#xgiulianax

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giuliana circa 4 years ago realizing maybe its time to go on leave. dont ask me for more of her she operates on her own schedule

[ID: a drawing of a grumpy-looking pregnant woman in an apron standing at a counter with a knife, barely able to reach the cutting board.]

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teenytiny silly little dane thing since hes one of my few ocs whos actually into being stuffed

[post-stuffing liquid bloat, a lot of burst teasy language]

"You're not really serious," Giuliana said incredulously.

"Sure I am," said Dane.

"You just ate your weight in pancakes," Angela exclaimed. "You're gonna pop if you drink all that!"

"I am not. Look." Before anybody could stop him, Dane brought the quart of milk to his mouth and tipped it back. His belly, already bulging after a large breakfast, let out an uncomfortable rumble as it began to fill with the heavy liquid. Giuliana and Angela watched in bewilderment as he gulped steadily, the milk slowly emptying down his throat, his tummy pushing out further and further with each loud swallow. Angela watched her tiny girlfriend's belly swell for a moment, then looked at Giuliana.

"Should we stop him?"

"Nah. He can make himself sick if he wants to."

"He looks like he's gonna burst. How the hell is he still going?"

Dane's belly groaned and rumbled unsteadily as it filled with milk and all the air he was swallowing in the process. It was impressively distended now, sticking out far from his small frame, sides bulging hard like a goat's. The skin stretching across his ballooning midsection looked drum-tight, even his belly button pulled taut, and his belly seemed to tremble uneasily with each heavy gulp. Nervously, Angela held a hand over her own tummy.

"My stomach hurts just looking at him," she said.

Dane moaned softly as he drank, brow furrowed with discomfort, holding his belly with his free hand. It wasn't swelling anymore; there was no more space to expand. Now it was only growing tighter, pressure building up inside him as he forced down the last of the milk. His belly looked unbelievably strained. It twitched with each short breath as he drank, too distended to expand. Still, he was determined to finish, and, leaning back slightly, he downed the last few gulps.

Ordinarily, Dane would have patted his belly triumphantly following such a feat, but the best he could manage now was to rest a cautious hand against it. It sloshed and groaned like an overfilled tank just waiting to burst. He breathed carefully, feeling like his stomach might split open if he inhaled too deeply. Giuliana and Angela stared in astonishment, nervously eyeing his dangerously bloated belly.

"Are you alright?" Giuliana asked finally. Dane nodded uncertainly.

"Are you gonna explode?" asked Angela. Dane didn't answer. He thought he might. His belly was straining to hold itself together around his bulging insides, and his stomach was straining even harder to hold itself together around the milk and the big stack of pancakes he'd eaten just prior. Suddenly, a loud gurgle bubbled up inside him, and before he knew it was coming, an enormous burp erupted from him. His belly deflated visibly, though still alarmingly swollen. He blinked, surprised, and Angela broke out into laughter.

"Christ," sighed Giuliana, shaking her head. "Where did I ever get you two?"

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quick doodles of toto & giuliana for enrichment

[ID: two pencil sketches, one showing a man with an uncertain smile and the other showing a woman with a slightly unhappy neutral expression.]

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Air for giuliana?

for you my friend . an image And a chunk of text

[ID: a drawing of a woman sitting and looking uncomfortable, one hand resting on her very bloated tummy.]

"Are you alright?" Angela tilted her head, concerned. Giuliana was hard to read, but Angela thought she looked tense. Something in her face, something in her posture, she wasn't quite sure. Had the table not been blocking her view, she would have been able to see just how distended her friend's belly was. That might have answered the question.

Giuliana wasn't entirely alright. Her stomach felt like it had about a gallon of air forced into it. She wasn't sure how she managed to get so bloated; maybe it was all the chatting while she ate that caused her to swallow so much air. Either way, her belly felt like it was about to burst. It pushed out taut and hard over the waist of her jeans, and her shirt, which had been tucked in, had ridden up just enough to show a tiny sliver of skin.

"I'm fine," she said, but she sounded uncertain. Her belly rumbled uneasily. She placed a hand on it. It felt tight as a drum, the fabric of her shirt pulled snug over the curve of it, and she was surprised to feel skin peeking out.

"Are you sure? You don't look fine," said Angela. Getting Giuliana to admit a problem was like trying to pull a confession from a naughty child. She was stubborn and prideful, and she hated to show weakness. Still, it was clear something was bothering her, and Angela was worried. It wasn't like her stone-faced friend to appear outwardly troubled.

Before either of them could say anything else, Giuliana's belly rumbled again, and suddenly an enormous burp erupted from her. She felt her stomach deflate under her hand, and the unbearable pressure was relieved. There was a look of uncharacteristic surprise on her face, and Angela couldn't help but laugh.

"Christ," she giggled, covering her mouth. "Is that all it was?" Without a word, Giuliana grinned slyly up at her and returned to her dinner.

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If it's possible could we see giuliana with a big upset tummy that's making her hiccupy?

On It Boss

[ID: a drawing of a woman with a very bloated tummy standing with her hands on her hips, hiccuping and looking frustrated.]

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Desperately need more giuliana with an uncomfortable tummy

fortunately shes in good hands

[ID: a doodle of two women standing together. one looks uncomfortable, and her tummy is very bloated. the other is holding her from behind, rubbing her tummy and leaning town to rest her chin on her shoulder.]

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pair of little tiny snippets from activity with friend. barely anything to em theyre pretty much just dialogue

[bloaty tummyache for the first, tail end of stuffing for the second]

1. Giuliana & Angela

"I'm fine," Giuliana insisted, not looking up from the counter she was scrubbing. Her belly let out a strained gurgle of disagreement.

"Fine, huh? You look like you swallowed a goose," teased Angela. "Come on, why don't you take a break? Let your belly settle a little."

"I don't need a break. I need to get the kitchen cleaned up."

"Alright, alright," Angela relented. She knew it was no use; Giuliana was stubborn as a mule. If she didn't want to take a break, a break would not be taken.

-

"Come on, Giuli, you look miserable," said Angela, putting an arm around Giuliana's waist. Her belly felt uncomfortably snug under her hand.

"I am fine, Angela," she said, not looking up from the drawer she was organizing.

"You don't look fine. You look like your tummy hurts."

"I'm fine."

"Fine, fine, suit yourself," sighed Angela, leaving her be once more.

-

"Would you come take a break already? Come on, you look awful."

"I'm busy," said Giuliana, not looking up from the pot she was washing. Her belly pressed out against the counter as she scrubbed, peeking out ever so slightly between the bottom of her shirt and the waist of her too-tight jeans. It groaned uncomfortably, and Angela heard her stifle a soft burp.

"Your belly sounds upset," she said, gently wrapping her arms around her from behind. "Come on, I'll kiss it better. Come sit down, would you?"

"Angela, I'm--" A sudden burp cut her off, and her stomach gurgled as it re-settled itself. Angela chuckled and reached past her to turn off the sink.

"Yeah, yeah, you're fine, whatever. Come sit down and have a ginger ale, you goofball."

2. Rufus & Russell (first time writing them)

"Oh, come on, you're eating for two, aren't you?"

"Yeah, me and a fetus, not another grown man!"

"You are such a drama queen," laughed Russell, giving his husband a playful pat on the side. "What, you don't like my cookin' anymore?"

"Oh, and I'm the drama queen," grinned Rufus. "You made enough to feed the whole town! I'm full, Rusty!"

"Aw, come on. You can't finish this one little plate?"

"I think I can finish it, but I'm gonna look like I'm nine months pregnant when I'm done," said Rufus, resting a hand on his round belly.

"Well, hey, that's not so bad. You're already seven months along." Russell leaned down to kiss Rufus on the cheek, fondly rubbing his belly. Rufus rolled his eyes and picked his fork back up.

-

"Oof, I'm stuffed," Rufus sighed, flopping against Russell's side. "Eating for two, my ass. I feel like I'm having twins." Russell laughed and kissed his forehead.

"Well, twins look pretty cute on you," he teased, slipping a hand under his husband's shirt and gently massaging his belly.

"Mm, keep doin' that." Rufus laid his head against Russell's shoulder with a sleepy sigh, closing his eyes.

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They swallow down a burp they've been holding in, their belly bulging uncomfortably as it builds up inside them for Giuliana?

[stuffing/bloating, discomfort, button pop]

Ordinarily, Giuliana couldn't give less of a rat's ass about who heard her burp. While she was very well-respected, nobody in town had any expectations about her manners; she had a mouth on her that would make a sailor cringe, and she left no wondering what she thought about people who expected her to "behave like a lady." Still, when Dane's grandmother--the only living, respectable parental figure any of them had to speak of--came to visit, she felt inclined to make a good impression.

Angela couldn't cook to save her life, and Dane wasn't much better, so Giuliana had taken it upon herself to make a nice dinner for the occasion. After consulting Dane, she'd decided to try her hand at chicken adobo, having done a trial run the week before to make sure it came out right, along with her specialty, spaghetti bolognese. Dane had contributed a colorful side of squash made just the way his grandmother liked it, and Angela had felt confident enough to prepare a beautiful chocolate cake.

Now, they were sitting around the round dinner table, happily chatting away and enjoying their food. Everything had come out perfectly. Giuliana was relieved that the adobo had been met with approval, and while she was worried that two entrees might have been a bit much, everybody seemed to be enjoying them both. As they ate, though, she became aware of a certain snugness growing in her stomach. She'd been trying all afternoon to avoid burping--something she was not used to doing--and she was feeling much more full than she usually would by this point. Her belly bulged uncomfortably against her jeans, and the waist creaked ominously as she leaned forward to grab a clean napkin.

Giuliana tried to ignore her tightening stomach and pants under the table, focusing instead on the conversation above it. Dane's grandmother was in the middle of telling some wild story about her childhood shenanigans, and Angela was laughing so hard she could barely swallow her food. Giuliana smiled, but her belly let out an uneasy rumble. The pressure building up inside her was becoming unbearable. Her stomach, desperate to release it, tried to push out a burp, but she forced it back down, eliciting another pressurized-sounding gurgle.

"You're awfully quiet," said Dane's grandmother, patting Giuliana's arm. "Are you alright?" She nodded.

"She's always quiet," said Dane. This was true, at least in most situations; it certainly wasn't that she was shy, or even that she didn't have much to say. She was just a quiet type. Right now, though, she at least had a reason. She didn't think she'd be able to get out a full sentence without all the trapped air bloating up her overstretched stomach rushing out in one enormous burp. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it; her belly felt like it was about to burst, and her pants were straining hard against it.

A loud rumble bubbled up inside her belly, and Angela glanced down at her. With some difficulty, she gulped the air back down before it could force its way out. Her belly rumbled again as it tightened painfully, bulging against the waist of her pants, and suddenly, to her horror, the button popped right open. Angela covered her mouth both in shock and to stifle a laugh.

"Oh, sweetheart, I hope you're not holding in all that gas on my account," Dane's grandmother laughed, giving Giuliana's distended belly a friendly pat. The light impact was enough to disturb the massive bubble that was trapped inside her, and, much to her dismay, it finally erupted in a long, impressive burp. She covered her mouth, mortified. Dane and Angela couldn't help but laugh at the uncharacteristic display of embarrassment.

"Hey, you'll definitely have room for cake now," said Angela through snorts and giggles, and she wrapped an arm around Giuliana's shoulders and squeezed her tight.