WTND Dylan Akiriyama Regular/Casual Outfit(Short)

A Pair of Brown and Blue Aviator Goggles Located on Top of his Head

A Double Sided Desert Scape Galaxy Glass Ball Pendant Cord Necklace

An Baggy and Loose Blue, Black and White Unzipped Plaid Flannel Hooded Jacket with Grey Drawstrings, A Silver Zipper and Zipper Lining, the Sleeves Rolled On Top the Elbows with Grey Sleeve Lining and A Grey Hood

A Black with Light Grey Bottom Sleeve Lining, Light Grey Collar Lining and Light Grey Hem Lining Baggy Short-Sleeve T-Shirt with White Colored Words “Ghost World”(Ghost at Top, World at the Bottom) with a Small Pale Blue Orb with Yellow Eyes, a Fanged Mouth and Pointy Horns that Changes Expressions to Match Dylans

A Burgundy And Black Striped Very Loose Long Sleeve Shirt Underneath with the Sleeves Covering his Hands(His Fingers And Thumb Remain Uncovered)

Different Color Bandages On his Fingers and Arms with Separate Hand Wrap White Bandages Wrapped Covering the Back and Palm

Loose Faded Grey Ripped Jeans

Red, Black and White Slightly Scuffed Laceless Midcalf Hightops with A Dog Paw print Located on the Sides

A Lovely Christmas Eve

“Oh god… Do I have to sis?”

“Yes you do! Mom wants you to and that is final!”

“But… I’m still stuffed from Thanksgiving dinner and you know it…”

“I don’t care!”

Dylan groaned in frustration as his sister hanged up the phone meaning that this conversation was over and that he was going to come whenever he wanted to or not. Lifting himself up from his bed, huffing with his almost swollen like gut sticking out from underneath his sleepwear shirt. Even after Thanksgiving dinner came and passed, the food he had eaten was still in the process of being digested. And now that Christmas Eve was approaching and he had to go to dinner with his family, he wasn’t prepared for that. But still… He just couldn’t not go. His mom wanted the whole family to be together and a plus, his older sister was finally coming home from overseas and it was going to be a fine dinner and a chance for catching up.

“I mean, we are going out for dinner this time, which means I can order less… What do you think Ruldolph?”

Ruldolph looked lazily up at his owner and buddy before yawning and continued sleeping.

“Yea, I know what you mean… Well, no use complaining, best to just do it.”

*With Kris*

“Bye Mom! Bye Dad! I’m heading out!”

“Hold on a minute Kris! Where are you heading out?”

Kris sighed as she turned to face her dad, a sour face looking but well young looking man with white hair and a salt/pepper mustache with white hair wearing a green and white winter sweater with a deer on the front. With glasses on, he looked very suspicious at his young daughter holding a bagged item in her hand.

“Dad I told you, I’m going out to visit Dylan’s family.”

“You can’t be serious! You know I hate it when you hang out with him! He’s laid back like his idiotic father and is rarely serious about anything that comes to mind! And furthermore…”

“DAD! That is enough!”

Taken back by his daughter sudden outburst, Mr. Shuno couldn’t help but pay attention to his daughter as she explained to him the same explanation she gave in the past. As she finally finished her first speech and moved on to the next, her father had enough.

“Alright! If I let you go, will you please stop?”

Kris smiled a winning grin as she had won this argument. Again.

*At the Rocking Diner*

“Dylan! You came!”

Dylan smiled small as his mother came to give her son a warm embracing hug. Finishing her hug, she couldn’t help but notice his gut sticking out from underneath his loose fitting shirt.

“And I see Mr. Gut is here to greet us as well,” said cheerfully Mrs. Akiriyama, not noticing the blush slowly crossing Dylan’s face.

“Mom…”

“Aw I’m just teasing you silly!”

*Grumble, Growl*

Dylan’s blush increased as his belly called out, almost demanding for food and/or attention. Mrs. Akiriyama laughed as she bent down to greet the growling gut.

“Aw don’t worry my little bulge. You’ll get something to eat soon.”

Dylan sheepishly laughed as he headed over to the table along with his mom to sit down with his family. As they were settling in, the front door jingled as Kris and surprisingly her family walked in. Her mother, younger brother and younger sister were smiling with a little shyness, her father had a seen forced smile on his face and Kris… Well it was anything but as she had an almost scowl on her face and her eyes shrunken with a bit of annoyance on them. Dylan could already tell that this was due to having her family with her when initially she said she would only bring herself. As they paid the waitress and sat in the booth next his family, Dylan peered over and whispered over to where Kris was sitting.

“Dad stopped you at the door and wouldn’t let you go?”

“Yep.”

“Gave him a speech and he let you but only if they come?”

“Oh yea.”

“Well, it could be worsen…”

“How?”

“You wouldn’t have left?”

“I guess…”

*An Hour Later*

“Oh god… Not again…”

Dylan stared at his meal in shock, a clear deja vu of Thanksgiving day dinner, the contents of his meal almost spilling over the plate. His grumbling stomach almost cheered at the prospect of food and began a assault of noise to signal that it was time for grub. Soon Kris poked over from her booth and looked in same shock at Dylan’s plate.

“Sheesh Dylan, did you even think about how much would be on there?”

“N-no, I was in the bathroom remember?”

“Well, it must have been your family if they went that far to get all that food.”

“Yea, lucky me…”

Dylan sighed as he picked up a fork and began the daunting task of eating. And while he ate, his food beginning to digest, and his stomach going to make more room for the new found company. But halfway in, he stopped as the pains came in and out, a clear sign that he had reached his limit. His stomach, no longer greedily hungry, was now grumbling in pleads for no more food. As soon as he had stopped, his mom noticed her son, head bowed almost as if a clear message was being sent.

“Dylan? Is something wrong? Do you want to go lay down?”

“Um… Yea… BURP!!! Ohhhhg….”

Dylan got up and headed towards the door holding his stomach in straight pain. Kris had temporarily looked up from her meal to watch as Dylan lumbered out.

*In Dylan’s Car*

“pant…pant… BURP… Oh god…”

Dylan groaned as his stomach pain filled gurgles filled the silent car with noise. Sitting in the passenger seat, Dylan rubbed the pain filled gut in hopes of relief, but none seemed to come as it continued on.

*Tap Tap*

Dylan looked up in pain as Kris was gently tapping the window with a look of concern on her face. Taking one hand off and unlocking the car door, Kris got in and gently closed the door.

“Dylan…”

“H-Hi Kris… BURP… It’s nothing…”

Kris stared at Dylan as he moaned in pain, almost sounding as if he was crying. Suddenly out of nowhere, Kris put on Dylan’s seatbelt and the drivers belt as she took the keys from Dylan’s hand and stuck it into the ignition. Immediately starting she drove off from the diner.

*At Dylan’s Apartment*

“Come on Dylan… We’re almost there.”

Kris comforted Dylan as they made the difficult trip to his room. Once inside and heading towards the couch, Dylan instantly collapsed onto the cushions rubbing his stomach with one hand and holding his mouth with the other as Kris removed her coat and hat before going over to Dylan. Once removing the warm layer of clothes leaving him in his casual clothing, Kris instantly sat next to him and laid him down on her lap. Normally Dylan would have complained stating he was fine, but right now he didn’t care.

“Oh god…”

Kris didn’t respond, more focused on trying to comfort her poor friend out of his pains as he laid down. As no solution came, she went with old-fashioned: a belly rub. As her palms went over the tough skin and the food slowly going through, Dylan sighed as her palms almost comforted him as a small, sheepish smile came upon his face.

“T-T-Thank you Kris… I feel a bit better now…”

“No problem Dylan… Dylan can I ask you question?”

“Sure…”

“On Thanksgiving, did you eat all the contents of my bento box? You know you didn’t have to right?”

“Yea, but I know this sounds sappy but, you I mean you worked hard on it so I didn’t want it all going to waste…”

Kris suddenly kissed his forehead continuing rubbing.

“Not sappy… But sweet. Thank you 💗😳.”

“Heh, no problem…”

April Fools Delight

“Aw come on Kris, just this once…”

“No, No, and No Parker! I already told you, I’m not going to do it!”

“But Krissy…”

“No and that is my final answer Parker!”

Parker face scrunched up in frustration as his older sister, the person who would always go along with his usually hair-brained schemes, was denying him of this once in a life time opportunity at his so-called “Ultimate” prank. Today was April Fools day and Parker had just come up with this prank: the prank involved a bunch of pastries, any kind would have been perfect, and fill each of them with several pills that he had order online, pills that even he had no idea did, into it. Imagine the look on the people who may have been unfortunate to bite into one, it would have been perfect. But unfortunately for him, Kris wasn’t going through with it, even though she had just gotten into baking them already.

“Listen Parker, you can be mad at me for all you want to be, but I’m not going to prank our own family with unknown pills that you order online. What if those pills cause everlasting damage?”

“It’s not going to, I checked the description on them.”

“I don’t care Parker. Please, just stop bothering me about this.”

Kris took out the pastries, about 30 of Chewy Chocolate-Chip and Cinnamon Cookies with a soft fudge icing on top, the smell wavering in and out of their home, smelling almost like a gingerbread house. Parker stared at them with disappointment as he held the pills in the pockets of his jacket, sighing in total unwavering hatred. It just wasn’t fair.

(This is unfair biased garbage! Just because sis, this one time, doesn’t want to participate, doesn’t mean I shouldn’t! You know what, screw it! I’m going through with this!)

Parker smiled a devilish grin as he set through with his already ongoing plan, waiting for the exact moment for Kris to leave. Once she did, Parker went over and inserted each of the pills one by one into the top of the icing. He would have added them in while Kris was baking, but she of course had hawk eyes so that was out of the question. After finishing this dasterly deed, Parker step out of the kitchen in bliss, waiting for the perfect opportunity for when one of his relatives would take the fatal bite. This was going to be fun!

Later

“Bye guys! Bye Parker!”

“Bye Kris… Hope you have a "swell” time with Dylan!“

Kris looked confused at that sentence but didn’t think too much of it as she took her gift for him and walked off into the warm afternoon day. Making her way towards both Terry’s and Dylan’s place, along with Nichi who mysteriously found her way to Kris. Right before she got there, Dylan was busy going over some of the pranks he had almost laid victim to, not because he hated April Fools Day, but mostly due to the fact that people were trying to hard to prank him in a not so funny way. Upon finishing this list, the doorbell rang as Ruldolph barked for her owners attention. Upon hearing it, Dylan walked towards the door and was greeted by Kris and Nichi.

"Oh hey Kris! Happy April Fools Day and I see you weren’t stopped at the door by the Authority again.”

“Oh stop it Dylan, you know my dad’s just doing it because he’s worried about me is all. Besides, he was too busy to even notice me out the door. Anyway, I hope you don’t mind me if I’m barging in on you like this.”

“No it’s fine really. Nothing to it. Actually, I was hoping to go over your house but then I remember Parker and…”

“Yea, but he’ll get over it soon. But, let’s not talk about him. I brought you a present and before you ask, no it is not a prank.”

“Oh really? What is it?”

Kris took out the present wrapped tightly and upon unraveling it showed off the chewy pastries to Dylan. The moment his eyes laid upon them, his eyes lit up with almost glee.

“Chewiness Goodness! Yes!!! Thank you Kris!”

“Haha, glad to see you happy! I hope you don’t mind that I brought all of them.”

“No need to apologize, this is too perfect!”

“Well then, what are you waiting for? Go on.”

“But what about you?”

“I already ate so I’m good. Help yourself!”

“Alright!!”

A Couple Minutes In

“I can’t believe you ate them all in nearly one sitting…”

“Yeah, I couldn’t believe I ate all of them too, but they were so good, I can’t believe your family didn’t have any of them.”

“Me too, but I guess it must be due to them all eating already.”

Dylan was about to respond to that when a sudden rumble came from Dylan’s stomach. Almost immediately, Dylan turned a bright red as Kris giggled.

“Need something to drink for that stomach?”

“Y-yea…”

“Hold on Dylan, I think I brought something to drink.”

Kris soon bought out some ginger ale she had brought to drink with her and poured it into a glass handing it to him and watched him as he drinked it all up.

“Aww, thank you Kris.”

“No problem.”

Almost as if instant, the ginger ale began gurgling alongside the pills as they came together into contact, almost immediately making the pills take their effect as a feeling swept over Dylan’s body, a feeling of almost… Fullness.

“Uggh…”

“Dylan are you ok?”

“Uh yeah… Just feeling a bit more stuffed than I normally should have to feel but…”

*Grumble, Groan*

“Was that your stomach again?”

“Y-yea I think so…”

“Hold on, let’s see if there’s anything in the medicine cabinet.”

As Kris got up towards the bathroom, Dylan gave out a burp as the pills began expanding inside his stomach building up some intense pressure, pushing his stomach to the point of being against his belt. Noticing this, Dylan gasped as his belly began sticking out from underneath his shirt, pushing against his belt and forcing his button alongside as well.

“ *Burrpppp!!* Oh crap… Oh crap… Oh crap!”

Dylan struggled to get up from his spot on the couch as his stomach kept growing, the belt and button straining against this every growing mass. Thinking of nothing else better to do, Dylan proceeded to go towards the window to jump out, only to be stopped by Kris’s voice.

“Dylan?! Is something wrong?”

“N-no, nothing’s wrong…”

*Snap! Pop!*

Dylan grew bright red in the face as his belt snapped apart and his button popped off exposing his zipper, the only thing left to fight the growing mass of belly. Dylan began waddling over to the window as fast as he can, but upon nearly making it there, he heard the unmistakable sound of Kris’s footsteps approaching.

“Dylan? Are you ok in there?”

“Um yea…”

*Zippppppp!!!!*

The sound of a zipper going down was heard as Kris suddenly came into the room and looked in shock at Dylan’s condition.

“Dylan what happened?!”

“I-I-I don’t know…”

His stomach began surging again as it pushed his shirt up, exposing his navel. Kris dropped whatever medicine she was holding to go towards Dylan, trying to lead him away from the window and towards the couch as Dylan’s waddling slowly began turning to a half-hearted shuffle, his weight pushing down on him. Dylan’s pants almost began sliding down a bit, as he tried to attempt to hold on to them with his free hand, finally making it to the couch again and proceeded to sit down as his stomach began surging forward again as his shirt risen again, forcing apart the pants flaps. Kris had no clue as what to do until she remember the medicine she had seen in the cabinet and proceeded to grab it from its place, leaving Dylan with his ever growing gut. In an act of embarrassment and anger, tried his hardest to cover up his gut, only to be met with it rising up each time as it glomp leaving Dylan in a awkward state.

“Hold on Dylan!”

Kris came out with a bottle and gave it to Dylan.

“Wait Kris what’s this… *Mpffff!!!!*”

Kris impatiently took it from Dylan and chugged it down into Dylan’s mouth. As soon as she was finished, Dylan’s stomach stopped surging as it quietly settled.

“Ok, you feel better now?”

“Y-yea… If I knew what happened…”

“I have no clue what happened, but I think what happened was the cookies I gave you and you ate them all and… Wait, it was the cookies!”

“But how could they had… Wait, was it maybe…”

“It was… It was freaking Parker! And after I told him not to…”

“*Burrppppp!!!* Ugggh… He did a lot more than just this…”

Seeing Dylan in the state that he was in made Kris be filled with guilt. Even if she wasn’t the one who put the pills in, it was still her fault for Dylan’s condition. As she watched Dylan, she soon began crying until it turned into full on bawling, to which Dylan took notice of.

“K-Kris… Why are you crying?”

“B-B-Because I-I-I didn’t check them, now i-it’s my fault that you e-e-ended up like this and I-I…”

“Kris… It’s *burrrppppp* not your fault.”

“B-B-But…”

Dylan then proceeded to attempt to hug her but with a swollen belly, it made it a lot more harder to but he managed to counsel her.

“It’s ok Kris… It’s fine.”

“O-ok…”

During the hug, Kris’ hands found themselves cuddling into the soft, pudgy mass as Dylan moaned quietly with pleasure, it felt too good, almost: no like heaven with her hands gliding by, taking off the feelings of pain.

“Dylan…”

“Yea?”

“You wouldn’t mind if I…”

“No I wouldn’t…”

Kris then began massaging his belly as he continued to moan in pure ecstasy as her hands gliding over, soon finding himself laying back on the couch, Kris laid back onto him as she continue on, her face nearly inches away from his, planting a kiss on his forehead. It may seem just a tad bit unneeded but, for now she enjoyed it, as did Dylan who looked into pure bliss.

“Dylan, I promise to get back at Parker for this…”

“It can wait…”

“Yea, I guess your right. *Yawn*”

Kris suddenly laid down on top, her hands still over Dylan’s belly as she closed her eyes and went to sleep as did Dylan who with a smile, letting the warm sunlight hit them both.