god, you’re so full right now, i can’t believe you ate all the leftovers while i was gone. and you’re so damn whiny too, like you didn’t do this to yourself…
it’s okay, you’re okay, i’m not mad. just get over here- i’ve gotta touch you right now.
yeah, straddle my hips just like that. fuck, you’re even rounder when you’re right in front of me. lemme hike your top up so i can really see you.
your belly’s so stretched, so huge. you must’ve eaten good, huh. maybe even the whole fridge. hey, don’t whine like that, you know what you did. it’s not teasing if i’m telling the truth.
your bare belly is so tight under my hands. even rubbing light circles is scaring me a little, what if you pop?
harder? really? aw, i can hear how loud your stomach’s getting, you’re probably desperate for relief. with the way you keep pushing that belly out into my palms, how could i say no?
yeah, you needed this. harder circles, pressing my fingertips into the taut skin with each pass. wanna show me how much you like this? you’re keeping all these noises inside, are you embarrassed? you can do better, c’mon i wanna hear you.
yes that’s it, you’re so fucking noisy. don’t you know it turns me on when you’re turned on too? all these moans and whimpers, you’re like a puppy. and i didn’t forget about this belly being noisy too. i can feel the grumbling under my hands.
relax for me, just take it. i know your cheeks are burning, i know you wanna just hide away. but you can’t, ‘cause you know that i love when you’re like this. all full and vulnerable, can’t do anything but whine about how much you ate while i caress you like this. so just relax.
what’ll happen when i rub you on top like this, where you’re the tightest. fuck, that’s a huge burp. and you won’t stop. i know it hurts, but if i don’t press right here you won’t feel better.
and this bellybutton. fuck. you’re so bloated, it’s all shallow now. if i pass my thumb over it…
shit, what a beautiful sound you just made. is it sensitive there? it’s all red around this area, there must be so much pressure right now. i know you like it when i press my finger there. when i dig into it and flick my nail over the knot. this bellybutton used to be so deep, and now you’re stuffed so much it’s about to pop. so hot.
hey, slow down, you’re moving too much. you keep squirming around in my lap. cute.
how about we go to the bedroom? i think you need more than just belly rubs now.
I wrote a lengthy reward fic on patreon featuring infamous glutton, Major Raikov, from MGS Delta Snake Eater, and an original GRU soldier named Viktor. Another patron loved that fic so much that they merged two months worth of $90 tier rewards for one big Blender sequence with these two. This is slightly steamier than the usual stuff I post per their request, since Raikov's one of the few models where their fully nude body blends with the uniformed model mesh seamlessly.
I also really enjoy the dynamic since we know from MGS3 and Portable Ops that Raikov threw his weight around like crazy when he was Volgin's boy toy, and the second Volgin was outta the picture? Boyyyy howdy, did Raikov get a rude awakening. But maybe one GRU soldier named Viktor was kinda into it. XD
I've been drafting up some character concepts going forward. I like the idea of having a whole universe of characters to play off each other and interact. So here's my first good character drafting.
This here is 🖤Michael🖤
I feel she's very much a dom feeder with a love for belly buttons and making them grow deeper and deeper. She has the capability to transform those who ingest too much of her slime into her own personal minions to go infect and feed others to put under her control.
As of now, that's what I got. I'm really enjoying boosting my digital painting skills and exploring funky textures.
The Pain of Taste Testing (Riddle x Trey Stuffing Fic)
Hey all! It's been ages since I've posted any kink fics, and even longer since I've posted anything TW related. But I've kinda had this idea on the brain for a while, so I finally found time to write it up. So, in a first for me, here's a kink fic featuring Riddle of all people! Wherein Riddle agrees to be Trey's taste tester for some tart recipes he's trying out, buuuuut underestimates just how filling each piece of tart can truly be.
Content Warning: Stuffing, Burping, Hiccups, Belly Kink, Kink Exploration, etc.
“Delectable. Rich, and with a subtle hint of nuttiness without it being too overpowering,” Riddle commented, gently dabbing at his lips with his napkin. “You've outdone yourself yet again, Trey.” The young redheaded house warden of Heartslabyul sat before his dining table having just eaten a forkful of Trey's wonderful, homemade tarts...but only that; a forkful. Before him was at least half a dozen whole tarts, and most of them were pretty much entirely untouched, safe for a single forkful on each.
Trey simply shrugged and said, “I mean, I'm glad first impressions are great, but that's hardly a proper evaluation. You only took one bite.”
Riddle was about to take another bite of a different tart but upon hearing that, scowled slightly at his glasses-wearing vice warden and said, “I beg your pardon?”
“Well, usually, when you're taste-testing new recipes, you're supposed to have an actual serving size. These aren't meant to be eaten in single bites after all.”
Riddle cocked a brow almost indignantly and said, “That hardly seems necessary. I certainly trust my taste buds enough to know from a single bite that something is delicious or not. Why take more than one bite to confirm what I already know?”
“Taste-testing isn't just about analyzing the flavors and seeing what's good or not. It's about analyzing the experience of the whole meal. Do you enjoy eating the entire dish? Is it so filling that one or two pieces is all you need? How eager after one piece of tart are you to jump back for more? Knowing something is good is only one part of the entire process,” Trey explained, smirking slightly as he added, “but to LEAVE it at that one part? I mean, that's almost like cheating, isn't it?”
Riddle's scowl deepened as he raised his gloved finger to retort; the NERVE to be accused of cheating was not something Riddle was about to let stand. However, try as he might, he found that he couldn't really counter the claim. So, with a small sigh of resignation, Riddle turned to that first tart and cut himself a proper piece; a big one too.
“...I suppose it would be rather pointless of me to sit here and tell you that your baking tastes good without relaying those other points,” Riddle conceded. Amusingly, under his breath, he added, “...Cheating...the sheer nerve, like I'd EVER...”
Nevertheless, Riddle took a forkful and almost impatiently shoved it into his mouth. He chewed for a few moments, almost bored as he recounted mentally that, yes, indeed, it was delicious, before he swallowed it down.
“What a surprise, the second bite is just as good as the first,” Riddle remarked in a dry sort of manner...but found himself getting a much larger forkful and quickly munching it down. In spite of his mild snark, there was certainly no denying how good Trey's baking truly was. After a moment of chewing, he swallowed rather heartily. Due to the size of this forkful, when Riddle gulped it down, a noticeable lump protruded from his slender neck before vanishing past his collarbone. Riddle huffed softly, then a little more eagerly than he'd have cared to admit, finished the rest of that piece of tart in no time at all.
“Now, THAT'S proper taste-testing,” Trey said with a pleased smile as he adjusted his glasses and added, “and from the looks of it, you didn't leave a single scrap behind.”
Riddle licked his small lips, blushing a bit when he realized what he was doing and quickly corrected himself by using his napkin to dab his mouth instead. “It was quite delicious, which I'm sure you already surmised,” Riddle remarked.
“Not too heavy, right?” Trey asked.
“Not at all,” Riddle insisted, adding, “I don't overindulge, as you well know-”
Trey snorted softly, making Riddle scowl again.
“Heh, sorry. No, definitely, you're all about moderation,” Trey said with an innocent smile, before not so innocently adding, “...And all those eating contests Che'yna roped you into were totally one-offs.”
“...ANYWAY...” Riddle chimed in, eyes forced shut as he tried to maintain composure, before taking a moment and adding, “...I may not overindulge...most of the time...” Riddle's teeth clenched as he spoke those words. “...But even if I weren't taste-testing, I would very happily go for seconds. Possibly thirds...”
“Well, if you have room after trying all the other tarts, I wouldn't object,” Trey insisted.
Riddle looked over the many other tarts he still needed to have proper pieces of and raised a brow skeptically. “...My stomach might...” Riddle muttered quietly to himself.
Nonetheless, he grabbed himself a big piece of that second tart and wasted no time digging in. Despite his often stiff personality and seemingly perpetual scowl, when he was eating that tart, Riddle couldn't help but light up a bit. The sheer volume of flavors, the buttery smoothness of the tart just melting in his mouth, it was almost overwhelming. In fact, Riddle was so last in those flavors that he finished the entire piece in under a minute; somehow, even faster than the first piece he ate.
“Wow, you really wolfed that one down, huh,” Trey mused, grinning ear to ear.
Riddle blushed a bit as he once again dabbed his mouth clean with his napkin and said, “Surely, that alone should demonstrate the quality of your baking, yes?”
“'Tarts so good, you'll lose yourself in flavor',” Trey remarked, adding, “high praise, Housewarden.”
“...I wouldn't say I LOST myself. I'm not ravaging these tarts like Trappola or Spade,” Riddle remarked before grabbing himself a third piece, now from a different tart.
Trey's look certainly suggested that wasn't as far off as Riddle would've liked to admit. Especially when Riddle started downing that third piece with the same eagerness as the first two, now taking rather large bites too. By the time Riddle rather audibly gulped down that last mouthful, Trey could see a noticeably larger bulge sliding down Riddle's slender throat. Riddle huffed rather audibly by the time he got it down too.
“Mph, that tart is certainly a little more filling than the other two, it could be the chocolate, though it was also noticeably richer too,” Riddle mused, before grabbing a fourth piece.
By this point, Trey noticed that the red vest beneath Riddle's black school blazer was looking really snug. The more Riddle ate, the more his normally flat stomach began to press out firmly against his school uniform. There was definitely a noticeable curvature to Riddle's midsection now, which caused Trey's own cheeks to redden slightly.
Riddle finished his fourth piece of tart and groaned softly as he leaned back in his seat and rested a hand gently atop his stomach. “Ooohh goodness...I...I think I need a moment...” Riddle groaned as he stroked his belly up and down with one hand. As he massaged his increasingly fuller stomach, Riddle grimaced as he felt a pressure welling in his chest and up his throat. Suddenly, Riddle's cheeks puffed out as he just barely managed to stifle a rather sizable belch, one that reverberated quite audibly behind his lips. The young house warden quickly covered his mouth with his free hand and blushed profusely.
Trey chuckled to himself and said, “Heh, guessing those last two tarts are a bit more filling than the other two?”
Still blushing, Riddle cleared his throat and said, “...Perhaps a little...”
“Well, sorry to say, the next one IS chocolate cream tart, so it's probably not going to be much lighter,” Trey admitted.
“...How very fortunate for me...” Riddle groaned to himself. “...M-Maybe a little less butter or a lighter cream would help...”
“Fair,” Trey replied.
Still, Riddle carried on with the remaining pieces from each other tart, committed to providing proper taste-tester feedback to his friend and vice warden. As Riddle ate the chocolate cream tart, he groaned some more, both from how full he was feeling but also from just how unbelievably delicious it tasted. Even with how stuffed he already felt, the taste was so good that he couldn't help but eagerly down more and more of it.
As Riddle ate, Trey could see Riddle's stomach steadily pushing out more and more against his vest. Those buttons were looking almost painfully snug at this point. Clearly, Riddle could feel it too, because as he ate, one hand once again held his growing gut and caressed it up and down. He fumbled around a bit but eventually managed to undo the buttons of his vest. Almost immediately, Trey could see Riddle's stomach press out even more against his buttoned up white dress shirt, and now, those buttons were looking snug too.
As Riddle continued eating, Trey observed him taking an especially hearty bite, watching his mouth as he chewed intensely for a few seconds, before gulping it down and huffing heavily. After a moment, he licked his teeth clean, took another breath, and went in for more. But in the middle of bringing the next forkful up to his lips, Riddle observed Trey's eyeing his mouth and cocked an already furrowed brow.
"What? Why are you staring at my mouth?" Riddle asked.
"Ohhh, not your mouth, just your teeth," Trey mused, leaning closer to Riddle's still open mouth and adjusting his specs to get a real good look at his rather shiny teeth. "Mmm, you take REAL good care of those pearly whites, Riddle. Heh, I'd expect no less from our house warden. They're good and strong too, which is why you don't take especially long to chew any given mouthful up either."
Riddle didn't say anything. He just stared at Trey as if the taller teen had sprouted a second head...and it was ALSO bizarrely fixated on his teeth.
"Heh, they're pretty sharp too, looking at 'em. Not as sharp as Leona, Ruggie, Jack, or maybe even Jade and Floyd, but certainly sharper than most. I'd bet you'd look pretty good with fangs," Trey went on, while Riddle remained increasingly baffled. "It has a real predatory thing to it, y'know? I think that'd probably be a good fit for someone in a position of authority to also have that kind of stature too. Don't you think?"
Refusing to engage a moment longer, Riddle just continued eating the tart, and eating it a bit faster in an effort to distract himself from Trey's obsessiveness with teeth. The less Riddle had to think about WHY his friend always got so weirdly obsessive about that sort of thing, the better.
Upon finishing that fifth tart, Riddle pushed his seat back and rested both hands atop his belly, rubbing it gingerly as he moaned in a deeply groggy manner.
“Chocolate cream is always gonna be heavy in a tart. Was it too much?” Trey asked, though his eyes were fixated on Riddle's bulging belly rising and falling with each strained breath he took.
A deep and sudden gurgle rose from Riddle's stuffed gut and up his throat again. This time, Riddle pushed a fist against his mouth to once again just barely hold back another hefty belch, one that, like before, reverberated loudly behind Riddle's lips and once again puffed his cheeks out. Riddle blushed as he blew it off to the side and muttered an “...Excuse me,” before adding, “...Not too much at all. Even in spite of how full I am, that was...urp...incredible...” Riddle blushed anew after that burp managed to slip past his lips.
“Well, just one left. Bad news? It's not any lighter. Good news? It's your favorite flavor,” Trey added with a wink.
In spite of his overstuffed strain, Riddle's face lit up upon hearing that. These last two tarts were the ones he hadn't tried yet, so he had no clue that Strawberry Tart was on the menu for today.
Without even thinking, the overstuffed young dorm leader grabbed himself the biggest piece of tart yet and wasted no time digging in. He moaned immediately after that first rich bite of strawberry tart hit his tongue. Then, he started digging in.
At first, there was a renewed vigor, with Riddle eagerly wolfing down bite after bite. However, due to the sheer size of the piece he grabbed, and the growing mass filling his stomach, that rapid fire pace did not last. Steadily, the weight of how full Riddle truly was caught up with him, making him grow sluggish in his gorging, groaning not out of eager excitement, but rather, an unbearable fullness.
Riddle's stomach was so bloated that some bare skin could be seen between the buttons of his shirt, which was now, no longer tucked in to his tight black trousers. The red-haired teen moaned miserably as he massaged into the side of his tight, heavy gut. As he continued eating that last big piece of tart, Riddle took more time to catch his breath and let all those pastries settle in his stomach.
“Y'know, you've eaten a good amount of that tart, I'd say you can probably call it a day,” Trey offered, but Riddle scowled and shook his head.
“And provide incomplete feedback? Absolutely not, I just...” Riddle paused, took a breath, and covered his mouth as a rather lengthy closed mouth burp rumbled behind his lips and morphed into a closed mouth moan of misery. “...Ugh...pardon...just...give me a moment...”
Appalling though the idea was to him, Riddle was forced to unbuckle his belt and unbutton the top of his pants. Doing so caused his belly to press out even more freely. His buttoned up shirt, which was now clinging tightly against his gut, was now rising up a little to show off a faint sliver of Riddle's pale bare belly, almost near his navel. Though Riddle tried in vein to tug his shirt down.
It still wasn't enough, so Riddle took a moment to massage his aching belly, digging his fingertips firmly into his painfully heavy gut in an effort to ease the cramping he was feeling in his stomach muscles. As he rubbed, Riddle's belly gurgled quite audibly, to where even Trey could hear Riddle's stomach loudly berating him. Riddle once again brought a hand over his mouth and started burping into his palm. It was a series of small, muted eruptions, eager to expel what pressure he could without being too boorish. Though, one or two came up a little deeper than he'd have liked, which made him blush some more. He hated that so much but if he was going to erupt in front of anybody, the one and only person he could be even remotely comfortable doing so around would probably have to be Trey, who at least didn't give him a hard time over it. The tarts were doing that just fine, after all...
Eventually, Riddle made just enough room to finish up the remainder of that strawberry tart. It was a grueling endeavor. He was so painfully full that each bite started making him worry that all those tarts he'd eaten might start coming back up, but he managed to keep it down while filling up on more and more of that last, big, delicious piece. Riddle stuck his fork into that final bite, pushing it past his lips, chewing, groaning, before tilting his head back and...
*GLLLUUUUULLLK*
...With a wet, audible gulp, that final mouthful of tart pushed a little golfball-sized lump down Riddle's throat, one which his gloved fingers traced, feeling it slide down his gullet, before disappearing behind his chest and into his absolutely packed gut.
Riddle huffed breathlessly for several moments, before slumping back in his chair and moaning miserably as he rested both hands atop his painfully bloated belly. “Ngh...oOoohhhh I'm so full...” Riddle moaned with immense strain in his voice as he caressed his rounded stomach tenderly in a futile effort to soothe the overtaxed organ. He suddenly hiccuped loudly, blushing and groaning as he covered his mouth groggily and hiccuped sharply again. A third hiccup jolted his entire body, before it morphed into a rather raunchy belch that he half-muffed before the rest just rolled past his lips against his will.
“Man, Riddle, I must've really done something right with these tarts to push you to do this to yourself,” Trey remarked with an impressed whistle as he took in the sight of his house warden.
“Mph...I-ngh...I still intend to give thorough feedback in fuuUuhll...” Riddle groggily tried to say, but once again clamped his mouth shut and turned red as a strawberry tarts' gooey insides after accidentally burping the word 'full' out.
“Emphasis on 'full' there, right?” Trey said, reaching over and gently patting Riddle's ballooned out belly. Though as he did, both he and Riddle blushed anew, and Riddle was, of course, way too full to swat Trey's hand away.
As Trey's hand remained on Riddle's stomach, his specs-wearing eyes were absolutely transfixed on the sight of it. Riddle's belly was bulging out by a solid foot, looking tighter and rounder than he'd ever seen it before, with a perfect curvature to its surface. His buttoned up dress shirt was hugging against his gut so tightly that the buttons looked about ready to pop right off, and the bottom of his shirt was hiked up to where the shirt hovered just near Riddle's bellybutton, almost teasingly concealing it still. Riddle had already unbuttoned his pants from earlier, but the more he ate, the more his belly weighed down against his pants, pushing them down to expose more of his now-momentarily widened hips and even a bit of his red boxers. It was a look that quite complemented Riddle's lean and petite frame, Trey felt.
Though, his fixation was interrupted when Riddle's gut gave an intense gurgle, making Riddle groan anew. So, Trey decided to pull himself a seat next to Riddle, sitting down in the chair he set next to him and leaning closer to begin unbuttoning Riddle's shirt. Riddle, even in his overstuffed state, appeared indignant when he asked, “W-What do you think you're-*HIC*-mph, doing??”
“Helping to settle your stomach, which is hard to do when your shirt is clinging against it for dear life,” Trey explained casually as he admittedly fumbled a bit with the buttons. Riddle's belly was so bloated that it left absolutely no room to separate the buttons without a bit of force. It took some doing but eventually, Trey managed to unbutton the bottom of Riddle's shirt, which was already showing off a few inches of Riddle's bare stomach anyway. With that first button undone, he was able to undo more and more, biting his lip slightly when Riddle's shallow bellybutton was finally exposed fully. He got them undone all the way up to his chest, allowing Riddle's bare belly to spill out more freely, which caused Riddle to groan in a more euphoric sense.
“OoOooohhhh, I detest how wonderful this feels...” Riddle groaned out, eyes resting shut as he spoke.
“No you don't,” Trey said teasingly but casually, with no retort from Riddle to contradict him.
Instead, the red-haired boy slumped back in his seat with a bit more relief, taking slow, labored breaths as his round, taut belly slowly rose and fell with each breath he took, gurgling heavily all the while. Leaning a bit closer, Trey rested his hands against Riddle's exposed stomach and started to slowly run his hands up and down the overstuffed organ. Riddle couldn't help but moan at the sensation, arching his back and causing his belly to push out even further, much to Trey's delight.
Riddle's stomach felt smooth to the touch, but had absolutely no give whatsoever to it. When Trey's fingertips dug into Riddle's flesh, he couldn't push into it at all due to how utterly stuffed his stomach was. Which also highlighted that Riddle truly didn't have an ounce of fat on his body, something Trey always lamented. Though, it was hard to complain in the moment.
Trey's hands slowly roamed every inch of that smooth, watermelon-sized gut. He rubbed circles into the center of Riddle's belly, kneading into his even tighter upper stomach to undo any knots he could feel. Eventually, he got into a groove of letting his hand run up the upper crest of Riddle's stomach and all the way down to his very tender and slightly softer feeling underbelly.
As he continued rubbing Riddle's belly, Trey couldn't stop eyeing Riddle's bellybutton. It looked a little more stretched out with how bloated Riddle truly was, but even more shallow. While his hand ran circles into the center of Riddle's stomach, Trey very intentionally ran his palm right up against Riddle's navel, kneading circles against it, before forgoing subtlety completely and pushing his fingertip into Riddle's bellybutton. Riddle moaned a little more overtly pleasurably at that sensation, prompting Trey to smirk and continue teasing his shallow navel, pushing into it before ghosting his finger into light, sensual circles along the outer rim of Riddle's bellybutton.
“Mmm, and I suppose that to help me feel better too...?” Riddle chimed in, still strained from how full he felt but almost teasing in tone as he managed a small smirk back at Trey, whose cheeks reddened a bit at the remark.
“You didn't seem to mind,” Trey replied back, patting Riddle's belly and trying to shudder over that oh so satisfying thump it gave.
The pat also disrupted the pressure in Riddle's packed gut, making him once again hiccup loudly. He once again blushed and covered his mouth, scowling back at Trey as he stifled another sharp hiccup which jolted his body and said, “Do you-*HlLP*-mph, m-mind?”
Trey chuckled and said, “Heh, sorry.” Though, as he felt up Riddle's rounded stomach more, he could feel it gurgle rather aggressively beneath his palm. “Hmmm, sounds like there's still a lot of pressure in there.”
Riddle hiccuped loudly again, as if to emphasis Trey's point, then groaned miserably as he rubbed his chest. “Ugh...as if I haven't-*hicculp*-guh...I've already made a boorish pig of myself enough as is...”
“If you want, I can go get you some soda to see if that'll help-”
“-No,” Riddle insisted sharply, groaning to himself, not out of fullness this time, but a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance. He sat up a bit and gripped at the side of his belly, kneading into its painfully weighty yet stiff surface, then took a breath. After a moment, he opened his mouth and out came a low, airy belch, followed by another one right after that. Riddle huffed and hit the side of his stomach a few times, still with his mouth open expectingly. Another weak one came up, followed by a sharper hiccup that made him cringe. “*HIC* Oof...it's not coming up...”
“Here, lemme help,” Trey insisted as he removed Riddle's hand and groped Riddle's belly from both sides. His thumbs pushed into Riddle's tight flesh as he kneaded into it, whilst feeling around for a particularly tense portion. He kept 'scanning' Riddle's stomach until his palms found a tense portion just above Riddle's bellybutton.
“Your fascination with my bellybutton will always bewilder me...” Riddle mumbled with a roll of his eyes.
“This isn't that,” Trey insisted, blushing a little as he added, “...mostly.”
Before Riddle could tease him any further, Trey pressed down hard against Riddle's belly. Riddle grimaced in discomfort from both the sheer volume of pressure being applied to his gut and the intense gurgling that followed. Trey pushed harder and harder, causing Riddle to cover his mouth, until...
...Riddle's maw gaped open as he let out an absolutely MONSTROUS belch. All the pressure that had been brewing in the deepest depths of Riddle's belly came exploding out past his small lips in one thoroughly uncouth and absolutely deafening eructation. Despite how tight Riddle's gut was from how stuffed it was, Trey could actually feel it reverberate from the sheer magnitude of the belch Riddle had unleashed.
When it finally ended, Riddle was left gasping breathlessly, face flushed from both embarrassment and the sheer exertion that came from letting that monster out. He panted breathlessly, belly rising and falling heavily as he half-heartedly covered his mouth and, after taking a moment to catch his breath, wearily said, “Fahhh...haaaahhh...ohhh merciful seven, excuse me...”
“Heh, I don't even think ACE could top that monster,” Trey boasted, patting Riddle's belly in a congratulatory manner.
Riddle glared back at Trey, still weary as he muttered, “...That is nothing to...mmph...nothing to brag about...as house warden, such uncouth behavior is utterly appalling...”
“But relieving, right?”
Riddle bit his lip in that half-pouting sort of manner of his and muttered, “...That's besides the point...”
“Sure it is,” Trey insisted with an innocent smirk before pressing down hard against the side of Riddle's belly.
Riddle grimaced again, pushing a fist against his mouth as he gave a BIG closed mouth burp that rumbled quite loudly behind his lips. Trey pressed a little harder and another sizable muffled belch erupted within Riddle's puffed cheeks, before he gave up and just let the rest of it rumble out of his mouth quite loudly. “Ugh...disgusting...” Riddle moaned, holding a hand over his mouth to release a longer, throatier burp, followed by a dainty afterburp.
In spite of his embarrassment, he couldn't hide a relieved moan after that last one, which only made Trey smirk even wider. “Told you,” Trey insisted, teasingly patting Riddle's belly again.
“...Utter a word of this to anyone and it's-”
“-Off with my head, I know,” Trey remarked nonchalantly.
Riddle once again glared but was too weary to say anything more. His facial expression softened somewhat when Trey resumed rubbing Riddle's belly in a far softer and more gentle manner. After expelling so much pressure, the painful tightness had given way to just feeling immensely full and weary, which was a far more satisfying feeling than Riddle cared to admit.
Once again, he leaned back in his seat, causing his stomach to stick out more as Trey cupped Riddle's sensitive but curved out underbelly and stroked it from side to side, making Riddle moan a bit more audibly. “All in all, I would say that your tarts all excel in flavor and richness...but for some of them...” Riddle paused to muffle yet another burp into his fist that left him groaning, “...ugh, pardon...but yes, for SOME, I would caution some serving limits...”
“Rule 93, no one shall attend an unbirthday party with an upset stomach,” Trey interjected, earning an approving nod from Riddle.
“...Indeed. Besides, this unbirthday party will only be a success if it's fun for everyone, right? Hard to have fun with an upset stomach, as I can attest...”
“Right,” Trey said with a softer smirk, glad to see that Riddle was slowly learning how to be less authoritarian with his leadership.
Riddle relaxed in his seat as Trey continued gently rubbing soothing, sensual circles all across his bulging belly.
“So!” Trey piped up as he continued rubbing away. “...Does this mean you'll be my taste tester for some pie recipes I've got in the works?”
Riddle's relaxed expression hardened once again as he glared suspiciously at Trey. “...How many pie recipes...?”
“Oh, not too much. No more than a dozen tops.”
Riddle groaned miserably to himself. “...Well, if it's for our underclassmen, it's the least I can do...” he mumbled in defeat, adding, “...but any discomfort I suffer after the fact, I expect you'll take care of again...”
“Oh believe me, house warden. That'd be my absolute pleasure...” Trey said with a near-devilish grin.
Riddle hummed to himself, basking in the treatment his much overworked tum was receiving. "Sooner or later, we're going to need to discuss that aforementioned 'pleasure', mmmmmm...but preferably later..." Riddle almost purred as he felt Trey's fingers roaming his underbelly, just above his exposed boxers.
He tilted his head back and rested his eyes shut as he groaned a bit more comfortably, his jaw parting a bit in a satisfied smile...
...One which immediately dipped when he once again found Trey eyeing his exposed teeth.
"Seriously, it is REALLY impressive how clean you keep your teeth."
Riddle once again cocked a brow and opened his mouth to retort...
...Only for his throat to gurgle, and for another rather embarrassingly large belch to bellow from his maw, once again prompting the young man to clamp a hand over his mouth in embarrassment.
Trey simply laughed and teasingly fanned the air around his nose, adding, "But yeah, definitely make sure to brush your teeth thoroughly after your stomach settles a bit, yeah?"
Riddle, in spite of his embarrassment, scowled at Trey and said, "...Forget what I said earlier, we're talking about all of this MUCH sooner...starting with your teeth obsession..."
In spite of himself, Riddle half-pouted in that adorably indignant way of his.
"...And for your information, I brush my teeth QUITE thoroughly...Rule 75, always be sure to brush your teeth no less than six times a day...to imply my breath is anything less than minty fresh is an insult..."
Trey just snickered and continued rubbing away while Riddle relaxed in his seat.
When Trey wasn't looking, however, he cupped a hand over his mouth and breathed into it...brow furrowing in defeat...
Feast Like A Rockstar (Taoka x POV Prefect Stuffing Fic)
Yesterday was the birthday of my good pal @hooter-n-company and in honor of her big day, I wrote up a POV reader stuffing fic featuring her TW OC, Taoka Latronis. This is my first time writing for Taoka, and the longest fic I've written in ages. XD
Anywho, hope you guys enjoy and be sure to wish her a very happy birthday, if you haven't already! :)
“Ahhh, did'ja hear that crowd, babe? They absolutely LOVED me!” Taoka Latronis exclaimed confidently as he folded his arms behind his head with a confident smile across his handsome face as he rested his eyes shut contently. You smirked and nudged him softly as you walked closely besides him and assured him that he was magnificent, as always. Taoka cracked one eye open slightly as he glanced back at you and smirked cockily, teasing those pearly white fangs of his. “Course I was. Magnificence is my middle name after all, babe.”
You rolled your eyes and joked that of Taoka had a middle name, it would be 'Crabby Pants.'
Taoka snorted and nudged you back. “Not yer best dig, ain't gonna lie. Heh, must still be awestruck'uh my talents, eh?”
You simply chuckled and conceded that you must be.
As the two of you continued walking, however, suddenly, a rather loud rumble bellowed throughout the hallway of Octavinelle. Taoka winced and rested his ungloved hand against his lean stomach, rubbing it firmly as it continued rumbling up a storm. “Mph, damn, did ya hear that? I'm starvin'...”
Your cheeks reddened a bit as you listened to your boyfriend's middle rumbling away hungrily. Naturally, you joked that there's no way the greedy crab would ever skip out on a meal.
“Tch, s'my new rule, babe. Never eat anythin' before a show,” Taoka's tanned cheeks reddened somewhat as he glanced away and in a more uncharacteristically pouty sort of way, added, “...already made that mistake once...do not need a repeat...”
Again, your cheeks reddened at that memory, biting your lip as you remarked that you certainly didn't mind. Jokingly, you added that half the shred metal where you come from sounds like the singers burping into the mic anyway.
“Yeah, but they ain't LITERALLY doin' it, are they,” Taoka swiped back, before managing a sly smirk back at you and leaning closer. “Buuuut who knows? With a good meal in my belly, I might just give you an encore...'specially with a meal as fillin' as you are, babe...” He looked you over with a hungry look in his gorgeous eyes and slowly ran his tongue across his fangs in a way that made you weak in the knees. “Whadduya say? Care t'satiate my hunger?”
Tugging at your collar a bit, you felt yourself sweat at that predatory teasing of his. Still, you composed yourself and gently rested your hand against Taoka's lean stomach and slowly caressed it up and down, adding that you already planned to, and that if he eats you, he'll miss out on his real reward.
Taoka cocked a brow and tilted his head. “Oh?”
Then of course, upon arriving back at his dorm room, his eyes nearly bugged out of his skull.
“...Oh.”
Spread across the coffee table was a whole slew of dishes you'd ordered from the Monstro Lounge during the live show, all of Taoka's favorite dishes, and a whole bunch of 'em to boot.
Being the lover of a gluttonous young rockstar with about as much self control as a pig before a troff, you'd long since come to know that whenever it was dinner time, Taoka was going to eat enough to feed at least half a dozen students, and likely beyond. Granted, that was kind of the norm with EVERY student in NRC, but hey, details...
“Hooooly crabby crap, you really went all out, didn'tcha, babe...” Taoka mused in awe, before clearing his throat and managing that trademark cocky smirk of his as he added, “...nothin' but the finest fer the finest, amirite?”
Again, you rolled your eyes and nudged him playfully before the two of you sat down at the couch. You remarked that after the show, a bit of a treat would be in order for Taoka knocking it out of the park.
He smirked back at you as he grabbed his first takeout box and said, “Heh, y'were that confident I'd dazzle the crowd? Eh, can't say I blame ya. Hard NOT t'be dazzled by yers truly, ain't it...”
You conceded the point, but added that was mostly because his getup could blind an entire concert hall.
“Oi! It's called 'fashion', thank you very much. Ain't my fault most'uh you, beyond Vil, got the fashion sense of a mannequin,” Taoka insisted as he stuck his nose up at you rather petulantly, before his stomach rumbled almost impatiently. He grimaced and palmed his firm, trim gut, adding, “Alright, alright, jeez..so impatient...” But once he opened that first box and found fried, simmering fish with coconut sauce and lemon awaiting him, Taoka's maw instantly started watering.
You would've said 'bon appetite', but before you could even finish saying 'bon', Taoka was already ravenously gorging himself on that first dish. Taoka groaned at the delicious flavors as he chewed heartily, shoveling more and more fish into his maw and groaning some more at the sheer deliciousness treating his taste buds. After seconds of his fangs pulverizing that ample mouthful of meat, Taoka dipped his head back and gave a thick, hearty gulp. You watched with rapt focus as a sizable lump traversed down Taoka's slender throat with a wet squelch. He rested his gloved finger against it and followed the lump as it vanished past his collarbone and left him huffing contently.
Without wasting another second, he helped himself to another dish, eagerly and voraciously scarfing down its contents like famine was fast approaching. As he gorged himself, he smirked back at you, eyeing you as he watched you watching him stuff his face. “Enjoyin' the show, babe?” he asked in a flirtatiously teasing manner.
You blushed and remarked that he knew full well that you were.
Taoka's grin widened at that, once again baring his fangs a bit. He then grabbed an especially sizable piece of fried tempura, one meant to be cut up into smaller pieces. Instead, Taoka dangled it over his maw and slowly pushed the entire thing into his mouth. He chewed heartily, tugging you close to him as his fangs crunched down heavily against the fried fish. Then, Taoka gave an especially thick gulp, causing an even larger bulge to protrude from his neck, one which made him wince slightly as that big mouthful of tempura slowly descended down your boyfriend's gullet.
Unable to help yourself, you rested your fingers against the bulge in Taoka's neck and pressed into it slightly, as if forcing that lump down his throat manually. You both shuddered at the sensation as the bulge traveled further and further down his throat, with your fingers still pressed against it, until with one last wet gulp, it vanished behind his smooth, athletic chest and into his stomach. Taoka huffed heavily, his fish-scented breath wafting over you as you blushed furiously. He licked his lips clean and grinned back at you again, flashing you a teasing wink which made your spine tingle.
The aquatic, shapeshifting youth continued working his way through dish after dish, effortlessly packing away boxes that would've left you stuffed ages ago. All the while, as he packed it all away, your eyes wandered down to Taoka's stomach. His normally trim and concave midsection had long since flattened out early into his binge-eating. As time went on and more empty takeout boxes continued to pile up, however, Taoka's stomach steadily began to swell, starting with a delightfully curved out edge, until it began to grow more visibly rounded the more Taoka packed away. His almost tribal, crab-patterned shirt tightened around his middle, now, barely containing his belly the more bloated it became. On top of that, Taoka's stylish golden belt began to strain against the weight and heft of his growing gut too.
Even with his stomach bulging out by almost a dozen extra inches, still, Taoka continued wolfing down box after box of all the delectable seafood you'd picked out for him. His pace had certainly slowed down slightly, but the greedy young rockstar showed no signs of stopping any time soon. Taoka ate and ate, as his belly grew bigger and rounder with every takeout box of seafood that he consumed. You swallowed hard as you saw his shirt begin to lift up ever so slightly, almost teasing you as a tantalizing sliver of Taoka's bare, tanned stomach began to poke out from beneath his now-ill fitting shirt.
Smacking his lips a bit, Taoka seemed a bit parched, so you almost a little TOO eagerly snatched up a can of sparkling water for him. Taoka snorted to himself and took the can. “Hehe, man, yer hopeless, y'know that?” He said teasingly.
You insisted that you were no more shameless than he was...or virtually anyone else in NRC whose name wasn't Kalim.
Taoka shrugged, before popping the top of the can open, then bringing it to his lips and took a nice long drag. He pulled the can aside and smacked his lips again. “Ahh, brisk,” he insisted, before bringing it back up to his lips and properly slugging his beverage down. You watched his pronounced Adam's Apple bob in and out as; his throat pulsating as Taoka chugged his drink down at an impressive pace. Your heart raced in your chest, hearing the squelching of his throat muscles as all that fizzy liquid flowed down his gullet. Taoka moaned a little around his can as he chugged, both from how full he was clearly starting to get...aaaaand almost certainly, to rile you up further.
As Taoka chugged his drink down, his ungloved hand rested against his bulging belly, slowly stroking it as more of that carbonated beverage filled his already packed gut up. By the time he finished downing his drink, his stomach was looking slightly more inflated, due to the sheer volume of carbonation building up from downing so much so quickly.
Making it a point to flip the can over and shake it, revealing not a single drop remained, Taoka crushed the can, tossed it aside, and gulped down the remaining mouthful of sparkling water in his mouth. Taoka huffed breathlessly for but a moment...before wincing, grabbing his bulging belly with both hands, and letting loose an absolutely MONSTROUS belch! All that carbonation in Taoka's belly came rushing out of him all at once in one deafening eructation, one that rattled out of him for a few seconds straight, and made you flinch from its sheer might.
When it ended, Taoka gasped breathlessly, laughing in an equally breathless manner as he slapped his belly in satisfaction with an equally satisfying thumping sound to it. “Whew! Haaaah...guh, oh wow,” he started to say, before his voice trailed off. There was a brief look of strain before Taoka took a deep breath, and belched again. It wasn't nearly as explosive as that first, glorious monster, but it was still hefty-sounding, and rolled out of Taoka's maw for nearly six seconds straight. It morphed into a breathy groan of relief at the end, leaving him huffing for several seconds as his bulging belly rose and fell. “...Guhhh, oOoh man, that was a good one...” Taoka moaned as he stroked his belly up and down in a satisfied, teasing manner, before glancing back at you and flashing you another wink. “Yer welcome, by the by...”
You didn't even care how your face was even more red than Riddle at his angriest...that entire scene would replay in your head endlessly for years to come.
Sure enough, Taoka went back to stuffing himself on the remaining boxes of seafood. However, he was definitely starting to flag. His groaning was a little more exaggerated, leaving you unsure if he was hamming it up to rile you up further, or just really, REALLY full. Either way, your cheeks weren't getting any less rosy.
Eventually, Taoka slumped back against the couch, groaning as he massaged his big, weighty gut. It was now sticking out rather prominently by over a foot, and hiking up his shirt more and more until the bottom of his shirt was an inch or so below his bellybutton, as if to tease you. Taoka's hands kneaded into his tight-looking sides as he moaned all the while. “OoOooohhhh, babe...I'm really startin' t'feel it now...” Taoka moaned as he massaged his round, churning gut. He hiccuped loudly, and huffed, covering his mouth as he hiccuped again, jerking his entire torso and causing his bloated belly to burble some more. “Ugh...*HICCULP!*...woof...oohhh man, I'm stuffed...”
The aquatic teen in disguise hiccuped rather loudly again, huffing as he palmed his chest and gave another hiccup. Grimacing, he took a deep breath and pounded his chest a few more times with his fist, until a rather large, rumbling belch finally rolled out of his maw. It lasted a few seconds and ended in a relieved groan that left his tongue hanging from his maw not unlike a dog.
“Hahhh...better,” Taoka moaned, patting his belly contently and letting out a thick afterburp from the corner of his mouth.
Yeaaaaahhhh, your cheeks were going to be burning for a good hot minute...
Taoka tried to keep gorging himself, but you could definitely see that he was reaching his limits. His pace was much slower, he was groaning a bit more, and every so often, some rather thick belches would work their way out of his maw, and always end in a groan.
Still, you insisted that he only had a few more dishes left to eat. He moaned some more, this time in a more noticeably exaggerated manner, arching his back as he did so and not only making his belly stick out more, but hiking up his shirt enough to expose the bottom half of his shallow bellybutton. He didn't even need to look at you to see what that was doing to you, the cheeky little crab...
“Mmmm...I dunno, babe...I'm pretty packed to the brim...” Taoka groaned, slapping the side of his belly again in a showy manner, before adding, “...maybe if someone helped feed me the rest, I could manage...”
...Ohhhh, damn him to the furthest pit of hell...or...whatever the hell equivalent was for everyone in this realm...
Nonetheless, you were all too eager to assist. Grabbing one of the remaining boxes, you scooted even closer to Taoka and cracked it open. It was a box of coconut battered fried shrimps. You took one by the tail and held it towards Taoka's mouth, which opened up to eagerly accept the shrimp. After you stuck the shrimp into his mouth, he wrapped his lips shut around it, crunching away and swallowing it down effortlessly, before opening his maw wide for more.
Oh, he absolutely could've done this himself. This was just to twist your arm into helping rile you up further.
...As if you minded one bit...
You hand-fed Taoka more and more shrimp, shuddering at the way he groaned at you feeding him. As he chewed down a mouthful of shrimps, you finally took a moment to rest your free hand against Taoka's belly. Your knees were practically jelly by this point...
Taoka's gut was beautifully round, sticking out by well over a foot. His slight trace of muscles were nowhere to be found; abs perfectly smoothed out in his bloated state. You tugged his shirt up further, fully exposing his bellybutton and several inches above it. Taoka's round, tan belly was delectably smooth to the touch, and as taut as a drum. Experimentally, you pushed your fingertips into his tight flesh and could barely move it. There was damn near no give whatsoever to that overstuffed stomach.
Slowly, your hand began to run circles into the side of that tight, tanned ball of flesh. Even with how hard his bloat was, you nonetheless dug your fingertips into his skin as you kneaded Taoka's belly. The slick, purple-haired boy moaned in absolute splendor at that sensation, biting his lip as he swallowed that hefty mouthful of shrimps. You peeled your eyes away from his beautifully bloated belly to look up at his throat, once again watching as his gloved fingers traced the lump traveling down his throat. When it reached his belly, you could hear Taoka's stomach gurgle in response, churning so intensely that it bubbled with every addition adding to the growing mass festering inside of Taoka's glutted midsection.
You continued rubbing Taoka's belly with one hand while feeding him with the other. When you pushed more shrimps past his lips, Taoka lapped up the shrimps, but also ran his tongue across your fingers, making you shudder a bit. Grinning, Taoka grabbed your wrist and slowly ran his tongue across your hand, pulling your wrist into his maw slightly more, as if teasingly threatening to eat you...before innocently releasing his grip on your wrist and letting you pull your hand out.
“Mmmm, tasty,” Taoka said with his mouthful, grinning back at you as your mind struggled to comprehend if he was referring to the shrimps or YOU...
...Didn't help that you weren't quite sure which one you were hoping was the right answer...
“S'alright, babe, I know yer a flustered lil mess right now, and rest assured, I'll be more than happy t'fluster ya even f-rRRRMPH?!” The spiky-haired dope tried to keep teasing you, but mysteriously, several shrimps found their way into his mouth all at once. Huh, SURELY, you only meant to feed him a few and not an entire handful, didn't you? Oh well...
His cheeks bulged out rather humorously as he looked both surprised and a bit indignant, nonetheless, he grumbled rather petulantly and nonetheless chewed away. The crunching of those fried shrimp was notably louder than usual due to the sheer amount that you just crammed into his big mouth. There was so much that Taoka had to lean his head back so that gravity could assist him when he finally gulped that mouthful down, which he did with an especially thick, squelching...
*GLUUUUOOORRRLLLK!!!*
...Your eyes widened as you watched a rather thick bulge push down from the bottom of Taoka's jawline and slowly squeeze its way down his throat. Taoka looked a bit strained as he gulped down that ample mouthful, pushing his fingertips against the protrusion in his neck and pushing into it as he gave a few smaller gulps to help work that ample mouthful of shrimp down his gullet. It was like Taoka was swallowing a baseball whole with how thick that lump was...
...How many shrimps DID you shove into his craw anyway...?!
Not that it mattered. Thanks to Taoka's inhuman anatomy, the equally inhuman amount of food was able to work its way further and further down his throat, until with one last wet gulp, it squeezed past his collarbone and added to his already ample belly. Taoka's fingers followed that protrusion all the way down until his palm rested against his chest. After swallowing it down, he huffed breathlessly...
...Then winced as his head sank into his neck somewhat, before lurching forward with his maw gaping open as a HUGE belch blasted aggressively out of Taoka's maw. It rattled out of him so intensely that, for as tight as his gut was, you could feel the inside of his Taoka's weighty stomach reverberate from the sheer intensity of that eructation. When it ended, Taoka gasped breathlessly, looking both relieved but winded after getting that monster out. “Guhh...hooooly hell...” Taoka groaned out in a slightly hoarse tone of voice, before clenching his eyes shut and letting out a lengthy afterburp that left him moaning some more when it ended.
You quickly checked your nose to make sure it wasn't bleeding with how much blood was rushing to your face from that display.
Getting that out of his system, you were able to feed him the remaining boxes of food. Every tempura piece you hand fed him was met with him licking your palm and teasing you in that predatory manner of his, just to watch you squirm. All the while, you continued pampering that big, tanned belly as it grew bigger and rounder.
Eventually, every last scrap of food was finished up, and Taoka was left stuffed into a food-drunk stupor.
“Haahhh...hrraaaaahhhh...” the immensely bloated rockstar huffed and panted, overstuffed beyond belief. “...Gruuoorrgh...oohhh baby, I...am...STUFFED...” Taoka moaned out as he lazily patted his immense dome of a gut. He hiccuped quite loudly and groaned afterwards, sinking into the couch like a dazed ragdoll.
No longer needing to feed him, you now used both hands to work over every inch of that glorious tum. Up and down they slid, kneading into that drum-tight surface.
As you rubbed Taoka's belly, your hands traced down to his smooth, softer underbelly, stroking it from side to side and making Taoka shudder in pleasure. As you did, your fingers traced down towards his waist, working your fingers around the buckle of his belt. It was a struggle. Taoka was so damn bloated that his belly was pressing down firmly against that golden belt. But you knew he'd never stop whining if he burst that belt, glorious as that would've been, so you worked to undo it. It took some doing, but eventually, unbuckled his belt.
And like water breaching the hairline crack of a dam, Taoka's belly surged out freely by a few extra inches and unzipping his pants in the process. “GruoooOOOOohhhhh by the seven...” Taoka moaned out in a relieved daze, practically going crosseyed as his belly spilled out freely. He slumped back even more, making his gut stick out all the way for you.
You took in the sight of that immensely swollen ball of flesh. The sight of Taoka so utterly bloated and looking downright debauched was enough to make you lightheaded. Even in his food drunk state, Taoka managed to catch your obvious attraction and managed a sly, fang-filled smirk.
“Mrrahhh...like what'cha see, babe?” he asked, folding his arms behind his head and arching his back even more to make his belly jut forth even further.
You were too flustered to even retort. Oh, he had you right where he wanted you. Your hands eagerly roamed every inch of that ample, firm dome. Taoka groaned as your fingers ghosted up and down that overstuffed gut of his, kneading into the upper crest of his stomach and kneading circles into the sides of his gut, before sliding down his delectably tender underbelly.
Taoka bit his lower lip in delight, basking in the unbridled pampering you gave his large, churning middle. As you rubbed into it, you rested your head against his belly, pressing your ear against its surface, listening as Taoka's innards gurgled and bubbled intensely to try and break down such a vast meal.
“Mmmm...imaginin' yerself stirrin' around in there, babe? 'Cuz I'd be more than happy to arrange that for ya if y'ask me to,” Taoka remarked, still in his food-drunk haze as he grinned down at you and slowly ran his tongue across his fangs in an extra showy manner, making your spine tingle.
To even pretend that you weren't imagining yourself squirming in Taoka's big, warm belly, feeling the slick stomach lining squeezing all around you, would be a big fat lie. Instead, you nuzzled against Taoka's belly, shuddering at how it gurgled in your ears, and continued rubbing your palm against the center of Taoka's gut. Your finger traced around Taoka's shallow bellybutton, making the young shapeshifter moan a little more pleasurably, especially when you teasingly pushed your finger inside of his navel and kneaded around within it. He always had a pretty sensitive bellybutton, something you'd learned quite a bit the more you two dated.
You eventually pulled your finger out of his navel and gave the side of his gut a few hearty, possessive pats. Each pat had such a wonderfully satisfying thump to it, like thumping against a really ripe watermelon. The gurgling was still relentless, so as you rubbed, you once again started really pushing against Taoka's belly, trying to press your fingers as firmly against his gut as you could.
Taoka winced as his belly gave a rather ominous gurgle. “Mph, oOhhh wow, babe, there's a BIG one in there...” he groaned out as he grabbed your hand and guided it towards the center of his gut, just above his bellybutton. You eagerly pushed as firmly as you could against that portion of his ample stomach, which had no give whatsoever, but still, you pushed.
The gurgling intensified, making Taoka cringe, before a thick lump rose up his throat and caused his cheeks to puff out. For a moment, you feared that Taoka was about to be sick and that you were in the blast range.
A record-shatteringly COLOSSAL belch exploded from past Taoka's rippling lips...! All that air swallowed down from eating so fast and the sheer volume of gas built up from all this delicious, greasy seafood had created a monumental pocket of stomach gasses that came violently expelling from Taoka's gut all at once and this was the explosive result. The throat-destroying eructation could most definitely be heard from well beyond Taoka's dorm room as it blasted boorishly and loudly for almost eight uninterrupted seconds straight. What probably helped was the way you pushed on Taoka's belly as he burped to force as much of that gas out as humanly possible.
After what felt like an eternity (that you could have happily sat in forever), Taoka gasped heavily before slumping back; a panting, sweaty heap as his big, tight belly rose and fell with each labored and heavy breath he gave.
“Faahhhh...hhhaaaahhhhh...oOOoohhhh Chernabog, that was...” Taoka trailed off again, before throwing his head back, slapping his belly and letting another HUGE burp, almost just as loud, but nowhere near as long. He sighed heavily again, letting his tongue hang from his maw as he nearly went cross-eyed and slowly stroked his belly in a satisfied manner. After catching his breath, he said, “hhhhrraaaahhhhh...ooOooohhh that felt...amazin'...”
...SOUNDED amazing too...
With that pressure now expelled, you much more gently resumed rubbing his big, burbly belly in a more sensual and soothing manner. Taoka groaned pleasurably as he rested his eyes shut and let you pamper away.
“Mmmm...ya know, after gettin' that bad boy outta my poor tum-tum, I'd bet I could probably squeeze ya down fer dessert...” Taoka said in a still hoarse but teasing manner. He licked his lips hungrily at you and added, “How would ya like that, babe? A lot? Or a REAL lot?”
Blushy as you were...for a LOT of reasons, you simply rested your head against that bulbous belly and slowly caressed away. After a while of this, you remarked that you'd rather remain out here so you can tend to Taoka's big ol' tum-tum directly. Adding that if you were stirring away inside, you wouldn't be able to do this...
And by 'this', you, of course, meant plant a kiss just above Taoka's bellybutton.
Sure enough, when you looked up, that cocky smirk was wiped clean off of Taoka's face. Suddenly, it was HIS turn to go red-cheeked as he tugged at his golden blazer a bit and said, “...Err...y-yeah, I guess ya couldn't...jeez, i-is it warm all'uh the sudden or what...?”
You grinned and simply resumed rubbing away. Crabby dork never could take what he dished out...it was adorable, frankly...
As you rubbed, however, you smirked back and added that he really did do an amazing job at the show tonight.
Upon hearing that, he smirked a little more cockily again and said, “Pfft, as if there was any doubt?” His cocky smirk turned just EVER so slightly more sincere as he added, “...'Sides, when ya have a certain someone cheerin' ya on every step'uh the way? S'hard not t'rock out when yer feelin' like a star already, ya know?”
You smiled back and rested your head against his belly, lightly patting it as you nodded in agreement, before adding that he better not start calling you his “Groupie”.
Taoka laughed, then grinned down widely. “Awww, s'wrong with dat, babe? Ya know, there's a ton'uh perks t'bein' my groupie. Such as all these private shows I'm so generously givin' ya?”
You rolled your eyes, but still blushed as you kneaded the side of his stomach.
Then Taoka's stomach gurgled a bit more intensely, and he grinned even wider. “Plus, I can give ya a lil encore...”
You cocked a brow, but before you could ask what sort of 'encore' he was talking about, Taoka pounded his chest, leaned down, and knocked loose a ferocious belch right in your face...one that dragged for a few seconds straight and left him huffing breathlessly, before smacking his chops.
...Oh...
Taoka snickered, folding his arms behind his head again as he arched his back and said, “Ahhh, hehehe, yer just way too easy sometimes, y'know that” His grin turned positively devilish after that. “Tell ya what though. Gimme another one'uh those sparklin' waters'n I'll give ya a REAL show. Hehe, might even try burpin' out more lyrics again, juuuust fer you, babe...”
...Okay, maybe you didn't mind being the cocky crabby's groupie after all...
