Here's all the casual touchy guzmeria nonsense I've used for gif and color practice.
If you're not a blog that posts belly kink stuff with some regularity, I'd prefer if you didn't reblog this.
“This is so stupid,” Pao says, not for the first time.
“It’s not meant to be smart, it’s meant to be a challenge,” Diego reminds her. She eyes him skeptically. “Oh, come on. You’re not backing out now, are you?”
“Hell no,” Pao insists. “I’m just reminding you that you’re stupid.”
Diego laughs as he adjusts his phone, the camera aimed at them at his kitchen table, hitting the record button. Each of them has a two liter bottle of Sprite set in front of their chairs as he rejoins her, taking his seat next to her again.
“Okay, you know the rules,” Diego says. “Try to drink the whole thing without burping. Whoever burps first loses.”
“You are so on,” Pao says, unscrewing the top of her bottle. “Just say the word.”
Diego unscrews the top on his own bottle and takes a deep breath before he announces, “Okay, go.”
Pao pulls the bottle up to her mouth and starts to gulp it down. It’s crisp and cold, fizzling down her throat as she swallows a few huge sips down into her belly. She can hear Diego doing the same thing next to her, gulping down Sprite as fast as he can.
Her eyes burn a little as the carbonation starts coursing down into her belly. Fizzing bubbles pop in the lower swell of her stomach as she keeps swallowing until she needs to stop for air.
“Already stopping?” Diego asks, panting a little.
“I need air, I’m a human being,” Pao teases back. She definitely has a ton of air in her already, filling her up from the soda. Her stomach rumbles as some of the carbonated gas wants to come up, but she swallows and forces it to stay down. She’s determined to win.
Pao picks the two liter bottle up in both hands and brings it back to her mouth. Opening up her throat, she starts gulping down as much as she can, as fast as she can. Her confidence has her drinking faster. She thinks she’s outpacing Diego, and when she turns her head to check, she can see that he’s still drinking, just more slowly than she is.
As Pao is forcing it down, her stomach rolls, then tries to push it back up. She has to pull the bottle away from her mouth and clamp her hand over her lips, breathing hard as she swallows over and over to keep it all down. Her stomach feels like it’s rapidly filling with liquid and carbonation, and it’s already starting to hurt. The pit of her belly is gurgling, a continuous glug-glug-glug like a clogged drain.
She looks at her bottle, swishing it a little. There’s still a little more than half left, and she puts her hand on her stomach.
“Fuck, I’m already so bloated,” she curses. Her tummy is rounded and inflated under her hand, and she can feel the gas moving around as the Sprite rushing into her belly bubbles. Her stomach groans loudly, and she rubs her hand hard across the front swell.
“Me, too,” Diego says. When Pao looks over at him, she can see him kneading the top of his belly. He’s definitely getting bloated too; his t-shirt is getting tight on his belly. “Oh, I want to burp.”
“Go ahead, then I win,” Pao challenges him. Her stomach is starting to hurt, right in the middle of her belly, where the Sprite is filling her up and making her belly tight and crampy.
“You can’t win,” Diego shoots right back, bringing his bottle back up.
Pao won’t let him get ahead of hers. She keeps rubbing her stomach as she brings the soda bottle up again. The pressure in her stomach is expanding more rapidly than she’s ever thought possible. Every time she swallows, she can hear the Sprite sloshing into her stomach.
Her tummy snarls before a low, watery gurgle rumbles through the pit of her belly. Her stomach cramps again as burbles move upwards through her belly. The gas inside her snarls and the liquid filling her stomach glugs, and the carbonation roils upwards, but she forces it to stay down with another thick swallow before she continues chugging the Sprite.
It feels like her stomach is inflating. It feels huge, filling more and more with liquid and pressure. In her peripheral vision, she can see Diego rubbing his stomach hard, putting the bottle down for a second.
She takes down a few more swallows of Sprite, each one sloshing into her belly until she needs to breathe again. Only when she needs air does she put the bottle down again. The gassy, carbonated bubbles in her belly feel like they’re multiplying exponentially. She’s over halfway through the bottle now, and the amount of liquid in her stomach is sloshing and gurgling with every gulp downwards.
“Oh, fuck, I feel so sick,” Diego groans, clutching his stomach. His stomach heaves, but he quickly brings his hand up over his mouth and swallows thickly, keeping everything down and refusing to burp.
Pao wishes he would just give up. Her stomach is really starting to hurt, but she still has so much more to go. This was a mistake.
Diego’s stomach snarls audibly. Pao can hear the bubbling in his tummy as he rubs at it again, bowing his head over the table, breathing heavily. She tries not to listen; it’s only making the pressure in her belly feel worse.
Leaning forward a little, Pao kneads at her own tummy. A long, low rumble gurgles through the pit of her stomach. Her chest tingles with the fizzy carbonation as her stomach groans, feeling full and tight and heavy already. She moans as a bubble tries to move upwards from her distended belly, but she swallows it back down, feeling another gurgle move through her lower stomach as she forces it down.
“God, I don’t feel good,” Pao whines, rubbing across the front of her stomach. The bottle sits ominously in front of her. She has to win.
Even as she strokes her stomach, though, she can feel how the liquid is rolling back and forth. It sloshes with every slight movement, like a stormy sea, and another burble of gas tries to escape. She presses her lips together tightly, clamping her hand over her mouth, and feels the pressure ballooning in her belly, expanding and building and filling her up.
A long, wet, gurgling churn rumbles through her stomach. It flips as all the liquid tries to come back up, but she shakes her head and forces it back down. Her stomach feels so tight and full and bloated, but she’s not done yet.
“I’m…” Diego starts, then drops his head onto his arms, folded on the table. “Fuck. Do you hear that?”
Pao can hear her stomach and his. It’s like sick waves are crashing in both of them. The gurgling is so loud from both of them, she’s sure it’ll be audible on the recording.
“I don’t…” Diego says. He stops, rubbing across the front of his belly slowly, breathing heavily through his mouth.
This is Pao’s chance to win.
She takes a few deep breaths, then brings the bottle back up to her lips. The first swallow threatens to come back up immediately, but she fights through the gag and keeps gulping. The Sprite fills up her belly in continuous streams; she can hear and feel it filling her up, the constant plopping glug-glug-glugs as she forces it into the liquid already filling her belly.
Her stomach is really feeling like a disgusting balloon. It’s just filled with liquid and air, feeling like it’s stretching as far as it can stretch as she tries to force more down.
“Goddamnit,” Diego groans at her side before she hears him start gulping again, too.
He can’t win. She’s already come this far, and her stomach is getting so upset. She can’t lose now.
Bubbles of carbonated gas won’t stop rumbling up in her belly. The carbonation keeps trying to force itself back up, and with every swallow downwards, the sloshing gurgles in her belly get more aggressive. A bubbly churn twists her stomach loudly, and she moans through the sip she’s taking of the Sprite.
The urge to burp is becoming almost unbearable. She feels like a pressure cooker that needs to explode. Every belch she fights back makes her stomach gurgle loudly again, making the whole thing so much worse, and nausea is starting to spike rapidly in her belly up towards her throat.
Pao is able to force down a few more swallows of Sprite, sloshing into her belly and filling her up heavily like she’s an overinflated balloon, before she has to stop and fight back another gag. Her stomach gurgles so loudly that she puts her hand on it in surprise, feeling queasy rumbles ripple right under her hand.
A series of liquidy squelches gurgle through her stomach. When she looks down, she’s surprised at how round and bloated her stomach is.
“I don’t feel good,” Diego groans. “I don’t—” He pants for a second. “I really… I really don’t feel good. This was so stupid, my stomach is so upset, it hurts so much, I feel so sick—”
“Then burp and get it up,” Pao tells him, picking up her bottle again. She only has a little bit left, and she takes a few breaths before she brings it to her lips again.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Diego complains at her side.
Pao doesn’t answer, working hard on gulping down the last of her Sprite. She breathes hard through her nose as she forces it down. Her throat keeps giving these little gurgly spasms, but she fights through them, refusing to let a burp come up.
By the time she manages to get the last sips down, she feels like she’s about to explode. Her stomach has expanded so much, and there’s so much Sprite in her that she knows it’s not going to stay down. She can feel the way it wants to come back up already.
“D…” Pao pauses, rubbing across her stomach. A huge gurgle works noisily through her, and she groans, clutching her belly. “D… Done…”
Her tummy won’t stop churning and bubbling. She groans again, continuing to rub her bloated belly. At her side, Diego forces down another sip of Sprite before he puts the bottle back down harshly. He’s gulping over and over, forcefully swallowing.
“I can’t…” His hand flies to his stomach, stroking in circles over and over. “Oh, my fucking God, I feel so sick, I have to… I can’t…”
A loud, wet squelch moves through his belly before it bubbles and churns audibly, an unending series of gurgles sounding from his belly before he clamps his hand over his mouth and belches deeply, giving up the game.
Pao wishes she felt successful over him losing and her finally winning, but she just feels so sick that she doesn’t have space for any other feelings right now. And she feels even sicker when Diego clutches his stomach, turns to the side, and retches, burping up a massive rush of Sprite onto the floor.
“Fuck,” Diego curses. He groans, then whines, “I have to throw up, I’m going to throw up—” before gagging, then vomiting up another wave of fizzling liquid. He lets out a massive burp, then another, then another before he pukes again, Sprite falling out of his mouth in a waterfall onto the floor.
Pao has to look away. Her stomach feels like it won’t stop moving, non-stop sloshing inside of her. Now that Diego has burped, she can allow it, too, and still be the winner, but she feels like more will come up if she does allow a belch. She keeps fighting it, just to be safe.
Her stomach won’t stop bubbling. It’s like her insides are toxic, violent sloshes and gurgles and burbles crashing through her belly in waves. All the Sprite in her stomach is swirling, building up more nauseating gas. The need to burp is getting more and more intense, almost to the point of being excruciating, and her stomach gurgles loudly and unendingly.
Pao palms at her belly, trying to massage the huge, rumbling bloat inside of her into calming down. Her stomach feels taut and rigid under her hand, like a balloon that’s been inflated to the point of bursting. Her heart is pounding as nausea spikes inside of her, her belly forcing up a series of sick burbles as the bloated pressure tries to bubble up her throat.
Leaning back, rubbing her stomach in desperate circles with both hands, she still can’t make any room. It feels like a riptide in her stomach, waves sloshing and currents churning through the two liters of fizzy Sprite stuffed into her belly.
Her chest burns. Her hands are shaking a little bit, her body getting a little jittery from the rapid influx of sugary soda and carbonated gas. She can feel herself sweating.
“God, my stomach hurts, I feel so sick,” Diego groans before he lurches up to his feet. “I’m going to the bathroom, I have to throw up again.”
Pao watches him bolt off, clutching his stomach in both hands. He looks bloated, too, and she can hear another huge, sick belch erupt out of him just before she hears their apartment’s bathroom door slam shut.
The pressure building up in her belly from refusing to burp is starting to make her feel dangerously close to exploding. Her mouth fills with thick, sweet saliva that she gulps back, clamping one hand over her mouth and the other over her gurgling stomach as she looks towards the phone camera.
Carbonated gas keeps rising up, swelling her stomach until she doesn’t think it can feel any more full, or tight, or upset. A deep, wet glluuuuurrrrrrkkkkk churns through her middle, the pit of her stomach bubbling as she hunches forward. The soda in her sloshes like a wave when she moves forward, churning up with the gas. The back of her throat thickens as her stomach glorps. She feels like she’s a shaken bottle of soda— which, basically, she is.
The weight in her stomach feels like it’s multiplying, the Sprite sloshing to build up more and more and more gas. These tight, squelching, bubbling gurgles keep moving through her packed tummy, squirming their way across the dense mass that her stomach has become. Her chest feels tight, she’s barely able to get a breath in, and her stomach lurches.
A churning, gurgling slosh rockets upwards in her stomach, snarling up into her throat. She rubs her stomach hard, clamping her hand over her mouth, trying to keep it down as a heavy, nauseating pulse rushes upwards.
Her throat tightens again as she feels everything in her stomach hitch upwards, accompanied by a nauseated grumble from her belly. Her jaw clenches as her mouth fills again with thick spit. A long, drawn out gurrrrrrgle runs through her belly as the pressure builds, stomach sloshing, followed by a huge, heavy blorrrrrrp. The top of her belly is huge and bloated and rounded out with the gas and carbonation, while the bottom of her belly is heavy and full of sloshing, fizzy soda. A thick wave of nausea shudders through her upset stomach
She can’t keep it back anymore. When another hollow growl rumbles through her belly and pressure rises in a huge bubble again, she can’t hold back. The back of her throat thickens again as everything inside her lurches upwards and she lets out a huge, long, rumbling belch.
Pao groans, nauseated, right before another burp forces itself out of her. She rubs her stomach, moans, “Mmmm… Fuck,” and burps again, violently and nearly a retch.
Down the hall, she hears Diego vomit with volume and force, and her own stomach churns harder. She keeps trying to rub her belly with both hands, desperate to get the gas up before she actually gets sick, but it quickly becomes apparent that it’s far too late for that.
“Oh, fuck,” she curses again. Her stomach is gurgling so loudly she thinks they’ll be able to hear it on the recording as she rubs at it with a queasy groan. “I feel so sick, I can’t… Fuck, I’m going to be sick—”
When Pao’s stomach hitches upwards again with another nauseating wave and a swirl of her stomach, she can’t hold back. There’s too much inside of her, and when her belly heaves upwards, soda rolling in thick waves in her belly to send Sprite sloshing in a wave up her throat, she folds forward over the table.
She barely has time to suck in a breath before the Sprite surges up in a huge gush. A massive rush of fizzy liquid belches from the pit of her stomach, and she gasps before another one comes up immediately, her stomach cramping and surging and contracting to push everything up as quickly as possible. She burps a low, deep, rumbling burp before she gags and heaves up another huge surge of soda. The table is splattered with the mess as she retches up another wave, this one bringing up some of the macaroni-and-cheese she’d had for lunch.
“Fuuuuuck,” she groans before she belches again, clutching her stomach. She abandons the table, the phone, and the empty bottles, sprinting for the bathroom. She slams inside to find Diego curled over the toilet.
“Go away,” he moans, but she shoves him bodily out of the way so she can belch into the toilet water, cough, and then retch up another substantial surge of Sprite and mac-and-cheese. “Jesus fucking Christ, Pao—”
“Get out of my way,” she spits at him, clutching her stomach as she falls to her knees and burps violently into the toilet again. “You’re so fucking stupid.”
“You’re so fucking stupid,” he shoots right back at her.
“You’re the one who wanted to make the video,” Pao reminds him before her stomach snarls and she groans, belching into the bowl. “Fuck—”
Another massive belch bursts out of her before she’s gagging up another gush from her stomach. It’s so fizzy and acidic that her throat and chest and belly all feel like they’re burning, and Diego’s vomit already in the toilet isn’t helping at all.
Diego scrambles backwards, lurching for the sink just in time for Pao to hear him retch again. She hears him cough once, twice, and then there’s the sound of liquid splattering in the basin of the sink as he pukes.
And she drank more than him.
Pao kneads at her stomach with a low groan before she burps, the water rippling.
“At least I won,” she says, and Diego coughs around a laugh before he’s vomiting into the sink again. The sound makes her bloated stomach swirl, and she leans forward, coughing before she’s burping up another effortless wave of fizzling Sprite and a gurgling belch of gas, wondering how long it’ll take to get two liters of soda out of her belly.
This self indulgent nonsense (SIN) was brought to you by the 8 people who told me this was a good idea… Just a good old fashioned stuffing comic I drew a while back.
tfw you take a greedy little bunny and fatten her into a mindless overfed pig 🤭 there are like barely 4-5 months between these two pics……i lowkey can’t believe how much blubber i’ve piled onto her
@gainingbunnyy is going to be obese in 2026 i promise 🥰
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