless, Akamaru was confused; potentially reduced appetite or no, Naruto and Kiba would have at least attempted to eat as much they could. Why were they just stopping at one bowl? Shaking his head, he looked towards his partner. Kiba?

Rubbing his stomach, Kiba looked back at the canine. “Yeah, Akamaru?”

Wondering why he was even asking, Akamaru continued. Are ya sure you only wanna have one bowl? I mean, you seemed to enjoy it a lot…

Kiba shrugged. “Yeah, I did, but it was really really big.” He tapped the now-empty bowl to indicate. “Besides, the noodles and broth were really rich; I don’t know if I could eat much more of them.”

Akamaru wagged his tail; Kiba actually meant it!

So, what’re you guys gonna do now? He motioned towards the exit. We leavin’?

Kiba laughed. “No way, boy! We’re havin’ dessert first!”

…what, Akamaru woofed flatly, eyes widening. Laughing nervously, Kiba scratched the back of his head.

Naruto nodded enthusiastically, butting into the conversation. “Yeah!” he piped up, reaching over to the side of the table and retrieving a large menu that had, somehow, escaped Akamaru’s notice. “This place is supposed to have really awesome desserts, too!”

“Uh, yeah, what the moron said,” Kiba began, shooting a dirty look at Naruto.

Returning the look,  Naruto grunted and opened his menu. “And they’re supposed to have a huge selection, too!” He focused his attention on the first page, eyes widening and mouth stretching into an excited smile as he took in the contents. “Whoa…”

Whoa? Akamaru whined. ’Whoa’ what?

Kiba smirked at Naruto’s happy expression. “That’s what I wanna know, boy.” Reaching over, he seized another dessert menu and cracked it open. His eyes promptly bugged out wide, and before long, his expression mirrored Naruto’s. “’Whoa’ is right…” Grinning, he leaned over to the dog, holding the menu up so he could see. Akamaru, upon catching sight of it, whined again. Oh no…

Upon those laminated pages sat what was, quite frankly, the biggest assortment of desserts and sweets he’d ever clapped his eyes on. Slices (though the picture made them look more like slabs) of cake, slices of pie, brownies, various ice cream dishes, milkshakes…and that was just the first page. As Kiba turned the page for Akamaru, the dog’s eyes bugged out at the contents of the second page: there were just as many choices there as on the first page. Pudding, all manner of sweet drinks, baked goods that weren’t cake or pies, cinnamon rolls and sticky buns…

Seeing Akamaru’s gaping expression, Kiba couldn’t stifle a giggle. “Hee hee…it’s something, huh boy?” Still smiling, he pulled the menu back in front of his face and continued perusing it, his eyes brightening with every item they went over.

Naruto, doing the same with his menu, licked his lips. “Ooh, what should I get?” he muttered out loud, furrowing his brow. “Chocolate lava cake, supreme sundae, pound cake…”

Kiba, licking his own lips, read off his own list. “Jumbo fudge brownie with ice cream, chocolate pudding with candy mixed in, large plate of chocolate chip cookies…”

“Gah!” Naruto yelled suddenly, throwing his menu on the table. Kiba, startled, lowered his own menu and peeked over the top of it, while Akamaru gave an embarrassingly high yelp, scooting back and almost bumping into a passing waiter. At the woman’s irate look, Akamaru gave his best sheepish whine and wagged his tail a bit. Heh heh...sorry. The woman, hearing this only as a series of whines, simply rolled her eyes and moved on.

Kiba raised an eyebrow. “Um…is something up, Naruto?”

Groaning, Naruto put both hands to his head. “I just can’t choose! There’s so much yummy stuff on here, I-I can’t pick just one!” He rested his chin on the table, looking down at the menu. “Do I pick the dish of homemade candy, or the extra-thick milkshake, or pudding…” He groaned, sitting back up. “How do they expect me to choose just one?”

Kiba couldn’t help but laugh. “How do ya think, dummy?”  Sitting forward in his seat, he patted one of his back pockets- specifically, the one that held his wallet.

Naruto squinted at him. “Huh?” Unconsciously, his hand wandered to his own pocket, where his frog wallet, stuffed to bursting with cash, was situated. “What do ya…” he looked down at the open menu. Getting an idea, he stared at it for a few seconds…then his face split in a massive grin. “Ooh, yeah, that’s an awesome idea, Kiba! Let’s do it!”

Let’s do what? Akamaru whined, gulping at the eager grins on both boys’ faces. He had a sneaking suspicion as to what they were planning, but he couldn’t bring himself to actually think it; there’s just no way they could…they wouldn’t!....

At that moment, a waiter strolled towards and stopped at their table. Throwing a surprised look at the empty bowls, then at the young children, their stomachs showing the effects of the bowls, eagerly scanning the dessert menus. Coughing, he caused both boys’ heads to jolt up and turn towards him. “Can I, erm, get you kids anything else?”

Kiba opened his mouth to reply, but Naruto beat him to the punch. “Yep!” he chirped, eliciting an annoyed look from his friend. “We’d like dessert, please!” The waiter, sparing a look at their empty bowls and stomachs, nonetheless took out a notepad; the customer was always right, after all…

“Alright,” the man began, getting ready to write the orders down. “What did you decide on?”

Akamaru closed his eyes, whimpering. Please don’t say what I think you’re going to say, please don’t say what I think you’re going to say… he repeated to himself over and over, as though that would make it so.

Sadly, those hopes were dashed by the words that came out of Naruto and Kiba’s mouth:

“Everything you’ve got!”

Akamaru groaned, slumping back to the ground. Eeyup; they did. A moment later, he could have sworn he heard the man’s notepad hit the floor.

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Naruto beamed, giggling as he took in the sight before him. “Oh wow…they look even yummier up close!”

Closing his eyes, Kiba took a deep whiff. “Not just that; they smell awesome up close, too!” Akamaru, unable to dispute this point, simply settled for staring at the table in horror.

About fifteen minutes after they had ordered, several waiters and waitresses had brought several carts worth of treats and desserts, which they had then heaved onto the table. As each dish had been brought in front of them, Naruto and Kiba’s smiles had grown wider and wider, until, finally, it seemed as though they would split their faces in two.

Akamaru could hardly blame them: among the many treats piled on the table were a towering stack of freshly-baked brownies, a couple of huge sundaes with varying flavors and toppings, several massive slices of different kinds of cake and pie nearly as tall as the ramen bowls had been, some of which had huge scoops of ice cream on top, several glass dishes filled to the brim with various sorts of candies, huge bowls of pudding, and a piping hot tray of cookies….and to top it all off, this wasn’t even everything they had! As the table could only hold so much, the waiters had given the boys as much as they could at one time, then retreated, both to give the boys some time to enjoy their dishes and to prepare the second batch.

The boys, ecstatic though they were, could only gape at the massive dishes before them for a minute or two, marveling at both their size and how tasty they looked. Maybe, Akamaru thought a bit desperately, they’d stare at them so long the ice cream would melt and everything else would go stale…

Sadly, it was not to be.

Kiba shook his head, finally breaking the silence. “What’re we doin’ just looking?” Licking his lips, he grabbed a fork and knife that had been provided for them. “Let’s dig in!” Grinning, he practically stabbed the fork into a nearby hunk of pound cake, ripped away a sizable portion, and stuck the whole thing in his mouth, chewing determinedly as he tried to work the massive hunk down to a more reasonable size.

Naruto, never one to be outdone, grabbed a spoon and set his sights on a nearby eight-scoop sundae with chocolate sauce, sprinkles, and a cherry. Digging in as deep as he could, he got as much ice cream, sauce, and sprinkles as possible and shoveled the spoonful in, heedless of the droplets of ice cream and sauce that landed around his mouth. Lowering his spoon slightly, he chewed slightly, wincing at the sudden tooth-freeze but powering on.

Seconds passed, as both boys worked on their respective mouthfuls and tried to work them down to a more reasonable size. Finally, they both took a deep gulp, allowing the food to travel down their throats. They began panting, no doubt from the effort of trying to cram down so much down their throats at one time. Akamaru, whimpering, tilted his head. Uh…you guys OK?

Instead of replying to Akamaru, Kiba’s eyes slowly widened as did Naruto’s. They looked at one another, fixing one another in their stares….and massive smiles promptly broke out across their faces. They took a deep breath…

“Yummy!”

Akamaru yelped, a bit taken aback by that simultaneous declaration. Oblivious, Kiba and Naruto dug back into their first dishes with gusto, the little dog-nin forking forkful after forkful of the cake into his mouth,  taking in several forkfuls at a time (but not quite as much as his first mouthful) before swallowing and diving right back in. He paid little mind to the crumbs that fell upon his shirt, nor to the ones that ended up stuck around his mouth and cheeks. Likewise, Naruto repeatedly spooned the sundae into his mouth, splattering as much of it on his shirt and face as in his mouth. He winced and groaned every now and then, trying to fight off the sharp bolts of pain lancing through his head.

Akamaru winced. Brain freeze….ouch.

Regardless, both boys powered through their chosen dishes, their mouths upturned as mouthful after succulent mouthful was shoved past their lips and down their throats. As a result, the two desserts gradually began shrinking in size as more and more disappeared into the boys’ hungry mouths. In the process, more of the dessert detritus somehow found their way onto their faces and clothing.

Finally, within a matter of minutes, Naruto and Kiba dropped their utensils, licking their lips; the slice of cake and the sundae were nowhere to be seen.

“Ah man,” Naruto sighed, leaning back and patting his stomach. “That sundae was really good!”

“Yeah!” Kiba nodded, licking a few crumbs from around his mouth. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a pound cake that thick or moist before!”

Naruto suddenly had a thought. “Ooh, whaddaya think our tummies look like now?” His eyes flitted downwards.

Kiba rolled his eyes. “We’ve only had one dessert each, dummy; they can’t have grown that much.” Regardless, Kiba found his eyes wandering to his midsection as well.

True to Kiba’s word, their stomachs hadn’t grown all that much yet. However, the round shapes under their shirt had started to press against the articles of clothing, most noticeably against the symbols on their respective shirts.

Naruto smiled widely as he took this in. “Our tummies grew a little bit…let’s see what happens when we eat everything else!” Grinning, he looked around the table for another dish, while Kiba quickly homed in on another sundae, this one twelve scoops and topped with peanut butter sauce, marshmallow sauce, and crumbled up cookies. Grinning, he picked up his spoon and dug in, at about the same time Naruto’s eyes fell upon a what appeared to be a large chocolate lava cake, hot liquid chocolate leaking out from the bottom of it. Eyes gleaming, he pulled it in towards him, seized his fork, and stabbed it in, licking his lips as more liquid chocolate leaked out. Eagerly, he took a sizable forkful and shoved it in his mouth, unintentionally smearing liquid chocolate and cake crumbs around his lips. Oblivious, he swallowed and licked his lips, getting as much of the chocolate off as he could (but still leaving a light brown smear). “Mmm…chocolaty!” Giggling, he dug back into the dish with gusto. Kiba was, likewise, digging into his sundae with a similar energy and fervor as Naruto, and was likewise just as heedless of the bits of sundae landing on his face and shirt.

Akamaru watched as the two devoured their second treats, feeling greatly conflicted. On the one paw, he was worried, knowing that if they kept eating like this, they’d be moaning and groaning and probably have stomachaches by the time it was all over. On the other paw…

He took a closer look at them. Just as before, they were eating quickly and furiously, but they didn’t seem to try to be outdo each other, or even glaring at each other like they usually did when they had these competitions. On the contrary, between bites, they would glance at each other with grins, of all things, on their faces, before diving back in.

Not to mention that, just like with the ramen earlier, Kiba and Naruto genuinely seemed like they were having fun just stuffing their maws. At least, that’s the impression Akamaru was getting from all the smiling and the occasional giggles…

Aaaaand there it is again, Akamaru thought to himself as the warm feeling once again made itself known. Do ya mind? I’m trying to watch. Stubbornly, the warm feeling refused to abate. Shaking his head, Akamaru continued watching, head tilted.

Soon enough, the boys’ second dishes had gone the way of their first, and  they were rubbing their stomachs, all while they eagerly looked for their next target. As they rubbed, they couldn’t help but smile; their stomachs had grown a little more, pressing against the symbols on their shirts a bit more visibly than before.

They spent a little more time looking, and they seemed greatly unsure of what to choose next. After all, there was so much to choose from…

Looking at the spread, Naruto’s face suddenly lit up. “I’ve got an idea,” he told Kiba, reaching for a bowl of chocolate pudding.

Kiba snorted, even as he drew a massive slice of apple pie with a huge scoop of vanilla ice cream towards him. “An idea? From you? That’s a new one.”

Naruto glared at him briefly, but nonetheless gestured over to a dish over by Kiba. “Hand me that plate of brownies, willya?”
Quirking an eyebrow, Kiba nonetheless complied, shoving the dish over to his friend. “OK, but I don’t see…” His eyes widened as Naruto seized a brownie, dipped it into the pudding, and pulled it out. The chocolaty treat was now half covered in pudding, some of which was continuing to plop into the bowl. Opening his maw wide, Naruto took a huge bite and chewed, his giggling indicating his pleasure with the result.

Kiba smirked. “Hey, that’s not a bad idea.” Grabbing the tray of cookies, he pulled it closer to him before reaching out and pulling a dish of simple vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce dribbled on top. Dipping the large cookies in on opposite sides, he smushed as much of it together as he could, pulling away to reveal that he had created a not-inconsiderable ice cream sandwich. Licking his lips and letting his tongue stick out at the corner of his mouth for a bit, he lifted the makeshift treat to his mouth and took a similarly huge bite, his face lighting up at the combined flavors. While he was still chewing this mouthful, he took his unoccupied hand, grabbed a fork, ripped away a sizable hunk of the pie a la mode, and shoved it in his mouth.

Noticing this, Naruto swallowed. “Nice, Kiba, but two can play at that game!” Dipping his brownie back in, he brought a sizable slice of cheescake towards him. This time, he did it opposite of Kiba: shoving a forkful of cheesecake (“Mmm, creamy!”) in, he then dipped his brownie back into the pudding and took another bite of that.

Kiba, seeing this, narrowed his eyes. He took a bite of his ice cream sandwich and a bite of the pie, and then, smirking, reached his fork  over to a slice of black forest cake and added a forkful of that to his mouthful. Managing to close his mouth, he leered smugly at Naruto. Naruto, glaring back, took a bite of cheesecake, a bite of pudding-brownie, and a big spoonful of a banana split sundae into his mouth. He, too, managed to close his mouth, and he returned Kiba’s smug expression. Both of them continued to stare at each other for a few minutes, working on their mouthfuls. Then, their eyes widened, as though something occurred to them both… and they threw each other sly smirks.

Akamaru whined. That’s not good…

With that, the boys whipped themselves into a frenzy, shoving as many bites of as many different desserts as they could in their mouths, only chewing partway before they started forking, spooning, or shoving more in. Predictably, crumbs, sauce, melted ice cream, and everything else in between flew every which way as they stuffed their craws. And, because so many different dishes were being ingested at such a quick pace, it began having an obvious effect on their stomachs.

Slowly, Naruto’s rounded stomach pushed out,  further moving the flame spiral on his shirt forward. As he continued eating, the symbol was pushed further and further out, and began to move upwards as the appendage grew. His waistline began to feel the tiniest bit snug, but he shrugged it off for the moment; this food was just too good, and this was hardly the tightest his waistline had ever gotten.

Kiba’s doggie face was situated a little higher on his front, so it wasn’t quite as affected by his growing midsection. Regardless, as Kiba’s stomach grew, the very bottom of the emblem-specifically, the extended tongue and a tiny bit of the nose and snout-was pushed forward, creating a bizarre effect,  almost as if the face were trying to be in the background and foreground at once.

As the deserts on the table diminished in size, their bellies continued to swell in proportion to that, continuing to push out and round out. As their symbols became further distorted, their stomachs began going past simple round shapes and taking on a more spherical appearance. Rounder and rounder they both became, and the further their shirts pushed out. The flame symbol on Naruto's shirt continued to expand and push forward as the stomach underneath it did, moving out further in front of him. However, a tiny part of the symbol-the small, tapered part that reached up to his chest-remained complete stationary, staying where it had been at the very start. Conversely, much of Kiba’s doggie symbol remained where it had been, the very bottom of the snout and the entire tongue being pushed out. As a result, the face appeared to slope bizarrely downwards at about the midway point.

Once they’d plowed through roughly half of what as on the table, they abruptly dropped their utensils and began panting wildly. Naruto raised a hand. “Hold…hold on a sec, Kiba,” he breathed, lifting his head up. “I gotta…I gotta catch my breath.”

Kiba, still panting, looked across the table. “You’re…you’re not gettin’ any argument from me.”

In spite of his shock at how much they’d eaten (and how much was still left on the table, never mind the second batch of desserts that had yet to arrive,) Akamaru leaned over and licked Kiba’s cheek affectionately, privately savoring the tastes of the various desserts he had smeared on it. No argument? With him? That’s a new one.

Kiba couldn’t help it; he giggled happily, even as he blushed at the action that was, at the same time, so odd and yet so natural. “Hee hee, first time for everything, Akamaru.” Letting out a satisfied burp, he leaned back in his seat and rubbed his stomach. Sighging happily, Naruto leaned back in his seat and began doing the same. “Man, we’re really doin’ good, huh Kiba?” he piped up, looking down at his stomach. It had gone past being a simple round shape and was now a full-fledged sphere, albeit one that still remained under his shirt. It stuck out a couple of inches in front of him, something he took note of with great pride. Much of the flame symbol on the front of his shirt was pushed out in front of him, leaving only the small, tapered point that was situated on his chest unaffected. His pants were feeling a bit more snug, enough for Naruto to really take notice of it, but he simply ignored it.

Kiba, seeing Naruto examine his stomach, smirked. “Heh, yeah, can’t dispute that.” Laughing, he looked down to examine his own belly. It was now about the same size that Naruto’s was, even to the point of it still remaining under his shirt. The very bottom of the doggie face on his shirt was stretched out in front of him, leaving the rest of it unaffected on his chest; this created the illusion that the face was quite comically bisected. Kiba winced as he felt the snugness in his waistline, but quickly wiped it from his face; he didn’t want to give Naruto the satisfaction.

Said blonde was looking down at his stomach, rubbing it and regarding it with a gleeful expression. “Oh man, if our bellies got this big when half of this stuff was gone, imagine how big they’ll be when its all gone…” Akamaru’s ears perked at this, and he whimpered.

“Never mind that,” Kiba replied, eyes gleaming, “We still got a whole ‘nother batch!” He spread his arms out wide. “By the time we’re all done, our tummies are gonna be huge!” Abruptly, a hand flew to his mouth, and his face reddened slightly, Naruto laughing at the sight. ; evidently, Akamaru thought even as Kiba’s words sent a whole new spike of horror throughout his body, ‘tummies’ had slipped out unconsciously…

Still blushing, Kiba glowered at Naruto for a moment before grabbing a fork and attacking what was left of the desserts. Naruto, a bit shocked, nonetheless grinned determinedly and grabbed his own fork, setting to it with a will.

Akamaru watched, horrified, as the two youngsters attacked whatever was within reach, forking in bits of ice cream, pudding, cake, pie, and whatever else came within reach. In some cases, they would even grab something-be it a brownie, a cookie, or even a hunk of cake or pie-and cram it in their mouths, even while their forks sought out new targets. More and more of the hastily devoured desserts plastered themselves to the boys’ faces and shirts, and it was only absentmindedly that they noticed and attempted to lick what they could off the sides of their faces; the napkins that had been provided for them didn’t even seem to register. What did seem to register, even if only slightly, was the now-continued growth of their midsections, if the occasional hand-wandering, stomach-feeling, and slightly goofy yet determined expressions were anything to go by.

Kiba’s belly grew and grew, pushing the fabric of his shirt and the doggie symbol on the front even further out. Finally, it gave up the ghost; the shirt rose up, exposing the tiniest sliver of flesh just above his waistline. As he continued gorging himself, the sliver increased in size as his shirt slowly slid up, losing the battle to contain the growing sphere. In the meantime, his waistline slowly but visibly became tighter. Kiba winced again, but powered on, determined not to lose his groove.

Naruto’s stomach started out much the same way: as he ate, his stomach pushed his t-shirt and flame symbol out further and further until, finally, it could be stretched no more, and it too began rising up. However, whether due to some shifting of position or some different fabric composition, the bottom of Naruto’s shirt folded in under itself as it rose up, revealing a sliver of flesh just a bit wider than Kiba’s initially was. And, as the sweets traveled down his throat and his belly swelled, his shirt continued hiking up, continuing to fold under itself as it went . His shirt continued to ride up and fold under, white cloth giving way to hard, rounded flesh as it worked its way up. Eventually, the fold had run out of pure white cloth to go through, and was now at the very bottom of the flame symbol. As a result, fair bit of his belly was exposed; any higher, and his belly button would be seeing the light of day.

Noticing this, Naruto licked his lips and prepared to renew his assault---

“Gah!”

---when a tight, cutting pain in his midsection caused him to wince and drop his fork on the table. Kiba, a hunk of pie halfway to his mouth, glanced at him in concern. “You OK, Naruto?”

“Y-yeah,” the blonde nodded, wincing again. He scooted his seat back a little bit. “M-my pants are just really freaking tight--!” Grunting, he reached under his still-growing belly and fiddled with his pants button, trying desperately to get a good grip on it.

Wincing, Kiba was reminded of the pain in his own midsection, but he dared not make a move to unbutton them, at least not yet. He didn’t want to lose to Naruto, after all…

Finally, Naruto managed to secure a good grip on his trouser button. With a triumphant grunt, he pulled the button out of the hole, and almost instantaneously sighed in relief as his stomach surged forward a bit, eager to take advantage of the extra room. In the process, his shirt hiked a little further up, exposing the very bottom of his navel, and his fly undid itself by a few teeth.

“Oh man….” Naruto moaned, leaning his head back and letting his tongue stick out the side of his mouth. “That felt amazing….” he rubbed the exposed part of his stomach, burping and giggling.

Taking that as his cue, Kiba quickly reached under his own belly, struggling to find his own pants button. Akamaru, giving a surprised whimper, raised an eyebrow (or where one would be if he had them, anyway). Huh, you guys are actually undoing your pants this time?

“Y-yeah,” Kiba replied, his attention still focused on his pants button.

Akamaru wagged his tail. Well, at least this means I probably ain’t gonna get pelted with any buttons today…

Kiba giggled, but didn’t dare do any more than that, for fear he’d bust his pants before he had a chance to undo them. He gritted his teeth as he continued to try to get a good grip, to no avail. “Grrr…c’mon, damn you…”  

Finally, just as Naruto had, he managed to wrap his fingers around his button. Smirking, he undid it, sighing deeply at the sudden release of pressure as it surged out, undoing his fly a bit and hiking his shirt up far enough to see a tiny bit of his belly button. “You were right, Naruto,” he admitted, leaning back and rubbing his stomach with both hands, “that did feel amazing.”  

Naruto grinned at the comment, continuing to rub his belly. As he did so, though, a thought suddenly occurred to him. “Hey, waittaminute,” he blurted, scooting his chair back in (and taking care not to bump the table), “why are we just sittin’ here goofing off?” He cast a hungry eye at the now rather-diminished table. “We still got some left!” Again, he picked up his fork and began laying into the desserts.

Smirking, Kiba picked his own fork back up. “Really? Never woulda guessed!” In spite of this jibe, he resumed attacking the food just as furiously as Naruto. Before long, both boys had gotten back into the groove, funneling the remaining desserts into their hungry maws. Not long after that, their already stuffed bellies continued to grow.

Kiba’s stomach swelled as he ate, slowly forcing the teeth on his fly open and pushing further and further out; though it wasn’t noticeable at the current time, it was, incidentally, inching ever so slowly towards the table.. His shirt, predictably, began rising again, slowly revealing more and more of his navel as it pulled up.

Naruto’s belly, meanwhile, grew much as Kiba’s was. His shirt began folding under itself, this time taking a bit of the flame symbol with it and hiding the portion from view. Gradually, the fold continued moving upwards, folding piece by piece of the symbol underneath and concealing it. In the process, more and more of his belly button was revealed as more and more of the cloth was folded out of sight. In the meantime, his fly slowly undid itself, allowing his stomach to slowly inch forward.

Akamaru watched, entranced, as the remaining treats on the table continued to shrink, the boys’ bellies growing in direct proportion. First, there was only half. Then a quarter. Then a half of a quarter….

Finally, each boy forked their last mouthfuls in (Naruto’s chocolate cake, Kiba’s some blueberry pie), slammed their utensils down on the table, and leaned back in their seats, rubbing their swollen bellies.

“Oh man,” Naruto exclaimed, licking his lips, “those desserts were awesome! I’m definitely coming back here again!”

Licking his own lips, Kiba grinned, exposing his pointed canines. “Dunno why this place is known for its ramen; it’s really good, but the desserts are even better!”
Naruto’s eyes briefly widened, but he managed to grin; after all, while this place’s ramen was good, Ichiraku’s was even better, and besides, it had been overshadowed by all the yummy desserts they’d eaten.

At any rate, both boys sighed happily and leaned their heads back, continuing to gently massage their midsections. As they did so, Akamaru was struck by just how…content they both looked. Almost like sleepy puppies after a meal… Wait a minute, where did that come from? Akamaru shook his head, even as the warm feeling came crashing back in full force.

Opening their eyes halfway, Naruto and Kiba’s eyes flitted down to their stomachs, smiling at the sight of what they’d become. Kiba’s belly had bulged out even further, inching closer to the table. At this point, it still wasn’t close, but one could tell it was definitely working on it. His shirt had hiked up even further, beginning to scrunch up the bottom half of the doggie face on the front and resting a good couple inches above his navel. His fly, meanwhile, had come about halfway open, revealing a glimpse of the red cloth underneath, as well as a tiny hint of the patterns on it.

Naruto’s stomach, meanwhile, had bulged out as well, but because he was sitting a little closer to the table (probably because he’d had to scoot back in), it was noticeably closer, if only by a few inches. His shirt had continued folding under itself and going through the flame symbol on the front; by this point, about half of it had been folded under, exposing his belly button and a few inches of skin above it in the process. Much like Kiba’s, his zipper was partially undone, revealing blue cloth with just a hint of the ramen bowls dotted on it.

Kiba merely grinned at the sight of his stomach. Naruto, however, took it a step further, giggling and wiggling a finger in his exposed navel. Seeing this, Kiba rolled his eyes, but found his eyes drawn to his own navel nonetheless. Eyes darting from side to side to make sure no one else was looking, he slowly moved a finger towards the small pit in his stomach…

“Alright, boys, second batch!”

At this, Kiba hastily pulled his finger away, looking at the waiter pushing the cart. Naruto, looking up, stopped playing with his belly button, but his finger remained where it was.

When both boys and dog laid their eyes on the cart, their jaws dropped.

This cart, as opposed to the pure dessert-y dishes that they had been served earlier, was heaped high with all manner of baked goods-cinnamon rolls, sticky buns, éclairs, cupcakes, muffins, more brownies, different kinds of cookies, donuts, danishes…in other words, the kinds of things that set most kids to drooling. Kiba and Naruto seemed to be on the verge of doing just that as their empty plates were removed and replaced with heaping platters of baked goods and treats. Their bellies, in spite of their already-stuffed states, growled hungrily at the enticing scents and sights.

All Akamaru could do, though, was watch in horror. I can’t watch this… Whining, he turned away, laid on the floor, closed his eyes, and covered them with his ears.