I am a sucker for smaller tummies getting filled with food. Slimmer people stuffing themselves with their favorite and then having that cute bloated belly. Definitely looking stuffed, just a lil bloated tummy gurgling happily. The tummy perfectly aligning with their nice cute curves. Them just sighing in pure pleasure, lightly patting their tummy. Perfect if they don't hold in a loud burp or hiccup that makes their belly jolt and slosh.
The second we leave the restaurant, I'd have my hand around your waist, glued to your broth-filled belly. I put it together before you. When I realized you were intent on finishing the broth, I did the math: volume of food vs. your small capacity. As we walk, I'd be intentionally pushing on it, delighting every time you swallow back something wet. It'd be a miracle if we got you to the stop without you spewing on the sidewalk somewhere.
I was never good at math ^^ So I guess we saw the variables, bowl + stomach and arrived at different answers.
Honestly, my stomach was throbbing when I was about 90% through with the food. I refused to waste good broth though, so down the hatch! I knew I'd bitten off more than I could chew when I saw that look in your eyes.
To onlookers, we're just a run o' the mill couple engaging in some casual PDA as we stroll through the commercial district. You've got your arm around my waist, keeping it above my hip (corutesy/modesty points for you). Nobody would look twice at us. Nobody would ever suspect what's really going on.
The second we step off of the curb, crossing the first of four intersections between us and the right bus stop, my stomach sloshes audibly. You had just been keeping your palm pressed gently to my stomach, but the sudden convulsion and the noticeable 'slosh' awoke something inside of you. My grunt of discomfort being cut off by a wet hiccup definitely didn't help matters either.
You keep me upright. To onlookers, it'd appear that I stumbled and you were kind enough to keep me from eating pavement. What's really happening though is that my body twitched, trying to curl around my tight, sloshy tummy--trying to calm the turbulence of my straining gut. You used the movement to subtly press harder against my tummy, trapping me against your side and intentionally jostling my stomach. You can feel the firm, but not hard curve of my stomach-organ under your palm. You squeeze it, delighting in the wet burp and hiss it draws from my throat as I bat at your arm. You pretty much carry me across the intersection, my feet barely skimming the pavement as you resolutely march across to the other curb, most of my weight suspended on your arm, putting even more pressure on my bloated gut. It's all I can do to focus on keeping my meal inside of me--still stubbornly refusing to waste that broth.
"Ugh...quit it!" I hiss at you as we get onto the new curb. You squeeze my belly with your strong fingers, effectively shutting me up as I bite my tongue to avoid spewing here and now.
We continue our journey to the bus stop like so, with me dreading the other intersections. I spy a bench for another bus stop before us. This one marks the halfway point. The bus to our place only stops at the far end of the commercial district…so the one up ahead won't get us where we need to go. I long to sit on that bench, to recline and to give my straining tummy some much-needed TLC. You're doing your best impression of a locked seatbelt, so I doubt I'll get my wish. Any slack given by our jostling movements is eaten up by your arm squeezing me even tighter, your fingers digging deeply into my gut. You occasionally seem to drum your fingers--flexing them into the squishy firmness that is my gut.
Suddenly, I find myself longing for the trash bin next to the bench rather than the bench itself. If you keep this up, you're going to have to buy me another meal before we leave the commercial district 'cuz I'm 100% blaming you if I lose it before we get on the bus.
Been meaning to draw Venom for a awhile, and was inspired to give Gargan Venom a swing in a more appealing version of his interrogation of that Skrull prisoner sequence in Dark Avengers. Hey, Gargan Venom DID say that Skrulls gave him gas. Well, he’s a symbiote of his word. :P
