This is a random, self indulgent one shot that I wrote, starting with the first line, which I found as a starter prompt. Sara belongs to me but the other characters are © Nakaba Suzuki

I love this but also I triggered myself on accident dammit.

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"I think you should stop, your tummy doesn't sound very happy, Sir Meliodas…"

"No way, Elizabeth! I can't miss a single bite of the delicious meals made with love by my beautiful wives." Mel put an arm around each of them and rubbed their shoulders as his already full tummy sloshed loudly. "My tummy is very, very happy, just listen to it! But, my arms are getting tired…will you ladies feed me?~"

"If you say so." Sara grabbed a pancake and rolled it up, stuffing it into the dragon's open maw. "Greedy guts…"

Meliodas gulped it down whole, then opened his mouth again for some of Elizabeth's syrupy honey-drenched fruit salad.

A bite of bacon here, a chocolate waffle there, and mugs of juice or milk to wash everything down between gulps. His partners worked with gentleness and ease, pausing the feeding of their dragon husband to massage his stuffed belly and squeeze out some burps to make room. Before he knew it, the last crumbs of a box of donuts and maple cooked sausage were sliding down his gullet.

As the last gulls of breakfast slid down his throat, Mel's chair creaked, and then gave way and dumped him on the floor, taking the girls with him. They landed on his taut green belly, squeezing a big belch out of him.

The girls pushed their pregnant bellies against his much larger stomach.

"Mm, soooo fulllll…"

While Sara stroked his cheek, he turned his head and opened his mouth and licked her, slurping her hand inside.

"There's no way you're fitting me in with that huge breakfast."

"Watch me!" The dragon stretched his maw over her and started swallowing her down. He grabbed her hips and pushed her further into his mouth and down his squishy throat.

After Sara was safely tucked away in his belly, Mel reached for Elizabeth, who was already posed to be eaten. She went down easy, in a smooth and practiced movement, to stretch out his tummy even further.

"Huff…" Meliodas panted heavily with his overcrowded stomach putting pressure on his insides. He felt like he would explode, and yet he couldn't be more content. "Two full course meals, two pregnant wives…breakfast of champions."

His tongue lolled out in his euphoric haze, the movements from his girls made an internal massage that created irresistible bliss.

Mel's toes and tail curled, pressure building in his throat until he let out an impressive burp that collapsed into a desperate moan of relief. His eyes rolled back in his head as he melted into a puddle of tail wagging ecstacy, wiggling this way and that as the girls rubbed his sore stomach from the inside.

"Oh, oh my god…hic…unnngf…"

He felt up his tummy, thinking of the pounds this extra large meal would surely be adding to his steadily plumpening frame. There would soon be more fat scaly folds for his partners to fondle and pamper. He felt like absolute royalty, gorging on such rich elegant meals every day.

After all, Meliodas needn't lift a finger for breakfast, lunch nor dinner, with his wives bringing him meals in bed and surprising him with banquet breakfasts the moment he opened his eyes in the morning. They brought him snacks, too. Even in the middle of the night when he felt peckish. Midnight snacks were replaced by midnight meals.

At this rate, he would surely be mistaken for the sin of Gluttony and not Wrath.

"Who's our fat dragon?~"

"Me, unf…me, I'm your plump dragon…"

He was at the mercy of his consensual enablers. If caught in this state of overfull bliss, one would expect a captain to be embarrassed in such vulnerability. But not this one.

Being reduced to a begging piggy for his wives was extremely fulfilling, knowing how much it pleased them and him being eager to please. If anything or anyone were to threaten his lair, he could and would snap out of it in order to defend his territory.

But for now, a nice nap would suffice.