#xleonx

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leon circa Back In The Day trying to make his aint-shit husband some coffee

[ID: a drawing of a tired-looking pregnant man struggling to reach a high cabinet, his tummy pressing against the counter and preventing him from getting close enough.]

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donna making leon try like 30 crappy health food snacks shes testing out

[ID: a drawing of a man and woman standing together. the man is backed against a wall and looking nervous, holding his round full tummy. the woman is looming over him and holding out a muffin, enthusiastically saying, "come on, I just have one more for you to try!" a voice from off to the side says "oh, Donna, leave that poor man alone!"]

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and for the Less Excessive Prangent Tummy Crowd. a nervous little leon circa Back In The Day (sorry the only way i know how to indicate that a character is not in the present is to give them a mullet)

[ID: a drawing of a pregnant guy looking worried and holding his belly protectively.]

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worlds most nervous little guy for the mpreg people

[ID: a drawing of a pregnant guy sitting with his hands on his tummy, looking worried.]

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fuckin around. a sleepy little leon 4 u

[ID: a drawing of a guy sitting asleep at the kitchen table, his head propped up in his hand. his bulging tummy is labeled "so full it hurts," and he's labeled "too sleepy to care."]

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"You're adorable, you know that? I wish I was all soft and warm like you." Shel snuggled up against Leon's side, clinging sleepily to the loose fabric of his shirt.

"Y'know, you're gettin' a little soft too," said Leon, hugging Shel tight.

"Yeah, sure," said Shel. "There's nothin' to me, Leon." He smiled up at him, but there was a certain tiredness behind it.

"Aw, come on," Leon insisted, giving Shel a squeeze around the middle. "Look at that sweet little Shelly belly." Shel laughed and took his hands.

"Oh, please! You're such a goofball."

"I mean it! Where'd all those hipbones go, huh?" Leon slipped his hands under Shel's shirt and gave the tiny pooch a loving squeeze. "Face it, Lady Aspelund, you're gettin' cute and soft like the rest of us."

"'Like the rest of us.' You finally admittin' you're cute?" Shel sat upright and wrapped his arms around Leon's waist, giving him a tender kiss on the cheek. Leon blushed.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe," he confessed.

"You better be. You know why?"

"Why?"

"'Cause you're cute," Shel grinned, nuzzling his face against Leon's neck and planting another kiss.

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Protest with Leon 0w0

sorry this has been sitting in my inbox for almost a monthhhhhh

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Leon had been sure when he'd scooped out the big serving of chicken and dumplings that he'd be going back for seconds. It never seems like enough when you're dishing it out, he thought as he picked at a dumpling, but boy, was that ever a misjudgment. He still had half a bowl left and he already felt full and heavy. The warm weight of the hearty soup in his belly was comforting, but he wasn't sure it would be wise to eat much more. It was too good to put down, though, and despite the growing tautness in his middle, he couldn't help but keep nibbling at it.

Shel, who had long since finished his own small serving and was now snuggled up against Leon's side, wrapped his arms around his partner's plush waist and rested his head against his belly. If Leon's slowing down hadn't been a clear sign of how full he was, the feeling of his rounded tummy bulging out over the waist of his pajama pants certainly was. Shel gave it a fond pat, and Leon blushed. He set the spoon back in the bowl and ran his fingers through Shel's silvery curls, letting his hand idly graze down over his shoulders and come to rest on his back. He smiled at the sound of Shel's soft little sigh of contentment.

"I love you," Shel mumbled sleepily.

"I love you too, Shelly," said Leon, and for a moment he felt almost overwhelmed with adoration. He leaned down to kiss Shel on the cheek, though his full belly nearly prevented him from leaning in far enough to reach his target. Sitting upright again, he gave Shel's back a gentle rub and then picked up his spoon once more.

While he'd been picking at his dinner pretty consistently before the pause, his stomach had settled enough in the past couple minutes for the fullness to really sink in, and now each little bite felt like an enormous weight in his belly. He leaned back against the couch cushion to give his tummy some space and was a little surprised to see how big it looked bulging out in front of him, stuffed tight with thick, creamy soup and heavy dough that felt like it was expanding inside him. He supposed it was time to throw in the towel. He scooped up a final bite, wanting to enjoy one last taste before setting the bowl aside, but his stomach protested as he brought it to his mouth, crying out in frantic signals to his brain that it couldn't hold any more. He hesitated, then, with a sigh, he returned the spoon and its contents to the bowl and set it on the end table. His belly gurgled softly, almost as if letting out a sigh of relief, and Shel lifted up the bottom of his soft pajama shirt and planted a gentle kiss on the warm skin.

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squeezing in a quick post-lunch break leon before bed will give him more effort at a later date

[ID: a drawing of a guy sitting in an office chair, looking tired and uncomfortable, groaning and holding his very bloated tummy, which is labeled "full of hoagie."]

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since im finishing up my sketchbook i went through for doodles i never finished/posted Part 1: oc edition

[ID: six sketchy doodles of different characters with variously round, swollen tummies.

the first drawing is a man standing and looking sheepish with his hands behind his back. the second is a woman in pajamas, looking sleepy. the third is a man in pajamas laying flat on his back. each of their bellies are a relatively realistic amount of bloated, and peeking out from under their shirts.

the fourth drawing is a woman sitting and holding her enormously distended belly, looking alarmed. the fifth is a person standing there with one hand on his slightly bloated tummy. the sixth is a side view of a woman holding her very round, pregnant-looking belly, looking worried.]

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this was supposedd to just be a Tummy Comparison for leon & shel but then i realized they have arms & i got scared

[ID: a drawing of two people standing side by side and holding hands, cropped to show just their torsos and thighs. they're shirtless but wearing pants. one is taller and thin and standing with a cane, and the other is short and chubby, with top surgery scars, an appendectomy scar, and a lot of stretch marks.]

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i will be real with you the entire time i was writing this i had absolutely no idea what id already written

[very mild stuffing, mostly just two old fruits eating dinner & cuddling & bein mushy]

Leon slipped his arms around Shel's narrow waist from behind while he cooked, propping his chin against his shoulder. Gently, he snuck his hands under Shel's shirt and rested them on his belly. Shel was a thin person; there was no denying that. Where there had once been hip bones sharply jutting out, though, Leon found only the soft swell of his lower belly. He held his hands there for a moment, taking in the warmth of that soft curve, then gave it a gentle squeeze. Shel smiled and craned his neck around to nuzzle his cheek against Leon's forehead.

Shel had been nothing short of scrawny for just about his entire life. It was only once he started spending time with Leon that he began to soften up a little; perhaps trying to get his dysfunctional sweetheart to eat better was rubbing off on him as well. The two spent many an evening enjoying a hearty home-cooked meal together, just as they were planning to do tonight.

Leon was reluctant to take his hands off of Shel's lovely little tummy, but the dirty cutting board was calling him. He leaned up to kiss him on the cheek before retreating to the sink. Shel remained at the stove, stirring the sizzling vegetables around in the pan. The kitchen smelled wonderful. They had salmon in the oven, drizzled with a glaze of dijon mustard and maple syrup, and cooking on the stove was a colorful medley of squash, asparagus, and broccoli. Leon's belly rumbled, and Shel smiled. He turned away from the stove--the vegetables needed a chance to brown anyhow--and pulled Leon into his arms, nuzzling his face deep into the crook of his neck.

"Shelly!" Leon jerked at the sudden tickling sensation, laughing. Shel hugged him tightly.

"I just like cookin' with you is all," Shel mumbled into his neck. "You're my perfect helper."

"Oh yeah? What are the qualifications?"

"Cute, for starters," said Shel, lifting his head to kiss Leon's cheek. "Sweet. Funny. Uh, warm." He slipped his hands under Leon's shirt to press them into his warm belly, and he gasped at the cold touch. There was little Shel adored more than Leon's plush, pillowy tummy, save for his cats and Leon himself. It was delightfully plump, poking out adorably over the top of his pajama pants, and the squishy little pooch under his belly button fit perfectly in Shel's bony hands. Leon didn't share quite the same appreciation for it, but if Shel loved it so much, he supposed it couldn't be bad.

At long last, dinner was ready, and the two decided to forgo the table and snuggle up together on the couch with their plates. It was a chilly, rainy evening outside, but Shel's cozy living room was warm, and the gentle patter of the rain against the windows was pleasant. Leon's belly rumbled again as they got themselves situated. Shel gave it an affectionate pat, unable to hold back an amused grin.

"Hey, you had lunch today, didn't you?"

"Huh? Um, I think so. Probably?" Leon ran through the long, busy work day in his mind. Shel rolled his eyes.

"Eat your fish, you goofball," he said, smiling fondly. Leon didn't need to be told twice. He gladly obliged, and Shel gladly joined him. Everything had come out perfect. The fish was flaky and flavorful, and the vegetables were tender but still just crisp enough. Leon's empty stomach welcomed the first delicious bites with open arms.

"I don't know if I'm gonna be able to eat this whole thing," remarked Shel, and Leon chuckled.

"Have you ever eaten a whole anything?"

"I ate a whole pea once," said Shel. "Skin and all." Leon laughed out loud, covering his mouth in an attempt to keep himself from dribbling half-chewed squash all over the place, and Shel grinned down at him.

As it turned out, Shel was right. He had the stomach capacity of a stray chihuahua, and, despite a valiant effort, the big hunk of fish proved to be just a bit too much. He set the plate on the coffee table, covering it with a napkin to keep the cats out of his leftovers, and settled himself against Leon's lap, resting his hands on his full tummy.

"Full already?"

"Stuffed." Even not having cleaned his plate, Shel had pushed himself just a smidge too far, his stomach teetering just on the edge of discomfort. His tummy poked out ever so slightly under his soft pajama shirt, and Leon gave it a gentle pat.

"Boy, I'll say," he said, surprised at how firm his belly felt. He supposed it couldn't have felt too bad, though; that pinched pout of discomfort he was all too familiar with was nowhere to be seen on Shel's pretty face, only a content, sleepy little smile. Leon gazed down at him a moment, utterly gripped by his beauty--his delicate features, the crinkles of the smile in his eyes, the sea of silver waves that was his hair.

"Leon, eat your dinner," said Shel, both amused and touched by the look of adoration on Leon's face. It wasn't a look he'd ever imagined anybody might direct toward him, but it was one he was almost growing used to now--used to, but certainly not tired of.

"You're very distracting, you know," said Leon, tenderly brushing one of Shel's remaining mousy brown hairs out of his face before picking up his fork again. Shel smiled innocently at him, batting his eyelashes sweetly. Leon rolled his eyes and took another bite of salmon. He was beginning to feel full himself, although not quite full enough to slow down; each bite was still just as irresistible as the last. He didn't start slowing down until he was nearly finished, his belly growing snug against his shirt.

While he only had a few bites left on his plate, Leon's stomach had finally begun to catch up with him, and those last few bites were beginning to seem like a lot. He paused for a moment, letting out a little sigh. His belly gurgled softly as its contents settled, and he brought a hand to his mouth to stifle a quiet burp. Shel gazed up at him adoringly from his lap, appreciating the mundane sweetness of his movements and the way the glow of the light filtering through his thick, dark hair from above made him look like an angel. It wasn't an angle he often saw Leon from, being taller than him. Leon glanced down suddenly, finally noticing Shel's stare.

"Hey, good-lookin'," said Shel with a suave smile, and then he broke into laughter at the cheesy line. Somebody at work had once said that Shel's laugh sounded like an old man being smothered to death, but as far as Leon was concerned, it was the most beautiful sound in the world. He grinned down at him and ruffled his hair.

"Hey! I just brushed that," Shel exclaimed, grabbing at Leon's hand.

"You're gonna make me drop broccoli all over your head!"

"I'll just pick it off and feed it to you," teased Shel, reaching up and plucking a piece of broccoli from Leon's plate. "Finish your dinner already so we can get to foolin' around." Leon laughed, and Shel fed him the broccoli, then licked off his fingers.

Slowly but surely, Leon finished off the last few bites of his dinner, his belly feeling snug and tight as he pushed it just over the edge of stuffed. It had rounded out nicely against his shirt, not alarmingly distended but undeniably and visibly full. He set his plate down beside Shel's on the table and leaned back with a sigh. Another little burp bubbled up and escaped, and he rested a hand atop his belly.

"Man, that was a big hunk of fish," he said, rubbing at the taut bulge of his stomach.

"Wasn't it? And you were makin' fun of me," teased Shel.

"I still ate the whole thing, though," said Leon.

"I guess so," agreed Shel. He lifted Leon's shirt up just enough to expose his belly button, then leaned his head in to plant a kiss on his tummy. Leon blushed brightly. With an adoring look in his eyes, Shel sat his hands on Leon's sides, idly rubbing the soft skin of his belly with one thumb. Slowly and deliberately, he placed another kiss, letting his lips linger against the warm surface for an extra moment. Then, he snuggled up against Leon, wrapping his arms loosely around his waist and resting his cheek against his tummy.

He remained there while Leon gently stroked his hair, listening to the soft gurgles of his belly as it worked away at the big dinner. As big as it had been, neither of them felt uncomfortably full, although it wouldn't have taken much more to get them there. Leon rested his other hand on Shel's tummy, enamored with the way it bulged just barely noticeably under his shirt. This was all that "foolin' around" would consist of tonight; they both were full and sleepy and perfectly content to simply stay there and hold each other.

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more prangent leon 4 u hes got some good friends in his corner

[ID: a doodle of a pregnant guy looking nervous as his two friends comfort him, a woman touching his belly and a man touching his shoulders.]

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tiny sad little leon full of too much sandwich etc

[ID: a cartoony drawing of a glum-looking little guy sitting on the floor, his round belly sticking out from under his too-short shirt.]

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which one of you got that old [EDITORS NOTE: hes 46] man pregnant

[ID: a drawing of two guys together on a couch. one guy, who is pregnant, is sitting up and looking nervous, rattling off a long, rambling list of worries which makes up the background of the image. the other guy, laying snuggled up against the first guy's tummy and falling asleep, reassures him "you'll be fine."]

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this is the best ive managed to draw them in ages they always give me such a hard time

[ID: a drawing of two guys sitting together. one is leaning against the other, who has his arms around him to hold his soft tummy. they're smiling adoringly at each other.]

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normally leon & shel dont let me draw them but they decided to sit still for once. shel says I Need This Ok I Got A Tummy Deficiency

[ID: a drawing of two guys standing together in their pajamas. one is holding a cup of coffee and looking surprised as the other, standing behind him, reaches around to lift his shirt and grab his soft belly with both hands.]