#burpy pig

[gainingpeach]

Just wanted to let yall now that I am still running 40% off and I’ve posted a couple new clips on my 🌶️ of. Burps, belly jiggling and you finally get to see what I look like🤭

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[feedistdani]

Big Pregnant Bananas & Sprite Bloat

》 Bananas & Sprite, burps, belly play, moaning, lingerie, sexy BBW

Dani is bigger than ever at 7.5 months pregnant, her huge round gut touching the couch she spreads out on. In love with her fattening round body, and addicting to burping and bloating herself like a pig, she settles down in front of the camera in her new 40I bra to devour a banana & chug Sprite in this quick, orgasmic 10 minute clip.

How burpy & bloated can she get in 10 minutes? The answer is VERY. You've never seen Dani this big!

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[she-ate-too-much]

tummyache princesses~

snow white ate an enchanted apple that swelled and bubbled up inside her, &now shes clutching her rounded unsettled tummy &burping little rotten apple belches...

sleeping beauty ate way too much before the curse put her into a magical sleep, &when she wakes up all that greasy food is still churning around upsetting her overloaded tummy...

cinderella pigged out at the royal ball, but her tummy isnt used to all that rich heavy palace food &the dancing is making it swirl around in her burpy tummy without digesting...

[mini-mousey]

Dreaming of a cozy autumn date to a fair, not for the rides though I just wanna look at all the farm displays and walk around in the crisp air, maybe play a few games. But most importantly it's somewhere where I can get lots of yummy food, my partner watching me eat while I'm not looking and then giving me the food they didn't finish a few times throughout our day. By the time we're ready to leave I've eaten savory foods from three different stalls, I might have had all those mini donuts my partner didn't want but I still want something sweet, so I get an ice cream to eat on the way home. But when we get back to the car I'm already finishing the last bite and letting out little whines from how stuffed I am. My loose sweater has been covering my belly all day but now in the privacy of the car my partner reaches over to pull the fabric up over my tummy, my soft sides poking over my waistband and my belly itself now tight and round and threatening to send the button of my pants flying. They'd tease me for pigging out so much and then tease me for moaning when they said it, reaching down to undo my button and give me some much needed belly rubs. I relax and start to doze off, and we head home where I lay down for a very burpy nap.

[dankeyes]

Going through your blog is making me want to finally let go and be the fat burpy pig I was meant to be. You’re such an inspiration. Keep it up! Your belly is absolutely gorgeous~

Thanks anon! 🥰 Im always in support of that. Being a fat burpy pig is so fucking sexy lol, i hope you find your kinky groove.

Until then feel free to keep enjoying my blog ✨😌

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

lately i’ve been thinking about nat having kept a really strict diet/fitness regimen for so long and then finally indulging a little bit. and then a bit more. okay, a lot more. she really starts putting on weight and she’s always hungry all of a sudden and she goes from having been able to run a mile with ease to being out of breath just from walking from the couch to the fridge. she’s a little embarrassed about it (especially so when she gets really burpy, always flushed in the face and murmuring the softest “‘scuse me” when she lets a belch out) but she’s even more embarassed by how much it turns her on to have such a big belly and to overeat.

she knows there’s no going back to how things were when she realizes her belly is so big it dwarfs her tits 🫣

(hope this is okay, i just wanted ur thoughts on the concept + if u had anything to add!)

Oooo yes, I love this ex-jock adjacent journey for Natasha!

And you know what I thought of immediately upon reading your ask? I thought about this chubby kink fic I’ve re-read probably a thousand times “Doubling the Recipe” by caloriebomb. It doesn’t have Natasha getting chubby (it’s a stucky fic with feedee Bucky) but there’s this part where Natasha mentions:

“‘Lots of guys get a little belly when they're discharged,” Natasha said. “I probably would, too, if it weren't for the patriarchal double-standard that won't let girls get fat without giving them shit. Though I guess you've appointed yourself Bucky's shit-giving angel.’” (taken from chapter 3 specifically)

So, of course, moving out from that connection… this idea obviously then makes me think about ex-military Natasha. She’s been honorably discharged, she’s done her time, and now she’s just a regular civilian and so she doesn’t have to keep up that strict diet and even more strict fitness regimen. Why would she? She doesn’t need to be able to outrun enemies, she doesn’t need to be societally appealing in order to get details out of pig-headed men that are in charge of shit simply because they’re men, not because they’re the best at their job, she doesn’t need to be able to throw people off of her despite her usually smaller size, she doesn’t need to be able to slip through tight spaces, she doesn’t need to do any of that anymore. And she’s tired of doing all that. So… doesn’t it make sense for her to go the other way and eat all the things she wasn’t allowed to before? She deserves to relax.

Romanogers below the cut, you know the drill, unbeta'd. This is your Belly Kink warning. At first, its solo Natasha stuffing, weight gain, and masturbation. Then Steve comes into the picture 😏

And it becomes a habit. Do you know how hard it is to go back to a world of perfectly nutritious food and the proper amount of exercise once you’ve tasted a whole new world of flavor and texture and, just, enjoyment that you’ve never been allowed before?

Exorbitantly hard.

Natasha has spent her entire professional career being resilient and using up all of her self-restraint, meaning she doesn’t have any left to, do what exactly-? Fit in with what society deems beautiful in the current era? Body types a part of the fashion industry, coming in hot and going out soon after. Pfft. Fuck that.

Why would Natasha fucking care at this point in her life?

However, that being said, the first healthy chunk of weight comes on as a result of letting loose just because she can. It’s an accident. But once she comes to terms with her increased weight and has to decide what she values more: what other people think and say about her OR what feels good to herself and what makes her happy, well, then the weight that comes after that is all intentional. She is helpless to give in when indulging is probably the best thing she’s ever felt in her entire life. Holy shit, it feels good to be full. It feels so good to stretch her abdominal muscles to their breaking point not from doing countless amounts of crunches until they spasm and ache but stretched to breaking as they try to keep all the food she stuffed down her hungry throat attached to her. Cramping. Heavy. Rounded. Full. Like, outrageously, illogically full. It feels so good.

And it’s an accident - just like how the first bit of weight came on before she decided to dive in head first to this whole idea - when after one of her stuffing sessions she slips into masturbating. It’s uncorrelated she tells herself after it’s over, jolted out of the haze of pleasure and gluttony panting, eyes shut, with her hand still resting over her pulsing, wet slit. Her whole body is on fire with embarrassment even though she’s the only one around. She just-

God.

Why had she done that? But also… when was the last time she let her own hands fall between her thighs to pleasure herself? When was the last time she felt pleasure in that way for pleasure’s sake rather than it being a part of a honey-pot mission? She can’t recall the last time. So, obviously, it’s been a long time coming. And based on how much of her newly retired life she spends full up to the brim with food… it only makes sense that she’d end up cracking when she was still panting, out of breath under her bloated, stuffed belly. When isn’t she in such a state, stuffed silly?

Right?

It has nothing to do with the tight ball of throbbing heat that overtakes her when she reaches that glorious point of being so packed full that she stops being able to lift her hands to her mouth. Her body quitting on her because it knows if it doesn’t she will just keep eating and eating and eating. Everyone feels that when they eat too much. The whole nauseous after eating too much thing is… a pop culture myth? (Right?) It feels glorious to glut for everyone.

Right?

Okay…

Fine.

Maybe they are tied together. Her masturbation habits and her eating habits that is.

Maybe…

Maybe, there’s something here, she tells herself when it happens again and again and again, lying on her bed, surrounded by food wrappers from both her pantry - chips and junk food of the like - and from the restaurant a block or two away from her apartment. She could’ve walked to pick up the food, but she didn’t. She paid extra for delivery (really extra so she wouldn’t have to pant as she slowly staggered her way there, working around her bloated gut). Also- there’s a two-liter somewhere around here too; the entirety of it bloating out her tight, tight stomach, bubbly and sloshy and delicious. A two-liter on top of a whole day's calories twice over. Jesus. All of it stuffed into her just in time for her not to drop into a food coma but perfectly in time for her to bend her arm around the swollen, pale mountain of her belly to get at her throbbing, wet center. It’s harder to do so these days, her capacity increased massively. But anyway, she was so ready to touch herself that it must’ve taken her a minute, tops, to get off. And, yes, okay, fiiine, she was getting off to the feeling of how bursting full she was.

She was and is getting off on it.

And she might get off again, shifting under her belly to feel the tight, heavy dome of it wobble and slosh, pinning her down. I’m so greedy. She whimpers at her own thoughts, and shivers, her fingers already dipping back into her wetness, spreading it around. I’m so full. So heavy and unable to stop stuffing myself. God. I can’t stop. I’m gonna get huge. I’m- I’m gonna get so, so fat. Natasha gasps, both at her thoughts and at the feeling of angling her hand, still working around the beach ball attached to her front, to slip her fingers inside of her throbbing pussy. Hell fucking yeah, she’s gonna get off on the feeling of being packed full of delicious food again. A complete glutton. In every sense of the word.

Later, after that realization that not everyone has this electric connection between food and sex, Natasha digs deeper into it…

Well, really, first she lets herself go even more. Without shame and with fully conscious knowledge of what she’s doing- Nat goes on a spree of all-day stuffings over multiple days, getting off to it as many times as she can. Constantly with one hand exploring the fat, round curve of her tummy where it sticks out further than her boobs while the other shovels food into her mouth. When she’s done eating, that hand moves down… slipping into her panties or just between her bare legs when she gets too full- okay, really, too fat to fit into even her most forgiving pair of underwear. And, fuck, does that feel naughty and fucking incredible in the best ways. She’s too fat. She’s outgrown her fucking panties. She forgot that could happen. It's never happened to her before.

With this exploration over three… four… five days she’s constantly munching, constantly packed full, and orgasming multiple upon multiple times during the day. Hell, on the night between the fourth and fifth day, she wakes up with her cunt wet and her tummy gurgling - gurgling as it tries to digest the colossal amounts of food she’s packed into it, but she pretends it’s gurgling out of hunger - and she waddles to the freezer to down the rest of the pint of ice cream that she couldn’t finish after her third dinner. Then. Then, still with the last swallow of ice cream in her mouth, lounging back in her bed like a spoiled queen, she dips her fingers into the puddle of wetness she’s made. So fucking hot over the new height of greed she’s reached; fingering herself until she comes with a yell. The darkness of the middle of the goddamn night only adds to the hotness, feverishly thinking, I’m so gluttonous. I can’t even get through the night without waking up to stuff my face. I can’t even get through the night without coming. I’m addicted. I’m addicted to this. To my fatness and greed.

Upon running out of literally anything to eat in her apartment, Natasha comes out of her fantastical delve into all things gluttonous. She comes out of the exploration and realizes-

None of her damn clothes fit other than the pair of sweats Maria Hill (her friend since they met in boot camp in the military) left the last time she slept over. Maria is a full five inches taller than her with a larger frame, fit to her taller height, and the waistband of the sweat pants is still viciously tight on Nat’s hugely bloated and fat (fatter every day 🥴) waist. And the only top that fits Nat is one of her hoodies that when shipped to her came in a way too big size. Way too big when she originally got it. Now… her belly presses tightly to the kangaroo pocket. She has no underwear that fits either, so when she goes out clothes and food shopping… she'll be going commando. 😳😳😳

She really, really wants someone else to do this whole stuffing, weight gain thing with. It’s really damn hard to keep going when she’s by herself! And she knows she could do better- she could get bigger if she had someone to help her...

The first realization is an easy enough fix, an expensive fix, but an easy enough fix.

The second realization takes her back to the internet, back to researching the feederism community… maybe she could pay someone to help her? God knows she has enough money to do it with the monetary compensation the good ol’ US government gave her to shut her up for the shit she’s done and not complain about any mental or physical blowback. But- there have to be, like, sex workers that wouldn’t mind helping Natasha out with her kink, right? Or maybe, she doubts it, but maybe she could get a hook-up that could help her? She knows this isn’t an out-in-the-open type kink though so… that second option is less likely. However, it’s the option she ends up getting to try because she finds a website specifically for kinky people. A hook-up/dating/networking sight. She searches by fetish. She finds lots of people that are willing to “play” with this fetish. This kink. Lots of people with listed limits and safewords and references. Lots of people looking for feedees. But the most interesting- the most appealing person she finds is Steve.

He’s one of the rare people that has a fully shown face, not just body pics or pics of their face but hidden with sunglasses, masks, hats, or whatever other creative thing people can come up with. Privacy, yeah, of course, Natasha gets that but…

She can’t help but lick her lips, staring at Steve’s handsome face. Hungry for him. Her eyes widen as she scrolls through his photos- they make her mouth water. He’s big. Not big like Natasha wants to get - not fat - but muscular. Obviously strong. Full body shots that look to be taken after the gym, sweaty and huge; she zooms in on his hands. She imagines his hard muscle against her softening body, his impossible abs against her ever-expanding gut, his big hands grabbing Natasha’s chin and her new double chin and forcing more food down her throat, helping her continue with her stuffing and helping her chew and petting her throat as she swallows, strong and dominating but encouraging too. Praising her for getting everything down. Petting her stomach when it aches after she’s eaten too much, both genuinely wanting to help her out but also wanting to tease her. He has two hands, one could be on her stomach and the other between her legs but… he uses both to massage her, at first. Then, oh god, Natasha’s thighs squeeze together as she imagines those thick, big fingers crooking inside her and rubbing her clit when she's so full already. She shuts her eyes, her blush burning hot on her cheeks. Fuck, she can’t imagine how much better gluttony and sex would be with this man.

She has to message him. It takes her nearly an hour to draft the perfect opening message. Then another hour to take her mind off of it, stuffing herself on top of what she’s already eaten throughout the day. (Not that her mind stays off of this stranger, Steve, because her thoughts circle right back to him when she gives in to the need to come. Whimpering, fantasizing about having to do so little work that her hands are tied to the bedposts and he’s sitting on her jiggly, soft, spread thighs, straddling them, feeding her and controlling a dildo he’s fucking in and out of her at the same time, telling her he’s going to stuff her and stuff her and stuff her, incrementally feeding her more and splitting her pussy open with bigger and bigger toys. He’s going to fill her more than she thought possible.)

Eventually, Steve messages back, saying all the right things, raising all the green flags even as he teases her- calling her first timer yet verifying that she actually wants this, she’s thought it through, treating her both respectfully and gently. He's more experienced than she is. Much more experienced.

They talk back and forth.

Talking through the site at first, then they exchange phone numbers and speak over the phone. At which point Steve tells her he loves her voice, saying he’s never met someone who sounds so husky and sensual in everyday life, like an old movie actress, voice rough from too many cigarettes. It makes her laugh and her heart flutter, excited for their instant chemistry and what it’ll translate to later…

Later but not too much later because it turns out they’re near in locations, so they pick a date soon. A test run at Natasha’s place. They’ll hook-up more if the first time goes well. Nat knows it will go well. She looks forward to blowing up.

Christ, she’s gonna get so fucking fat with Steve’s help…

(And, of course, they go from being just fetish-fuck-buddies to being lovers eventually because I said so lol. Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts. Natasha is fat and growing and Steve is a great doting but also domineering boyfriend.)

Enjoy the filth!! I went a little off topic from your prompt 🤭 I hope that's okay lol

[fattyfreya]

BBW Burps & Bloats

It's been forever since I tried to bloat my belly with liquids, a fetish I don't engage in quite as much anymore. But I was feeling a bit nostalgic, so of course, I had to ease back into things. I grabbed some seltzer (it makes me the most burpy), and some sexy lingerie, and went to town! I love how good being bloated is, and I love feeling like a total slob while I burp up a storm. It makes me feel like such an overindulgent fat pig. Paired with the tightness of my belly, it makes for the feeling of erotic heaven. Join me as I chug soda and burp more than ever. Some are loud and deep, some are sweet whispers. I even show you my point of view from my belly looking down, because naturally, I want you to feel as much with me as possible! Cheers to chugging, bloating, and a whole lot of burping!

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[trashytummiez]

Who can burp the loudest out of all the girls and who can burp loudest for the boys?

For the girls

Mina's probably the loudest burper because she's the one who's most okay burping out loud publicly and shamelessly. She's the most hyper and is the one most eager to get into burping contests with the bois. And since she has the biggest appetite she gets the burpiest after getting stuffed or eating too fast. She doesn't get embarrassed either. If she's really full then even in public she'll just thump her chest and knock out a huge burp then lean back to let out a smaller burp then gleefully pat her tummy after.

Second loudest has to be Tsu. Being a frog her tummy can take in the most air and seems the most volatile so it tends to get a lot of extra air. She has better manners than Mina and tries to do closed mouth burps instead but they tend to be really loud the way they rumble in her mouth. And if she does accidentally burp they can nearly match Mina's in volume and surprise the bois.

Third is Ochako. She's got a huge tummy kink and burp fetish but she can let out some really loud ones too. In public she always tries to hold them in completely. Sometimes even giving herself a tummyache in the process but her burps can get really loud and unlike Mina or Tsu they can get really long.

Fourth goes to Jirou. She's a rocker so she's not a prude but she also isn't a pig like Kaminari so she tries to usually hold them in but if she does burp they'll be really deep if she isn't willfully quieting them. Hers can get really rumbly even if not as loud as the first three. She's the type to have throatier burps instead of really loud ones.

Fifth is Momo because I have a thing for proper well mannered girls accidentally letting out really loud unladylike burps and getting completely embarrassed by it X3

These two aren't from UA but Camie and Toga burp really loudly too. Camie's very large-chested and can get some really beefy burps. She's a little ditsy about it so if she burps really loudly she'll just giggle and excuse herself without really being too ashamed about it.

And Toga gets really burpy from all the blood she consumes or if she drinks soda. She gets annoyed by the others being so burpy but the irony is she's almost every bit as gassy as they are because of her blood based quirk and how voracious she is. She eats really fast and chomps on meat like a monster because she loves the blood and that usually makes her burp really loudly and forcefully. When she does she'll cover her mouth and excuse herself but she's not embarrassed so much as she is annoyed at being gross~

And for the bois

Kirishima is the loudest burper in the school. He has a really hard and muscular stomach so when he pushes his stomach muscles push out way more air which makes his burps louder and longer than anyone's. He's also a deeply gluttonous boi so he eats really fast and eats a whole bunch which leaves him burping so hard you can feel it rumble in the ground sometimes X3

Katsuki is a close second because he's just a very loud boi and just as greedy and ravenous an eater as Kiri. He's really rude and has no manners at all so when he's eating he'll always smack his chest and burp as loudly and obnoxiously as possible. Because he does everything so aggressively when he has a soda he chugs it really fast and gives off huge throaty burps back to back. And when he's really full he'll slap his belly hard and give off an echoing burp like a dominant roar from an alpha pred~

Izuku has the third loudest burps and his are right up there with Kir and Katsuki just slightly less loud. His tummy is always in flux because of how anxious he always gets and he's such a big eater that even his closed mouth burps are really loud and deep. He has better manners than Kiri and Katsuki but he's also got a girlfriend with a huge burp kink and when he lets all that gas out out of his mouth at once Ochako can feel it in the bed springs. And when she kneads his tummy he'll release one big throaty burp after another because he actually gets really gassy with how active his belly gets

Tamaki is fourth loudest. He's a nervous boi and gets tummyaches all the time because of his extreme anxiety which means there's always air fluttering around in his stomach. Combine that with his big appetite and the sweet elf boi ends up with some of the most embarrassingly massive burps imaginable. He's only somewhat comfortable burping around Mirio who will rub Tamaki's tummy and coax out really big relief-inducing burps. Around Kiri the red haired boi is viable to try and get into a burping contest with him which will only make tamaki whimper and wanna go home and be cuddled by Mirio for safety <3

Kaminari is fifth in the loudness scale. He's probably one of the most actively juvenile of the bois so he'll chug a soda and burp really loudly to show off among the bois and accidentally gross out some of the girls. And when he's full he gets really burpy and loud. He won't ever beat anyone above him in a burping contest but he'll still impress and still try every time X3

Shoto's burps don't get as loud as the others but they get really throaty and long. He's the type who will slurp a lot of soba and get a cute little tummy then put a hand to his chest and casually let out a burp that lasts six seconds long and leaves him panting. What his burps lack in volume they make up for in depth. Even his small burps sound like they're coming from deep within his tummy.

Shinso's probably on the same level as Shoto. His burps don't usually get really loud but they get really long and throat-shaky. He can push a burp out that lasts several seconds or just let out a few of them back to back. He's not super embarrassed but he tries to be well mannered so most of the times he gives deep closed mouth burps instead. If he ever burps out loud he'll use his quirk to make people zone out so they don't comment. Kaminari is coaxing him to be a little more comfortable burping out loud at least around him. He's even gotten Shinso to do a few burping contests with him and as it turns out when Shinso is trying he actually can get some really loud ones out. So beware he may rise in the ranks ;3

Sero's burps can get pretty loud but they aren't as big as Kaminari's. He's a leaner boi so he doesn't have as big a stomach capacity as other students which means he can't take in as much air or eat as much. But when he does burp he pushes them out really hard. It's when he does silly things like soda or banana & sprite challenges with Kaminari that he gets his loudest burps and they usually become queasy sounding really fast.

Tokoyami's like Shoto in that his burps don't get loud but they do get really raunchy and deep. That's because birds can't burp but because he's not entirely a bird he can and they struggle on the way up from his tummy but eventually come out really thick and leave him a bit winded. He can't muffle them as well as he likes because his beak lacks lips so he usually just has to let them out and if they'll really loud he'll apologize.

Tenya's burps are pretty deep from within his chest because he's broad and athletic. He tries to hold them in or muffle them because he has really zealous good manners and if he ever burps out loud he will excuse himself and give himself whiplash from bowing in apologies too fast and hard XD

I also think because Tetsu is such a loud and obnoxious but endearing boi he has some of the loudest burps out of any boi from 1-B. He's oblivious and kind of dumb so he's always excited when he lets out a huge burp asking eagerly if anyone heard that and not catching some of the disgusted looks he's getting instead~

And I've repeated how burpy Shiggy Dabs and Hawks get all the time a lot of my other posts ;3

[ask-switch-jk]

Can you imagine what your coworkers would think if you were in the office stuffing yourself? Hearing how burpy and gassy you were as you shoved more food into your huge gut?

groans. Oh my god, they're going to think I'm a pig. Then again, I am a pig. I'll look at them, apologize and then stuff more food into my face..

[all-my-friends-were-glorious]

All the stomachache questions for Nathan since he's the muse for the month

character stomachache asks

[ Nathan ]

pepto-bismol: does your character take anything when the’ve got a stomachache? if so, what?

He will consume any medication or food that he is told will fix the problem. He’s very compliant when it comes to taking meds. He takes a lot of Zofran if he’s nauseated, and supplements with Phenergan when he can’t take another dose of the Zofran right away.

hot water bottle: what makes them more comfortable when they aren’t feeling well?

Being surrounded by blankets and pillows, watching cartoons and cuddling with Mimsy. Any of his other lovers are also welcome.

ice cream: are there any foods your character can’t eat?

Nathan is actually very lactose intolerant. It doesn’t stop him from indulging in cheese and ice cream, however, and adding milk to things. Mimsy makes sure that he gets 1% milk or lactose free milk, because they make him less sick.

hold my hair back: do they like to be alone or have company when they feel ill?

He most definitely wants to have company. Someone to dote on him, wait on him hand and foot, and listen to him bellyache about how sick, how awful he feels. 

thermometer: how do fevers effect your character’s stomach?

Usually, they don’t affect his stomach so much as his head unless he’s sick with a stomach bug. 

carsick: does your character get motion sickness?

Oh, he’s the absolute worst with carsickness. Any kind of quick movements make him incredibly ill, and he needs to take nausea medication, have a mint or tic-tacs of any flavor, and keep his eyes closed while moving in a vehicle of any kind. Music helps, as well. He hates roller coasters.

greasy spoon: how does your character’s stomach react to junk food?

For the most part, he doesn’t eat a lot of greasy food, but he can’t say ‘no’ to eggrolls and anything involving hot dogs. Corn dogs, regular hot dogs, pigs in a blanket, beanie weenies, any of that. Even Spaghettios with hot dogs. He loves them. Vienna Sausages, too. If it’s meat in a tube shape, he’ll eat it. Other than that, he mostly stays away from things that are too greasy because his stomach is always upset after he eats it.

thanksgiving: how much can they eat without feeling sick? how much can they eat without GETTING sick?

Nathan eats like a bird, but many little meals throughout the day. He doesn’t usually eat until he feels/gets sick, but if he does, it’s usually a big plate. Something one would make during Thanksgiving. Mimsy always tells him his eyes were bigger than his stomach during large holidays when he makes a lot of food and thinks he can eat some of everything.

hiccups: does your character get burpy/gassy/hiccupy when they eat too much?

He gets the kind of hiccups that hurt, and sometimes gets burpy if he had a lot of carbonation with his meal. Root Beer/Cream Soda are the worst offenders but he loves them so much.

belly rub: how does your character react when their significant other is sick?

Whenever Mimsy gets sick, Nathan just about loses his mind with worry. He’s always scared that he’ll die, even if it’s just the sniffles. Mimsy is always well taken care of whenever he gets sick. His other lovers don’t get quite as big a deal made of them, but he still fusses a lot.

vertigo: how does nausea effect your character? do they get dizzy?

Nathan tends to get dizzy and hot, he can’t stop swallowing, and when he starts to puke, he cannot stop until his stomach is empty. Even if that means he’s getting up and down ten to twelve times, he will not rest until he’s gotten everything possible out.

stoic: is your character needy when they dont feel well? or do they prefer to suffer in silence?

He is insanely needy and clingy, and very dramatic when he’s sick. He couldn’t suffer in silence if his tongue was cut out.

bartender: has your character ever had a bad experience with over drinking?

Occasionally he overdoes it and has to have Mimsy or someone come get him. He wakes up with a bad headache and is pathetic for a week or two after. It happens at least once, if not twice, a month.

bad memory: is there a food your character refuses to eat due to a bad experience with it?

He absolutely struggles with certain textures. He will not eat a lot of unprocessed meat because the texture of it is very bad. He also dislikes stringy foods like celery and will not eat uncooked onions.

eyes on you: has your character ever been ill in public?

Nathan is a fairly healthy guy all things considered, but he definitely has been ill in public. Especially if he’s drinking, because he has a habit of overdoing it without realizing it. The alcohol just tastes so good!

[1heartfanfics]

So glad to have you back!! (but not like this, fuck) Can I request some really nauseous Nathan? Burpy as hell but trying to keep it from Hazel maybe?

Thanks friend!! (same though ugh). I’m so glad you like making Nathan suffer as much as I do, he’s my fave!! Also this is such a good prompt omg 

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“Fuck,” Nathan cursed under his breath as his stomach gurgled loudly beneath his shirt. He’d been feeling sick ever since dinner, and it had only continued to get worse. The stiff fabric of his button down shirt was suffocating his poor stomach and he could feel it straining against the belt of his slacks. He resisted the urge to rub it, knowing that would make him burp. 

“Hey, you alright?” Hazel asked, nudging him with her arm. 

“Yeah fine, just have to pee, be right back,” he said quickly darting off towards where he hoped the bathrooms would be. 

They were at this fancy event for the drama department where the state gives out awards to various people and schools for their productions. It was really an honor to have been invited and usually Nathan would be enjoying it, but dinner just was not sitting right and he felt like he was about to explode. 

Thankfully, he found the bathroom pretty quickly. He swung the door and was relieved to find that he was alone. He sighed, leaning back against the wall, both hands coming up to rub his aching stomach. As he suspected, he immediately let out a large belch as soon as any pressure was applied. He groaned, rubbing a little deeper, burps pouring out of him uncontrollably. 

All he could do was let them come out and pray that no one else came into the bathroom. Or that they could hear him outside, oh god. 

He forced out a few more burps, before standing back up. He knew he’d been gone too long for a piss already, Hazel was probably onto him. She’d ask him if he was okay when he got back, and give him that face she always did when she already knew that he wasn’t okay. 

Nathan walked over to the sink, bending forwards to splash some water on his face as he looked rather pale and sickly. But unfortunately, leaning forwards put too much pressure on his stomach, making him let out another burp, this one low and wet. 

“Ohh fuck,” Nathan moaned, bring a hand up to rest gently on his stomach, his other hand bracing himself against the wall. The world was spinning now and he suddenly felt incredibly nauseous. This is bad, this is really bad. He needed to find Hazel and get out of here. 

Nathan trudged his way out of the bathroom, stumbling back through the ballroom to find his girlfriend. She found him before he found her though, as suddenly she was at his side, hand resting comfortingly on his back. 

Hazel took one look at him and said, “Okay we’re getting out of here.”

The poor boy was sheet pale and visibly shaking. Hazel could feel that his dress clothes were damp with sweat and his bangs were matted to his forehead. His mouth hung open slightly, one hand resting on his stomach just above his belt buckle. Hazel just hoped she could get him outside before the nausea got the best of him in here. 

Nathan felt like crying. He’d never been so nauseous in his life, and thank god Hazel knew him so well. He reached a hand out blindly, fumbling for some part of her to hold onto. He found her other hand, the one that wasn’t resting on the small of his back, guiding him gently but forcefully out of the building. 

“You’re okay, I’ve got you,” she said calmly as they finally reached the doors to the outside. 

She pushed them open, guiding Nathan through the doors. He was hit with a blast of cool air. Nathan sighed audibly at how good it felt against his flushed skin. When they reached the base of the steps, he crumbled, sinking down to sit on the bottom stair. 

“Are you going to throw up?” Hazel asked, sitting down next to him, her hand still on his back, now rubbing gentle circles. 

“I don’t know,” he said, letting out another sick sounding burp.

“Oh sweetie that didn’t sound good,” Hazel wrapped her arms around him. Nathan leaned against her chest, closing his eyes. 

“Sorry,” he said, knowing that he was disgusting right now, dripping sweat and belching like a pig. As if to confirm his theory his body forced up another wet belch.

“It’s okay, just take a few minutes and then we’ll walk back to the hotel as soon as you’re ready,” Hazel said, smoothing her hand down his back and tousling his damp hair with her other hand. 

Thank god for Hazel, was all Nathan could think as the nausea washed over him in waves. 

“Can we go?” he asked, tongue feeling thick and heavy in his  mouth. He was overwhelmed with nausea, but yet his body didn’t seem to want to actually throw up, just make him feel miserable. 

“Of course,” she answered, helping him to his feet, one hand on his back, the other holding his forearm. Once she was sure he was steady enough, she began guiding him down the sidewalk towards their hotel. Fortunately it was just across the street. 

Nathan was practically panting, attempting to breathe through the nausea as Hazel led him into the lobby of the hotel and in the elevator. He leaned his head against her shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut tight as he breathed heavily, letting out more belches as he went. 

“Open your eyes sweetie,” Hazel said, drawing him from his thoughts. He straightened up, opening his eyes to find that they were in his hotel room. Hazel unbuttoned his shirt, peeling the sweaty garment off of him, then unbuckled his belt. She pulled it off then slid his pants down his legs and wrestled them off of him. 

“Mmm feels nice,” he murmured when she pressed her cold hands to his belly. 

“Do you still think you’re going to throw up or do you just want to lay down? Or shower?” she asked, rubbing his stomach gently, not wanting to make him sick. 

“Still nauseous,” he shugged.

“Okay so bathroom?” she asked.

“No, don’t think I’m gonna puke,” he said, sinking down onto the bed slowly. 

“Alright, I’ll bring this over here just in case,” Hazel dragged the room’s trashcan over toward the bed. 

She helped him up onto the bed and gently eased him down to rest on the pillow, legs curled up, arms wrapped protectively around his sick stomach. Hazel shook her head fondly at him, what had her poor boy done to make himself so sick?

“Will you stay?” Nathan asked. 

“I can for a while,” Hazel said, crawling up next to him, draping an arm over his waist to rest on his tummy, “I’ll have to leave whenever Julius comes back though and go back to my own room,” she said. 

“Oh,” Nathan said sadly, curling up to her. 

“I know. It’ll be okay babe, just try to relax,” she said softly, kissing his damp forehead. Hazel just hoped that he could fall asleep before she had to leave. She knew that Julius would take care of him though if he needed to. 

[trashytummiez]

This is soooooo cute!!! >////< @fungusfangs made such an amazing piece here between that cute tummy the expressions and especially that hilarious exchange between these lovely trash bois <3

I love seeing Dabs so full burpy and shameless. He's such a pig and I love it so much! I'm definitely going to make something based off of this in between my commissions <3

And if you're wondering, the answer is; Yes, he ate the waffles while they were still frozen.

[twistedtummies2]

This is, I think, the first scenario/fanfic post my friend @amanofhamm​. I met him on another site before he came here; while we don’t share ALL of the same interests, we do share quite a few, including a vested interest in Killer Croc as a pred/big eater. ;) In this little piece, Croc and Orca pig out and burpy, silly shenanigans ensue. If you like this, give the guy a watch; trust me, you won’t regret it.  Welcome to Tumblr, dude, if you’re reading this!

Croc and Orca kick back after eating half their bodyweight in food.

Dinner time with Killer Croc and Orca was a sight to behold. Equal parts fascinating and disturbing, depending on who you asked. Almost like an even more voracious version of Discovery Channel. Being two big, hulking, animalistic, metahuman monsters, both creatures possessed unmatched appetites.

So when dinner time rolled along, both Croc and Orca were plowing through their meal like famine was fast approaching. The two didn't so much eat their food as they did inhale it. Fast food meant to satisfy entire families went down their thick gullets so fast, it was like gobbling nuggets to them, by comparison.

Now, Killer Croc had always been a ravenous glutton, being the born and raised metahuman that he was. But for the creature once known as Dr. Grace Balin, this was something she still had to get used to. Her bulky, mutated body had an appetite that wouldn't quit, no matter how much she tried to moderate her meals. After a while, she opted to just concede and give in to her gluttony. And to say she embraced it would be an understatement.

The two tore through their enormous meals. Tons of burgers, extra large pizzas, some various side dishes and a few dozen salads, in Grace's case. Eventually, it all vanished down into their rapidly expanding bellies, until none remained.

Killer Croc groaned contently. His huge, scaly belly bulged out so heavily that it almost looked like Croc had swallowed a really big rock. Thoroughly satisfied with his meal, Killer Croc lazily slumped back against the concrete wall of his underground lair, and let out a huge belch.

"BWUUUUUUURRREEEEEEELLLCH!!!!!"

It rumbled forcefully throughout his makeshift living quarters and left him sighing with relief.

"Grooooaaahhh man, I'm stuffed..." Croc moaned, patting his belly in a deeply satisfied manner and letting out another short but deep burp. Its scaly surface rippled with each pat he gave.

"Urgh, you and me both, Waylon," Orca muttered. She didn't fare much better than Croc did.

The former marine biologist turned mutant monster woman groaned in a deeply overstuffed state when she slumped back next to her bloated, scaly boyfriend. Her blubbery belly was massive. It had rounded out by well over four feet, forcing her to spread her smooth, thick thighs apart just to give that massive beanbag chair of a belly she was rocking some breathing room. It looked noticeably fatter than Croc's bloated gut too, not just in size, but in the thickness of her belly and the way it sank into itself a little bit more. Her whale anatomy meant she had a lot more blubber to go around, despite being so muscular in appearance.

Orca huffed and slowly ran her hands all across her giant, silky belly. "Urrooorgh, I'm so full..." Orca huffed.

Then her blubbery belly gave a thick, gaseous gurgle. Orca grimaced and held a hand over her mouth, but she knew it would do her no good. Not when a surge of pressure bubbled up her throat and forced her maw to gape open with a giant, wall-rattling belch of her own.

"HHAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRROOOOOOOORRRRRRRRUUUUUH-AAAAAAAAAAARRRUUUUUULHP!!!!!!!!!"

The sheer force of Orca's belch was so strong that it blew her hand back and made Orca's fat belly ripple heavily with her intense eructation. It blew out of her so loudly that it echoed all throughout the underground. And it surpassed Croc's own eructation in both volume and especially length, as it blasted past Orca's lips for nearly eight seconds.

At first, Orca would've been deeply embarrassed, blushing profusely and excusing herself to thin air itself. Instead, she groaned and gave her belly a relieved slap which made it jiggle and slosh heavily. It was a decidedly unladylike display.

Croc whistled and gave Orca's belly a few pats of his own. "Damn. Nice one, babe!"

Orca hiccuped from the pats and lazily gave Croc a thumbs up.

The two, deeply bloated monsters sat there, nursing their huge, overstuffed bellies as they churned and gurgled heavily. If Croc had sweat glands, he'd be sweating bullets with how full he was. "Urgh...no wonder Harl keeps callin' me a beached whale..." Croc mumbled groggily and rubbed the middle of his glutted gut in a strained yet satisfied manner.

Orca muffled a thick burp behind her fist and grunted. "Mph, I resemble that remark," Orca muttered sarcastically, stifling another deep burp that rumbled in her cheeks audibly. "Remind me to thank her for the meal though...might be difficult for either of us to place an order like this..."

Croc snorted. "Ya kiddin' me? All ya hafta do is just march into 'Big Belly Burger'n' tell 'em t'whip up a hundred burgers or they're gonna be on the menu instead. Works every time!"

"...I'd rather not devour kid trying to save up for a new, used car, thank you very much," Orca replied.

"Tch, ya don't hafta actually eat 'em, babe. But ya'd be surprised how much ya can get from people if ya threaten t'eat 'em," Croc said, snickering in amusement after. The snickering made his turbulent belly jiggle about, which disrupted some more pressure festering in his gut, which made Croc burp heavily.

Feeling another burp coming on right after that, Croc grunted then slapped his belly hard. He immediately threw his head back, and unleashed another ferociously loud belch.

"HHUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRHP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

That mighty eructation was so strong that it almost felt like the ground itself would start to quiver beneath them. It wasn't as long as that monster Orca let out earlier, but it actually surpassed it in volume.

When it ended, Killer Croc sighed heavily and went nearly cross-eyed with satisfied relief.

"Hoooooly crap, I needed that..." Croc uttered when suddenly, Orca's own belly let out a thick, gaseous gurgle that made Orca cringe. Croc turned to the source and smirked cheekily. "Sounds like ya got one brewin in there yerself, babe." Croc said and nudged Orca's belly teasingly.

The nudge caused a thick belch to expel from Orca's maw. But when it ended, she just huffed, unsatisfied. "Mph, still more in there," she muttered, thumping her chest firmly a few times and releasing another burp, but not one that brought her any relief.

Croc scooted his heavy rump right besides his blubbery girlfriend and decided to lend her a hand or two.

He placed his meaty palms right against Orca's huge, gelatinous stomach, which caused them to sink somewhat into her blubbery belly fat. Then Croc proceeded to then rub Orca's belly firmly all over.

Orca's eyes glazed over as she moaned in euphoric delight. His claws kneaded into her thick, silky flesh, really sinking into it while he compressed and massaged. She always had a very sensitive stomach, even as a human. But as a hulking whale woman, that sensitivity was dialed up to eleven, especially when her belly was stretched out and full to the brim as it was currently. Every sensation of Croc's scaly fingers kneading into her belly fat was enough to make Orca croon.

He felt the gas circulating in Orca's belly and continued massaging it all over. Croc's rough hands ran across the sides of that globular gut, using his claws to very gently brush against that extra delicate, silky flesh. Orca hummed with delight at the feeling and slumped back, which made her belly push out even further.

Croc rubbed circles over the middle of Orca's gut, using his thumb to knead around her incredibly deep belly button, another very sensitive part of Orca's stomach.

This continued for a while until Croc felt Orca's gut quivering beneath his palms. His own fat, scaly belly squished up against hers while he leaned into her gut, applying a lot of extra weight all at once. Then, he pressed down on Orca's blubber-laden belly firmly. His hands sank into her fat a good amount, and caused an intense gurgle to erupt from Orca's stomach.

This was followed immediately with Orca's pale white eyes going wide and her cheeks puffing out for a moment. Until she threw her head back and let out a colossal, record-shattering belch.

"BAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUURRRRRR-HHHAAAAAAAAUUUUUURRRRRRRRR-BWOOOOOOOAAARRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

It was this monstrous, quake-inducing eructation that bellowed from the very depths of Orca's belly. The sheer volume was so great that not only did Croc flinch in its wake, but he was dead certain that people on the surface could probably hear his girlfriend burping so massively. And length was no joke either, well surpassing the ten second mark and beyond as the gas just kept on pouring out of her gaping maw all at once.

By the time it finally rattled to a finish, Orca was left panting breathlessly with her massive belly rising and falling with a thick glorp each time.

Croc sat there, stunned by what he'd just bared witness to.

"...Babe...what would'ja say if I told'ja that kinda turned me on a lil?" Croc asked in a tone that made it hard to tell if he was being cheeky or partially serious.

Whichever one it was, Orca looked back at him with an incredibly "over it" look in her weary eyes.

Then, she shrugged.

"...I would say that I've certainly dated weirder guys, Mister Crocodilian Metahuman..."

[peeppeephellofatface]

I did the vampire Gordon fic early because I got impatient

He’s more the tubby, ravenous, sort from more traditional folklore than the Victorian sort of vampire.  Doesn’t spread his condition or have as many fancy weaknesses/strengths, just a body that never actually died and feeds on the living (though with considerably self-restraint).  Basically just a really big leech.

ft. blood drinking (duh), stuffing (probably more bloating or liquid inflation though), and some tummy rubs and burpy stuff

They were walking by the yard, on their way home after their business for the day.  Momentarily, they paused to watch a load of pigs leaving a van from a distance, hunching over and resting their elbows on the wooden fence in front of them.  They weren't in any hurry and it was kind of nice observing the working of the railway.  Shunters shuffled back and forth in the distance, puffs of steam and diesel smoke floating into the sky.  As their gaze wandered, they noticed a stream of smoke somewhere more unexpected- from behind a large crate.  Was it a fire?  Against their better judgement, they crept up to it to see what was burning and reached for their pocket, readying to whip out their phone and call the fire department.  

But they didn't see anything burning.  What they did find was something more unexpected.  

A grey figure dressed in blue was bent over, trying to subdue a squirming pig with surprising success, but not subduing the smoky aura that radiated from its figure.  All they could do was stare at them with a look of utter confusion.  They began to step back, but it seemed to notice the noise and whipped around.  The two stared at each other, both horrified, them gaping in even more confusion, and it in slight guilt as it hastily wiped a red liquid off its lips while still clasping the pig's mouth shut to silence it.  

Their stares continued as the figure gulped nervously and only broke the exchange by glancing at a small dribbling wound on the pig's underbelly.  

"Wha-what on earth?"

It was now breathing heavily, terrified of what they were going to do while they kept running their eyes all over them in shock.  

"Don't tell anyone you saw that."

It placed the pig down and shooed it away.  They slowly approached who or whatever this was.  

"You don't recognize me, do you?"

"N-no?"

"Well, I suppose that's a good thing.   Though it does make this so much harder to explain."

"Explain what?"

"Why I'm tucked away back here drinking the blood out of a live pig.  Why my skin is grey and my eyes are black."

"Don't the trains have grey skin like that?"

"Engines, locomotives, yes.  As does most of the other rolling stock, but not all.  You're getting closer."

"How did you even hold onto that pig like that?  You're.. obviously not human in strength."

"Go on, go on, isn't it obvious?"

'What?"

"I'm rather large, rather blue, obviously very strong and I'd show you fast I really am but now's not a good time.  Surely you've seen something that fits that description?"

"You're that one engine aren't you."

"You're not terribly observant, are you?  Indeed, I am probably who ypu are thinking about now.  Unless it's Henry back in the early days. Don't you dare even compare me to THAT disgrace."

"Gordon?"

"Yes."

What.. exactly happened to you?"

"Now, it's unimportant to go into the details of how I've gotten myself into this form, but what you ought to know is that the news lied to you.  My metal body may be perfectly functional, but truthfully, I am what you could call... undead.  They sanitized the story and rebuilt me so it's as if nothing really happened, but I died in a boiler explosion years ago.  Didn't think they'd be able to put me back together but remarkably they did due to a little supernatural luck.

"You're a zombie?"

"Vampire's more like it. A cat jumped over a piece of me that was flung miles away, which tends to do that to you.  Though I'm really more like big leech in that I don't have the special powers and weaknesses and such, just a hunger for the living and eternal clamminess inside me because I don't have a real fire anymore, just a magical one that somehow works but doesn't warm me up at all.  It makes no sense given that I really run on coal, but I feel so exhausted if I don't consume the blood of you living things by taking this form.  I usually borrow farm animals and sneak a few gulps from a good few dozen of them until I've had my fill.  I may be dead, but as Voltaire has said, we vampires have a commendable appetite.  Livestock is perfectly acceptable to me, but truly, human lifeblood is far superior, it's just an occasional indulgence for me since it's considerably harder to acquire without suspicion.  Don't worry, I don't bother humans without permission, but nobody besides my past... donors and now you are even aware of my little secret.  "

They weren't entirely sure how to feel about this new knowledge.

"Well, since you know about it now, you wouldn't mind letting me have some of yours, would you?  "

They went a bit pale in shock and confusion.

"I don't take much at all.  No more than the donation places would, I don't want to start a scene or suck you dry, just have a good taste of it.  And even if I could, well, I'm already rather full."

They looked down and for once took note of his body, as the pig had mostly hid him earlier.  He was much more the gluttonous, unusually healthy, heavyset sort of certain folklore rather than the slender Victorian variety. He was powerfully built but rather plump, and his fat middle strained against his shirt with what was presumably a belly full of blood.  He blushed a bit as they observed how bloated he was.  They felt themself blush too, particularly as they shyly reached out to gently rub him there, a little concerned that he looked a bit uncomfortable. They felt their face get even hotter as they look back up at him and nervously whispered something to him.

"Can I feel your tummy if I let you do it?"

"Oh yes, yes of course!  I'd appreciate it even without compensation, but I'll gladly take both."

He winked and reached to them so he could pull them beside him.  

"So you're going to bite my... neck?"

"That's one of the traditional places, yes.  Some prefer the abdomen because it's more easily hidden for repeat donors but the mark just looks like a bit of a gash to those unaware."

"I... could kinda go for the neck, actually."

He nodded.

"Now, it may sting a little at first but otherwise you won't feel much. What I will do is make a  cut that and suck up what comes out until I've hit the safe maximum.  Afterwards I'll lick it a bit to help stop the bleeding but you should seek attention once I'm done.  I make sure to be as neat as I can, I might be a bloodsucker but that messy, dribbling look makes my skin crawl and blood's a difficult stain too.  And we're trying to pass this off as something that could have come from a particularly sharp branch or accident with a knife or something else equally mundane.  This is also a notice that I cannot carry diseases due to being both dead and a machine, one that also regularly gets hot enough inside to kill virtually anything harmful.  I don't spread my condition either, or at least not until after you die.  I haven't heard of reports of undead livestock so I doubt it would do even that."

They nodded and turned around so they were face-to-face.  They were still as he found his mark and opened his mouth, showing a brief flash of two fairly short but very sharp fangs.  Like he had said, they felt nothing from the bite and only knew it had happened when they felt a bit of blood begin to drip down, then the soft nibbling and sucking of his mouth.  As they relaxed they reached out and started gently rubbing his middle as he sighed in pleasure from the taste of their blood.  It was fascinating watching and feeling him feed even if it wasn't very much.  Their other hand reached under his jawline and felt his neck as he swallowed small mouthfuls of the warm liquid, savoring the taste.  They moaned too as they felt the thick layer of chub over the firm, warm form of his overstuffed middle.  He really could be what he drank- a pig.  But he was so big and soft and irresistible to the touch, and the feeling of someone as huge and powerful as him so gently mouthing against their sensitive skin was wonderful.  All too soon, they felt him draw back to lap up the last of the blood.  

"There.  That's it."

They sighed and curled into his chest, making a gentle smile spread across his face as he licked a bit of stray blood from his corner of his lip.  The pressure against his swollen gut made him groan in pain as he realized he probably did go just a bit too far.  Usually his stomach was nearly silent, but overdoing it on the blood could give him some considerable grumbles.  He covered his mouth to stifle a burp.  They bent back a bit to give him a bit more room and tugged his straining pants button loose, letting his middle bulge forwards.

"It's so big..."

"What can I say?  I'm a big engine with a good appetite.  And if you look at living bloodsucking creatures, it's typical for them to feed this way.  Shame I don't get warm after eating like I used to.  It's whole reason I go for fresh blood whenever I can- because I like the heat.  And cold blood is disgusting.  It's best compared to warm milk or cooked food left to go cool."

They slowly rubbed the lower part of his belly, pressing their ear against it and marveling at the gurgling and sloshing inside.  Giggling a little, they swatted at his side to make the liquid inside wobble, triggering some more intense grumbles and a sizeable burp.

"Aw, did you swallow some air?"

He nodded a bit shyly.

They slowly kneaded into the bulge of his engorged middle to help work it out.  He groaned a bit from the pressure until the first belch worked its way up.  His tummy slowly softened as he burped more, until he seemed to relax and all they could feel were his heavy layers of fat and muscle and the malleable squish of the liquid inside.  

"Well, you'd best be going. I can't go anywhere anytime soon and surely you have other matters to attend to."

They sighed as they rested their head against his belly, then nodded, a bit of sadness in their eyes. But before they left, they playfully pulled his shirt up and kissed his middle, winking at him as they remembered what he had said earlier, before getting up and walking off.  He chuckled to himself and tugged it back down to help hide the bloating, though it wasn't something he could exactly hide easily.

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Later that night they were asleep, and dreamed that they met Gordon again.  Once again they felt his soft cheek brush against them as he made the incision in their neck and began to feed.  He was much smaller in the middle than he'd been when they saw him, though still noticeably round and plump.  Clearly he had not fed yet.  They were mildly concerned, until they looked at their wrist, noticing the "D" they usually drew there wasn't there.  They became acutely aware that this was a dream, and considerably relaxed, smiling as they got a wonderful idea.  After a bit, Gordon pulled back from drinking but they pressed him back.

"You can have more.  I have and endless supply."

"Y-You do?"

"Yes, go ahead and have all you want.  Make a bigger hole if you even want to."

His face lit up, though kept a hint of disbelief.  He bit a larger gash into them and they felt a considerable gush of blood flow out, which he greedily gulped down, struggling to keep up with the flow at times.  That gave them another idea, perhaps a bit of an evil one.  They willed the flow to increase until he could barely manage it, practically forcing the hot liquid down his throat.  Though he struggled with it, he found himself moan as he guzzled it down in thick swallows, feeling himself filling up rapidly.  As he was used to taking small, calculated drinks, being able to gorge so rapidly like this was amazingly satisfying.  

The only downside was just how fast they had filled him up.  They heard his swallows growing fainter and shuddery and felt his glutted middle, swollen with their endless supply of blood.  

"You full?"

He nodded.   He took one last gulp at the stream slowed before licking them and flopping back to relieve some of the pressure on his bloated gut.    

[belliesandburps]

Burpy Tidbits - Floyd Leech

In between working on a bunch of things at once AND getting my Patreon ready for launch, I wanted to get a few random thoughts cycling in my brain out to y’all.  So, here’s another series of random gibberish compiled together in what I’ll refer to as the “Burpy Tidbits.”  Because I’m trash and y’all knew it the moment you saw my freakin’ blog title.  ‘XD

Floyd Leech (Twisted Wonderland)

Anytime Floyd needs to burp, he will always grab his stomach and push into it as hard as he can.  Even if his stomach is flat and empty, Floyd loves squeezing things so much that he’ll even squeeze his own body to wring some gas out.  That’s why, even when he hasn’t eaten anything, whenever Floyd belches, it tends to be considerably loud.

Another reason for why Floyd burps so loudly is because of his abnormally large frame.  After all, he’s not-so-secretly a mer-eel-man, and it’s only through a magic concoction that he’s able to appear human, but still have a large physical frame as a result.  This also means that a lot more air gets stuck in his stomach than the average person.  That and, when he eats, he’s incredibly chatty and vocal, which also leads to more air getting sucked into his belly at once. 

Whenever Floyd is REALLY full, to the point where his round, pale belly is spilling onto his lap, he’ll slump back and whimper for the Prefect to “squeeze his tummy for him.”  So, they’ll press and hug Floyd’s big, sloshing tum over and over, and with each one, Floyd will let loose with a huge, tonsil-rattling belch, back to back.  His throat starts hurting after a while, but he’ll roll with it anyway.  He’ll occasionally make comments if it gets to be too much for him, comments like, “Haaaah...haaaaaah...that one hurt a lil bit...”  But he usually lets it ride out for as long as possible because, for as much as he loves squeezing people, he ADORES when the Prefect squeezes him right back.  And they’re always a little more eager to squeeze his belly, especially when it’s nice and full.  So part of him doesn’t wanna spoil their fun, especially if it means he gets squeezed some more.  :P

If Floyd knows the Prefect has a thing or two for bellies and burps (CinemaSins:  Rooooooooll credits!  *DING!*), then Floyd will wrap his arms around the Prefect and hug them right against his belly, squsihing them into it as it gurgles intensely.  And then, Floyd will throw his head back and let loose with the loudest, most forcefully aggressive belch you will have ever heard.  And he’ll squeeze his lil shrimp into his gut even more to push it out for as long as he can.

Floyd eats like a voracious pig, but often tends to squea with delight whenever food is really “yummy” to him.  But when he ravages a meal, he’ll be burping pretty frequently throughout his gorging, due to how fast he eats, how big every mouthful he swallows down tends to be, and how much air he sucks down into his belly all at once.  Whenever eating with his twin bro, Jade tends to pinch his brow and calmly apologize to everyone around them for his brothers eating habits and utter absence of table manners.  But Floyd just belches enormously in response, giggles and assures everyone it’s his tummy’s way of telling the chef that their cooking is really good.  There’s a very good reason Azul NEVER eats around Floyd...

If Floyd has swallowed someone whole, he’s gonna be burping pretty much constantly throughout the duration of his prey’s stay in his gut.  He can’t help but squeeze and grapple his belly, both out of a love of squeezing his stomach and trying to restrain his squirming prey.  This often causes a lot of air to go rushing up his gullet.  But he also constantly gulps air down because he can’t let his prey suffocate.  After all, he’d be expelled if he did that! 

Floyd is so excitable and manic that he’s actually very happy and eager to get into burping contests whenever challenged by Ruggie or Ace.  They give him a run for his money, but I headcanon that because he’s so much larger than everyone else, Floyd’s burps are the most forceful of the lot.  Sometimes, he’ll even initiate a burping contest with anyone he hears just randomly burp around campus.  If they refuse...cue the dilated pupils and psycho stare of death.  At which point, they phone it in, Floyd blows them away, and starts hopping up and down, giggling excitedly that he won. 

The way the Leech Bros bodies work on land is a little different than in water.  I headcanon that they both tend to take in more air by default since in their true forms, that’s just how their gills function.  Meaning at any given moment, both Floyd and Jade tend to have a bit of an excess of air in their stomachs.  The difference is that Jade is a very subtle, calm and collected person and knows how to very discretely let out these muted burps in private so as to not be rude.  And Floyd, in contrast, will just randomly let out a HUGE burp, then grin innocently like nothing happened, or just giggle like a blue-haired idiot if it startled anyone.  XD

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Prompt: their first time out to eat together, Yuuri gets really burpy and is horribly embarrassed. But Viktor "IDGAF" Nikiforov is all, "It's no big deal" and proves it to him ;)

*I’m feeling much better now! (At least I can breathe through my nose again). Here you go, anon! :)

Yuuri was feeling mortified at the moment.

He was out for dinner at a nice family restaurant, one of those places that served the low budget but large portion meals that Yuuri loved to indulge in every once in a while.

And indulge himself, he did. He had ordered a large serving of his favorite beef stew with an extra large bowl of rice. And he even added a small plate of tempura on the side as well.

Now after finishing the large meal, Yuuri found himself trying in vain to keep in the bubbling burps that were threatening to come out of him.

What may have also caused him to eat too much was the fact that he was not alone at the moment. For the first time, he was out having a meal with his all-time idol/crush and new coach, Victor Nikiforov. Being as nervous as he felt, the Japanese man began to overeat due to it.

“Yuuri, that katsu curry was so yummy! And the pork cutlet was so huge- almost the size of my face!” Victor cheered as he sipped his after-meal coffee.

Even feeling as gassy as he was, Yuuri couldn’t help but smile at the Russian man. Victor wasn’t anything like he had expected his idol to be.

The real Victor Nikiforov was even better than he could ever imagined.

“So, Yuuri! What other places is there to visit around here? You can show me them tomorrow!” Victor looked excited as his eyes sparkled at him.

Yuuri blushed by being stared at like that. As the Japanese man opened his mouth to reply, he immediately shut it a small burp slipped out.

Thankfully it was quiet enough that Victor didn’t seem to notice it as he was already moving on to talk about another subject.

Yuuri carefully put his fist to his mouth, trying to stifle the burps that were starting to force their way out of him. That ‘pre-burp’ that escaped him seemed to be like an opening for the rest of his burps to escape.

As the Russian talked, the Japanese man was too focused on trying to keep his burps as quiet as possible.

Uuurrrrrppppp…. Yuuri let out a soft but long airy burp, blushing brightly as he quickly looked up to check to see if the other had heard it. Thankfully, it seemed that Victor didn’t.

Yuuri became grateful that Victor was such a chatterbox and didn’t even notice his quietness. Yuuri discreetly placed his palm over his mouth as more and more airy burps tumbled out of him.

Finally, after a while Victor seemed to notice his companion’s silence and paused in his story about playing with Makkachin to look at the other, properly this time. “Yuuri, are you okay? You’ve been pretty quiet for a while.”

Yuuri hoped that he didn’t look as panic as he felt as he nodded his head, his hand still over his mouth as more gas started to build up inside him.

Victor now looked worried as he tilted his head to observe him closely. “Are you sure? You look kind of ill…do you need to vomit?” He asked gently.

Yuuri was seriously sweating now as he mumbled something incoherent behind his hand. If he said something now, he would definitely let out a giant burp.

And there was no way he would be able to survive if he burped in front of Victor freaking Nikiforov.

His coach was now frowning at him, not able to understand Yuuri’s reply. “Hm? I can’t understand you with your hand over your mouth.” And to the Japanese man’s horror, Victor leaned forward as he took Yuuri’s hand and gently pried it away from his mouth. “So what did you say, Yuuri?” Victor smiled at him as he held the other’s hand in his.

Yuuri stupidly opened his mouth at that moment, wanting to tell Victor to let go of his hand, but instead of words, as he had anticipated a large belch ended up coming out instead.

UUUUUUURRRRRPPPPP!

Yuuri heated up as his face turned a dark red. The Japanese man quickly slapped both his hands over his mouth, looking completely horrified.

Victor looked just as stunned and had his jaw dropped as he stared at the other in shock as well.

Many things were now running through the Japanese man’s mind, his main thought screaming at how Victor would think that he really was a pig and how disgusting he was and how now the other would definitely dropped him as his skater and fly straight back to Russia.

The two stared at each other in silence for about thirty seconds, with Yuuri waiting for the other to do or say any of the things he was imagining and finally leave him.

Finally, Victor opened his mouth but instead of the cruel words he had been expecting, Yuuri was completely caught off guard as the other began to laugh very loudly.

Yuuri blushed even more as he looked around the restaurant. Thankfully none of the other patrons were paying any attention to him and the uncontrollably laughing man in from of him.

Finally Victor’s laughter subsided but he was still grinning widely at Yuuri, wiping away a tear at the corner of his eye from laughing too much. “Oh my god, that was amazing Yuuri! You really let out a good one there.”

Yuuri blushed even hotter but looked stunned by his coach actually giving him a compliment for burping. “You don’t think I’m a disgusting pig and then decide to leave me to go back to Russia?”

Victor looked taken aback at that but then chuckled as he shook his head. “Of course not! I can never think about leaving you and I don’t see you as disgusting at all! I see you as a cute piggy, if anything else.” The Russian grinned as he gave him a wink.

Yuuri spluttered at being called cute but before he could reply with actual words, Victor began to speak again, “And that burp you let out just now was really good- ooh, hold on!”

Victor gave his chest a few pounds with his fist before he opened his mouth and let out a giant belch even louder than Yuuri’s had been. It was loud enough that some of the restaurant’s patrons glanced around to see where the noise was coming from and it made some kids a few tables away giggle at the sound.

UUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPP!

Yuuri looked speechless as his idol just burped in front of him, and it sounded way grosser and wetter than anything he had ever let out.

But Victor didn’t look at all concern about burping in public as he gave his chest one more pound, letting out a small but sharp burp out and giving Yuuri a bright grin, “How was that, Yuuri? My burp went way longer than yours did but I couldn’t tell if it was louder. But my burp was still better than yours, right?” He asked, looking very proud of himself.

Yuuri was still in a state of shock of everything that just happened but he couldn’t help but find Victor very cute at the moment (well, he was always cute, but now he was more cuter than usual right now).

Even when Yuuri was feeling at his worst, Victor would always make me feel better, no matter what.

As he thought, the real Victor Nikiforov was truly the best.

Yuuri gave the Russian a fond smile as he nodded his head shyly. “Yeah, it was very impressive, Victor.”