Cracks knuckles. Hehe.
🌪️ 🍔 for either Teddy or Kit - need to shake them like soda cans I stg
@eructophile 💕
u know ordinarily this would 100% be teddys domain but what the fuck. why not torment kit a little
[post-stuffing bloat & bellyache, some burps]
"You alright, kid?"
Kit wouldn't have necessarily described himself as "alright." His belly felt like it was seconds away from exploding. He'd made the mistake of ordering a big, messy burger at the diner they'd stopped at, followed shortly by the second mistake of somehow finishing the entire thing. It was not sitting well. It had been delicious, loaded with enough jalapeños and onions and sauces that it didn't even need anything extra, but it was heavy and greasy and cheesy, with far more meat than Kit was used to eating in a single serving. The size of the meal alone was more than enough to distend his skinny belly to its limit, but with all the gas and turmoil building up inside him, he felt ready to burst.
Maynard didn't need a verbal answer from Kit; the pained gurgling of his tummy, bloated enough to push out against his oversized coveralls, told him plenty. He'd been astonished that the little guy had finished his lunch, but right now, there was no question of where he'd put it all. He thought about offering him a ginger ale--he always kept a few cans in the van--but, hearing a particularly pressurized-sounding rumble bubbling through Kit's strained stomach, he decided against it. The last thing he needed was any more bubbles in his belly.
Fortunately, the two were on their way home from a job, not on their way to one, so Maynard did his best to drive easy and hoped his odd young colleague wouldn't get sick in his van. It was a rough road, though, and every bump and pothole seemed to agitate Kit's stomach further. The sounds of it made Maynard's own stomach ache. He could hear churning, groaning, bubbling, rumbling, all of it angry and ominous and very uncomfortable-sounding. He would've sworn he could practically hear the pressure building as they drove, the gurgles growing increasingly high-pitched and strained. Something was going to have to give soon. There was no way Kit could hold in whatever was going on inside him for much longer; he'd pop like a balloon if he tried.
Finally, the moment came. The van hit a big bump where an enormous pothole had been overfilled, jolting the vehicle so hard that Maynard braced himself as they hit it, and the impact knocked a burp out of Kit so massive that he looked shocked by himself. Thankfully, miraculously, nothing else came up--nothing, that is, but a second burp, rushing out after the first like a trapped animal now that the gate was open. He let his head fall back against the headrest with a groan of relief. His belly was still achingly distended, but he'd at least make it a while longer before the next burp had to break free.