How about Deathblade overdoing it and struggling to undo the belt around his bulging belly? Hopefully with some assistance from Q.

"Urf...urgh..." A series of grunts and groans came from Deathblade, who had just finished a "meal" of truly epic proportions. However, there was just one problem. One very restrictive problem.

"Grr...Come on..." Deb growled as he reached behind him and tried to undo his belt which was still wrapped around his rather bloated middle. Deb grimaced as his handcuffs kept preventing him from just unlocking the belt and giving him some much needed relief. However, instead he found himself just pressing into that doughy gut of his, making him grunt constantly from discomfort.

"Come on, I almost got it..." Deb mumbled to himself as he almost had the key inserted into the slot on the belt. However, he ended up loosening his grip on the key, causing it to fall on the ground behind him. "Gah, dammit!"

"...This is starting to get sad to watch." A voice rang out from behind Deb, who was staring at him struggling to free himself from his bindings with an amused look on their face.

"Then stop sitting there looking all smug and help me, Q!" Deb shouted at Q, who simply shook her head and waved a finger dismissively.

"What do you say?"

Deb groaned and sighed loudly. Q always had a habit of teasing him whenever she had the opportunity to, but one of the more humiliating ways she did so was making him say "please" whenever he needed help undoing his belt. It was beyond embarrassing for the former knight to be treated like a child, so he often times preferred to attempt to undo it himself. However, with how bloated and achy he was with his gut squashed horribly against his belt, he decided to throw away his pride for the moment.

"...Please." Deb muttered that under breath. but Q still ended up hearing him. Q jumped up and ran over to where Deb was standing. She picked up the kick and effortlessly unlocked the belt.

"There ya go, big guy. All fr-"

Q didn't get to finish, as a loud groan of relief from Deb along with the sounds of his gut gurgling drowned out anything Q wanted to say.

"Grrooooooooaaaaahhh...Muuuuch better..." Deb crooned as he patted his now extremely distended gut. Deb's gut was pushing out by over 3 feet, which made him look like he was well overdue. His gut was glowing a bright shade of blue from all the positive emotions he had consumed earlier. His belt and handcuffs which had previously restricted him were now both laying on the floor, as unlocking the belt also gets rid of the handcuffs. Deb could now rub his bloated belly freely, much to his delight.

Q chuckled upon seeing the undead knight indulge in himself. "Heh, not even a "thank you", big guy?"

Deb smirked at Q while still rubbing his gut. "Hmph, if you insist..."

Deb bent down to Q's level and cleared his throat before pressing into his bloated middle. Deb's gut groaned and gurgled loudly before Deb opened his mouth in order to "thank" the mage.

*THAAAAAAAAANNNK....YOOOOOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRRRRP*

Deb belched out the phrase "thank you", which exploded out of Deb with such strength that Q's hood almost got blown off of her face. Once the burp ended, Deb grunted before pressing into his gut once more, unleashing yet another burp onto Q's face. This burp wasn't as long, but it was just as deep and carried just as much strength. Once that burp ended, Deb simply licked his chops and grinned cheekily.

"And what do you say after someone thanks you?"

Q readjusted her hood and sighed loudly. "...Your welcome."

I'm very curious about your new boi, Deb. So maybe a prompt with Deb having overindulged in some serious negative emotions and Q tending to his belly to settle it and all that negativity down?

"Ooooough...My gut..." Deb groaned as he rubbed his intensely bloated belly. His armored fingers tenderly kneaded into that doughy fat of his, attempting to give himself some sort of relief. However, as his belly glowed a bright red and kept gurgling louder than a boiling cauldron, it was clear that wasn't something that was going to happen anytime soon.

"I told you not to go off and feast off the emotions of that angry mob, Deb." Q mused with a sigh as she looked at the undead man's horribly bloated middle.

"Urgh...For once, you're probably right, Q." Deb admitted as he kept massaging his aching gut. "There were just so many emotions gathered there that I just, mmgh, couldn't help myself..."

Q shook her head. "You know that negativity always has a way of making your guts upset, y'know?"

Deb was about to respond, but suddenly his gut growled loudly, causing Deb to grimace and hold his gut. Deb held up a fist to his mouth and muffled and deep, rumbling belch, one which went on for a few seconds before coming to an end. Deb grunted and huffed, clearly not in the best shape at the moment.

Q sighed upon seeing Deb like this, but nonetheless smiled good naturedly. "Need a hand, Deb?"

Deb nodded, reclining himself so that his gut was sticking out more prominently. "More than one, Q..."

Q chuckled and quickly got to work, sitting on the ground and placing her hands on that bloated dome of his. Q could actually feel the surface of Deb's gut rumble slightly from just how much pressure was in there. Being careful as to not upset Deb's stomach anymore, Q slowly but firmly rubbed the former knight's gut in circles. Q made it a point to sink her palms just enough into that doughy flesh of his that it was both pleasing and effective.

Deb nearly went cross eyed, groaning with pleasure and relief as Q kept rubbing his gut. "Ohhh...I swear, your hands must be made out of magic..."

"The only thing made of magic here is your gut, big guy." Q mused as she kept rubbing that giant gut of his. Q pressed into the middle of Deb's gut, kneading into it bit by bit as that was the area that seemed to have the most pressure concentrated there. Q was amazed by just how much Deb's gut felt like dough.

All of Q's kneading ended up making Deb's gut gurgle intensely however, making him grimace and clutch his gut with both hands. However, instead of grunting or growling in discomfort, Deb simply opened his mouth wide and let out not one, not two, but three belches consecutively.

*BRRROOOOORRRUUUUUUAAAAAP*

*UUURRRRRROOOOORRRRRRP*

*HUUUUUOOOOOORRRRRRRRRUUUUUAAAARRRP*

The first burp Deb let out rumbled on for a few seconds and carried an undeniable heft to it, making it sound as if it came from the very depths of his stomach. The second burp was shorter, but was just as deep and powerful. The third burp was the lengthiest of them all, rumbling on for around 8 seconds and never getting weaker as it went on. After those burps were done, Deb sighed loudly and patted his big gut, making it ripple underneath his palm.

"Grrrooahh...That felt good, heh."

Q laughed at Deb's crude antics, making the former knight smirk. "Heheheh, they're always so big!"

"Hah! You're telling me!" Deb grinned and gave his belly a few good pats. "Well, there's plenty more in there, so I'd appreciate it if you could help me settle this fat thing down."

Q simply nodded before pressing firmly into the middle of Deb's gut. And just like clockwork...

*BRRRROOORRRRRRAAAAUUURRRP*

A deep, massive burp erupted from Deb's gut, which was loud enough that it most likely startled any animals still in the area. Once the burp ended, Deb sighed and patted his gut firmly, working up a smaller burp in the process.

"Ahh...C'mon, I still got more in there! Don't stop pushing now!"

Q shook her head but nevertheless smiled at the big former knight's actions. Despite how intimidating Deb could be sometimes, it was times like these that reassured the mage.

Q kept pressing into Deb's gut and he just kept letting out burp after burp, seemingly never running out of crude eruptions to expel. However, after what had to be close to 4 minutes, Deb stopped burping and dawned a look of intense concentration on his face.

"Urf...I feel a big one in there...Gimme a hand, er, two hands, Q."

Q chuckled, but nonetheless pressed her hands firmly into Deb's gut for the final time. What followed could only be described as catastrophic.

*OOOOUUUURRRRRRRRUUUUAAAAAOOOORRRRRRLLLLLRRRRRAAAAAAP*

An unbelievably massive belch exploded from Deb's mouth, which scared away anyone within a 5 mile radius of the duo. The burp roared on for well over ten seconds and made Q grimace from just how loud it was. Once the burp mercifully ended, Deb felt so relieved that he actually ended up losing his balance, slamming onto the ground with a loud thud. However, even as he was sprawled out on the ground, he felt nothing but pure and utter relief.

"Grroooaaaaaghh...Ooohhhh...That felt SO damn good..."

"I'm glad it did, cause I thought I was gonna go deaf there for a second." Q mused as she could still feel her ears ringing.

Deb licked his chops and scratched his gut lazily. "Y'know what, think I might be in the mood for seconds, actually!"

Q groaned. "...You'd better be joking."

"Oh, I'm serious, girly."

Something about Chief and Lewis, maybe? I wouldn't mind seeing the big guy glut himself after a hard day's work, and getting some belly rubs from his buddy.