Big soft person with a big soft belly sitting on top of me, drinking a fizzy drink just to make themself burp because it gets me off, letting me grab and squeeze their belly lovingly 🫶
Purposefully trying to burp louder and longer just for me, maybe even filling their belly with treats and snacks to bloat up even more, heavy on top of me to the point where I'm being squished myself but I don't even care because I love it so much
Don’t get me wrong, natural burps are incredible, but also the concept of burping on command is so hot imo. Like, someone swallowing air for the sole purpose of making themself burp for fun? Taking pleasure in burping over and over again? Gulping down air and feeling the pressure build until it explodes out of them in a powerful belch?? Burping on command simply to be gross and obnoxious????? Relieving a stomachache by adding some more air and then burping all that pressure away??????? Working to produce the largest belch possible to win a burping contest????????? Ohhh man don’t even get me started on burping contests. Where was I going with this again?
Yeah the fan eating the celeb is good........But the celeb eating the fan? YOU??
LIKE....PHEW, DOING STUFF TO ME THINKING ABOUT THAT ONE...
Just the idea of one of the people you idolize the MOST just wolfing you down like a snack...Appreciate you coming to the show and being a good after concert meal lol, hopefully this was what you wanted...But why wouldn't you want this? They're FAMOUS and you know ALL THEIR songs...Backstage pass? Looks like you got a super special VIP staying in the singers stomach for a few days pass, damn... 🥵🥵🥵 They were already attractive to begin with but YOU? You're their special fan whose gonna make them even HOTTER...~
2 simple m//ikes (w/ hair, no bald head today) because i want to get these out
i dont knowwwwwwww i like a guy with a new york accent
possibly hungry to stuffed if you want it to be that? these are completely separate doodles but do what them what you want... i will hopefully post something of more substance soon. for now its just shy little sketches and doodles
So I’ve got a friend back in my hometown who I’m SUPER close with and I’ve known for well over a decade now, but he has the gassiest belly I’ve ever witnessed and it drives me CRAZY. There’s never a moment where we’re together and his tummy’s not going crazy. I’ll watch him eat like shit and then 20 minutes later get this panicked look on his face like everything’s about to hit him all at once. And then in all the quiet moments we have together, his tummy always makes the loudest, bubbliest, most miserable-sounding groans I’ve ever heard. Like we could be sitting on opposite sides of the couch and I’d still be able to hear it. And when we’re cuddling as good old buddies do? I can hear his gut grumbling and gurgling up against my body. He’s got a pretty pudgy tummy whenever I’ve seen it, and it actually takes everything in me not to put my hands on it or rest my head against it. And on top of all that, he’ll put his hand right on his belly and you can hear that little gurgle of gas come up through his chest until he’s super burpy. Every few minutes he’ll let out the deepest, raunchiest belch like he couldn’t even try to hold it back. And each time, he’ll pat his tummy or hit his chest with a closed fist and moan with relief. The things he says are actual TORTURE, too. “Ohhhh…I’m so gassy tonight...” “I’m sorry…I can’t stop…” “I can’t even hear the movie over my own stomach…” “My tummy’s really upset tonight...” Sometimes it feels like he’s onto me lmao. The restraint I have to not lift his shirt and put my hands on his upset tummy that always seems to be suffering hangs by a thread. It sounds like some kind of fake fantasy scenario but I can’t even make this up😭😭
You are officially the strongest soldier among us because I would be absolutely LOSING it. It will never not baffle me how casual some men are about their stomach gurgles and burps.
I genuinely feel head over heels in love when my boyfriend does that like, chest thing? Like the thumping of the chest to get a burp unstuck? It turns me on SO much because he like, furrows his brows and you can tell he’s concentrating so hard and can feel it in his throat (DOUBLY hot when you can hear the trapped gurgle). Don’t even get me started on his adam’s apple…
God damn, anon. It’s so so so so so erotic. Burps are so hot. In this essay I will—
There's something so hot about the vision of someone who's totally stuffed with food you made for them wanting to compliment your cooking, but every time they want to speak a hearty burp interrupts them.
Being so full of meals made with your love and care that they cannot properly express their thankfulness without belching.
Bonus points if you're messing with them a little and prodding for more opinions, and they're trying so hard to give you a proper response but they're simply too full to be coherent anymore:
"How'd you like the potatoes? I might have added too much grease on top, don't you think?"
"BHHOOOOOUUURRRrrrrppp..."
Truly the best compliment your cooking could ever get.
Grace, in a fit of Big Emotions from memories resurfacing while still on the Hail Mary, ends up eating himself nearly sick on the seemingly endless supply of 2 minute noodles and sour skittles aboard the ship, because honestly what the hell else could he do about it? Ya can't science properly when your brain insists on reminding you of Earth, and the fact that you're Not On It, and ohhh I bet Carl left these skittles didn't he ;_;
Meanwhile Rocky, who's been looking for an opportunity to learn about leaky space blob eating habits without it seeming weird, has just been presented with a golden opportunity upon finding a pathetic, bloated, crying Ryland lying on the floor, wrapped in his quilt, in a puddle of his own tears.
Rocky probably asks what's wrong, tries to comfort him in some way (mmm, nice warm alien D20), and Grace probably says it's stupid, but he really misses his kids, and a lot of humans will eat when they're stressed, so... so now he's sad and has a horrific stomachache.
Rocky thinks this is an incredibly dumb human habit, but does find himself curious, and vaguely endeared. Perhaps now is not the *best* time for learning about *typical* human digestion, but dammit Grace misses his middle schoolers, and anything can be a lesson with enough enthusiasm!
Sorry about the long one lol
Awwww poor Grace...he's gonna regret this in a year or so when there's nothing to eat but taumoeba and the scurvy is setting in.
Never apologize for a long prompt! You set this up so well I just picked up where you left off.
I feel like most of these haven't really been very kinky so far...sorry about that, everyone. Hope you like science fluff.
“So, it starts with mastication. We can fit much bigger whole objects in our mouths than you guys seem to – be able to.” Pausing only briefly for a hiccup and a wince, Grace pointed at his mouth. “We break it up mechanically, with our teeth and our tongue. See?”
“Rocky see.”
Grace had forced himself up into a sitting position, leaning back against the padded wall with his quilt around his shoulders. He hadn’t wanted to move, had felt the contents of his bloated stomach shift and slosh with every motion, but he’d known he would feel better once he was upright. The human digestive system had evolved to work in tandem with gravity, as he’d explained to Rocky when he asked why he was moving around when it obviously hurt him, based on the whimpering.
Rocky was between Grace’s legs in his xenonite ball, three legs folded beneath him like a loafing cat, two held out in front, claws spread against the panel currently pressed against the firm mound of Grace’s belly. He’d tugged his jumpsuit down and his T-shirt up in order to expose it, pale skin and dark golden hair, and it wasn’t the most comfortable position, but Rocky was curious...and warm, even through the xenonite.
It actually felt really good. Grace was kind of wishing he could sleep on his chest, but even in low-g, he’d probably break his ribs. Too bad.
“Rocky not have ‘mouth.’ Thought was wound, when first saw Grace.”
“Yeah, you guys are a sealed system most of the time; it’s cool. Anyway.” Arms draped over the top of the ball, Grace held back a belch. “Inside the mouth, there are glands that constantly secrete a thin mucus. We call it saliva. It keeps the tissue soft and wet – it doesn’t have many other protections, it’s epithelial tissue – and it also helps break down food further. There’s the moisture aspect, but it also contains enzymes. Chemical digestion starts in the mouth. That always…” Grace smiled wanly. “Surprised my students.”
“Grace sad,” Rocky observed. “Eat more now, question?”
“I think I’ve had more than enough, buddy.”
“Understand.” Grace had probably spent too much time with Rocky; he was starting to read emotions into the text-to-speech program he knew weren’t there. For example, disappointment.
“And from there, once it’s become a soft bolus, we swallow…”
Grace went on, past the epiglottis, down through the esophagus, to the stomach. Rocky listened, only commenting once to lament the sheer inconvenience of the digestive and respiratory systems sharing an opening. Grace agreed with him before continuing. Gastric acid (Rocky was terribly intrigued by the mechanism of hydrochloric acid contained in something as fragile as a human body), peristalsis, gallbladder, pancreas, small and large intestine, colon…
“And you - ” Once again, Grace stifled a burp, which he’d been doing all through the explanation. He’d really overdone it. “Know what happens after that.” It’d just seemed rude not to return the favor after what Rocky had let Grace watch him do.
“Why Grace do that, question?”
“Do what, question?”
“Hold air in.”
“Oh, right. So, that’s, uh…” Grace took his glasses off and rested his forehead against a pane of xenonite, closing his eyes. Warm. “Either air that’s swallowed while eating, or gas that’s produced by digestion. Causes discomfort, but it’s rude to let it out in front of other people.”
“Not rude for Rocky. Only disgust when Grace eat.”
“Thanks for that,” Grace mumbled.
“Grace not discomfort enough, question?” Rocky asked, and somehow, the TTS voice sounded dry to Grace.
“Okay, yeah, fine. Good point.” Grace forced himself to let out a belch, blushing slightly.Ugh, there were the sour Skittles.Of course Rocky didn’t care.
“Rocky see lot of air in digestive tract,” Rocky observed. That was one of many interesting things about Eridians: their echolocation was more like that of cetaceans than bats. They could see inside objects, especially objects as soft and penetrable as a human body. Like an X-ray. Grace sometimes wondered what Rocky knew about him he didn’t know about himself. Not this; he’d already been able to feel how gassy he was.
“Yep, that happens to me,” he mumbled.
“Grace do this before, question?”
“I’ve always been a stress eater. Surprised it took this long, honestly. With – everything.”
Grace knew that Rocky knew by now that he didn’t really like talking about Earth except in the most general sociological terms. That seemed to be fine with Rocky, who also didn’t seem to like talking about Erid, especially his mate or the dead members of his crew. Rocky changed the subject.
“Rocky not believe human stomach ♪♫♫.”
“Okay, that’s a new word.”
“Soft, shape change. Stretch.”
“Ahhhh, elasticity. Elastic.” Grace reached out with one hand, entered the new words into the database. “Yeah, it’s probably one of our more elastic organs. It was feast or famine for our distant ancestors, so we’ve still got the ability for it to stretch pretty far out.”
“Rocky tell,” Rocky said, and he didn’t have eyes, but Grace could feel him looking at his stomach. He might’ve said something snarky, but he burped again before he could. “Eridians not change shape like this. Carapace rigid. Grace round, soft. Fascinate.”
“Well, I’m glad one of us is enjoying this.” Eyes still closed, Grace rested his chin on the ball, feeling the warm points of Rocky’s claws against his belly. It made him feel a little better.
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