here's my intro + chapter 1, i tried to make my characters more feisty and do more bickering, can't wait to see where this leads me, i hope you like them! (oh and title ideas are welcome, as is the grammar police, as usual)
i have yet to introduce them but in the meantime, in order of apparition, we have Cajou, Berry and Mure
Shit. I've done it again, written something erotic. I guess. You probably already know it but English is not my first language. I really really hope you don't hate it because I liked writing it.
Tw: mentions of alcohol intake and being hungover
Cw: explicit sexual content
They had stayed up far too late that night. They had also been drinking—enough to feel it, though not to the point of being sick. Still, she could feel the aftermath now as she opened her eyes and reached for the glass of water on her nightstand.
The room was bright, her head throbbed lightly, and her mouth was dry. Beside her, he was still asleep, his chest rising and falling with steady, deep breaths. She lay still, watching him, until suddenly—almost as if he had sensed her eyes on him—he turned over and blinked awake.
When he smiled at her, her chest tightened.
“What time is it?” His voice was rough, and he cleared his throat.
“I have no idea. I’d have to check my phone, but I don’t even remember where I left it.” She gave a little shrug.
He chuckled. “Are you okay? We definitely got a bit drunk.”
“I think so,” she said, smiling. “I’ll get us some water—and maybe my phone, if I can find it.” She winked at him before sliding out of bed, still completely naked.
That was the best part of living on the top floor: she could walk around naked whenever she wanted.
In the kitchen, she spotted her phone on the table. It was early—too early. They’d only had about four hours of sleep. No wonder she felt restless; she never slept well after drinking. God, maybe she was still a little drunk.
She padded back to the bedroom and paused in the doorway, taking him in. He was lying on his back, arms folded behind his head, nothing but a thin sheet across his hips. His hair was a mess, his eyes still heavy with sleep, and that smile with the dimples—it unraveled her completely.
She handed him the glass of water and climbed back into bed. He sat up, downed it in one go, and then let out a loud burp.
“Excuse me,” he said with a laugh. “Guess I’m still drunk.” Another burp slipped out—and then his whole body jolted.
She pretended not to notice, but she definitely had. Desperate to seem normal, she kept talking.
“Yeah, I thought the same. And it’s only seven, so we could just go back to sleep.”
“HUCK! Excuse me. What?”
Her breath caught. The hiccup had been so loud it nearly knocked the words out of her mouth. She forced herself to keep calm.
“It’s only seven,” she repeated, a little louder.
“Really? So we b–barely slept.” Another hiccup shook him mid-sentence, and he tapped his chest with a sigh.
“Mhm. Do you want to try going back to sleep?”
“Maybe, but—huck!” He cleared his throat, grimacing. “Ugh. Hiccups…”
“Aww, my poor boy,” she teased, sliding closer until she was nestled against him.
Another silent jolt rippled through him, shaking the mattress. He smiled, a little flustered, and that only made her melt. He was hot and adorable at the same time, and she could barely stand it. She wrapped her arm around him. He turned onto his side, letting her press close, and she rested her hand on his stomach.
“Mm, this f–feels good,” he murmured, another hiccup rippling through both of them. She felt his tummy pop beneath her palm, the motion carrying through his back as well. To her, it was heaven.
He didn’t even seem to mind them—just let them come, steady and rhythmic, every few seconds. Maybe it was nothing to him, but to her, it was everything. Her pulse was racing, her sex throbbing. She was in her own world, and he had no idea how badly she wanted him.
Then his body lifted differently beneath her hand—he was yawning. She tensed, waiting to see if the hiccups would interrupt.
“HUP!”
The loudest one yet. She nearly shivered.
He chuckled, clearing his throat. “Excuse me. I usually never g-uck! get the hiccups.”
Her face burned with a flush of pleasure she prayed he couldn’t see. Hearing someone talk about hiccups while still hiccupping—it was heaven.
She traced circles on his stomach, trying to sound casual. Her voice came out softer than she intended. “Really? You don’t get them often?”
“Mm-mm,” he hummed, chest vibrating against her. Another sharp jolt cut him off. “HUP! God—” He laughed under his breath and shook his head. “Not like this, anyway.”
Not like this? Her curiosity burned, but she bit her lip instead of pressing him. “Guess last night really did a number on you.”
He turned his head just enough for her to see his smile. “Or may-huck! maybe it’s the company.” Another jolt, another sigh. “Jeez.”
She laughed with him, though her heart was pounding for other reasons. “Oh, so you’re blaming me now? Am I making you nervous?” she teased, giving his side a light squeeze.
“Could be.” His tone was playful, but there was something softer underneath it, like he was testing the words. Another hiccup punched out of him, and he groaned. “Ah, man. Hup!—sorry. This is so… not sexy.”
She giggled, kissing the back of his neck and trailing down his spine. His breathing changed under her mouth, and she prayed he’d let her keep going. The hiccups kept coming, steady little jolts that made her smile against his skin.
“Oh, I don’t know,” she murmured, kissing the small of his back. “I think it’s pretty cute.”
He groaned, half embarrassed, half aroused. Another hiccup lifted his ribs under her hand. “Cute? God, that’s not what I—hup!—was going for.”
“Mhm.” She bit gently at his shoulder blade, making him gasp. “Lucky for you, I have a thing for cute.”
He laughed softly—then another hiccup burst out, muffled between his teeth. His whole back vibrated against her lips. He half-turned, eyes darker now, tangled with both need and self-consciousness.
“You’re really—hup!—gonna do this while I…” He trailed off as another hit, and she only smiled, dragging her nails down his stomach.
“What? While you what?” she teased, all innocence, as her hand brushed lower.
He exhaled, voice low and strained. “While I… hiccup like an idiot.”
She grinned, leaning to whisper in his ear: “Maybe I like the way you sound.”
That made him shiver—whether from her words or the hiccup that followed, she couldn’t tell. Probably both.
He turned toward her then, his eyes hungry. Another silent jolt shook his chest, and he cleared his throat, smiling sheepishly.
For a moment, he just looked at her, caught between laughter and desire. Then—“Hmk!”—another hiccup broke through, and he groaned, grinning despite himself. “God—these are relentless.”
She slid her hand up to his chest, feeling his heartbeat thrum beneath her palm. “I told you,” she whispered, brushing her lips against his collarbone. “I don’t mind.” She giggled softly, kissing higher until she reached his jaw.
He kissed her back, slow and unhurried, but every few seconds another hiccup jolted them apart, and she swallowed the little grunts that came with them. It made her dizzy with want.
And then suddenly he snapped. He grabbed her wrists, pinning her beneath him, hunger written all over his face.
“I need you—HUCK!”
The loud hiccup barely slowed him. He kissed her nipple, and the jolt of pleasure shot straight to her core. She moaned, trembling under him.
“God, I need you too. Don’t stop.”
His tongue circled her nipple, teasing it perfectly. With his mouth open, his next hiccup came out as a loud HOCK! He chuckled shyly against her skin, but seeing her flushed and panting told him she wasn’t about to let hiccups get in the way.
He kissed lower, brushing over her stomach, and she shivered.
“Please,” she moaned.
“Plea-hup! Please what?” he teased.
Her breath caught. “Please don’t stop. It feels so good.”
He grinned and kissed further down. A surprised hiccup slipped out when he saw her—soft, glistening, and so wet it made his head spin.
“Wow. I love it,” he whispered before pressing his mouth to her clit.
A muffled hmk! jolted him back, and she nearly came from just that. A whimper broke from her lips, unstoppable.
He slipped two fingers inside her, slow and sure, while his tongue played at her clit.
“HOCK!” The hiccup shook his whole body through his open mouth, breaking his rhythm for a moment, and he laughed against her before carrying on.
The anticipation was maddening. Each hiccup came, then a pause—long enough to wonder if they were gone—before another sudden jolt made him bounce slightly against her. Relentless, just like he’d said. Perfect.
He sat up, still massaging her G-spot with those gentle fingers. Looking at her flushed face, he smiled.
“God, this is so p-huck! perfect.”
The words, the hiccup, the pressure of his fingers—it sent her over the edge harder than she’d ever felt before. Her body tightened around him again and again, and he stayed with her, working her through it.
Normally, that would have been enough. Not this time. She wanted more. Needed him.
He pulled her upright, and for a moment they just looked at each other, smiling, breathing. Another silent hiccup tugged at his throat, and he rolled his eyes. She laughed, pulling him down with her.
He was hard, ready, and he slid into her slowly. She whimpered, shivering, and he moved again, and again. His mouth was by her ear now, his hiccups muffled as he tried to hold them in. The little bursts of air through his nose made her shiver all the more.
But when his own excitement built, he opened his mouth, and the next one punched through. “HUP! Shit, excuse me,” he whispered, not stopping.
It pushed her over again, her whole body shaking as she screamed softly with pleasure. He thrust harder, riding the waves with her until he came too, collapsing against her.
“Wow. That was… something else. HUCK!”
“Still going?” she teased with a giggle.
“Unbelievable,” he muttered, rolling onto his back.
“I told you—I don’t mind,” she said with a smile.
“I noticed,” he said, winking.
They were both exhausted, drunk on too little sleep and too much pleasure. She turned onto her side, and he curled against her, his stomach still popping against her back every few seconds. Within minutes, though, his breathing evened out, and she realized his hiccups were finally gone.
Smiling to herself, she closed her eyes and let sleep take her too.
I spent most of yesterday stuffing myself, and after dinner I was bloated and I couldn't stop belching. I got the hiccups too, and managed to get a lot of it recorded -- it was so hot.
Also, this is my first time posting original audio, but maybe I'll have to do more in the future :)
While it is an absolute joy to watching someone struggle with speaking through hiccups, it is equally delightful to imagine someone trying to focus on their companion as they speak while trying to ignore and smother hiccups.
Are you casually covering your mouth with your hand? Are you readjusting yourself? Are you swallowing down as you continue to hiccup? Are you craning you neck down during a cluster as you look up toward the speaker?
Did you just pat your chest? Did the hiccups encourage a soft belch you put a fist up to your mouth to suppress?
Are your little verbal responses like "uh hm, mmm, sure" being interrupted by hiccups breaking through your attempts at keeping them quiet leading you to excuse yourself?
"Scuse me! Humpk!"
The person you're speaking with, are they simply smiling in mild amusement at your predicament? Did they fumble over a word getting distracted by your movement and sounds? Are they flustered when you feel one of those back-to-back clusters hit you and you grunt a little or give a little "whew!" as you take a breath after?
Do you keep your answers short even though you're normally way more verbose? And why do they keep encouraging you to talk? Keep asking you more involved questions?
Why are they shifting in their seat like they're uncomfortable and keep clearing their throat and rubbing their head, threading their fingers through their hair?
Can't they see you're struggling and you don't want these things to get too loud? You know it's annoying, but they don't seem to mind.
But another person starts talking in the friend group and you try and pay attention to them, grateful to have the pressure taken off you. You can hear your hiccups in your ears and hope they aren't as audible to everyone else as they are to you. You hope they don't hear the small grunts "hmms" you can also hear yourself making.
You struggle to follow the conversation as you catch the previous talker now glancing at you, watching your ridiculous choreography meant to not draw attention to your belly jerking and your shoulders jostling, but just ends up accentuating the hiccups instead.
Finally, you just give up the attempt at posing and relax your body, letting the hiccups have their way with your body, though respectfully you do muffle them for the benefit of others.
Ultimately you decide to take a walk, excusing yourself because your chest is starting to ache from holding them in. The one who was staring at you excuses themselves, too, offering to walk with you. With a smile, you accept.
"Kinda ru-Humpk!-rude try--ing to m-Hup'k!-ake me t-Hmpk!Hmpk!-talk-HUCK!-uh..." you say.
"I dunno, man. Just wanted to...make sure you weren't feeling left out," they reply with a wink.
"What am I gon--na do w-Hmpk!Hmpk!-uh-Hup!Hup!H'up!-ah! With you?" You take a deep breath before more hiccups steal it, rubbing the middle of your chest at the tightness so many hiccups in a row caused.
They shrug, "I can offer suggestions..."
You roll your eyes upward and chuckle, letting your rib cage jolt your body with more hiccups.
"Atti-Hic!-Atticus..."
"Otto..." they echo.
You look around for seclusion, shadow, isolation. You're used to hiding due to your past experiences in questionable life choices. Who knew it would become so useful at this point in your life? You certainly couldn't have predicted any of this.
You put a hand on your belly to feel it jiggle and pooch as you nod to an area you've found. A smaller hand joins yours and you lead it underneath yours as you match their smaller steps going towards the goal.
I don't know what you fed me baby, but I can't stop eating. And my tummy hurts so bad...fuck this shirt is too tight. And you want me to wear it? Oh God is that my belly? I look like a chunky little piglet. What do you mean I need *uuurp* a good belly rub? Mmph....
Excited about having a day to myself tomorrow. Considering fulfilling a long term goal of a buffet or fast food for every meal, as much as I can stand.
Would anyone be willing to sponsor such a stuffing? You would get custom pics and videos and I will happily chat with you while I’m stuffing the entire time.
You could have me looking like this by noon and bursting buttons by 1.
Yesterday I had the pleasure of attending the opening reception of STUFFED: Fat Pervs Unite! at Co-Prosperity ☁️ It was truly a pinch-me experience to go to a gallery solely dedicated to fat liberation and sensuality, together. I got to view works from artists I’ve followed for years! I’m over the moon that it’s here in Chicago! The gallery is open to the public until Dec 12th.
Stuffed Fat Pervs Unite November 1st - December 12th, 2025 Curated by: Anna Mirzayan Featuring work from: Jesse Egner, Ren Buchnes
Unruly bodies, filth, excess, ephemeral encounters… STUFFED explores the intersection of fat and queer communities through the fantasy space of perversion. Some pieces directly engage with mythology and biblical struggle, while others make public the private of cyber intimacy. By featuring all fat, queer artists, the works in this show illuminate the vibrant communities that have blossomed at the intersection of fat liberation, queerness, and anti-imperialist struggles.
germansingergirl
kianamaiart
areudirty
andulkaphoto
romaincrisis
snowghoul
yousharknotpass
prguitarman
baratheonpilled
origamiaround
vaporwave
