Thinking about what I would do to Riven, if given the chance.
I like to think about Riven being stuffed so full hands have to clamp down on his mouth, keeping him from vommiting. He's squirming under your touch, your other hand is putting unbearable pressure down on his tummy, a symphony of whimpers vibrating against your palm as his tummy bubbles in protest. The tight skin of his small frame stretched to it's limit.
Feeling him gag under your grasp, His hands gripping your wrist. His hold was weak. The whining from his belly filling the silence as you work your hand along the firm distension. His trembling buzzing along your body. Along with your hand, your torso pressed its weight onto his tummy. Pushing the over-stuffed organ up into his ribs, earning a trembling whine to vibrate your palm.
You're grip tightens on his jaw, a whimper escaping his mouth in response.
Your grip tighens in response.
Another cacophony of gagging and guttural whining accompanied your movements, palm pushing into skin- his belly may burst. A water balloon, rubber turning white under a constricting grip. The gurgling of his belly in protest, begging you to be gentle, pleading with you. You're only egged on. Motivated to hear the sounds of distress. His wiry frame outlined his belly, making the swollen distension look far bigger then it would on someone else. His bones were straining, pelvis sore, struggling to bear the weight of a tummy stuffed so full. Too full.
Your grip on his jaw was tight, much more and you might fracture bone. The gagging that periodically interrupted his whimpering, pressed his lower jaw into your palm.
You could feel it. His ability to swallow was weakening. His jaw widening in the event he couldn't keep it down anymore.
Your grip didnt falter. Not until you were satisfied.
Palm pressed to his lower belly, sandwiched between your tummies, you forced your hand to move. You forced your fingers to flex along the flesh, rewarded by the protesting of digestion. The noises were loud now. You were shifting his belly, forcing the digestion to take on more then his organs could handle.
The pain was mind numbing.
His intestines were stretched to their limit, bubbling and begging you to be gentle. You had needs that needed to be met, however. You couldn't find it in you, to listen.
Soft padding hit your forearm, Riven was suffocating. His face red, eyes messy with tears. Only then, do you release him. His body moved with surprising swiftness, considering.
Your shared silence interrupted by the sound of Riven's weak stomach. The sound of him choking on the fruit and juice you forced him to take, even when he was far passed his limit.
That limit stained the carpet, Riven coughing and groaning as he purged the belly you loved to torture so. His body coiled inward on itself as the vommiting became guttural- deep, body shaking heaving riddled his thin frame. It took it every Riven had.
Your hands rubbing his back as you peer over the bedside, witnessing what you had done. A part of you was impressed he held so much in him.
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Your hands rubbed his belly afterwards, tracing loving circles around the abused organ. Riven tucked into your chest, breathing shallow as you loved on him. An apology spoken through your fingers. Rubbing away nausea and the pain you caused. His quivering only ceased when his body gave into exhaustion, his body relaxing into you. You pressed your lips into his hair, palm still dancing circles on his belly. Your touch was gentle now.
