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Felicity spent the entire morning that day anxious for her science final. Her entire future rode on whether or not she would get an A on that final. Being that she had anxiety, it had left her with a few butterflies and tummy flutters, but she’d made her way through the final with some ease and completely forgot about the anxious tummy ache she woke up with.
Felicity walked out of the exam room feeling confident, and since she wanted to reward herself for months of studying, she decided to make a trip to her local burger joint. The grumbling hunger in her belly made her eyes bigger than her stomach, however, and she almost bought home the entire restaurant.
A large 10 piece chicken nugget meal with a diet coke, an extra large fries, 2 cheeseburgers, a triple burger with bacon, and 2 ice creams.
Time got fuzzy as she made her way home, mindlessly chomping on the fries on the drive home, sipping the coke, and by the time she was sat on the couch watching a movie she had no time to waste getting started on the entrées she had ordered.
Then suddenly, her belly felt painfully full of gas and stodgy food. This restaurant often makes her feel gross afterwards, but the sheer volume of the food she had consumed without even thinking created a gross, queasy feeling she hadn’t expected. The bubbling and gurgling of her belly sent wet burps up her throat and acid stung the back of her tongue. Carefully, Felicity rubbed her upper stomach to try and prod out the pain that she was experiencing but all she was given in return was a sickly slosh that made her huff out a nauseated breath. She had to accept that she was definitely ending that night being violently sick.
Each movement she made resulted in a gross slosh and a meaty burp that felt like food could project upwards at any moment.
Deciding it would be safer to make her way to the bathroom instead of sitting on the couch, Lic decided that the waddle to the bathroom that made her gurgly belly even more angry was far more worth it than scrubbing out her carpet and risking her security deposit.
Sitting against the cool porcelain of the bath and toilet, Felicity burped into the water and made it ripple ever so slightly. The feeling of staring into the bowl where her dinner would eventually end up made her insides twist and turn grossly. Even just thinking about food made her gag as she pressed a manicured hand against her lips, mouth cheeks inflating with air she didn’t dare let out incase her food came up with it.
Suddenly, her belly lurched with a wet, bubbly retch that sent a trickle of vomit into the bowl. She rubbed her stomach desperately, hoping to coax the process to hurry up as the nausea was increasing to uncomfortable levels.
With another wet burp, her dinner rushed up her throat in thick waves, hardly leaving time for breathing. She choked down some air, the nauseous tingle of the remaining stomach contents swirling around as she flushed away the mess and was left to nurse a queasy belly all night long.
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No idea if you guys even want to see fics from me, but this was in my notes app for TOO long so. Enjoy?:)
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Demonic Belly Love (Sadao x Ashiya Stuffing Fic)
Been a minute since I posted a kink fic, but here's another late December reward I just wrapped. This time, focusing on Sadao binging on a whole lotta Mgronald's because no self-respecting demon is gonna let all that junkfood go to waste.
The end result of which is a very bloated and burpy Sadao, which Ashiya doesn't mind one iota. ;)
“Sire, is this truly wise?” Ashiya asked while scratching at the back of his neck uneasily while the sound of munching and gulping filled the air. He watched as his young master sat on the ground, dressed in his usual T-Shirt and boxers combo, greedily munching away on burgers like the end times were fast approaching.
Sadao swallowed hard, sending a sizable lump down his throat before he huffed to himself and licked his lips. “Look, we had a huge takeout order that had to cancel after everything was already made. I wasn't about to let all this stuff go to waste. Plus, it tastes like crap if ya leave it in the fridge and reheat it,” Sadao insisted before taking another hearty bite of his burger. “So, unless you wanna jump in and help me eat more-”
“-Sire, truly, I simply cannot eat another bite before I start to experience digestive discomfort,” Ashiya chimed in, holding his stomach protectively with one hand. Though it wasn't visibly bloated the way Sadao's stomach was starting to get, it was nonetheless pushing against his shirt slightly.
“Well, there ya go then,” Sadao remarked with his mouthful before swallowing heavily, huffing, and going right back to munching away. “Besides, how often do I get to chow down like this?”
“...About once a week...” Ashiya muttered under his breath.
“What was that?” Sadao asked a little sharply.
“Nothing!” Ashiya said with an all too sweet and innocent smile, one Sadao didn't buy for one second, but nonetheless, let go so he could go back to his binge-eating.
The young demon ate at a rapid rate. His sharper, inhuman teeth made quick work of every burger or handful of fries he shoved into his greedy maw, causing every mouthful he gulped down to send a sizable bulge down his neck. Ashiya watched as Sadao continued to voraciously wolf down all that fast food, having been given a front row seat to Sadao's gluttony on numerous occasions, especially whenever there was left over food at MgRonald's in need of disposing.
Granted, both young men were demons, so even a whole lot of fast food wasn't even close to the most either of them could wolf down. But even though their appetites were unmatched compared to any other humans, in these young, lean human bodies of theirs, they did have their limits. Especially when it came to junk food.
Though, with Sadao, Ashiya could never gauge just what those limits were. When it came to free junk food, Sadao was a bottomless pit...
Sadao just ate and ate, sending more of that greasy, salty goodness down his gullet; devouring all he got his mitts on at a feverish pace. Ashiya was kind of astonished at how fast that pile of burgers and pepper fries was vanished. Honestly, if they ever held any cash-prize eating contests in-town, Sadao could probably clean out the competition with ease.
As time went on, Sadao's gorging slowed down; the sheer volume of food filling him up was starting to take its toll. Taking a break from stuffing his face, Sadao leaned back and groaned. “Whew, oh man, I'm gettin' pretty full...” Sadao moaned, rubbing his belly with one hand while the other rested against the ground for support. The usually flat organ had grown quite bloated at that point, rounding out beneath his shirt by over a foot, stretching his shirt out to the point where Ashiya could see a clear outline of Sadao's bellybutton.
Ashiya couldn't help but notice a sliver of flesh exposing itself from the bottom of Sadao's shirt, and blushing a little at the sight of his masters smooth, tanned flesh.
As Ashiya was about to suggest that maybe Sadao call it a day, a prolonged, gaseous gurgle erupted from Sadao's heavy belly while he rubbed it. Sadao grimaced with discomfort for a moment, until he lurched his head back and let out a big, rumbling belch. The abrasive sound echoed throughout their tiny apartment and could've easily been heard from outside.
“Sire, honestly...” Ashiya muttered, shaking his head.
But Sadao just sighed with relief and gave his belly a couple of hearty pats of satisfaction. “Oof! Damn, did I need that, heh...” he moaned out, giving his round gut one last relieved smack and ushering another burp in the process. “Hehe, think I made a lil more room there too.” Sadoa's grin turned impish with that as he turned back to the remainder of his fast food feast, and went back to chowing down.
As more and more burgers vanished down Sadao's gullet, his midsection continued to steadily swell out, growing rounder and heavier with each juicy, greasy burger he greedily devoured. Ashiya watched in real time as Sadao's already bulging belly expanded more and more. The blood rushed to his cheeks as the bottom of Sadao's shirt continued to ride up higher and higher, exposing more of Sadao's burgeoning bare belly as it grew weightier.
Sadao was getting so bloated that he had to scoot back just to keep his globular gut from pushing against the little table they had on the floor.
The young, overstuffed demon lord just kept on packing it away, eating more fast food than any being on this planet could ever justify wolfing down. He paused periodically to catch his breath or to rub his ever-expanding gut.
Sadao also found himself burping more frequently, both to make as much room in his heavy gut as he could manage, but also because of just how gassy all that junk food was making him.
The young demonic frycook kept at it, powering through his dwindling pile of burgers and fries, all while his growing gut gurgled and churned the more Sadao filled it up. Until finally, a long last, every last scrap of food was churning away inside of Sadao's utterly enormous stomach.
Ashiya honestly couldn't recall the last time he'd seen his liege so stuffed before. Sadao's gut had ballooned out by over two feet, riding his shirt up just below his chest, exposing the entirety of that dome. Not only were his thighs spread out to give that fleshy beachball of a belly some desperately needed breathing room, but Ashiya couldn't help but notice that Sadao's hefty gut was weighing his boxers down, showing off more of Sadao's hips in the process.
Sadao just sat there, groaning in an overstuffed daze for a few moments, before a long, rumbling belch erupted intensely from his maw for a good five or so seconds straight. When it ended, Sadao huffed breathlessly, then, using his hands against the ground for support, he slumped back, his huge belly wobbled from the motion while everything digesting within Sadao sloshed noisily.
“...Urrrgh, dude...I'm gonna buuuUUUUUrrrrrrrst...oof...” Sadao tried to speak up, only to cut himself off with another overstuffed burp that left him huffing and hitting his chest a few times to clear his windpipes.
“I'm kind of amazed you haven't already, sire,” Ashiya mused as he ogled his master and roommates' girthy gut with a hint of lust.
Muffling a rather deep burp behind his fist that puffed out his cheeks, Sadao exhaled the gas off to the side and grunted out, “Mph, y'mind doin' something about this, man...?”
Ashiya's eyes practically bugged out of his skull.
“...I...uh...w-why, of course, sire...i-it'd be my pleasure!” Ashiya insisted, swallowing thinly as he sat directly behind Sadao and, all too eagerly, wrapped his arms around Sadao's sides and placed both of his hands on Sadao's big, bubbling belly.
The big, churning organ felt so unbelievably soft to the touch, and so invitingly warm. Due to his demonic digestive system, everything Sadao ate churned away so much faster than it would for an average human. The result of which left Sadao's ample midsection much softer and jigglier than it would otherwise have been, being left so stuffed.
Ashiya practically shuddered at the sensation, but not as much as Sadao did when those long, delicate fingers began to gently stroke every inch of that vast belly.
“Groooaaaahhhh...hoooooly crap, that feels incredible, dude...” Sadao all but purred as Ashiya gingerly rubbed his belly.
“I live but to serve, my liege,” Ashiya replied, letting Sadao lean his back against his broad chest while he kneaded and caressed that big ball of flesh.
Ashiya kneaded into Sadao's belly, using his fingertips to really work out any knots in Sadao's stomach muscles that he could feel. All the while, Ashiya ogled Sadao's belly, marveling longingly at the swollen mass weighing the otherwise skinny demon lord down. He especially couldn't take his eyes off of Sadao's bellybutton; tightened yet a little deeper than usual.
As Ashiya rubbed, he looked down from past Sadao's shoulder and just took in the sight of the young demon lord's belly in his hands. He bit his lower lip and remarked, “I must confess, sire...unhealthy though your eating habits may be from time to time...this look suits you quite nicely...”
Even in his overstuffed state, Sadao managed a weak but cheeky smirk back at Ashiya from overhead and said, “Heh, what, ya wanna see your demon lord turn into a giant fatass now?”
“I confess, there is something rather...appealing, seeing your belly take on such a...corpulent state...” Ashiya conceded, stroking his hand down the side of Sadao's glutted gut, and starting to caress his oh-so-tender underbelly, before gripping at the soft underside and giving Sadao's belly a slight jiggle.
The jostling disrupted another pocket of gas within Sadao's gut, prompting him to push a fist to his mouth again and just barely manage to muffle another sizable belch. “Easy there, jeez...” Sadao muttered, palming his chest and letting out a smaller burp that he didn't bother muffling that time.
“My apologies, sire, how's this...?” Ashiya asked as his long index finger started slowly and faintly caressing the rim of Sadao's tight bellybutton.
Almost immediately, Sadao moaned with delight, especially when Ashiya's fingertip dipped into his navel and started to knead around inside. He slumped back even further against Ashiya's chest, making his hefty gut jut out more in Ashiya's grasp. One hand continued to gingerly stroke the soft, delicate underside of Sadao's belly while his other continued to finger his bellybutton.
Sadao huffed with euphoria, his tongue hanging out of his maw in an almost suggestive manner, the deeper Ashiya kneaded into his bellybutton. Both their cheeks were going flush at this point as Ashiya continued kneading his navel.
Ashiya couldn't get enough of the way he felt Sadao's entire belly slosh and jiggle whenever he pushed in and out. Sadao's digestive system really was working in full throttle to break down all that junkfood.
However, Ashiya might've pushed a little too deeply, because as he pushed into Sadao's bellybutton hard enough, Sadao's stomach gave an especially deep burble. Like clockwork, Sadao winced, then threw his head back as a big, raunchy belch rumbled out of him. Ashiya could actually feel Sadao's belly physically ripple in his grasp and around his finger as Sadao burped.
Sadao huffed when it finished and sat up a little, prompting Ashiya to pull his finger out of his bellybutton. The look on Sadao's face indicated he still felt another pressure pocket brewing. He gulped down some air, causing his throat to gurgle lowly as he gave the side his weighty belly a few firm slaps, making it jostle in his (and Ashiya's) hand, before Sadao burped again. It was another loud, obnoxious sound with some heft to it, but still not one that gave him relief.
“Oof...dammit, there's a big one stuck in there,” Sadao insisted as he smacked his fat, jiggling belly to try and knock it loose.
“Sire, if I may?” Ashiya insisted with a roll of his eyes.
He once again pulled Sadao back down against his chest and let his hands roam up and down that vast, smooth beachball of flesh. As he felt Sadao's belly up, he felt a particularly tense portion around the upper side of his stomach. So, Ashiya dug his fingertips into that portion of Sadao's soft flesh and pushed down firmly; a large, guttural belch bellowed loudly from Sadao almost immediately.
Sadao huffed breathlessly, but before he could finish catching his breath, Ashiya grasped that area just above Sadao's bellybutton and squeezed down. Like clockwork, another huge burp blasted past Sadao's lips, followed by a sharp afterburp.
Ashiya kept caressing Sadao's belly, feeling for any tense portions before pushing down and forcing Sadao to belch with ferocity. After an especially rumbly burp, Sadao was left panting like a dog with his tongue hanging from his maw while Ashiya continued to feel his belly up with dissatisfaction on his face. “Hmph, I can still feel all that pressure. We need to up our strategy, sire, and I think I know what to do.”
Before Sadao could ask what he meant, Ashiya grabbed either side of Sadao's big belly with both hands, and began to shake it up and down. Sadao's eyes widened as his bloated belly jostled aggressively; the digesting contents within him sloshing around heavily, and stirring up tons of gas in the process.
“Sire, refrain from belching at this time. No matter how badly you want to, hold it in for as long as you can,” Ashiya insisted firmly as he continued jiggling Sadao's belly.
Sadao winced painfully, but nonetheless complied, but it was getting harder and harder to do so. His thrashing belly churned and bubbled noisily and painfully. He could feel all that gas building up within him, begging to be released. Sadao had never needed to burp so badly in his entire life.
Ashiya jiggled away, blushing at how much he was loving this feeling of Sadao's big, soft belly quivering in his hands. But eventually, he felt enough gas build up, causing that bloated organ to grow slightly taut from the sheer volume of pressure now quite loudly gurgling away. And when he felt Sadao had finally had enough, he wrapped his arms firmly around Sadao's belly, grabbing it from the dead center, and squeezing down as hard as he could; hugging Sadao against his chest tightly to apply even more vice-like pressure to Sadao's gut.
Sadao's eyes bugged out for a moment as a rush of pressure rocketed aggressively up his gullet. Until finally, from the belly of the beast, exploded forth an utterly COLOSSAL belch!
It blasted from Sadao's maw with such ferocity that not only did his belly ripple intensely with the expulsion, but Ashiya could feel the ground itself quiver from just how strong that eructation was. The sheer volume was eardrum-shatteringly loud, to where it was all but certain they'd get a noise complaint for this one. And the burp didn't let up either. Ashiya squeezed on Sadao's belly even harder as he burped, causing Sadao's throat-abusing eruption to rattle out of him for a painful nine straight seconds. It seemingly just got louder and stronger as all that gas exploded past Sadao's rippling lips, with several strands of saliva spewing along with the gas.
After what felt like an eternity, Sadao was left utterly winded. Even with how enormous his gut was, he felt deflated. He panted and huffed, appearing dazed as he slumped back in Ashiya's arms in exhaustion. “Hah...hrraaaah, hooooooooly crap, dude, that was...” Sadao started to say, but paused, clenched his eyes shut, and let out one last big, throaty afterburp, too winded to even speak at that point. That, plus his throat actually hurt after that one.
Ashiya simply smirked and fanned the air around his nostrils and uttered, “Sire...I believe the correct words you were looking for were, 'excuse me'...”
But Sadao was simply too winded to say anything at that point. He just slumped onto his back, until his head was on Ashiya's lap and his enormous belly was jutting up like a fleshy hill. Ashiya simply rolled his eyes yet again, but blushed at the sight, and resumed rubbing it with one hand. Sufficed to say, Ashiya definitely wouldn't mind Sadao indulging more often...
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Full, Fuller, Fullest
Part 3: Fullest
The ride back to Andy's house seemed to take forever. In the passenger seat, Sammie was laying back, engorged tummy bulging into the air. Even though her shorts were unbuttoned, Andy could see they were still tight around her massive belly. Every bump they hit caused her to moan then, belch.
The bottle of wine sloshing about in her tummy had been absorbed by all the food, so she wasn't as drunk and hiccupy as she had been.
Though, that made the few hiccups that popped out of her mouth even hotter because Andy knew it was her full belly that was causing them.
At long last, they reached Andy's apartment. He hurried around to the passenger side and opened the door. When he pulled Sammie into an upright seated position, it compressed her belly and she burped loudly.
"Oof—URRRRRP—oh Andy...oh my belly...oohhhuuuuuurp...I'm so full..." she groaned as Andy pulled her to her feet.
Her wrapped one arm around her waist and began to lead her into the building. "Let's play a game," he whispered. "Every person who asks if your pregnant means more tummy rubs for you."
"Huuurp...how will they know to—URP—ask?" Sammie grunted.
"Easy," Andy replied, "You're going to play it up. You're not full, you're heavily pregnant. I'll be your doting husband." He patted her tummy then stepped aside. Sammie staggered but quickly took up her part. She put one hand on her tummy and the other on her back. She waddled—though she wasn't playing up the waddle at all—into his apartment building.
She stopped at the elevator and stroked a gentle hand down her tummy. The woman next to her looked over and smiled. Sammie smiled back, giving her tummy another rub. The woman didn't say anything, however.
Andy grinned to himself as Sammie began to play it up even more. The next person to enter the elevator was an elderly woman. Sammie puffed her belly out and arched her back even more. Andy could see a bit of sweat on her temple and decided to help.
He patted her belly gently, and asked, "Doing okay, dear?"
Before Sammie could reply, the older woman asked, "First baby?"
Sammie nodded, her smile relieved.
Without another word, the woman stepped over and began feeling Sammie's belly. "Ooh carrying high I see." She squeezed Sammie's sides and then thumped her upper belly. "Definitely a boy." She smiled at them proudly then stepped out when the elevator reached her floor.
As soon as she was gone, Sammie let out an enormous belch, one she tried to cut off when a couple stepped onto the elevator.
They gave her a disapproving look, but when one of the men noticed her bulging belly, he smiled. "How far along are you?"
"Six months," Sammie managed.
The other man reached out a hand and patted her tummy. "Congratulations," he said, "you look wonderful."
The next stop was Andy's floor and he guided his stuffed date out of the elevator and straight to his apartment.
She collapsed, belly up on the couch, moaning and belching uncontrollably.
Andy headed straight to the kitchen and brought back a bottle of Port and two small glasses.
"A toast to a successful dinner!" He cried.
He pulled Sammie into a sitting position and put a glass in her hand. He clicked his against hers then drained it.
Sammie was just staring at the glass, one hand fruitlessly rubbing her swollen stomach.
"Just one little drink" Andy murmured. Then he brought the glass to her lips and with a push tipped her head back. She was forced to swallow or get port poured all over her.
She moaned while Andy refilled the glasses. "Good stuff huh?" He said, purposely misinterpreting her moan.
"I—HUUUOOOOORP—" Sammie began, but Andy put another glass in her hand and when her burp was done, pushed it into her mouth.
He sat next to her and began to massage her tummy, and kept handing her glass after glass of port. When she tried to refuse the alcohol, he stopped rubbing her belly.
She was enjoying this though, he could tell. The way she squirmed on the couch and the way she only pretended to resist the next glass.
He got 2/3 of the bottle into her before deciding she was full enough. He helped her to her feet and she staggered belly-first into his bedroom.
When she flopped down onto the bed, he helped her pull off her shorts. He then began to kiss his way up her turgid tummy. She moaned at each kiss, and gasped when he slipped his tongue inside her belly button.
"Feels good, huh." He whispered
"Oooh...Andy....hic don't hic stop." She panted.
He continued kissing his way up her tummy, praising her and her appetite the whole time. She moaned and belched and hiccuped, gasping with desire the whole time.
He made his way back down to her tender belly button and began kissing and licking it in earnest. "So full," he murmured between kisses. "Such a full tummy. You did so good for me, Sammie. You ate so much."
She bucked beneath him, whining between the moans and burps.
"Andy—Urrrrrp—oh please, ple—UUURP—please...hic....ohhhh."
Her belly bulged so high that while Andy was kissing his way down from her belly button, he couldn't see any of her, just her stuffed tummy rising above him like the moon.
"Flip over," he said huskily.
Sammie struggled to and finally came to her hands and knees. Her back was arched and her belly almost touched the covers of the bed.
Andy slapped it gently and shook it back and forth, mesmerized with how little it jiggled. "Oh fuck, Sammie, you're so full and tight."
Sammie just moaned, too full, and turned on for words.
"Here," Andy whispered. "Let me make you feel good. Let me fill you up even further."
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My brain couldn't get a certain hyena fact out, and so I wrote a very silly Ruggie fic
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An opportunity for free food could never be denied by the hyena boy, thus why he was somehow hanging out with Rook Hunt of all people. It's quite the peculiar situation; Ruggie was running a quick errand at Pomefiore. Why? Epel accidentally got a stain on a fancy shirt Vil bought him for a photo shoot regarding NRC's most glamorous students, and he was gonna be in a whole heap of trouble if Vil found out! So after a decent payment, Ruggie was in the clothewashing room waiting for Epel's stuff to be dried, eyes flitting to the clock for time. He was getting hungry at this hour (he's hungry at any hour but still) and his stomach roared for attention under his baggy tshirt.
"Yeah, yeah, you'll get fed soon..." he annoyedly responded to his grumbling guts. Thankfully, it didn't take too long to retrieve the fresh, clean shirt and make his way back to Pomefiore. "Here ya go, Epel! Just like new!"
The lilac haired boy smiled sweetly, "Thanks a bunch, Ruggie! Ah was so worried Vil'd give me hell if he saw that." Ruggie snickered playfully, teasing, "Maybe next time you have juice don't wear the pricey duds, shihihi~" The two laughed together until suddenly-
GRRRROOOUUU..
"!! Was that your stomach, Ruggie?" Epel's eyes were wide, Ruggie's wider and face flushed pink. "Sorry bout that, shyeheh,,, I haven't gotten around to dinner yet," he explained, arms snuggly around his midriff as to contain the sound. "Well, I better head back to my home turf and feed this bad boy," the beastman began, giving his stomach a pat. "See ya later!" He waved goodbye as did Epel, the two parting ways as Ruggie neared the exit. However, before he could get one foot in the mirror back to campus, a spinechillingly friendly French accent sounded in his large fluffy ears.
"Bonjour, Monsieur Dandelion!" Rook Hunt, number 1 nemesis to all things with fur or scales. "YELP! Grrr, what do you want, Rook?" Ruggie turned towards his upperclassman, scowl on his face. The blond just smiled while chuckling, "No reason to bare your fangs. I simply couldn't help but overhear the most ferocious sound, and came to investigate. Behold, it was from your affamé stomach!" His emerald eyes glanced at the second year's tummy, which flustered the poor lad greatly. "Alright then, uh, your curiosity has been quelled, can I head home and actually EAT now?" As Ruggie scooted closer to the mirror, Rook put on a saddened expression; "Hmm, I suppose I can't force you to stay, but I have important research needed studied for the science club and you are the only person I know who could lend me such a niche lesson..." Ruggie tilted his head and raised a brow, "What do you need to know? I assumed anything about hyenas you weirdly know already?"
Hook, line and sinker. "Ah, but this information is about hyena beastmen such as yourself, which I've never truly gotten to experience this phenomenon with," he explained, taking out a notepad and pen. "You see, many carnivorous animals can fit quite a lot of food inside at once, and hyenas are an excellent example! I'm sure you're aware, but they can eat nearly 40 pounds of food in their stomach in one sitting! So, I have a simple hypothesis..." he leaned closer to the beastman with a mischievous glare. "How much can a hyena beastman eat before immobility?"
Ruggie had no clue how to respond, but his belly did.
Guuuu...
"Excellent, your stomach is willing to answer!" So, at the prospect of a full course meal all to himself, Ruggie now found himself in the huntsman's room, and pallets of food bestowed before him. There was steak, burgers, fish, and many other kinds of hearty meat. Not to mention the dessert tray with a milkshake, cookie platter and mochi. Obviously, there was a large pitcher of water to help ease everything down. Ruggie drooled eagerly at this feast fit for Beelzebub himself, while still suspicious of Rook's true intentions, he couldn't wait to dig in. Just as he was about to take a big honkin bite out of a burg, Rook tapped his snoot.
"Non, not yet. I must document your current weight and shape, please do stand on this scale." Ruggie huffed, "Who are you, the veterinarian?" before getting on the scale. Rook observed the measurement, frowning sincerely. Ruggie was underweight, better than he was before NRC, but still noticeably thin. Rook wrote down the numbers before lifting Ruggie's shirt to see his bare stomach, much to the boy's annoyance. After whatever notes he was making got done, he released the hyena boy and the feasting began.
Everything Ruggie ate was delicious, and it didn't take long for his belly to start visibly rounding out. Currently, he managed to eat 4/6 burgers, 3/6 steaks, all 5 mackerel and was starting on the first of 5 arctic char. "Mmmm... where did you get all this from? Arctic Char is exsponsive! Plus, it's amazing!" Rook laughed softly, simply stating, "From a well learned chef friend of mine~ Eat to your heart's content, little hyéne."
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The hours passed, until eventually...
"BOURRP! Oughh.."
Ruggie had eaten every last bite, and drank every drop. His poor tummy was hilariously swollen, now resting on his lap fully exposed and churning the fatty meals he just vacuumed up. He whimpered in pain, knowing well he didn't have to eat it all but he couldn't stop himself. Rook was flabbergasted, yet concerned, peaking over the defeated yeen and making excited notes. "How stupendous! Not a bit gone to waste, although you look very pained. We just need to check your weight again, and then I shall soothe your aches." Ruggie was to full to be mad anymore, so with some aid he was stood back on the scale and miraculously, he had fit almost 10 pounds of food in that previously concave belly! That's a lot for a lil guy! "This is very valuable information, trés bien! Thank you for providing me such knowledge, Ruggie!" "Rook. I am. Gonna die." "We can't let that happen, can we? Lay back down, my hands shall heal you~"
If you told Ruggie Bucchi this morning he was gonna end up getting belly rubs from Rook Hunt while almost exploded, he'd call you insane. It was no lie though, Rook was very skilled at rubbing a belly, much to the beastman's relief and dismay. The soothing motions helped the digestive process along, massive burps erupting from the small beast. He had no more shame, he just needed pampered until he could move again. "Nobody better know- OURP! Bout this, Rook, especially not after the tickle incident..." "Of course they won't, my gluttonous friend. At least not this intimate moment," little did Ruggie know, Rook had no intentions of keeping his lips sealed. The next week of school was going to be mortifying.
#twisted wonderland#twst#ruggie bucchi#rook hunt#stuffing#full tummy#science is fun#stuffing fic#i had to do lots of math and research for this goofy ass fic
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Big Anthony
A stuffing/belly kink retelling of Strega Nona! cw: stuffing, burst mention, weight gain, nsft, feat. Strega Nona as a MILF and Anthony as a transman
"In a town in Calabria, a long time ago, there lived a lady called Strega Nona..."
Nona was a beautiful woman; she had a plump, ample figure, long, silver hair, and deep dark eyes. Her great height and immaculate posture and grace were complemented well by her luscious gowns of purple and black.
She was a mysterious person who lived in the corner of town in her eccentric hut. She was well feared, and for good reason--her magic was the real deal, and it was very dangerous to cross her. But if you were polite and submissive, she would grant you anything your heart could desire.
She could cure headaches or any other petty ailment with her herbs and tonics. She could make potions to aid the girls in search of wives and the boys in search of husbands. In short, she could grant any request with little more than a flick of her wrist.
Many feared Nona, and many loved her; most did both. Anthony was one such person who fell in the third category. He was a short, trim young man, his round face framed by long straw hair. He'd visited Nona on many occasions to receive her gender transition spells, and he was enthralled by her magic powers--and her beautiful body.
Having first-hand experience with her spells, Anthony was quick to apply as her helper when he heard that Nona was looking for an extra pair of hands. He was a little foolish and rash, but Nona saw potential in him. She took him on to do chores around her hut, and in turn she'd feed and house him.
Anthony began his chores clumsily. But he quickly picked up steam, confidently and efficiently sweeping, dusting, tending Nona's goat, and beating the rugs. One evening when Anthony was milking the goat, he heard Nona singing. Peeking in the window, he saw Nona standing over her pasta pot.
She sang: "Bubble, bubble, pasta pot.
Boil me up some pasta, nice and hot.
I'm hungry and it's time to sup.
Boil enough pasta to fill me up."
At her last word, the pot immediately started boiling and fresh, thick strands of spaghetti came rising up to the top of the pot. Just before it boiled over, Nona ended the spell:
"Enough, enough, pasta pot,
I have my pasta, nice and hot.
So simmer down my pot of clay
until I'm hungry another day."
Anthony was delighted at what he saw. The pot ceased filling, and all that was left was a large bowl of pasta, ready to eat. Not wanting to be caught spying, he went on his way to continue his chores. He left before seeing Nona complete the ending spell by giving three kisses to the magic pasta pot.
After a few months, Anthony had settled into a routine with Nona. She had grown to enjoy his company, and she trusted him well enough. Dinner was always pasta from her magical pot, and despite being the same spaghetti every time, Anthony never got sick of it. It tasted so rich and fresh that it was impossible to even imagine turning down. He often found himself taking second and even third helpings.
It didn't take long for Anthony to see how Nona kept such a plump figure, and it took only a bit longer before he began seeing the changes on himself. It was rich, decadent pasta, and he could hardly say he held back in his portions. The first change he noticed was his hips beginning to spill over his waistband. Soon after, he noticed his face filling out; his lips plumping up. A small potbelly swelled out in front of him. No big deal, Anthony shrugged.
One day, Nona announced she would be going on a trip to see her friend in the next town over. She told Anthony she'd be gone all day, and that she'd left him some bread and cheese for dinner. "Remember," she said as she stepped out the door. "Don't touch the pasta pot."
"Oh yes--yes, Nona," said Anthony, blushing. He did mean it, honest. But even at that moment, he was beginning to crave that sweet, rich pasta. His stomach growled.
"Hush, you," he muttered, and went to milk the goat. He helped himself to a few mouthfuls to curb his hunger. It wasn't enough, and soon his mind wandered back to the pasta pot. He rubbed his belly absentmindedly as he continued his chores.
By the time dinner rolled around, he was unable to think of anything else but the pasta. He ate the crusty bread and goat cheese Nona set aside for him, but it was utterly unsatisfying. He broke into the pantry for more bread, more cheese, helping himself to more and more. Before long, his stomach was comfortably full. But it didn't matter--his mind was still unsatisfied. He still craved the pasta.
He couldn't take it any longer. "Well, I know the words, don't I?" Anthony said to himself, making up his mind.
He practically ran to the pot, and cleared his throat before speaking the magic words that he'd heard Nona use before. Without waiting for the pasta to even reach the top, he started scooping mouthfuls with his fork. He ate it as rapidly as it filled, practically moaning as the buttery fresh pasta hit his tongue with each bite. How horrible, to imagine a day without it!
Anthony was in a trance, simply eating and eating and eating, unnoticing his stomach as it expanded and sent full signals to his brain. He burped and belched and groaned through mouthfuls of the golden pasta. But finally, as his belly swelled, packed full of the heavy food, he felt sated. After all, his pants were so tight that there was no room left to eat.
"UUUUUOORP!" he belched, setting his fork down. He put a hand on his bloated belly and leaned back. "That was...amazing," he said, feeling sleepy and far over-full. But very pleased with himself.
He waved his hand lazily to the pot and spoke the closing spell to end the continuous flow of pasta:
"Enough, enough, pasta pot,
I have my pasta, nice and hot.
So simmer down my pot of clay
until I'm hungry another day."
He waited a moment, but the pasta did not--it continued to grow out of the pot, and began spilling onto the floor.
Anthony felt a twinge of panic, and said the words again, careful to make sure he said every word right. No change. He grabbed the pot's lid and tried to shove it down over the pasta. It quickly boiled up and over the lid. He said the words again, fast and frantic. But without its three kisses, the magic pot would never stop.
Before long, Nona's hut was flooded with pasta. Anthony was doing everything he could to put it away--in the pantry; in pots. He even gave some to the goat. But he simply could not deal with the limitless flow of spaghetti. To make matters worse, his overstuffed belly was making him sluggish and he had to waddle if he wanted to move quickly. His stomach cramped angrily at all the movement.
Just as the pasta began spilling through the front door, Nona arrived home, late into the night. She walked past the helpless, bloated man without a word, making straight for the magic pot. She practically swam through the pasta to get there. But eventually she made it, kissed the pot three times, and the pasta immediately stopped growing.
Nona made her way back to Anthony. He looked utterly miserable. She looked down at him, a small smile on her face. "Someone was hungry for pasta, hmm?"
Anthony nodded, and the movement jostled a small burp out his mouth: "houurrp."
"Someone was messing with things beyond their understanding, hmmm?" She put her hands on her hips and bent over him, her ample chest in his face.
Anthony blushed.
"Well, Nona's here now." She stood there, gazing thoughtfully at Anthony. Suddenly, her smile grew wider. "Nona knows just what to do to take care of this small problem."
Nona held out a hand and helped Anthony up. He moaned as he stood, his bloated stomach only causing more distress after the pasta had settled like a massive stone in his gut.
"Aw, does it hurt?" Nona asked. Anthony was taken aback--she was clearly mocking him, in a playful, almost flirtatious way that she'd never done before. She was always relatively aloof, sometimes bordering on cold. This was unfamiliar. It made him blush harder.
Nona put both her hands on his belly, making him jump. She leaned in, her face right next to his. Her eyes lit up. "Then you're really not gonna like what you have to do next."
Before Anthony had time to respond, Nona closed the space between them and kissed him, her plump lips on his. Anthony's whole body lit up, warm. It wasn't just his attraction to her, though they certainly helped--no, there was some magic there, too. The warmth flowed down to his engorged stomach, and the tightness eased noticeably. He was still swollen and full, but his skin no longer felt like tearing.
"That's a little gift from me," Nona said as she pulled back. She wiped a bit of spit from the corner of her lips with the tip of two fingers. "It'll help you make space for everything."
Anthony couldn't catch up. His mind was reeling from the kiss and he simply couldn't figure out how to respond. "...Thanks," he finally managed.
"Now--" Nona raised her arms and clapped, and Anthony tried to jump to attention. "Eat up!"
Anthony looked at the hut literally packed with pasta. He was sure he was misunderstanding.
"Well, we can't have all this fresh pasta going to waste, can we?" Nona asked, reading his face plainly. "I can't bear to see good food thrown out. And I want it gone by sunrise. Which is...three hours away."
"I'll help you get started," Nona said, and a fork appeared in her hand. She swirled a huge mouthful of spaghetti straight off the ground and popped it into Anthony's mouth before he could even try to resist. He was full, overfull, but he was surprised to still have every desire to eat the decadent spaghetti in his mouth. He chewed, swallowed, and found himself reaching for more.
Nona offered him the fork, but he knocked it away with a sudden eagerness. Instead, he grabbed the pasta in his fists with both hands and shoveled it into his mouth, hand after hand after hand. Even Nona was shocked by how forcefully and quick he was putting it away.
His stomach bulged out in front of him, rapidly swelling larger and larger as he plowed forward through the pasta. It ached and churned, but the spell was strong enough that he was able to push through the pain and keep going.
He made it through half the hut, his belly utterly gorged, rounding out in front of him huge and tight. The spell allowed him to fit more into less space, but even still, his fat gut was comically large protruding in front of him, as though he were nine months pregnant. He'd long since had to shed the restrictive waistband of his pants, and now his shirt was riding up so high that he had to do away with it, too. With nothing left but his underwear, straining against both his balloon gut and his engorged tdick, he kept plowing through.
Each bite was interrupted by a heavy belch, and he frequently had to pause to gulp down some water, which Nona happily supplied. She watched on with glee, obviously not too put out over Anthony's overstepping.
Anthony kept going. It hurt. It hurt like hell. He'd never eaten so much before, of course, and he'd never felt so tight in all his life. He was literally impossibly full--the food was compacting itself so tight thanks to Nona's magic, but it was still in him. He groaned at the thought of it.
"mmmmMMOUOURRRRPPPP!!" A huge burp came out with the moan.
Nona gazed at him and his overtaxed belly (overtaxed was an understatement). Worried he wouldn't be up to the full task, she called out "If you finish this all, I have a little surprise in store for you. A little...one-on-one time."
Anthony gulped and flushed, a waved of horniness coursing through him, past his balloon gut and into his already swollen cock. He'd slowed down on the eating, but that was all it took--he picked up the pace, suddenly chowing down even faster than he'd started. He forewent chewing, simply putting his face to the pile of spaghetti and slurping it straight down. He grunted and groaned and moaned, feeling tighter and tighter by the second. Despite the spell, he felt certain he'd burst at any moment. He was so absurdly engorged. No human could withstand this, surely.
He focused his attentions on Nona's beautiful body, and the decadent taste of the spaghetti. It was still delicious and he still craved more and more. No amount of pain could make him not want to be more tight, more full, more fat, more. He ate, and ate, and ate. His gut grew, and grew, and grew. Bite after bite, he moaned and groaned and expanded out further and further. And then, without warning, he hit his nose gently into the wall--the wall on the other end of the hut. He'd swallowed the last bite. He was done. And not a moment too soon--the sun was just cresting the horizon.
Anthony rolled back onto his ass, moaning and burping almost without any pause, and Nona took in the results. He was massive. The thought of a full-term octuplets pegnancy came to mind. His belly was red and heaved up and down with every labored breath. He was sweating all over, and he was still extremely hard and wet.
He had to spread his legs just to accommodate the full ball in front of him. Nona came up in front of him and put her hands on his belly once again, pushing a little. A massive belch: hhhhhhUUUUOOOOOOOOORPPGHHH erupted out of him, followed by a string of smaller burps, and his face went an even darker shade of red. He moaned loudly as Nona trailed her fingers down his happy trail, now widely spread out across his expanded skin.
She placed her lips on his lower belly, hot to her touch. "Oh," Anthony huffed. "Ohhhh, ohhhhhhhh," he moaned as she trailed her tongue down to his underwear. She tugged it down with one finger, and made contact.
"FucuuuUOUUUUUUUUURPRPPPPP!!!" he half moaned, half belched. His belly lurched and heaved as unbelievable pleasure coursed through his body. He came hard, almost immediately, and harder than he'd ever done before. "FUCK," he wheezed, falling back onto the floor. His belly bounced in front of him, sticking straight into the air, practically crushing his lungs. "FUCK."
Nona laid down on her back beside him, smiling. They stared at the ceiling together for a time. Then, Nona turned her head to face the massively expanded man beside her. A pillow appeared in her hand, and she gently tucked it under Anthony's head. "Now...time to sleep."
She rose easily to her feet, and began walking away. Before she left, she turned back again. "In the morning, you'll have digested that all. The spell will help with that, too. All those calories just waiting to be put to use." She smiled. "And then you'll be my dear sweet Big Anthony."
#nsft#belly kink#fat kink#stuffing#stuffing kink#feedist#overstuffed#overfull#fat#belly#stuffing fic#fat fic
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Beached Burps (Sousuke Yamazaki x female!reader)
FAIR WARNING THIS IS A KINKFIC SO ONLY 18+ PLEASE🙏
Hey loves! So this was a request I received last week by an anonymous person and it is a Sousuke Yamazaki burp/stuffing fic. This is the first burp fic I’ve posted, but I am willing to take more requests for it. I apologize for the wait Anon and I hope you enjoy!🖤
It was a warm summer evening and you and Sousuke had spent the whole afternoon together. All day you two had lounged around in the sun, held swimming races in the sea (Ofc your boyfriend Sousuke won, but he’d always allow you to piggyback on the swim back to the shore), and generally had time to relax and de-stress about college and what would come next. The section of the beach you two stayed on was more secluded and at the base of a small hill that was on the outskirt of your backyard, so you both had complete privacy as well! (We won’t discuss details about certain past events between the two of you..) To sun it all up the day was perfect! You got spend all day with your loving boyfriend, and to top it all off Sousuke had brought along a picnic dinner for the two of you to share after a long and exciting day.
The sun was sinking into the horizon as the two of you finally sat down on your towel in the sand, it was finally time to eat! You sat cross legged across from Sousuke who did the same. “I’m starving!” You said, diving right into the basket trying to get our all the food so you could eat as soon as possible. “Easy there tiger..” Sousuke teased, letting out a small chuckle. You blushed and withdrew your hands from the basket, a little embarrassed by your ravenous appetite. “I’m just teasing Y/n, I know better then to interfere with you and your snacks. Plus lm so hungry I could eat out a whole damn restaurant.” Sousuke said, looking down at his own empty stomach.
Sousuke hated to admit it, but he was starting to gain some weight. It wasn’t a lot and he still had his abs, however it felt different. He always had a huge appetite but normally all the exercise would drop the weight. He had noticed that since he got with you he wasn’t working out as much. It wasn’t anything against you, he actually enjoyed spending time with you way more then working out at the gym by himself. But during those times, you guys would both lay around and snack while you watched movies, and Sousuke found himself pigging out more at home as well. If he was hungry he’d get a snack, but then that snack wasn’t enough so he told himself something else to eat wouldn’t hurt, and then of course he needed to wash it all down so he’d end up chugging down a whole Gatorade within 5 minutes. This left him bloated and fighting back burps, trying to stifle them with his fist. What scared him the most was that he kind of enjoyed the feeling of being so stuffed and bloated the only way to feel better would be to be belch. He liked the feeling.. he craved that feeling.
When Sousuke was around you though, he always tried to mind his manners. He kept his burps to himself or at the max stifled into his fist while muttering out a quiet “Excuse me..” You never really seemed to notice as you were always focused on other things (having the attention span of a squirrel). He was hoping you wouldn’t notice his slight weight gain, or maybe he was hoping you would..? He didn’t really know how to feel about it. On one hand he wanted to explain to you the pleasure he felt from overindulging, on the other hand he was scared you’d find it strange or gross and leave him. So he tried to ignore it and keep it to himself as much as possible.
Sousuke was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even notice he was chugging a Sprite until he stopped for a breather. He was drawn out of his train of thought with a giant “bUrRrRpPpP…!“ To his shock the sound came out of HIS mouth. He felt his flush a Scarlett red as his fist immediately flew to his lips. You on the other hand froze, your mouth wide open mid-bite of your sandwich. You couldn’t help but bust out in giggles at Sousuke’s flushed face. The poor guy looked like he wanted to die! “You good?” You asked between giggles, setting your sandwich down. Sousuke nodded, letting out a smaller more breathy belch. Sousuke looked down, noticing his belly was slightly distended. He wasn’t sure what to be more embarrassed about, the giant burp or his belly. Part of him wanted to keep drinking to feel his belly all taught and right, but the other part of him remembered you were there and he didn’t know if he was ready to show you that side of him yet. What if you thought he was a disgusting slob?
Feeling a lot more air bubbles trapped in his chest, Sousuke anxiously shifted around. “Um I’m going to go take a quick walk real quick..” He mumbled, getting to his feet and stifling another burp. “Okay.. Are you sure you’re okay..? You don’t look to good..” You said gently, getting ready to go with him. “No babe you can stay here, I’ll be back in a minute..” Sousuke said, suppressing a hiccup. “Okay..” You said wearily, hoping he was okay.
Sousuke made his way down the sandy beach, letting out a small burps with each step. He didn’t like having to leave you on the date he planned, but he was just too embarrassed to let out all these gas bubbles in front of you. Slightly out of breath from just simply walking, Sousuke saw a log of driftwood and took a seat upon it. He looked down at his bloated belly. He could feel his swim shorts digging into the stomach so he pulled down the waist band, letting his belly hang free. Long gone was his chiseled and and visible v line. It had all simply turned to beginner belly chub. He grasped his gut observing his new chub which hit a gas pocket and out came a loud “BuuuuUUUrrRRRppPP!” He couldn’t lie, that burp felt damn good and released a lot of pressure in his chest.
Little did Sousuke know, you had followed him just to make sure he was okay. After all, he was acting kind of strange and seemed to almost be in pain. You watched as he took a seat on the driftwood log, grasping his tummy and letting out large burps. This was definitely new behavior for him… I mean sure Sousuke could be your typical immature male, but this just seemed different. The way he’d grope his gut and throw back his head while letting out low burps, almost seemed to be done all through the act of pleasure. After watching his actions for a moment you decided to step in. “You okay..?” You asked quietly, making your way beside him on the log. Sousuke froze. His face turning a beet red. Did his girlfriend really just watch him grope his gut like a fatass pig..? He couldn’t even form an excuse or an apology he was at such a loss for words. “Sousuke..?“ You teased gently, waving your hand in front of his face. Knowing he had to say something Sousuke responded “…Yeah.. My stomach is just bothering me..” He mumbled, looking away from you. “Yeah you look a little bloated!” You teased, an innocent smile on your face as you poked Sousuke’s extended belly. “Nghh..” He groaned, grasping your hand and gently moving it away as he stifled a belch. Your face then become more serious. “Bubs.. you don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s okay to not feel good or to be bloated and gassy, that’s a normal thing.. You don’t have to hide it from me, you honestly scared me the way you left looking kinda sick..” You comforted softly, rubbing your hand up and down his arm. “It’s not just that..” Sousuke muttered looking down at his pudgy tummy. “I’ve gained weight..”
“So? Everyone gains weight-“ You start, only to be interrupted by Sousuke saying “..and I think I like it..” Thats when it all clicked into place. The burping, the extra chub, the larger appetite. It all made sense now. You had suspected something like this at first but then eventually pushed that thought aside. “Y/n/n.. I’m sorry.” Sousuke said, embarrassed of himself. Embarrassed he lied, embarrassed he’s more attracted to himself when fatter, and embarrassed that you probably thought he was disgusting.. “Sousuke..” You said softly, grabbing his chin so he’d look you in the eye. “There’s no reason to be sorry. It’s okay to be attracted to these things or to find pleasure in them.. Whatever makes you feel the most comfortable or attractive is anything I’ll support. You don’t have to hide this.” You said, giving him a small smile as you took his hand. Sousuke looked shocked, his eyebrows raised. “You’re not grossed out?” He asked, clearly confused. “Not really. It’s a normal thing and I’d be okay…with helping you..” You mumbled the last part, now you were too embarrassed. “What do you mean by that..?“ Sousuke teased, a sly grin on his face. “..You know I could like buy more food or bake new things for you to try..? Or rub your belly..” You said, your own face flushing now. “Seriously babe, you don’t have to do anything if you’re not comfortable with the idea.” Sousuke said, his teasing demeanor long gone. “No I want to.” You said, looking him in the eye and giving him a lopsided grin. Clearly your fiery attitude was back. Sousuke grinned, ruffing your hair. After a moment of sitting there together enjoying the ocean view, you ask “So… wanna go eat?” A grin on your face. “I always am.” Sousuke teased, lifting you up in his arms and carrying you back to the picnic blanket where you both enjoyed a small feast.
Now full from the feast, Sousuke leaned back his full gut extended over his swim trunk waist line. You sat beside him, quite full yourself. You wanted to give Sousuke some relief and help him get the burps out but you weren’t sure how to initiate the idea yet. “Umm Sousuke..?”You asked, looking at his stomach. “C’mere.” Sensing what you wanted Sousuke lifted you up onto his lap so you were straddling him. You blushed and smiled at the feeling of his hands on your hips. “So I just like rub it and apply pressure?” You asked, wanting to make sure you did it okay. “Yup.” Sousuke replied, leaning back all comfy. You slowly put your hands against his belly, it felt tight and bulging under your finger tips. You gently kneaded your hands into his stomach. You could hear him biting back small moans. “You sure you haven’t done this before?” Sousuke teased, groaning a bit as you hit a pressure point. Understanding that if this area gave him some uncomfortable pain that there was probably a trapped air bubble there, you pressed down deeper into his chubby stomach. Sousuke let out a big “BuuuuUUUrrRRRppPP!” His head thrown back in pleasure and his own hand patting his belly. He couldn’t help but let a loud moan escape after all that tension being released. Not only that but here he was with his girl getting straddled and belly rubs which also got his girlfriend slightly turned on as well. Y/n responded to his moan by adjusting her hips, clearly feeling attraction and excitement of her own. Let’s just say this adventure was a 2 way street where both participants benefited…
#free! sousuke#sousuke x reader#sousuke yamazaki#stuffed burps#stuffing fic#burpfic#bloated burps#free! iwatobi swim club#x reader#request
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((First part of another NSFW fic from my Patreon))
Azzy and Lark had been excited to finally have a night off to spend together, and had decided to take advantage of the occasion by going to their favorite restaurant for some stuffing play. It had been going great, but it seemed that Azzy had pushed his boyfriend a little too far this time.
Lark’s face had gone pale, perspiration collecting on his brow as he shifted and moaned, trying not to make a scene. One of the best parts of doing this in public was how naughty it felt, how careful they had to be to avoid anyone catching on. Now, though, poor Lark looked positively ill, and as hot as the idea was, Azzy knew that Lark would be mortified to get sick in front of the whole restaurant.
“Deep breaths, baby,” Azzy cooed. Beneath the cover of the table, his hand rested on his boyfriend’s distended stomach. “I’ll get the check, and we can go back home, alright?”
Lark tried to draw in a breath. He shuddered, swallowing hard. “I don’t think I can move right now,” he said, his voice sounding thick. “I feel like I’m going to puke.”
“Okay,” Azzy said sympathetically, “there’s no rush. We can sit until your belly feels more settled.”
Lark nodded slowly, letting out a breath. He wrapped his arms around his middle with a soft groan, his face contorting in pain. “It hurts.”
“I know, baby.” Azzy brushed a hand through Lark’s hair. “Just breathe. You’re okay.”
He watched Lark’s throat bob as he swallowed back a hiccup. “It’s trying to come back up.”
“Maybe try sipping some water?” Azzy suggested. Lark looked hesitant, but his stomach hurt so bad he was willing to try anything. He grabbed his glass and brought it to his lips with a shaking hand. He managed to get a couple sips down before his entire body suddenly tensed. He set the cup down hard, bringing a hand to his mouth as a sudden heave burst out.
“Easy,” Azzy soothed, but Lark shook his head.
“I can’t keep it down.” He heaved again. A couple sitting at the next table looked over, expressions concerned.
“Okay, that’s okay.” Azzy stood, pulling Lark to his feet. With Lark tucked under his arm, he hurried towards the bathroom, keeping his own hand hovered over Lark’s to catch any mishaps.
“Almost there,” he said, keeping his voice low. “Just keep it down for a few more seconds, baby.”
They’d just barely made it through the bathroom doors when Lark doubled over mid-step, vomiting up a gush of half-digested food onto the dingy, tiled floor.
“I’m sorry,” he gasped, tears springing to his eyes. “I couldn’t keep it down.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Azzy said, calmly steering Lark past the mess. His boyfriend shivered.
“There’s more,” Lark gulped, but Azzy was already expecting as much. He led Lark into one of the stalls, guiding him gently to the ground just in time for him to heave up another flood of vomit into the toilet.
Azzy crouched behind him, rubbing Lark’s sweat-dampened back as he continued to vomit.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured. “Just get it all up.”
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Full, Fuller, Fullest
Part 1: Full
"Heyyyy!" She answered the phone with her usual cheerful manner.
Andy gulped. He had called to ask her out to dinner. It would be their very first official date.
He had met Sammie at a house party a few weeks ago, and they had drunkenly hit it off. They were both athletic and naturally slim, but Sammie had worn these jean shorts and a crop top that showed off how bloated the beer made her belly. She was tiny, so even a little bloat was obvious on her.
Andy had not been able to take his eyes off her—or her belly—and with his own stomach full of liquid courage, he walked over and struck up a conversation.
He had worried that she saw him eyeing her stomach, because she kept rubbing her hand over it while they talked. But on their multiple lunch dates, she hadn't said anything about it, and had only eaten a normal amount of food.
"Andy?" Sammie's questioning voice sounded over the phone and he jolted back to the present.
"Hey, sorry," he mumbled. "I uh wanted to ask you in class today, but I didn't see you, and uh I couldn't wait so...umm doyouwannagoonadatetonight?" He was so nervous that he ran all his words together. There was a pause and then Sammie exclaimed, "Yes!! I'd love to! I've been waiting for you to ask."
So it was settled. Andy would pick her up at 7 for a fancy Italian dinner, her absolute favorite. He would order plenty of food, and if they didn't eat it all, then he would have to resign the idea that she might be into bellies like he was.
He picked her up right on time. She was wearing a pair of high-rise pants, a lacy crop top and an open blazer jacket.
"You look lovely," he grinned.
At the restaurant, they each ordered a glass of wine, but before she could look at the menu, he reached across and put his hand on hers. "I don't want you to do anything but eat and enjoy yourself tonight. Let me do the ordering."
"Sure," she nodded, not looking the least surprised. She leaned back and sipped on her wine while he perused the menu.
The waiter came by and took Andy's order and refilled Sammie's glass of wine as well. It was a strong vintage, and from the flush on her cheeks, Andy could tell she was feeling the alcohol. A little tiny thing like her couldn't have much of a tolerance anyway.
They chatted and sipped at their drinks, Andy keeping her glass topped off the whole time. They almost finished the whole bottle by the time the antipasto arrived.
The plate was piled high with bruschetta, and they both dug in eagerly.
"Mmmm...this is so good!" Sammie said around a mouthful of bread and tomatoes.
Andy took a deep drink of wine before nodding, "This place had the best bruschetta. Here, take another." He slid three more pieces of bread onto her plate.
She did not hesitate and quickly finished all three. Ever the gentleman, Andy let her have the majority.
Next came the pasta. A heaping bowl of spaghetti and homemade meat sauce covered in fresh cheese.
Sammie twirled her fork into the bowl and popped it in her mouth. "Mmmmmm," was all she said before diving back into the dish.
Andy watched in quiet fascination while Sammie finished off the entire big bowl of pasta with seemingly no effort. He was 2/3 done with his and starting to feel a bit full.
He stifled a belch into his napkin and leaned back patting his stomach. "Oof, gotta make room for the next course."
Sammie who had been nursing the last glass of wine, quirked an eyebrow.
"You're done?" She asked, casually.
Yes yes yes! Thought Andy. She's into this alright.
Out loud, however, he just said, "It's all yours," and slid the bowl to her. She finished quickly, hardly stopping to sip at her wine until all the pasta was gone.
The bowl empty, she leaned back in her seat and rested a hand on her middle. Andy cursed under his breath at not being able to see how swollen her belly was getting. But before Sammie could ask what he said, the waiter appeared with two massive plates of fish.
Silence fell again while they ate, but this time, Sammie was the first one to stop.
"Mmmmpf, this is soo good but—uurp—oh excuse me. I'm getting a little full."
Andy sat up straighter in his seat and caught a glimpse of her belly. It was pushing hard against the tight waist of her pants and her crop top had slid up a bit, revealing the growing curve of belly under her ribs.
"Surely you've got more room," he laughed, trying to make himself sound confident about casual. "This is your favorite food after all!"
Sammie put both hands on her belly. "Oof it is but..."
"But nothing then!" Andy interrupted. Boldly, he loaded up her fork and put it in her hand. "Come on, down the hatch."
She struggled up and kept eating. Andy did his best to subtly encourage her, saying things like:
"Isn't this good?"
"Food like this is too good to take home."
"Italian food is best enjoyed on a full belly anyway."
She finished her fish with a groan and slumped back, cradling her stomach with both hands.
"Ooooh..." she moaned weakly.
"There!" Andy cried. "Wasn't that good?"
"Mmmpf—UUURP—" Sammie blushed bright red and clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh, oh dear. Excuse me...."
"Nothing to worry about." Andy reassured her, sliding his mostly finished fish to her side of the table. "Big burps like that are a sign of a happy belly. Also, you've got a little more room now, so you can finish these last bites right?"
Sammie looked down at his fish, but before she could protest, Andy took a big forkful and popped it in her mouth.
She grunted and groaned around the mouthful, but chewed and swallowed obediently. When he held up the second and third bites, she ate those as well. Her belly groaned, Andy could hear it over the smooth jazz music in the restaurant. It was packed tight (and he wasn't nearly done stuffing it tonight.)
"Oh well done, Sammie," he said. "Nice and full now, yeah?"
He could see her belly without much effort now. The lacy crop top was riding up to nearly her breasts, no matter how much she pulled it down.
"Oooh...Andy, I'm—urp uuuurp—stuffed...ooof." Sammie massaged circles into her belly where it was bulging over her pants. Her pale skin was stretched taut with all the food and wine inside her body. "I've never been this fu—uuuuuurp...ohhh...full."
He reached over the table and gave her belly a light pat. "I hope you aren't," he said. "Because here comes dessert."
#belly kink#stuffing#bellies#stuffed belly#part 1#full fuller fullest#stuffing kink#kink fic#belly fic#stuffing fic#my writing#my stuff#complicateed posts
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STOMACH VS TACOS
Bakugo was getting checked out by recovery girl in his dorm room. He was eating some chicken soup. He had been battling a stomach bug for a while and he couldn’t hold anything down but this time he’s got this.
How are you feeling, young man? Recovery girl asked I feel bloated, Bakugo said laying down with his shirt up. Okay recovery girl said she took a listen to Bakugo’s abdomen Bakugo belched loudly. Are you feeling okay? Recovery girl asked Bakugo shook his head. Yeah, I think so, okay your stomach still sounds upset so you will be missing another week of school. Recovery girl said Bakugo nodded, going back to sleep.
Recovery girl made her way back to UA where she informed Aizawa of Bakugo’s current situation. How is he? Aizawa asked his stomach is still upset and he still has quite the fever recovery girl said. Okay I’ll bring him his school work and some medicine later on today Aizawa said okay recovery girl said before she left.
At lunch,
Kirishima and Kaminari were looking at these new tacos that were extra spicy. Maybe we should try kaminari Said are you Kidding me? Let's have someone else do it, Kirishima said, like who? Kaminari asked. Definitely Bakugo once his stomach is feeling better and how about Todoroki kirishima said there’s no way Todoroki is going to do it kaminari said.
Well then let’s make it into a contest. Kirishima said I’ll talk to Bakugo about it and you talk to Todoroki about it. Kirishima said okay, Kaminari said. After lunch was over Class 1A had 3 more classes.
With Bakugo.
After his 4th time going to the bathroom to vomit he felt exhausted. Soon there was a knock on the door. Who the hell is it? Bakugo asked, laying down his belly gurgling harshly at the movement. Aizawa unlocked the door walking in. I know that you ain’t feeling good Aizawa said but I brought you some medicine and your school work Aizawa said. Bakugo nodded just as his stomach growled loudly, making him run to the bathroom to have explosive diarrhea.
Aizawa felt bad for his student but he knows that he will get better in no time.
With class 1A,
They did just as planned. Kirishima went to Bakugo’s room and Kaminari went to Todoroki’s room.
Bakugo was doing his homework when he heard a random knock on his door. Bakugo took a sip of his water. Who the hell is it? Bakugo asked Hey dude it's me Kirishima, Kirishima said I can tell by that stupid voice what the hell do you want? Bakugo asked can you open the door so that I can tell you? Kirishima asked No Get lost Bakugo said. Kirishima frowned okay I’ll come back later Kirishima said Ugh, For fuck sake Bakugo said getting up he unlocked the door make it quick Bakugo said Kirishima walked in closing the door. Kaminari went to Todoroki’s Room. He knocked No Answer. Oh Hey Kaminari are you looking for Todoroki? Midoriya asked oh Hey Midoriya yeah have you seen him? Kaminari asked yeah he left with Yaoyorozu to the movies Midoriya said oh okay thanks Kaminari said no problem Midoriya said.
Kaminari walked away to find Kirishima. Hey man, any luck with Bakugo? Kaminari asked well, I managed to get into his room but when I told him of the plan he threw up on shoes Kirishima said how about you? Kirishima asked, ``Just my luck he’s not even here. He went to see a movie with Yaoyorozu, Kaminari said. I’m not done yet I have one more trick up my sleeve Kirishima said oh yeah how? Kirishima said the thing that gets under Bakugo’s skin Kirishima said and what would that be? Kaminari asked simple tell him he can do something Kirishima said Kaminari smiled, yeah you’re right Bakugo would get pissed if you told him that he couldn’t do it Kaminari said.
About a week later, Bakugo and Todoroki were in the common room watching a movie when Kirishima and Kaminari walked past saying somethings that pissed bakugo off. Hey Kirishima, have you heard of the boy who was too chicken to do something? Kaminari asked yeah I have Kirishima said Yeah, that guy is such a loser. He doesn't even want to do a simple challenge Kaminari said yeah It kinda reminds of a guy that we know Kirishima said. Bakugo was beginning to get upset he wished that Kaminari and Kirishima would shut up so that he could hear the movie but he is going to keep quiet he wasn't in the mood for yelling, Until he heard something that really pissed him off, Yeah Bakugo can't do a simple task like a eating challenge Kaminari said that was it.
Bakugo got up and approached them. HEY BASTARDS!!!!! Bakugo yelled Yes Bakubro? Kaminari asked WERE YOU BASTARD TALKING ABOUT ME WHEN YOU SAID THAT I CAN'T DO A SIMPLE TASK?!!!!! Bakugo yelled, Kirishima and Kaminari nodded but I’ve been trying to get todoroki to do the same thing as you but he was never around for me to ask him Kaminari said. WHAT THE FUCK DOES ICY HOT GOTTA DO WITH THIS?!!!!!! Bakugo yelled yeah what do I have to do with this? Todoroki asked well, Kirishima said well what? Bakugo asked Kamiari wanted to challenge You to an eating contest with Todoroki. Kirishima said What? Todoroki said Yeah I’m with Icy Hot I can easily roast him in a eating contest Bakugo said Todoroki rolled her eyes Let’s do it Todoroki said sweet The contest is for Saturday Kaminari said okay Todoroki said Bakugo rolled his eyes before he went to his room.
When Saturday rolled around Bakugo and Todoroki was sitting on the floor of the common room awaiting their Tacos, Bakugo was starving himself so that he could eat all of his tacos, Todoroki was a little nervous about this but he just did it. Okay Bakugo are you ready? Kirishima asked yeah Dumbass I’m Ready Bakugo said alright Todoroki are you ready? Kirishima asked yes Todoroki said alright so Kaminari gave Bakugo 50 Spicy Tacos and 50 Normal Tacos Todoroki was giving the same amount. Whenever you guys are ready Kaminari said so Bakugo and Todoroki started eating while they was eating Kaminari went to go talk to sero about them locking the bathroom doors and Kaminari went to go buckets, when he got back to the common room he could already hear Bakugo’s stomach growling and he only just 10 tacos someones stomach sounds Upset Kaminari said Shut up My stomach is fine Bakugo said even though he wasn’t 100% sure that his stomach was fine, the reason he was starving himself was because his stomach did feel upset and he was feeling his stomach bubbling due to the spicy tacos. Todoroki was doing fine. He ate 11 tacos so far Kirishima heard Bakugo moaning as he continued to eat his tacos Todoroki was still doing fine eating his tacos.
A Couple hours later Bakugo had a huge Gas bubble in his stomach and it made his stomach hurt to the point to where he couldn’t continuing eating. Oh shit Bakugo moaned I can’t continue Bakugo said as he went to the bathroom to find out that the bathroom door was locked. What the hell? Bakugo asked sorry Bakugo all of the bathrooms are closed due to plumbing Kaminari said ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!!!!!? Bakugo yelled just as his stomach loudly growled. Kaminari gave Bakugo a bucket and he went to have explosive Diarrhea. Bakugo loudly moaned as it started to come out. Todoroki smiled just as finished his 50th taco before his stomach began to hurt and growl. I need to, Todoroki moaned. Kaminari gave Todoroki the Bucket and he too had Diarrhea. Kaminari laughed. I knew bakugo couldn’t do it well dude Bakugo is sick with the Stomach flu so you can’t fault him Kirishima said. Really? Kaminari said yeah Kirishima said he went to check up on his friend. When they finished Bakugo had a really full bucket and a half full one Todoroki had a full bucket. Currently Bakugo was laying down in bed while Todoroki was watching a movie.
Kirishima was with Bakugo while Kaminari was cleaning out the buckets. He passed out 2 times next time knows not to lock the Bathrooms especially when bakugo is sick with the stomach flu and when Todoroki has too much spicy foods. But hey in the end he brought it all on himself.
#bakugou katsuki#kirishima eijirou#denki kaminari#upset stomach#stomach gurgling#vomiting#explosive diarrhea#stomach flu#eating contest#follower request#stuffing fic#mha hanta sero#shoto torodoki#aizawa shouta
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Big Harry.
summary: Louis has a feeding kink, Harry likes feeling full. Shameless feeder kink fic, I wish Harry was big. I’m sorry if this isn’t your thing, this had been in my drafts forever. Hope someone enjoys some.
Big Guy. The words ring in his head s he stares in the mirror in only a pair of grey sweatpants. He definitely looks the part, no arguing that, but he just can’t wrap his head around how he feels about it. Embarrassed maybe? Ashamed? A little of something he’s not quite ready to admit yet.
Today was the first time in months that Harry actually went out. He met with one of his professors for an article he’s working on for the college campus he graduated from. And the words have just been all he can think about. He’s a therapist now who works from home with virtual calls. The Perfect job for such a homebody really. Though it certainly has had an affect on him- getting dressed had been more of a struggle than he’d expected now that he was thinking about it.
He finally gathers the courage to feel himself, starting with the biggest change of all. He shoves the waistband of his briefs under the curve of his belly watching as the move emphasizes the roundness of his gut. He places his hands on his love handles to start off. They’re big enough to hold so gives them a gentle shake before he feels entranced by the obscene jiggling that comes from it. His hands rub gently over his soft belly before stopping any more of the movement himself. When did he get so huge?
His eyes fall to his chest then. Proper tits. As he holds them he’s surprised he hasn’t noticed them before. He gives both a gentle squeeze and then, too stunned to even process what he’s doing, he presses them together. It creates a look of proper cleavage and really his head is just spinning. There’s something not so bad about it.
Harry’s boyfriend pulls him from his thoughts by knocking at their bathroom door. “Dinner’s ready, don’t let it go cold,” Louis warns from right outside the door. He can hear the slight worry in his voice, Harry’s usually at the table before Louis’ even done cooking. Lord knows his love for food is the reason he’s spilling out of anything that doesn’t stretch. Hell even most of what stretches is getting snug. He pulls his hands away quickly as if he’s gotten caught doing something he’s not supposed to be doing.
“I’ll be right there, I’m coming.” He reassures through the door while attempting to not sound too flustered. He pulls a shirt on, realizing then how much it outlines the roundness of his belly. His puffy cheeks are burning with shame as he gets himself composed and fully dressed.
At the other side of the door his boyfriend is worrying- it really isn’t like Harry to have to be called to the table. His figure is most definitely showing how much he enjoys living with Louis who takes any opportunity to spoil him. Harry has a seemingly endless appetite; he can never say no. Even when not eating multiple servings of their breakfast, lunch, or dinner Louis has found him excessively snacking lately.
Quite honestly Louis wasn’t even aware he was into softer bodies until his man started to sport a nice fat pad. He’s thicker all over and sex has never been better. It seems Louis can’t keep his hands on him.
In the beginning it was just nice to have his food appreciated. Harry was always the one asking for seconds then. Eventually thirds of everything came without him requesting and by the time Louis even realized what he was doing Harry was spilling out of his more fitted outfits. And of course as a loving boyfriend Louis was quick to size up a few things himself whenever he did happen to notice.l
Harry’s plumping up was never something they discussed. As much as Louis pinched and marked up Harry’s soft body with love bites there was never an actual conversation. Louis wasn’t even sure Harry had noticed quite yet. At least not until today- there must’ve been a reason he took over an hour and a half to get ready and came down in tight pants anyway.
When Harry finally appears at the table he has a shirt on, it outlines his chest and belly making his gain undeniable. Louis’ mouth basically waters at the sight as his man grumpily takes a seat. He doesn’t usually wear shirts around the house unless he’s working, something about wanting to be most comfortable in his own house. Louis chooses not to make a comment though, Harry tends to bring things up when he’s ready.
Louis wants to question him about the attitude immediately, but as soon as he’s seated Harry is tearing into his dinner. Louis is stunned despite watching him eat daily. He’s not even enjoying himself for once, at least not the way he usually does. He’s usually complimenting Louis after every few bites, savoring everything as he takes bite after bite. Tonight he’s very much not thinking as he just shoves spoonfuls of the baked ziti and sausage into his mouth.
Louis is drooling again as he gets up to grab Harry a second plate once he’s done, this one more loaded than the last. Then another and Harry sounds out of breath by that one. It is then at Harry’s third plate that he starts slowing down. He takes bites more laboriously, his breaths coming slow in between spoonfuls. Louis is just slightly concerned as he checks in, “Want to save room for dessert baby. Pace yourself.”
Harry pauses then, wiping away the sauce dripping at the corner of his mouth. “I’ll have room.” he huffs out, only confirming Louis’ concerns. Something was definitely up. Louis furrows his brows, sending over a questioning look. His own plate was picked at, but mostly untouched. His focus had been on his partner during most of dinner.
The knowing look gets a deep sigh out of Harry. He shifts to sit back, legs spread, and belly heavy against his thighs. He knew Louis was looking for answers and as sensitive as he felt about the topic, it was time to talk about the elephant in the room. The elephant being him- it feels like. “You didn’t tell me I was getting fat,” Harry confronts.
Louis is stunned. Harry’s face is unreadable. He doesn’t look upset, but he sounds stern, almost like he’s accusing. The smaller man is blushing, he knows why Harry sounds so accusing. The weight most definitely wasn’t added all on his own. He tries to shrug it off, “I didn’t think you needed me addressing it.” He doesn’t want to deny it, Harry’s big there really is no way around it.
“Bullshit.” Harry still isn’t showing much of what he’s feeling and it only makes Louis feel more embarrassed. This whole time it just felt like something the both of them were enjoying. Harry never complained about absolutely anything that came with getting bigger, it was all sudden. “Professor Richards called me a big guy,” he finally admits, his emotions spilling through as he sits to pick up his fork once again.
“You like a good plate. Who am I to stop you?,” Louis is sounding defensive about things. Harry can’t possibly be blaming it all on him. Louis has never force fed him a bite. As much as he’s thought about it when he’s sitting with his belly on display while he has a few beers on days off- he hasn’t forced anything. “Like a good plate?,” Harry chuckles dryly as he takes another forkful, finishing the plate while they speak. Louis’ mouth is dry at this point- Harry’s teasing him? He can’t tell, but he’s making the most obscene sounds as he eats now.
“A good plate was that first one. You’ve brought over two more good plates without me asking. I think you know exactly why you didn’t outright tell me.” Harry’s definitely teasing, accusing too, and Louis’ face is burning now and words are caught at his throat. There’s nothing he can say. “I just want to know why you didn’t let me in on how much you like it. Wouldn’t have held back so much.” A glint of mischief crosses Harry’s eyes, the plate is empty again and his big hands are rubbing soothingly over the taunt of his belly.
The look alone has Louis rushing to load up another plate, this one fuller than the last few. What should be leftovers is piled high on that plate and Harry has to stifle a burp into his fist as he sits up to work his way through this one. As he reaches for his fork this time Louis stops him, taking it for him and gathering up a nice mouthful for him. Harry can only groan in response, his fat belly heavy between them making him flustered. He’s never felt as adored as he does now with his lover looking at him like he holds unparalleled beauty- it’s realistically just a few too many servings of dinner he holds in his now tight gut.
“Please don’t ever hold back on me. You don’t know what a man with an appetite does to me,” Louis whispers as he almost forcefully feeds Harry bite after laborious bite. He’s a mess as Louis reaches out to rub his lower belly, stifling sporadic burps between the bites Louis lets him take breaks at. “I know you can finish. I’ve seen you fit more. Open.” Harry has never seen this side of Louis, his words are commands and he feels the need to please, his lips parting for another mouthful, then another, and another. Before he even realizes there’s a full tray of pasta heavy in his belly and Louis is kissing as praising over him in his overfilled state.
Louis bites playfully right underneath his belly button where he’s forming a spare tire, earning him a burp and groan. “I didn’t know I was into this…just into you, you know? Into you enjoying yourself, letting me take care of you. As cheesy as it is, I just like more of you to love.” Louis is talking sincerely as he works his fingertips over Harry’s thickening love handles and back towards the bloat of his belly. The entire time Harry is growing hard underneath him, eager to explore a side to their relationship they hadn’t realized they were sitting on.
Louis is going to make him burst- he can see it in his lustful eyes. “Enjoy your break big boy. You promised room for dessert. We have a tray of brownies to get you through.” The idea of warm brownies and ice cream makes Harry moan out in anticipation. He has a feeling this is the smallest he’ll ever be.
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