Summary: You've got a raging burp kink and a partner who's willing to try anything twice. They record a soda chug for you, and wind up enjoying it more than they thought they would.
Contains: burping, liquid bloating, hiccups
Rating: sfw. (with some light horny undertones)
The video on your phone starts with a low, staticky rumble. You can't immediately identify the sound, but it's deep, and loud enough to clip the audio. The frame jostles around as somebody fumbles to get the camera into position. It eventually comes to rest on Drew, sitting at their desk. With the mic farther from the source, the sound stops clipping, resolving into a lengthy, rolling belch pouring from your partner's open mouth.
"—UUUuurrUUOorrrorrgghhp!"
Drew's eyes are angled down and away from the camera, brow furrowed in concentration as they coax out the enormous belch. Its volume peaks and dips repeatedly, dragging on for an absurd amount of time before ending with a low, gurgling growl.
"Oof!" Drew gasps, clearly winded. They give their chest a few pats, then let up a small after-burp that seems to catch them by surprise. They flinch, peering up at the camera with a sheepish expression. “Sorry! That came on too fast to hit record. I tried to hold it, but...well, you heard how that went."
They reach for a 2 liter of orange soda next to them. A small portion has already been drunk. Drew gives the contents a swish.
"Don't know why I tried drinking some before I started recording." They give their head a rueful shake. "Guess I'm just nervous. I know you wanted me to do this, but it's still kinda embarrass—AuUOorp"
They gasp at the unexpected burp, covering their mouth belatedly, “Excuse me—!" then pause, confused. "Uh, no. I guess I shouldn't say 'excuse me'?" They huff a laugh. "Let's try that again."
Drew tips back their soda, drinking for several long seconds. The vibrant, orange liquid disappears as they decant the bottle into their stomach, throat muscles bobbing on each swallow.
When they finally pull away, they're out of breath. "Ugh...It's so cold." With the hand not holding the bottle, they rub at their chest like they're hoping to warm it. On their next exhale they belch. Massive, urgent, and clearly involuntary.
"Oops!" A hand flies to their mouth, and Drew visibly swallows down another burp. "That was...wow." They scratch at the back of their neck, huffing a laugh. "That might have, uh, clipped the mic. Fuck if it didn't feel nice, though..."
They seem to momentarily forget they're recording, eyes fluttering back, and rubbing their belly in relief. The pause lasts for only a few seconds before their eyes alight on the camera, and they straighten in their seat. Drew blushes, seeming like they might say more, maybe even apologize again. Instead they shrug, and resume drinking.
You count the bobs of their throat. One, two, three, four, gulps before they need to stop for breath. "Fuuuck, that's bubbly."
An audible glug from their stomach announces those same bubbles attempting a reappearance. Drew swallows them down instinctively, then seems to realize their mistake. "Whoops. I keep suppressing it. It just feels so weird trying to burp as loud as I can...N-not bad though!" They reassure you, "Actually, it's kind of..."
Face turning an even more vibrant shade of red, Drew seems to think better of whatever they were going to say. "I'll try drinking more. Maybe that'll force one to come up. I'm hoping for another nice, long one like the burp that slipped out before I started recording." They palm their stomach. "Felt like I was deflating."
With a determined look in their eye, Drew brings the bottle to their lips, taking deep, rhythmic gulps. The motion of their throat is almost hypnotic as they force more and more of the soda into their already very full stomach. This time, they drain about a quarter of the bottle in one go before slamming it down on their desk with a pained gasp..
“God...hgn...My stomach hurts.”
Trying to draw up a burp, they straighten in their seat, tucking in their chin and taking a few careful breaths. A loud croak issues from their throat, and they open their mouth in anticipation, but nothing else wants to come up. They give their chest a few experimental thumps.
“I must have stage fright." They throw you a smile. "Usually this far into one of these, the challenge is not burping.” Drew goes to drink again, but can't bring themself to. They let out a sad little whimper instead. "Not that I'm ever going to want orange soda again after this. Urf—Why can't I burp?"
They knead their fists into their tummy, and you can see there's less give than usual. They're bloated taut with soda fizz. In their desperation, Drew's motions are clumsy, almost violent. Pushing up on the usually soft flesh like they're giving themself the Heimlich. It pays off.
"BluUUurrghhp!"
The belch tears out of Drew like a hurricane, complete with the wet sounds of the soda slopping around in their belly as their stomach muscles knead into the glut of air. They gasp at the end of it, palming their chest
"guuoh god—!" Only to be cut off by a series burps so urgent they seem to practically overlap on their way out
BwoOorghp—
—OoURPh
Bluurrrurp...rrrp
It takes about 30 seconds before the soda gas finally stops using their throat as a thoroughfare. Drew is left sagging forward, elbow braced on their desk. A whimpery moan falls from their lips. It’s reminiscent of sounds you've heard from them before, but only in a far more intimate context. Drew cuts it short the moment they notice it's happening.
Cheeks darkening, they dart their eyes to the camera. “God, this is embarrassing, heh. But I like knowing you like seeing, uh, this..." they gesture awkwardly to themself, the soda, the entire scene. "Me being like this.” Another little burp underscores their point, and they shudder at the relief.
Evidently feeling refreshed by finally venting some of the soda gas, that determined look returns to Drew's face. They flash a teasing grin. "That was impressive, but I think I can still top it."
A few preparatory deep breaths, and then the soda is back at their lips. Gas and liquid drain into their belly at an impressive rate, filling up any space left by the air they managed to burp up. They seem set on emptying the bottle. Drew's brow is screwed up in a pained look of concentration, and their hand hovers over their bubbly stomach, ready to provide comfort if needed.
Soon enough they're slowing, liquid backing up in their mouth, unable to swallow past the push of gas crawling up their esophagus. They’re forced to pull away, audibly swallowing back a huge burp.
"I'm trying to let the pressure—ulp—build up," they explain, sounding terribly uncomfortable. "Wanna finish the—rrp—b-bottle before I try to burp again."
They eye their drink apprehensively, then resume slugging it back. Drew only gets down one mouthful before they're pulling back with a filthy, wet belch.
"GwuUrmmpp—"
They slam their mouth shut, doing their best to cut it off. "N-not yet," they grunt. You wonder if they're talking to their stomach or you. They're so focused, they hardly even seem to be aware of the camera anymore.
The bottle is almost empty now. They drag in one more shaky inhale, then return to their task with an almost fatalistic resolve. But it's clear they're nearing their limit. At this point, one or two gulps is all Drew can manage without a break. It's slow going, but they're making progress. Gulp. Pause. Gulp. Pause.
On their next pause, they let their head loll forward with a pained moan. "Holy hell, I need to burp. I—" eyes flaring, they clamp their lips shut as a horrifying churn emanates from their stomach. They catch the would-be belch before it can explode up their gullet, looking equal parts relieved, and miserable about it. "M-maybe I won't—ulp—Talk anymore..."
Gulp. Pause. Gulp. Pause. Gulp. Pause. Again and again until, mercifully, the last fluorescent orange drop slides into their mouth, and they're sucking on air. Drew yanks the bottle from their lips with a suctioning pop, and tosses it to the floor. They gasp for air, clutching at their belly, and almost doubling over.
A low whine leaves their throat. “Oh god, I might have overdone it. I’m gonna burp so fucking hard. Fuck...”
Just then, there's a faint noise from somewhere beyond their bedroom door. Drew freezes in place, eyes blowing wide. "That's my roommate. I, um, I guess I should hold it?...Who am I even asking? You can't—mmmmmrrrhhhp!"
Fed up with them using their mouth as anything other than a pressure valve, their stomach co-opts the end of Drew's sentence for the silliest, longest closed-mouth burp you've ever heard. Their cheeks puff like a chipmunk's, filling up with gas faster than they're able to exhale it through their nostrils.
Desperate to contain the sound if not the air itself, Drew brings up a fist mid burp, trying to keep their lips from blowing open. The effort leaves them breathless and slightly red faced. They try to say something, but are immediately hit by another barely-contained burp. Then several more in such quick succession that you lose count.
When the fit finally subsides, Drew turns to look into their camera with wide, slightly impressed eyes. "Did you hear—hilc!—Oh hell..." Another hard hiccup jostles them, and you can hear their belly slosh. They clutch at it, groaning. "Hiccups always make me—hic-uRp!" They slam a fist to their mouth a second too late.
That was loud.
Immediately Drew's whole body goes bowstring tight. They turn to face their door, suppressing hiccups as best they can. The seconds drag on, both of you waiting to see if they've been caught.
There's a knock on the door.
Drew winces dramatically, but keeps their voice light as they call out, "Come in."
They turn towards the door, laying their phone camera-down on the desk, and obscuring your view. But the recording is still going, and you hear the voice of Drew's roommate.
"Hey! Do you know where the stain remover is?"
"Uh, yeah. In the—hlk—‘scuse me. In the closet. Top shelf by the—hic-AuUUuuoOrrrp!"
You also hear Drew explode into a massively gassy hiccup-belch that sounds like it might have caused them to explode if they'd successfully kept it in.
Drew's roommate yelps in shock.
"Hic—h-hiccups! Sorry, excuse me!" you don't need to see your partner to hear that they're mortified.
She assures them it's fine, but that doesn't stop Drew from stammering through a few more unnecessary explanations and apologies. Mercifully, she doesn't stay long. You hear the door close, and then Drew is picking their phone back up, face bright red, and one hand covering their eyes.
"God, that one reeked of soda," they moan. "And it was like, right at her. We were making eye contact...” But when they peek out from between their fingers, you're surprised by a slight twinkle in their eye "And you didn't even get to see. What a damn waste."
Drew pulls an energy drink from their drawer. "She's heading to the laundry room, so we get one last try." They pop the tab with a satisfying fizz. "This stuff always messes up my stomach. Maybe I can get one more good one for you." They wink.
That feels like a terrible idea. You can still hear some of the louder glorps and glugs from Drew's severely over-carbonated gut. More bubbles are the absolute last thing they need. Unfortunately, this is a recording, and you don't get a say.
Against all good sense, Drew tilts the can back and begins to drink. They down it quicker than you would have thought possible, and the moment they do, they double over, wrapping an arm around their middle.
“S-shit." You hear a deep, wet rumble from the depths of their soda-keg of a belly. Their eyes widen in panic. "Shouldn’t have done that...t-too much." Their eyes dart to their wall. "Oh god, my neighbors might hear this..."
A sound gurgles out of their stomach like a gutter emptying into a storm drain. Both hands clutch at their chest. "I can’t—hgn, it’s gonna come out. I—"
The burp that tears up Drew's gullet gives the auditory and visual impression that they're having a demon exorcised. It's deep and guttural and booming. They lurch forward from the force of it, their whole body tensed with the effort of expelling the gas, hands braced on the desk to ground themself. It drags out of them in bubbly layers of sound, deepening, growing gurglier, airier, wetter, hitting different tones. All they can do is surrender to their body as it desperately works to throat out a burp too big for their mouth.
It comes to a sudden close, loud, jarring, and followed by an encore of sharp, desperate after-burps. Short bursts of stomach gas that punch out of Drew, rocking their body forward with each one.
Finally, after what feels like minutes, Drew’s body settles, and they sag back in their chair. One last hard BruUP trails into a filthy sounding moan, and they rub languidly at their belly. “Fuuuuck, that was good," they pant. "I really—urp—needed that. Feels like I just burped half my weight in soda bubbles—"
Once again seeming to remember the camera too late, a deep blush blooms on their cheeks. They're too spent to correct their lewd posture this time, though. They offer you a sheepish grin, scratching at the back of their neck. “Hell, I know you’ll like this but I’m…I’m not gonna want to send it to you. That was kind of a lot..." They laugh weakly, grabbing the phone to end the recording.
"You better say nice things. I want rave reviews.”
was out with sum friends today!! we were out for a while, but we got some shakes and burgers while we were out. i had like two shakes, a soda, a burger, and some fries (i hadnt had anything all day LMAO)
i had to hold in my gas all day,,,, woof,, my gut was gurgling and churning like CRAZY,, finally got to relieve some pressure when i got home :3
part 11 of 'butterflies' - (with butterflies in my stomach) can you stomach my love for you?
In which carbonation does not play nicely with Hunter’s insides, and Echo is weirdly good at soothing his boyfriend’s upset stomach…
CW/TW: stomach upset and pain, burping, tiny amount of self-loathing aimed at one’s body
Enjoy!
Hunter tried really hard not to hate his stomach, he knew that often it was just doing the best it could, but sometimes it really tried his patience. He’d been invited out for lunch with some of the office team, which was always a bit of a balancing act, trying to pick something filling enough that he wasn’t absolutely starving by dinner, but not so heavy that it would upset his stomach.
Faced with all the options, he had opted for chicken schnitzel and salad, and he’d even had the restraint to get half of the schnitzel boxed up to take home. The other problem was the drink he’d had with it, ginger beer, since the café they’d gone to didn’t have much in the way of juice, he didn’t want coffee with lunch really, and just drinking tap water always got him weird looks when everyone else ordered an actual beverage.
He liked the taste of ginger beer on the rare occasions that he drank it, it reminded him of Echo’s favourite ginger tea, a little spicier and less sickly sweet than ginger ale. But the carbonated fizz of it could so easily upset his sensitive stomach.
Today was no exception…
He’d come home from work, already feeling a little heavy and achy inside from eating something fried for lunch. It had been a relief to change out of his restrictive office-job clothes and pull on comfy pyjama pants and an oversized tshirt. Although he’d had a little laugh once he’d got the tshirt on and looked in the mirror, seeing the blue 501 logo. Clearly, it was one of Echo’s tshirts that his boyfriend had actually stolen from a brother, probably Rex or Jesse.
Flopping gracelessly onto the couch, Hunter stretched a little, sneaking one hand beneath his tshirt to rub his stomach. It felt heavy and unsettled, and it surprised him a little how round it was, his work pants having helped contain some of the bloat, but the soft stretchy material of his pyjama pants had given his tummy room to expand, swelling into a bloated balloon.
Hunter sighed heavily, stifling a burp on instinct. It had been drilled into him and his siblings that burping was not a polite thing to do, so Hunter’s instinct was always to muffle any escaping air by keeping his mouth closed. His stomach gurgled and Hunter felt the burp come up, but he just breathed out slowly through his nose and the feeling dissipated.
Dropping his head back onto the arm of the couch, Hunter groaned quietly, his stomach felt so full, both from his lunch and from the excess air from the soft drink. He just felt so unsettled, his tummy gurgling and groaning beneath his hand, trying to rid itself of the air that was filling it. All he could do was lie there on the couch, massaging little circles into his poor bloated belly, swallowing back the burps.
“You shouldn’t do that, you know,” A quiet voice said from behind him.
Hunter stifled yet another burp and turned his head a little to look over the couch arm. Echo was leaning on the wall next to the couch, his arms folded and a concerned look on his face.
“It’s not…it’s not polite though,” Hunter managed, burping with his mouth closed.
Echo limped his way across the room and settled carefully next to the couch, resting his forearms right by Hunter’s abdomen,
“I don’t care, we’re not in public, you can let them up.”
Hunter burped again, though he put a hand over his mouth to muffle it,
“It’s gross, though…sorry.”
Echo smirked a little,
“Hunter, I grew up in a house full of brothers, I’m used to it.” He slid one hand under Hunter’s tshirt and pressed down gently on his overfull stomach. The resulting burp escaped before Hunter had a chance to stop it and he felt his cheeks grow warm.
“You really don’t mind?”
“Course not,” Echo said with a shy little smile, “Besides, I can feel everything churning around in your stomach, that can’t be making your poor tummy feel very good.”
He pressed down again and Hunter’s stomach gurgled loudly, but Hunter just hid his face behind his hands,
“Stars, Echo, I…”
Echo stopped his gentle kneading and tugged Hunter’s hands away, pressing gentle kisses to his knuckles,
“Hunter, it’s fine. Just let me work, kay? Your burps have nothing on Fives when he’s three Sprites deep, trust me.”
Hunter opened his mouth to protest, only for Echo to grin wickedly and press harder at his stomach. The resulting burp was not only loud, it made Hunter’s tummy contract. Though his face still felt hot with embarrassment, Hunter settled back and let Echo work his magic. His boyfriend’s hands were cool and soothing to the tight surface of Hunter’s tummy and with every gentle press of his fingers, more burps rumbled up from Hunter’s stomach.
“You’ve…urp…done this before, huh?” Hunter managed.
“Hmm?”
Hunter burped again before answering,
“You’re weirdly good at getting them up, my tummy feels way less bloated already.”
Echo smiled brightly,
“Perks of having hyper-competitive brothers who can’t turn down any sort of food or drink-based challenge,” He waved a hand airily, “Sprite challenge, who can eat the most pizza in one sitting, that sort of thing.”
“That why you know what your twin is like when he’s three Sprites deep?” Hunter asked with a grin.
Echo rolled his eyes,
“Unfortunately, yes. Apparently, my hands are nice on a bloated tummy because they’re always cold.”
Hunter caught one of Echo’s hands and squeezed gently,
“They are cold, but it’s nice, and whatever you’re doing is definitely helping.”
They lapsed into comfortable silence again, broken only by Hunter’s tummy gurgling and him burping, though they were becoming softer and less frequent as Echo eased more of the bloated feeling away.
“So…” Echo said, “Did you have soft drink at lunch or something?”
Hunter blinked,
“Ginger beer, how did you…”
Echo shrugged,
“I know your tummy, Hunter. You only ever get this burpy when you’ve drunk something carbonated.”
That made Hunter feel warm inside, somewhere deep in the pit of his stomach, that Echo was observant enough to note exactly what upset Hunter’s tummy, the same way Hunter could tell how Echo was feeling based on the noises his stomach was making. Hunter would have learned Echo’s stomach noises regardless, but it was nice that the care and attention went both ways.
He was distracted from his warm fuzzy thoughts by a quiet rumble, followed by a soft burp.
Echo grinned sheepishly, hiding his mouth in his sweatshirt sleeve,
“Sorry…” His stomach made another quiet noise.
Hunter blinked,
“You’re burpy too, love? But you hate fizzy drink, you won’t even drink sparkling water.”
“Uh-huh,” Echo said shyly, “But I had to work through my lunch today, so…”
Hunter reached out and brushed his fingers over Echo’s stomach, which growled loudly, almost in response. Echo burped again, muffling it slightly in his sweatshirt sleeve.
“Aw,” Hunter said, patting his boyfriend’s grumbling tummy, “Your burps are kinda cute. Do you always burp when your tummy’s empty?”
Echo shrugged,
“Not always, but I definitely burp more when my stomach has nothing in it, there’s nothing but air in my tummy right now, and my tummy wants it gone.”
Hunter sat up a little more, smoothing a hand over his tshirt. His tummy was no longer quite so bloated and most of the heavy ache had gone. In fact, he could feel the faintest hollow edge to his belly, the beginnings of an empty stomach.
“You want dinner? There’s half a schnitzel in the fridge.”
Echo eased himself carefully up off the floor, wincing a little as his knees clicked,
“Tempting, but I’ve been thinking about making roast potatoes all damn day, and if I don’t, I think my stomach might actually revolt.”
His stomach growled viciously at this and Hunter laughed,
“Better go make that, then, your hungry little tummy sounds like it’s gonna eat you alive just from you thinking about food.” He patted Echo’s tummy as his boyfriend passed him and was rewarded with another grumble.
Echo groaned, stretching a little and rubbing his abdomen,
“Feels like it. You want some too?” He paused, “I was going to roast some broccoli too, though. That might not be the best thing if your tummy’s a bit bloated still.”
Hunter considered this. He really liked the way the roasted broccoli came out, but his tummy still didn’t feel completely back to normal. But then again…
“Well…” He said, rising from the couch and catching Echo’s hand to gently tug his boyfriend towards the kitchen, “Guess you’ll have to soothe that upset too, if you don’t mind.”
Echo kissed the corner of Hunter’s mouth, humming softly as his stomach rumbled,
“Hmm…fill my empty tummy first, or yours won’t be the only stomach-ache we’re dealing with tonight.”
He squeaked as Hunter swept him up into a bridal-carry and sauntered through to the kitchen,
“Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”
Okay, maybe Hunter would concede that his stomach wasn’t that bad, after all. Or maybe it was just that Echo had the magic touch to ease up all of his tummy’s bloated burps. Probably the second one, knowing how sensitive Hunter’s tummy could be.
“Huh, you’ve stopped burping, I think,” Echo said thoughtfully, his cool hands gently smoothing over Hunter’s stomach as they lay in bed together.
Hunter burped softly and then laughed,
“I think that might have been the last one, how about you?”
Echo shrugged, snuggling closer,
“Mine usually go away as soon as my tummy’s full,” He patted his stomach, which rumbled quietly, “No space in there for air now.”
Dinner had been a reasonable amount, and of course Echo had missed lunch so his stomach had been emptier than usual, but Hunter could still feel the barely-there curve to his boyfriend’s tummy. It wasn’t bloating like Hunter had been dealing with earlier, it was just the slightest rounding-out of Echo’s usually flat stomach.
“Full?” Hunter asked, letting his fingers trace the gentle swell.
Echo smiled sleepily,
“Comfortably so, my stomach’s not grumbling at me about how empty it is anymore,” He yawned, “…’m tired though.”
Hunter kissed the top of his head,
“Me too, love. Who knew burping used up so much energy?”
“…s’not the burping,” Echo mumbled into Hunter’s neck, “Your tummy was upset and bloated, and mine was upset and empty.”
His stomach rumbled again and Hunter patted it gently,
“Well, neither of us has an upset tummy now, so I’d consider that an excellent way to finish off the night.”
Echo hummed softly,
“Mmm…love you…”
Hunter dropped another gentle kiss into his boyfriend’s dark curls,
“Love you too, sweetheart. Thank you for helping me this evening.”
“…welcome…” Echo managed, then he fell silent. For all that his sleep could be patchy and unsettled sometimes, he usually dropped off to sleep fairly quickly.
Hunter gave Echo’s softly rounded stomach one last gentle rub, before snuggling down and closing his eyes. He hadn’t been lying before dinner, Echo’s burps really were cute, all soft and small like he was.
a new piece in the "old guards" series based on artwork from @djbapho
shale ends up in a mysterious new world where she gets very big and very sloshy at a local tavern. its a good thing some local lady 'donated' her clothes to her... though she seems to be misplaced ...
heres the original: https://www.deviantart.com/dj-bapho/art/Tanked-Triss-800167458
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