rubs ugly little hands together for a lil request thing, person a being suuuuper overstuffed and moany and groany and person b (feeder) rubbing their oversensitive belly and occasionally pushing hard on the tender spots to get person a to hiccup or smthn while person b is ">:3"
*bursts through wall* Did someone say moaning and groaning? Do you mean mY GODDAMN FAVORITE THING
I hope you all are prepared for this super-extra love letter to my fondness for A) ruefully-groaned lists of everything that was eaten and B) stuffed characters who are very, very aware that whining about stomach pains is pretty much dirty-talk for their SO. ;P
B stopped in the entryway with their coat halfway off. They would recognize the quality of that groan anywhere. “Um, A? Are you all right?”
B’s mouth went dry. They kicked off their shoes, dumped their bag carelessly on the floor, and rounded the corner into the living room.
The place was a mess. It looked a hurricane had hit right after plowing through a well-stocked pantry. And in the middle of it all, A was sprawled on the couch, shirt pulled up, one hand resting on a very swollen belly.
“What the hell happened here?” B asked, their voice a little higher than usual.
“I—urrrrgh—had some dinner.” A gazed blearily at destruction surrounding them. “Oooooh, or maybe a lot of dinner. And now my—ohhhhh—my stomach doesn’t feel so good….”
“No wonder.” B stepped into the room, heart quickening. They picked up one of the crumpled papers littering the floor and recognized the wrapping from the deli down the street. “You got sandwiches? How many of these you eat?”
“I ate… ohhhhh… three, I think. Maybe four. Urp.”
“That was—oooff—only the beginning,” A groaned. “S’hard to remember everything because I ate… ooh, I ate so much…”
“Yeah?” B’s voice came out as a croak. “Tell me more.”
“I wish I could but I—ugghh—I can’t think straight, my tummy is so full….” A arched their back slightly, letting their belly bulge even bigger, and B knew exactly what they wanted.
B settled next to them on the couch and put a hand against the bloat, suppressing a shiver. A was laying it on pretty thick with the groaning, but there was no way they could be exaggerating how enormously swollen their belly was. It gurgled quietly under B’s hand, hard and tight and heaving gently with their labored breaths. God, they were stuffed… maybe the groaning wasn’t exaggerated at all….
“Tell me what else is in here,” said B as they began to rub gentle circles.
“I also ate—ughhhh—all those bananas we had in the kitchen. And a whole bag of—urp, oooff—tortilla chips.” A hiccuped and their stomach sloshed. “Oww. And then—”
“And then? You were still hungry after four sandwiches, a bunch of bananas, and a whole bag of chips?”
“Oooh, no. I already had a tummyache from eating all that. But… then I remembered we had ice cream in the freezer. My stomach was so full… but I couldn’t resist….”
“Jesus. Sometimes I can’t even believe you’re for real.”
“The container is—ugh—is right there, if you don’t believe me.” A pointed to the empty ice cream carton sitting on the coffee table. “Ohh-hhh, my tummy hurts… I really shouldn’t have eaten it all….”
“I was kidding. It’s really not hard to believe there’s a whole carton of ice cream in this poor stomach.” B gave its swollen side a pat. “Jesus, look at it. You really packed it full, huh?”
“Oooh, way beyond full…. My stomach started groaning, telling me it had no room left, but the ice cream was so good. Every bite ached so much, but I just couldn’t—oooh!” A winced as B’s fingers found a tender, grumbling spot up near their ribs.
“Is that uncomfortable?” B asked, pushing down.
A moaned and let out an enormous hiccup. “Ooooh, don’t… I’m too full…. ow-ww, my tummy….”
B released the pressure. They didn’t want to actually make A sick. “Is that all you ate?”
A blinked up at them with wide eyes. “Hmm?”
“After the ice cream. Did you stop?”
“Well….” A’s voice dropped to a low, rough murmur, and now B was in absolutely no doubt that they were being toyed with. “Ooh, I was aching so bad after all that food. I’d eaten way too much. My stomach was stuffed tight, churning and rumbling and burping, begging me to stop…. Ohhh, but all the sugar had made me so thirsty….”
“Oh my god,” said B in a strained whisper.
“I thought my stomach could probably hold a liiiiittle more.” A pointed to the nearly-empty jug of iced tea sitting on the floor next to the couch. “Ooh, but I couldn’t drink it all… I tried, but my tummy just couldn’t take it….”
“No fucking wonder. You must be ready to pop.”
“Ohhh, I am. But there’s so little left….” A blinked up B with a look of absolutely insincere innocence. “…Help me finish?”
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