Someone else was completely right when they said it looks like you've entered a new level of fatness. Before you looked like a jock who just had gotten a little tubby but now with how massively round you' look, how plush and doughy your lower belly has gotten, and how far your gut hangs over your waistband you're just starting to look like a greedy fat boy now. Are you still going for the strong fat look? How are those gym clothes fitting now?
Genuinely, I still have such a strong layer of muscle underneath all my softness, and my arms and thighs are incredibly firm and almost fat-free. I for sure have some solid (if very undefined đ) abs, which might be why my belly sticks out more rather than hanging.
my stomach hasnât been feeling really well for the past week, and I probably made it even worse yesterday with lots of coke and ice cream for dessert đ«ą
so today my stomach got SO bloated after a quite generous breakfast and a glass of coke that I genuinely feel like Iâm about to pop
and itâs not even that I got that big, my belly just feels tight as hell, like my sides are about to split
but it doesnât hurt yet, so I have absolutely no intention of helping my stomach while itâs busy inflating like a balloon
itâs another thing for a feedee to overeat carbs, like bread or pasta, that expands in their belly even after theyâve finished eating so they mightâve thought they felt rather comfortably stuffed earlier, but a little while later they feel like their belly is gonna pop and they need belly rubs while they unbutton their tightening pants and roll up their squeezing shirt to let their belly breathe after stuffing their face with rich, fattening food
Fighting for my lifeee trying to get the videos to upload but the first 4 pics are after chugging 20oz of soda with (almost) no burping & the last 4 are after foolishly topping off with another 20oz of water & probably just as much air that I swallowed while drinking. Yes it hurts even an hour later no I could not suck it in for at least 20 minutes
I was overcome with the urge to chug a bottle of soda without burping (& I ALMOST succeeded except for a few tiny ones that forced their way out) & doing this laying down felt crazyyyyy. I'm really happy bc there is definitely a visible difference. I was already feeling tight & ready to pop halfway through the bottle & throughout the whole 2nd half I could feel my belly stretching bigger & bigger & tighter & tighter and there were a couple points where I wasn't sure if it was safe to continue because I was legitimately worried my stomach might actually burst if I did, but somehow I managed to fit it all in. This + the water I topped it off with might genuinely be the closest I've ever felt to bursting like my stomach actually feels like a balloon. I had to chop a couple minutes of moaning & belly rubbing off the end of this to get it to upload which is why it cuts off kinda suddenly but y'all aren't missing muchđđđ
idk I can tell that some tumblrinas are not up on fat politics because I see a lot of people saying stuff like âitâs better to be a little fat than waste your life trying to be thinâ or like âitâs chic to have a little bellyâ like okay but there are fat people who are âa lot fatâ and have âa lot of bellyâ which everyone is weirdly silent on all the time. Like the fattest person on earth still deserves to exist in human society with joy and dignity regardless of how they got to that weight or how many health conditions they have as a result of their personal actionsâŠthat should be everyoneâs baseline here Iâm not really sure whatâs complicated about it
blessed to be a spoiled glutton âšïž just lounging in the sunshine in the middle of the workday, absent-mindedly rubbing my tummy to ease the pressure because I'm stuffed to bursting with bread
I got the challenge to eat an entire loaf of bread đ but for each slice you eat you have to chug a cup of milk/soda đ„đ„€
it was my first meal of the day, so I ate an eclair and started the challenge.
I cut a french bread đ„ into about 10 slices. I ate the first half with nutella, and washed down each slice with a glass of milk. a litre of milk + bread left me feeling full, but I could keep going after a while.
the milk finished, so I opened a liter of coke for the next 5 slices. I didn't want to use any toppings, so I just put some salt and cucumbers on the slices. coke immediately made my belly noticeably rounder. I was struggling with the last two slices, but I managed to finish!! when I was tired of the taste of bread, I ate some spicy croutons. god was I stuffed in the end, couldn't keep my hands off my belly đ€°đŒ
but I liked it!! Iâll do it again sometime, but I need to think of light toppings for bread so I donât get tired of the taste.
my belly got soooo bloated and heavy đ”âđ« the bread soaked up all the liquid and expanded in my stomach. but it didnât hurt!! and I could enjoy the feeling for a long time. my stomach rumbled for a couple of minutes, but then it went completely quiet that it felt like it couldnât digest anything at all and Iâd stay huge all day, so I helped my tummy along with lotsss of belly rubs and strokes. basically I couldnât do anything except lie down and massage my belly, trying to find a comfortable position where my tummy would feel comfortable and not that heavy. my skin felt so stretched that even my belly button looked unusually shallow.
in the end, I was really proud of myself!! yook me a few hours, but I did it! and had a glass of melted ice cream to celebrate :D
and ate around 6 slices of melon and a peach in the evening, that bloated me like crazy đźâđš
Started off craving four fried eggs. Then, I thought, I could go for five. However, that would have left one egg alone in the box, and that didn't feel right! So I had six. đđ€€
Summary: You've got a raging burp kink and a partner who's willing to try anything twice. They record a soda chug for you, and wind up enjoying it more than they thought they would.
Contains: burping, liquid bloating, hiccups
Rating: sfw. (with some light horny undertones)
The video on your phone starts with a low, staticky rumble. You can't immediately identify the sound, but it's deep, and loud enough to clip the audio. The frame jostles around as somebody fumbles to get the camera into position. It eventually comes to rest on Drew, sitting at their desk. With the mic farther from the source, the sound stops clipping, resolving into a lengthy, rolling belch pouring from your partner's open mouth.
"âUUUuurrUUOorrrorrgghhp!"
Drew's eyes are angled down and away from the camera, brow furrowed in concentration as they coax out the enormous belch. Its volume peaks and dips repeatedly, dragging on for an absurd amount of time before ending with a low, gurgling growl.
"Oof!" Drew gasps, clearly winded. They give their chest a few pats, then let up a small after-burp that seems to catch them by surprise. They flinch, peering up at the camera with a sheepish expression. âSorry! That came on too fast to hit record. I tried to hold it, but...well, you heard how that went."
They reach for a 2 liter of orange soda next to them. A small portion has already been drunk. Drew gives the contents a swish.
"Don't know why I tried drinking some before I started recording." They give their head a rueful shake. "Guess I'm just nervous. I know you wanted me to do this, but it's still kinda embarrassâAuUOorp"
They gasp at the unexpected burp, covering their mouth belatedly, âExcuse meâ!" then pause, confused. "Uh, no. I guess I shouldn't say 'excuse me'?" They huff a laugh. "Let's try that again."
Drew tips back their soda, drinking for several long seconds. The vibrant, orange liquid disappears as they decant the bottle into their stomach, throat muscles bobbing on each swallow.
When they finally pull away, they're out of breath. "Ugh...It's so cold." With the hand not holding the bottle, they rub at their chest like they're hoping to warm it. On their next exhale they belch. Massive, urgent, and clearly involuntary.
"Oops!" A hand flies to their mouth, and Drew visibly swallows down another burp. "That was...wow."Â They scratch at the back of their neck, huffing a laugh. "That might have, uh, clipped the mic. Fuck if it didn't feel nice, though..."
They seem to momentarily forget they're recording, eyes fluttering back, and rubbing their belly in relief. The pause lasts for only a few seconds before their eyes alight on the camera, and they straighten in their seat. Drew blushes, seeming like they might say more, maybe even apologize again. Instead they shrug, and resume drinking.
You count the bobs of their throat. One, two, three, four, gulps before they need to stop for breath. "Fuuuck, that's bubbly."
An audible glug from their stomach announces those same bubbles attempting a reappearance. Drew swallows them down instinctively, then seems to realize their mistake. "Whoops. I keep suppressing it. It just feels so weird trying to burp as loud as I can...N-not bad though!" They reassure you, "Actually, it's kind of..."
Face turning an even more vibrant shade of red, Drew seems to think better of whatever they were going to say. "I'll try drinking more. Maybe that'll force one to come up. I'm hoping for another nice, long one like the burp that slipped out before I started recording." They palm their stomach. "Felt like I was deflating."
With a determined look in their eye, Drew brings the bottle to their lips, taking deep, rhythmic gulps. The motion of their throat is almost hypnotic as they force more and more of the soda into their already very full stomach. This time, they drain about a quarter of the bottle in one go before slamming it down on their desk with a pained gasp..
âGod...hgn...My stomach hurts.â
Trying to draw up a burp, they straighten in their seat, tucking in their chin and taking a few careful breaths. A loud croak issues from their throat, and they open their mouth in anticipation, but nothing else wants to come up. They give their chest a few experimental thumps.
âI must have stage fright." They throw you a smile. "Usually this far into one of these, the challenge is not burping.â Drew goes to drink again, but can't bring themself to. They let out a sad little whimper instead. "Not that I'm ever going to want orange soda again after this. UrfâWhy can't I burp?"
They knead their fists into their tummy, and you can see there's less give than usual. They're bloated taut with soda fizz. In their desperation, Drew's motions are clumsy, almost violent. Pushing up on the usually soft flesh like they're giving themself the Heimlich. It pays off.
"BluUUurrghhp!"
The belch tears out of Drew like a hurricane, complete with the wet sounds of the soda slopping around in their belly as their stomach muscles knead into the glut of air. They gasp at the end of it, palming their chest
"guuoh godâ!" Only to be cut off by a series burps so urgent they seem to practically overlap on their way out
BwoOorghpâ
âOoURPh
Bluurrrurp...rrrp
It takes about 30 seconds before the soda gas finally stops using their throat as a thoroughfare. Drew is left sagging forward, elbow braced on their desk. A whimpery moan falls from their lips. Itâs reminiscent of sounds you've heard from them before, but only in a far more intimate context. Drew cuts it short the moment they notice it's happening.
Cheeks darkening, they dart their eyes to the camera. âGod, this is embarrassing, heh. But I like knowing you like seeing, uh, this..." they gesture awkwardly to themself, the soda, the entire scene. "Me being like this.â Another little burp underscores their point, and they shudder at the relief.
Evidently feeling refreshed by finally venting some of the soda gas, that determined look returns to Drew's face. They flash a teasing grin. "That was impressive, but I think I can still top it."
A few preparatory deep breaths, and then the soda is back at their lips. Gas and liquid drain into their belly at an impressive rate, filling up any space left by the air they managed to burp up. They seem set on emptying the bottle. Drew's brow is screwed up in a pained look of concentration, and their hand hovers over their bubbly stomach, ready to provide comfort if needed.
Soon enough they're slowing, liquid backing up in their mouth, unable to swallow past the push of gas crawling up their esophagus. Theyâre forced to pull away, audibly swallowing back a huge burp.
"I'm trying to let the pressureâulpâbuild up," they explain, sounding terribly uncomfortable. "Wanna finish theârrpâb-bottle before I try to burp again."
They eye their drink apprehensively, then resume slugging it back. Drew only gets down one mouthful before they're pulling back with a filthy, wet belch.
"GwuUrmmppâ"
They slam their mouth shut, doing their best to cut it off. "N-not yet," they grunt. You wonder if they're talking to their stomach or you. They're so focused, they hardly even seem to be aware of the camera anymore.
The bottle is almost empty now. They drag in one more shaky inhale, then return to their task with an almost fatalistic resolve. But it's clear they're nearing their limit. At this point, one or two gulps is all Drew can manage without a break. It's slow going, but they're making progress. Gulp. Pause. Gulp. Pause.
On their next pause, they let their head loll forward with a pained moan. "Holy hell, I need to burp. Iâ" eyes flaring, they clamp their lips shut as a horrifying churn emanates from their stomach. They catch the would-be belch before it can explode up their gullet, looking equal parts relieved, and miserable about it. "M-maybe I won'tâulpâTalk anymore..."
Gulp. Pause. Gulp. Pause. Gulp. Pause. Again and again until, mercifully, the last fluorescent orange drop slides into their mouth, and they're sucking on air. Drew yanks the bottle from their lips with a suctioning pop, and tosses it to the floor. They gasp for air, clutching at their belly, and almost doubling over.
A low whine leaves their throat. âOh god, I might have overdone it. Iâm gonna burp so fucking hard. Fuck...â
Just then, there's a faint noise from somewhere beyond their bedroom door. Drew freezes in place, eyes blowing wide. "That's my roommate. I, um, I guess I should hold it?...Who am I even asking? You can'tâmmmmmrrrhhhp!"
Fed up with them using their mouth as anything other than a pressure valve, their stomach co-opts the end of Drew's sentence for the silliest, longest closed-mouth burp you've ever heard. Their cheeks puff like a chipmunk's, filling up with gas faster than they're able to exhale it through their nostrils.
Desperate to contain the sound if not the air itself, Drew brings up a fist mid burp, trying to keep their lips from blowing open. The effort leaves them breathless and slightly red faced. They try to say something, but are immediately hit by another barely-contained burp. Then several more in such quick succession that you lose count.
When the fit finally subsides, Drew turns to look into their camera with wide, slightly impressed eyes. "Did you hearâhilc!âOh hell..." Another hard hiccup jostles them, and you can hear their belly slosh. They clutch at it, groaning. "Hiccups always make meâhic-uRp!" They slam a fist to their mouth a second too late.
That was loud.
Immediately Drew's whole body goes bowstring tight. They turn to face their door, suppressing hiccups as best they can. The seconds drag on, both of you waiting to see if they've been caught.
There's a knock on the door.
Drew winces dramatically, but keeps their voice light as they call out, "Come in."
They turn towards the door, laying their phone camera-down on the desk, and obscuring your view. But the recording is still going, and you hear the voice of Drew's roommate.
"Hey! Do you know where the stain remover is?"
"Uh, yeah. In theâhlkââscuse me. In the closet. Top shelf by theâhic-AuUUuuoOrrrp!"
You also hear Drew explode into a massively gassy hiccup-belch that sounds like it might have caused them to explode if they'd successfully kept it in.
Drew's roommate yelps in shock.
"Hicâh-hiccups! Sorry, excuse me!" you don't need to see your partner to hear that they're mortified.
She assures them it's fine, but that doesn't stop Drew from stammering through a few more unnecessary explanations and apologies. Mercifully, she doesn't stay long. You hear the door close, and then Drew is picking their phone back up, face bright red, and one hand covering their eyes.
"God, that one reeked of soda," they moan. "And it was like, right at her. We were making eye contact...â But when they peek out from between their fingers, you're surprised by a slight twinkle in their eye "And you didn't even get to see. What a damn waste."
Drew pulls an energy drink from their drawer. "She's heading to the laundry room, so we get one last try." They pop the tab with a satisfying fizz. "This stuff always messes up my stomach. Maybe I can get one more good one for you." They wink.
That feels like a terrible idea. You can still hear some of the louder glorps and glugs from Drew's severely over-carbonated gut. More bubbles are the absolute last thing they need. Unfortunately, this is a recording, and you don't get a say.
Against all good sense, Drew tilts the can back and begins to drink. They down it quicker than you would have thought possible, and the moment they do, they double over, wrapping an arm around their middle.
âS-shit." You hear a deep, wet rumble from the depths of their soda-keg of a belly. Their eyes widen in panic. "Shouldnât have done that...t-too much." Their eyes dart to their wall. "Oh god, my neighbors might hear this..."
A sound gurgles out of their stomach like a gutter emptying into a storm drain. Both hands clutch at their chest. "I canâtâhgn, itâs gonna come out. Iâ"
The burp that tears up Drew's gullet gives the auditory and visual impression that they're having a demon exorcised. It's deep and guttural and booming. They lurch forward from the force of it, their whole body tensed with the effort of expelling the gas, hands braced on the desk to ground themself. It drags out of them in bubbly layers of sound, deepening, growing gurglier, airier, wetter, hitting different tones. All they can do is surrender to their body as it desperately works to throat out a burp too big for their mouth.
It comes to a sudden close, loud, jarring, and followed by an encore of sharp, desperate after-burps. Short bursts of stomach gas that punch out of Drew, rocking their body forward with each one.
Finally, after what feels like minutes, Drewâs body settles, and they sag back in their chair. One last hard BruUP trails into a filthy sounding moan, and they rub languidly at their belly. âFuuuuck, that was good," they pant. "I reallyâurpâneeded that. Feels like I just burped half my weight in soda bubblesâ"
Once again seeming to remember the camera too late, a deep blush blooms on their cheeks. They're too spent to correct their lewd posture this time, though. They offer you a sheepish grin, scratching at the back of their neck. âHell, I know youâll like this but IâmâŠIâm not gonna want to send it to you. That was kind of a lot..." They laugh weakly, grabbing the phone to end the recording.
"You better say nice things. I want rave reviews.âÂ
Still struggling to post the prequel to this bc it's 10 minutes long but in case I can't get it to work: Before this I chugged a full bottle of soda with (almost) no burping and came dangerously close to bursting, able to feel my belly stretching bigger & bigger with each gulp until it couldn't hold any more. I almost couldn't finish bc it was legitimately too much but somehow I squeezed it all in.
Despite that, after I burped up some of the carbonation, I decided to act up & top it off with another 20oz of water, along with probably the same amount of air swallowed in the process (idk if it's audible but my belly was rumbling like CRAZY while I was drinking bc of it). Somehow it didn't hit me while I was drinking bc I was able to get it all down in one go, but as soon as I finished I knew it was a mistakeđ it's been over an hour and it still hurts, although I was finally able to suck it in a little after about 20 minutes. I genuinely thought I might actually burst, and it took probably 45 minutes for me to feel confident that I wasn't going to. My guts are so full of air that my belly is still extremely distended even now. Also ignore Spongebob in the corner my brother & I were allowed to paint on the wall when we were kidsđ
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