Another day, another week, another month. That’s how time seemed to tirelessly pass by the Doctor as night and day blended into each other seamlessly to near unrecognition. Hours seemed to skip unnoticed, as did days and dates, and all measurements of such a concept became but fluff amidst the more important things a man actually should focus on. Or, at the very least, those were Dr. Ramon’s rationalizations, whilst he was deep within yet another one of his project.



This lack of focus on the passage of time and the state of his surroundings worsened the longer he worked on something. Skipping out on plans and meals became a rather unpleasant habit during such times. As expected, often backfiring in worse ways too.



Such an instance occurred one early morning, when the Doctor was hard at work on jotting down schematics. The previous week he had skipped out on his friend, Damien, twice, which caused the young baker to become rather impatient and viciously scold him for it. The bitter complaints from his close friend were heard, loud and clear, and Ramon had solemnly promised to show up to their little arrangement this time around - the reason why he was in such a rush to finish his scribbling.



Yet again, not paying much mind to his messy surroundings, he happened to pick up one of numerous drinking glasses from his desk, without actually checking to see what the content was. Ramon quickly swallowed the clear liquid in one unceremonious gulp, then placed the glass down, almost tipping it over and breaking it as his eyes stayed continuously fixated on his notes - his mind hard at work in figuring out the next part of some overly-complicated mathematical sequence.



The clear string of numbers that weaved around his thoughts seemed to falter for a moment as he smacked his mouth a few times, suddenly and involuntarily his focus went to the fact that whatever he drank was not water, but something sweeter. Before he had the chance to turn around and look at the now-empty drinking glass, he bent over slightly and clutched at his dark grey vest as a sudden sharp cramp shot through his stomach, followed by a prolonged gurgle. Whatever he had just ingested, his abdomen was not happy about. Carefully, yet hastily, Ramon straightened his back and pulled his hand away in concerned bewilderment, quickly trying to figure out what it was that he just drank as a subtle warm feeling started to fill his midsection, followed closely by the feeling of his gut starting to expand. It was uncomfortable and there was no way of knowing what his belly was filling up with so rapidly until later, however, as long as he didn’t burst, the doctor felt slightly relieved that this was all that was happening after such a stupid action.



That relief started to falter rather quickly as another cramp tightly gripped his stomach, followed by another upset groan from inside. The Doctor’s breath hitched as he tightened one hand in a fist, freeing his other hand of the notepad he was holding, then proceeded by placing both palms against the sides of his expanding abdomen, fairly surprised by how much heat was actually radiating from underneath his clothes. He took in a shaky breath with great impatience and braced himself, feeling another low rumble from within, foretelling of more pain to come. Carefully the man took several steps back and leaned against the nearest wall, his hands clutching his midsection, which seemed to be gaining speed in it’s inflation, more painful and annoying audible protesting forcing him to shudder.



After a while the ache seemed to worsen - bolts of pain becoming more frequent, due to his stomach having expanded so much that his vest was severely constricting it. Choosing not to wait and see if his rapidly inflating abdomen could actually rip the dark grey top on it’s own, he chose to quickly just unbutton it and give his belly the room it required, giving a deep sigh of relief as the majority of the pain seemed to evaporate for a few minutes, finally giving him some time to breath. The loud, strained groaning became a more subtle, prolonged churning as the contents that stretched out his belly took their time in adjusting to the new room. After taking a few deep breaths and wiping his mouth with a hand, Ramon proceeded to roll up his white shirt in order to give himself even more free space. His eyes became transfixed on his stomach as he could see it ever so slowly get bigger and heavier. When his hands returned to their former place, he was surprised to find how easily the flesh underneath gave in - his gut having been filled and outstretch, but whatever was inside was not solid.



“A-Ahh!! F-Fuck-“ He clenched his teeth and hissed quietly as a sudden loud groan came deep from within his stomach, the returning torturous bolts of pain causing him to bend over and clutch his gut before he forced himself to stand straight again, finding that that only made the agony worse. A much-needed break he was given, but a short one, to his misfortune.



The Doctor crossed his arms tightly right above his enlarged belly, pressing down on top of it as though trying to just push whatever was inside out. Through his hands, laid flat atop the tender flesh, he could feel the vibrations from the restless churning and gurgling as whatever he had swallowed kept multiplying. His nails painfully digging into the stretched skin as the pain seemed to radiate to other parts of his body, his arms becoming numb, his legs weakening and his shoulders stiffening. The poor man broke out into a cold sweat as he was determined to fight through this without passing out, however, it was getting increasingly harder, nausea suddenly hitting him and his legs finally giving out underneath him. After sliding down the wall and sitting on the cold floor, he proceeded to try and rub his inflating stomach in order to soothe some of the soreness. The mere touch brought great discomfort to his overfilled abdomen, making him want to throw up at some points, however the massaging seemed to help shift about the mysterious content and lessen the spasms.



Ramon couldn’t help, but groan tiredly as occasional upset gurgles brought forth more cramps, yet the inflation seemed to have slowed down significantly after roughly 20 minutes of pure agony. Carefully he pressed one of his fists into the side of his overflowing midsection, causing a low, bubbly churn to escape. His skin was even more tender now from being so outstretched. It gave him some peace knowing that he was not likely to burst, albeit being dangerously close, however it gave little consolation for the continuous aching that enveloped his entire belly now, starting to drive him insane and wish desperate for it to stop or at least for someone else to come and massage his sore stomach, because he was too tired to.



The exhausted Doctor sat upon the floor of his messy study for roughly 10 minutes in that state, just idly rubbing at the gurgling mass as it kept tormenting him, all until the grandfather clock in a neighboring room rang out. He rose his head, noting that yet again he was late for his arrangement with his friend, then sighed as his gaze went back down to his stomach, a sore groan making it upsettingly clear that, even if he wanted to, there was no way for him to get out of his house like this. With yet another sigh, this one stemming from disappointment and annoyance at himself, he figured that he was numb enough to the pain now to at least get up and attempt to reach his bedroom. Now that the worst of the pain was past him, he figured he might as well ride the rest of this out in some place more comfortable, rather than struggling against gravity or sitting on his cold floor.



He deeply inhaled in preparation and reached out for the corner of his desk, forming himself up on his feet before leaning against the old furniture, a spasm hitting him with some loud churning and groaning as all of the contents in his gut shifted painfully. After some rubbing of the sore spot, he was about to attempt and walk before the sound of his front door opening made him freeze. This sudden hit of panic forced him to lock eyes on the door to his study as there appeared his friend, Damien. The young baker seeming just as surprised at first before his awe turned into confused.



“… Ramon?” He asked tentatively, somewhat concerned. “What… Happened to you? Are you alright?” He took a step closer, his eyes locked on his friend’s abdomen as the one he was staring at was turning a nice shade of crimson in the face.



With a bitter huff and a hand pressed against one side of his face, Ramon replied simply and embarrassingly. “Let’s just say that… It’s not a good idea to keep water and serums in similar cups.” The incriminating, blunt statement made the young baker giggle softly, which oddly made his friend feel slightly relieved. At least he wasn’t angry from yet another cop-out, at least his amusement was able to bring both of them some relief and enjoyment of the ridiculous situation.



The Doctor repeated his earlier mistake of not paying attention yet again, proceeding to rub his eyes and not notice as his friend walked over and rather firmly pressed a hand into his inflated abdomen. That caused the man to recoil a bit in pain, his blush strengthening as a loud gurgle was heard from both of them before he snapped angrily at Damien. “Who the Hell allowed you to touch me?!”



In response his friend just chuckled and looked at him smugly. “Oh, hush, you mess of a man.” He stepped closer, his soft tummy rather uncomfortably pressing against the overfilled stomach of the Doctor, pinning him against the wall basically. After which the baker pulled his friend away from the wall, allowing his sore friend to lean on his shoulder. “Just let me help you. At least finally I get to spend some time with you.” He chuckled softly as his friend averted his gaze, pouting while red clung onto his pale face.



Damien proceeded to help Ramon to his bedroom, helping his embarrassed friend soothe his aching gut and lending him some distraction in the form of stories about work and whatever was going on in the village. It was far from what either planned for the evening, but it still counted for something. The young baker would hate to admit it, but he genuinely found himself enjoy this bizarre mishap more than he did enjoy his regular get-togethers. Ramon’s pained stomach seemingly being a major component.



He’d be damned if he was ever telling that to his friend though!


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Whaaat? First story I decided to write up for this account! I honestly feel giddy for posting this. This is definitely not the best of my writting by far, but, Hell, I'm alright with the final outcome. And I hope to receive some feedback and constructive critism. (Also, damn, my tags decided to fix themselves finally. Great!)

Dr. Ramon & Damien © WartimeSweets
Art © WartimeSweets