Rohan could barely focus on anything beyond his own overstuffed state. His shirt, once snug but manageable, had given way to his burgeoning moobs, spilling out like overflowing batter from a pan. The flannel was long gone, lost somewhere in the chaos of Loki’s relentless “punishment.”

“BURP! Huff… Loki… I can’t… anymore…” Rohan wheezed, his voice trailing off as another loud burp escaped him. His massive belly quivered with each labored breath, taut and round, now firmly squished between Loki’s broad, muscular hands.

The dragon loomed over him, his emerald-green scales shimmering with pride. His physique had grown impossibly more imposing, his biceps bulging as he pressed his hands against Rohan’s stuffed belly. “The larger the portion of justice, the better!” Loki declared, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.

Rohan groaned, his ears flattening as he tried to lean away from Loki’s touch. “You’re enjoying this way too much,” he muttered, though his flushed face betrayed a mixture of exhaustion and bashful amusement.

“Of course I am,” Loki replied with a toothy grin, kneading the fox’s swollen belly with gentle but deliberate pressure. “Look at you! My masterpiece of divine justice. You’ve paid for your crimes, Rohan, and then some.”

“Crimes?” Rohan huffed, his tail twitching weakly. “All I did was tease you!”

“And now you’ve learned your lesson,” Loki said, leaning in close, his fiery orange mane brushing against Rohan’s ears. “But I must say, you wear your punishment beautifully.”

Rohan’s face burned even brighter, his protests reduced to a weak grumble as Loki gave his belly one final squeeze. “You’re insufferable…”

“And you’re irresistible,” Loki teased back, his grin softening into something almost tender. He traced a claw along Rohan’s rounded side, chuckling at the fox’s flustered expression.

As Rohan let out another loud burp, the dragon pulled back, admiring his handiwork. “I think this concludes your sentence,” Loki said with mock solemnity, crossing his arms. “But don’t get too comfortable, fox. Justice is always watching.”

Rohan groaned again but couldn’t help the small, sheepish smile tugging at his lips. “Next time, remind me to skip the divine part.”

“Never,” Loki said with a wink, stepping back and flexing his powerful frame. “Now, how about dessert?”

The fox’s eyes widened in alarm, and Loki burst into laughter, his victorious roar echoing through the room. It seemed this punishment—though exhausting—had left them both with full bellies and fuller hearts.