#burping
He’s amazing
He’s fine :)
It’s been a crazy month for me getting back to work but I chugged some soda and stuffed myself good for you all with ⭐5 new videos⭐ and some more on the way. Inbox me with what you’d do to this gassy pig
just a few beers
You’ve been fattening up your long distance feedee for a year now. Ordering her huge amounts of greasy takeout every night, getting fattening unhealthy groceries delivered to her door, piling the pounds onto her petite frame. You’ve fantasized endlessly about getting to see your handiwork in person, and you’ve finally gotten the opportunity! Your bbw feedee girlfriend has flown in to show off her obese new figure.
She’s beyond excited to show off. She giggles about how happy she is for you to feed her in person, and asks if she looks fatter than she did in her pictures, and even tells you about how much weight you’ve really put on her, all while fondling her fat blubber gut and shaking her huge tits in your face. You order her ice cream and fried chicken after she begs for it, and as she devours her food she tells you about how miserable it is to travel, and especially fly, now that you’ve made her so fat. After she stuffs her face, she finishes with some spicy fat chat and belly play.
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“I had a fucking HORRIBLE day,” Dani starts, huffing and puffing over to you. Shirt unbuttoned and skirt barely stretched over her gut, she complains about all the awful comments she gets from her stuck-up coworkers. “She even grabbed my gut!” Dani remarks at how her skinny female coworkers make fun of her body. “Look at what a fat slob Dani is!” Frustrated and starving, Dani sits down for another greasy, fatty meal, rubbing her bloated stomach as it threatens to tear her skirt apart at the seams. “You know, you always make me feel so good about my body,” she says to you, smiling as her belly continues to expand with greasy, fattening food. Her skirt eventually comes off, the belly unable to be constrained by such a tight garment. “You’re right, I don’t need to go on a diet,” Dani remarks, gut bulging out of her largest clothes, as she belches and rubs her bloated, oblivious form.
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Eating Freshman
Story requested by @malebellyvore987
The party had been an absolute rager, pretty much everybody from ESU and APT was here, which made it the biggest frat on campus in history. All orchestrated by Frank who is doing his rounds, getting major props for being a 19-year-old sophomore who just so happened to have connections to all of the major frats in the area. With a beer in his hand he gets a slight buzz on as he continues to move through the party. After chugging his beer in three huge gulps, he tosses it into the trash and makes its way back to the kitchen for another one. On his way he feels somebody tap him on the shoulder as he turns around.
“Yo?” It’s the first word out of his mouth as he sees a nerdy little man with his own beer in his hand. He seems nervous for some reason as Frank lives in an eyebrow.“ Yo man, are you good?”
“I’m fine, my name is Jake, can I talk to you? It’s important.” He says as he looks up at the big sophomore. Wondering what on Earth he could be wanting, he decides to take him up on the offer as he walks Jake someplace private to speak to him.“ I have been seeing you around all year, at these kinds of parties. Wherever you go you have this pot belly on you.”
Frank smiles as he slaps his belly and chuckles, it was true that his days of being a six pack abs of glory had turned into some soft pudge. Not that he really minded, he was having a lot of fun with that belly. Shaking it up and down for Jake causes the other man to blush and look down at his feet as they walk to one of the quieter parts of the house.“ Bro, this belly is amazing, like really good. I am surprised that you have noticed me all year. But you didn’t walk me all the way over here to talk about my belly, right?"
"Uhm…. Well, I mean what I’ve really wanted to do is…” Jake is barely able to get the words out as he looks up at the Frat bro. Right when he is about to say something, Frank accidentally burps right in his face. The smell of beer and burger hits his face and causes his knees to go weak. Wiping his lips, Frank chuckles and looks at him.
“Whoops, my bad bro, what were you saying?” Frank asks before suddenly Jake decides to take the initiative and pushes himself up onto his tippy toes and into Frank’s mouth. The Frat bro is caught off guard at first. Wondering what on Earth Jake was doing but apparently he was giving the Frat bro a free meal. Something that was definitely a first since coming here but he decided not to question it. Moaning as he takes in Jake’s head and his shoulders while the other man continues to stuff himself down his throat. It’s a little bit weird, all things considered but Jake tastes extraordinary to Frank.
Despite Jake still having his clothes on it did nothing to stop the flavor from reaching Frank’s tongue who salivates a lot from the other man. Licking over that thin chest and abdomen, Frank makes short work of the young man’s upper body as it enters into his throat. He tips his head back in order to really gain as much of his new meal as possible in a single gulp. He wasn’t that big considering the fact that he was pretty nerdy and thin, but his taste at least was extraordinary. The nerd probably wanted to get eaten, trying to get him alone in an isolated part of the house so that he could get gobbled up by the frat boy. Not that Frank blamed him, in his mind that was what these nerds were for. Helping him create the pot belly that he was so attracted to in the first place.
Each powerful gulp manages to pack away more and more of the young man before eventually all that is left is just those wiggling legs. Frank does himself the service of taking off his shoes now and then continues with his meal. Swallowing him all the way down until eventually the only thing that is left are just those wiggling feet. He tips his head back one final time and reduces him to a bulge on his pot belly.
“Oh…. Fuck man, you were URRRRPPPPgreat! I didn’t know that guys like you could- UPRRP- taste so well! Ahahaha fuck… UPRRP!”He finds that the recent edition of an entire man inside of his belly is utterly incredible, causing him to burp a whole lot as he smiles as he looks at the bulge he makes.“ Although I could definitely use a beer….”
He says as he walks back towards the kitchen and rubs over that fat belly of his. It was making his shirt ride up on him as he gave it a couple of slaps. He wondered why Jake had done that but from the motions inside of his belly, he could tell that he was enjoying it. Deciding that that was just what he had wanted, Frank feels pretty good about having downed the freshman easily. When he comes across his frat bros, he burps in their faces as it is even worse than the beer and burger flavor that he gave to Jake.
Eventually he gets to the kitchen and finds another beer, with one hand on his belly he begins to chug, feeling Jake getting more sluggish inside of his belly. Finishing it off with as much effort as he did eating Jake, he tosses it into the trash as he looks down at his bubbling belly.
“Fuck bro…URPP…. I did not think that you’re going to do such a number on me but wow here we are. God damn… URPP…. I think I’m going to snuff you out now though, so hang on…” With a pound on his chest eventually he works up the the gas inside of his belly and burps up the last bit of air inside of his tank. Jake goes wild in his belly for a second before eventually settling down, the last thing that he pictures is Frank’s hands rubbing over his wiggling form.
Frank gives his belly a playful slap before someone catches his attention and asks to pose for a picture. Little did they know that inside of that belly of his, was the last remains of the nerdy freshman who wanted to be inside there.
One of my favorite things about stuffing and vore, beyond the burps of course, is the way in which the big eater and pred plays with their utterly enormous belly after it’s been stuffed beyond the brink. You have this big eater / pred just leaning back, groaning heavily while they spread their thighs apart and have this huge, ballooned out belly spread out between their thighs or weighing so heavily they gotta spread out just to give their hefty gut some breathing room. Each labored breath makes that medicine ball of a belly rise and fall noisily as a result. And in those moments, these are some of my favorite scenarios to envision that I’d like to share with’chall.
- The big eater is sporting a FAT belly. I don’t mean they, themselves, are necessarily fat. They could be, or they could be like, say, Naruto Uzumaki, whose lean but eats so much with such a rapid metabolism that their bulging belly becomes sloshy and wobbly from how quickly everything consumed turns into a simmering slurry in their gut. Or maybe it’s someone like Parasite, who consumes so much energy that it goes straight to his belly and turns the big hulking purple monsters’ gut into a damn waterbed. Whatever the case, the big eater is leaning back with their thighs out, letting that near-gelatinous dome spill outwards freely. Every time they slap their belly, their flesh ripples beneath their palm, sending almost-wave-like jostles surging throughout their stomach, or making it wobble around. Each movement they give causes the slurry within their belly to slosh so thickly and richly that it sounds like their stomach is full of the thickest syrup Canada has to offer. Or they cup their hefty underbelly with both hands and just heaaaave that mighty, jiggly dome up high, marveling at just how freakin’ HUGE it is in their hands. Then they release their gut and let it SLAP down onto their thighs, bouncing and sloshing intensely as it jiggles around for several seconds until they grip their gut to stabilize it in place. The big eater huffs heavily both from being strained by how heavy their stomach feels, and how goddamn satisfying having such a huge balloon belly feels to ‘em. They may even get a little lewd with how their tongue sticks out from being so full as they huff.
- Of course, everything is more fun with friends, and here’s where the feeder comes into play. Your favorite big eater just slumps back, moaning heavily while their feeder hugs that enormous belly of theirs. They’re practically sinking into their feedee’s pudge and shuddering at how soft their flesh is; how rich all the intensely gastric gurgling sounds and just rubs away. Their palms sink into their feeder’s belly fat while they rub and knead into it. They’ll grip at some belly fat and just marvel at how HUGE their feedee is. If they get riled up, they’ll SLAP that belly, shuddering at how good the thump feels against their palm, and how much better the sound is in their ears, between their flesh rippling and the heavily digesting content sloshing so immensely. They may grab either side of that globular gut and shake it up, really making everything slosh around in their big fat feedee’s belly until the big eater throws their head back and lets loose a GIANT belch from all that air in their belly being stirred up. If the feeder really wants to rile their feedee up, then as they tenderly and firmly rub all across that smooth boulder belly, they’ll finger their feedee’s deep bellybutton, really pushing into it and kneading their finger around in there. Cue the feedee moaning heavily as they slump back in absolute euphoria, basking in that sensation until they yank their finger loose and make the front of that belly wobble around.
- A reversal of the above would be the big eater teasing their feeder with their belly right back. If they have enough strength in them to actually stand when they’re so damn full, they can belly-bump their feeder, knocking them back teasingly with their sheer girth. Or they can grab their feeder by the head and press it into their fleshy dome, letting their head sink into their bellyfat, smothering their face against it. So that when the feeder gets pulled back, they’re a blushy mess of a person. If they’re in bed together and the feeder is on top tending to that belly, the feedee can grin cheekily and roll over, so their massive gut is weighing down on their feeder while they grin and grind their belly against them. Their feeder would be smothered but blushing up a damn storm.
- Even without squishing their gut against them, the big eater teasing the hell out of their feeder is another great one. ESPECIALLY those big eaters who ham it up. They lean back and moan extra loudly as they make it a point to stretch their back and veeeeery slowly rub their giant belly in front of their feeder, groaning out “OoooOOOOHhhhhh man…I’m sssooooo frrrreakin’ STUFFED…” And they emphasize that last point by SLAPPING their belly as hard as they can and catching their feeder squirm at the sight of their giant dome rippling under their palms. Or they grip their gut from either side and jiggle it around for their feeder, hiccuping and grinning drunkenly at them. “HIC! Guh…heh, lookit how FAT you’re makin’ me…” The poor feeder is gonna be standing there like a red-faced statue, too lost in lust to even brain properly. :P
- And you can guaran-freakin’-tee that with soooooo much food gurgling away in their massive guts, you just know for a fact that this big eater is gonna be REALLY gassy. They sit back, huffing as they caress their dome. But then it gurgles intensely enough that their belly starts to jostle around. Then that gurgling rises up their throats and they throw their head backs with an utterly COLOSSAL belch. I’m talking the full, throaty “HUUUUUUUUURRRAAAAAAAAAAUUUURRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPH!!!!!!!!!” Where it just blasts out of them with enough force to make their gut ripple and make your ears ring. Their belly is in such flux that the gurgling continues just perpetually producing gas that they periodically burp out. They’re so gassy that they’ll even interrupt themselves midsentence. “Urrrgh…I can’t eat another bwWUUOOOOOORRRRRRPH!!!! Mph…b-bite…” Or they can’t help but burp out the rest of their sentences. “Grruuuooohhh god, I’m sooOOOOOOOO-fFFUUUUUUUUUULL-LLUUUUUOOOORRRP!!!!!!!” If their feeder is with them, then that feeder will push their palms into that fat belly, making it slosh heavily and causing their feedee to let one massive burp after another. Their feeder is so horny for more that they just keep pushing on that belly again and again, and that big, bloated eater just keeps burping uncontrollably. Occasionally, they grab their feeder by the head and burp as hard as they can right in their face. Or they smother them into their gut and force the belch out by hugging their feeder into their belly for extra weight. But when their feeder SHOVES their hands as deep into their belly as they can, that big eater’s eyes widen, and their cheeks puff out before they let loose the loudest, LONGEST burp they’ve ever uttered. One so powerful that you can feel the bed springs vibrating in their wake while blasting out of them for an impressive ten straight seconds. And at best, all you can do is clear their stomach up for a while. Everything digesting away means more gas is gonna be produced in a few minutes anyway. “Poor” feeder. ;)
- Being so gassy also means that their gut is gonna cause some problems for their esophagus as well. So after a while, those huge, raunchy belches will start bringing up some very sharp, painful hiccups as well. When that happens, each loud hiccup will make the big eaters’ belly bounce into place from the spasms in their chest. They’ll occasionally try to stifle their hiccups because, unlike burps, hiccups are painful for them. But that just makes their hiccups grow more raunchy, and causes their bellies to jut in and out with each muffled hiccup they give. Which will eventually lead to some meaty “hiccCUUUUUURRRRP!!!!”‘s.
- And with preds, they love to bask in the feeling of their prey violently squirming around inside of their bellies. They moan out pleasurably while their prey kicks at the stomach lining around them, causing small bulges to stretch out ever so slightly from within their stomach, making the heavily bloated organ wobble around and slosh the more their prey fights their confines. All it really accomplishes is making the pred let out some tonsil-rattling burps and the occasional hiccup here and there, but it’s never enough to make them sick.
- There’s also “settling prey down.” If they’ve got prey thrashing around in their belly, and it’s causing either SOME discomfort or it’s distracting, then the pred will make ‘em simmer down. They’ll grip at their giant gut and squeeze it, hissing at their prey to behave themselves. Or they’ll march their fat selves up to a nearby wall, grab at it and lean into it, pushing their prey-filled belly against the wall and squeezing them against it. Suddenly, their prey is being smothered between a solid wall and the weight of their much larger pred. Or the pred lays down on their belly, smooshing their gut against the floor and grinding it around as they sway their hips left and right, tenderizing their prey from within their belly. If they press down against the ground too hard, then the pred will let loose a really long burp that drains a lot of the air inside of their stomach enough that their prey is too oxygen deprived to keep fighting much longer. And when that happens, they groan with relief, tongue lulling out of course. Then they grin wickedly when they see their prey is no longer fighting as much.
- But what about multiple prey? Where there’s one lodged inside of the pred’s gut and another still outside? Well, that’s when the pred starts to have some fun teasing their prey. They’ll grab their second prey by the head and press it forcefully against their belly, making them feel their prey squirm and thrash, sloppily slurping their lips and teasing that they’re next. Or they’ll push their prey’s back against the wall and smother their front with their giant belly, pinning the poor soul between a rock and a very sloshy place. They’ll order their prey to rub their belly and keep rubbing unless they want to end up going down their gullet next. And naturally, the prey is gonna rub until their hands get sore. When they do rub, the pred will groan out shamelessly, ordering them to rub in certain spots and teasing that they may just eat them anyway to see what that belly rub feels like from the inside. They may also grab the prey by the head and burp as loud and as hard as they can right in their prey’s face, groaning in relief and teasing that they just made room for seconds. Pretty much anytime they feel a burp coming up, they’re gonna let it loose in their prey’s direction, or just right in their face to hit them with the full brunt of their stomach gasses, and to make them smell their last meal, to prep them for where they’re going…
massaging burps out of your partner’s stuffed belly… by grinding against their big, round gut
your favorite piggy got so stuffed and followed it chugging an entire 6 pack of coors. please praise or tease me maybe i’ll do it again
woah babyyyy
pov your gf drank a little too much and begged you for whataburger on the way home
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Absolutely fucking OBSESSED with my body and how much i’ve gained the last few weeks. 200 feels soooo good
I cannot put into enough words how much I loooooooove this wonderful commission I got from @fungusfangs. It is absolutely incredible and just hits every one of my buttons <3
From seeing Hawks and Dabs both stuffed fat and burpy to the way Dabi pulls his pants down just to give that plump tummy some breathing room. And I didn’t even mention how unbelievably hot seeing characters burp-talk profanity was for me but fangs put that in anyway and made me love this piece even more than I already did >/////////<;
Thank you sooooooo so much for this lovely commission~
Tomura’s Mommy Issues
This is a POV fem reader commission for @cinnamonkacchan which features Shiggy with severe tummy troubles and the first time I’ve ever written anything with a mommy kink before. I hope you all enjoy it~
Warning:contains belly kink bloating burps crying emeto extreme vomiting hiccups indigestion mommy kink nausea tummyache tummy noises tummy rubs
“Tomura? Are you feeling any better?” You asked just as you returned into your apartment living room. Your villainous boyfriends only response was a stifled sound between a really wet hiccup and a burp. This was followed by him moaning and leaning back into your couch wrapping both of his arms around his tummy.
Poor Shigaraki looked absolutely miserable. He was sweating heavily and had no color in his already pale skin at all. The poor thing looked like he was on the verge of keeling over at any second. He huffed to himself and tried in vein to steady his breathing but it wasn’t working. “…Stomach feels miserable. I wanna die so goddamn much…” he said.
“Oh honey you look awful,” you said with a frown and put your palm over Shigarkai’s forehead. You had to pull back his messy bangs which were damp and greasy from how badly he was perspiring. He wasn’t sick with any infection but he definitely had something.
Just then a painfully thick sounding gurgle erupted from Shigaraki’s stomach. He cringed badly and nearly teared up from how painful the knots in his belly felt. When you looked down you could see Shigaraki’s stomach sticking out against his black shirt. He looked pretty bloated. He ate junk food all the time and he tended to eat a lot of it when he got his hands on it but usually it wasn’t weighed down as heavily as this was. Something Shigaraki ate during his junk food binge very clearly wasn’t setting right in his tummy or even worse, maybe gave him food poisoning.
Shigaraki clenched his teeth when his tummy gave another noisy and extra bubbly gurgle. “Unf…fuck…” he gritted through clenched teeth.
“…Poor baby,” you said in a warm almost nurturing kind of way. The tone a mother might give to calm their sick child. You put your hand on Shigaraki’s back and very gently rubbed it up and down. His spine trembled at your touch. He was shivering a little. “It’s okay dear. It’s all okay. Just let mommy take care of you,” you insisted and gently laid the young villain slowly and carefully down backwards until his sweat drenched head was rested on your lap.
Shigaraki huffed and exhaled looking like he was salivating an abnormal amount than usual. He swallowed thinly and breathed out then clenched his eyes painfully when his stomach gurgled even noisier than before. “…Fuck I hate this. I hate this so much…” he could barely croak out and cringed again. Shigaraki covered his mouth and looked uncomfortable when he did. He looked like he really needed to burp but at the same time also looked like he was on the verge of throwing up. After a few seconds of uncertainty passed a really thick closed mouth burp rumbled from behind Shigaraki’s lips. Its depth made it hard to tell if it was only gas that rushed up his throat or not. He blew it out to the side with an exhausted sigh and leaned back. “…Fuckin’ hate this…”
“I know sweetie I know,” you said in that nurturing way of yours. As you spoke you very gently brushed his bangs and caressed his wrinkled sweaty forehead. He swallowed again and closed his eyes. Shigaraki was clearly in pain but that physical nurturing you gave him seemed to help relax him just a little bit. His distended tummy still rose and fell with his very labored and pained breathing.
You reached out with your other hand and grabbed the bottom of Shigaraki’s shirt. Slowly you raised it up and revealed his pale pooching tummy in all its glory. Despite his vulnerability you swallowed thinly when you saw Shigaraki’s belly fully exposed. Even in your ‘nurturing phase’ it always got you feeling weak in the knees whenever Shigaraki treated you to his belly. Especially when it was a little more full than usual.
When you placed your hand atop his warm smooth tummy you just left it there. It felt oddly warmer than usual and delectably soft from its bloated state. Your fingers sank just a little into Shigaraki’s tummy just when you started to massage it up and down. While his lower tummy was soft and a little poochy, there was a curvature to his stomach that only grew tighter around his upper belly. You kneaded your fingers into his tenser flesh to try and settle it down while his stomach gurgled painfully again.
The gurgling wasn’t going away but Shigaraki sighed shakily and stretched out which only made his belly stick out more while you rubbed it. He was clearly enjoying it despite the noisy protests his tummy was giving. “…Unnf…don’t stop, ’mommy’,feels so goddamn good…” Shigaraki almost begged while he happily indulged you.
The affection-starved young man rested his eyes shut and breathed out some more while you gingerly massaged his aching tummy. It felt so puffy from the way whatever Shigaraki ate was reacting. You could feel all the knots in his stomach muscles creating tense portions of flesh that you tried to very carefully navigate around.
You just sat there on the couch with Shigaraki resting gently on your lap while you in an equally gentle sort of way rubbed his tummy to try and calm it down. Some equally calm almost motherly humming accompanied your comforting treatment. It seemed to relax Shigaraki enough that his breathing was getting more stable. You could feel his body growing less tense the longer you caressed his stomach. It was such a wonderful moment that you wished could have lasted longer.
But of course then an even thicker groan than before emitted from Shigaraki’s belly. This loud groan bellowed out of his stomach so hard that you could actually feel it reverberating within his organ from behind your hand. Shigaraki clenched his teeth and started sitting up. “Ngf…fuck…wait…I need to…” he growled and sat up slowly and carefully but couldn’t even finish his sentence.
You were about to ask if he was okay when he covered his mouth again. He closed his eyes and gave a really low closed mouth burp that got really deep at the end. Shigaraki huffed and burped deeply in his mouth again. But this time it got chunky at the end and he ended up lurching. Suddenly at the tail end of his burp some bits of puke splattered out against Shigaraki’s hand and onto his chin.
“Oh fuck…!” Shigaraki gasped seconds before grabbing a garbage bin by the couch with his vomit-covered hand and violently threw up into it. You cringed a little when Shigaraki very painfully wretched more of the contents in his stomach into the bin. More bile spewed out of him and into the garbage bin. When he finally stopped Shigaraki was panting breathlessly with tears in his eyes. Bile dripped from his lips, dribbling down his chin and onto his now-vomit covered shirt. The poor boy was a complete mess.
“Are you okay sweetie…?” You asked as you very gently rubbed his back. His whole body felt unbelievably tense. Shigaraki was trembling with the worst chills you’d ever seen him have before. Whatever he ate had to have been undercooked.
The sheer noisiness of Shigaraki’s belly gurgling away told you that his digestive system was aggressively rejecting whatever it was he ate. And it didn’t sound like it was done by a long shot. Not by the way it gave a low rumbling burble.
Shigaraki clenched his eyes shut as some tears trickled down his eyelids. He tried to speak but his belly roared loudly. Right away his face soured. Shigaraki grabbed his agonized tummy and rushed off to the bathroom with his still puke-covered hand wrapped around his mouth.
You followed after him just in time for Shigaraki to lurch over the toilet bowl and very aggressively throw up into it. Thick chunky pile viciously expelled from his throat and splattered messily and noisily into the toilet water for several seconds straight. You reached down and held his greasy bluish white hair back so it wouldn’t spill into the toilet while he threw up into it.
“That’s okay, it’s okay,” you assured him while you continued holding his hair back.
When he finally stopped Shigaraki was left hanging his head over the toilet with his jaws still parted open and dripping bile and slimy saliva into the water. His breathing was heavy and muffled like his own throat was only partially open.
Everything inside of him was in aggressive fluctuation and punctuated by noisy very acidic sounding gurgles. Shigaraki panted and swallowed some air with some desperation. Then he very loudly burped into the toilet and spat afterwards.
“Good boy. Just let it all out,” you continued nurturing. You leaned down from behind and rubbed Shigaraki’s warm churning tummy from its sides up and down. To help him you gave it a couple of pats which made Shigaraki burp heavily into the toilet again which once again grew wet at the end. Another choked sounding burp struggled to exit his mouth and got very gurgly too until it once again let to him forcefully puking into the toilet bowl.
Some time passed and all the while you held his hair back and massaged him while he grossly expelled as much of the contents of his stomach ailing him as he could.
When it finally finished Shigaraki was left a heaping mess on the floor of the bathroom practically hugging the toilet as more tears leaked down his eyelids. “…That hurt so damn much…fuck…” he groaned out getting a little choked up at the end as more tears trickled down his face.
“Shhh it’s okay, you’re okay sweetie. Mommy’s here for you” you assured him and kissed the top of his head while stroking it lovingly. “Mommy’s going to get you cleaned up okay?”
Shigaraki sniffed and nodded weakly. He was just too utterly exhausted to do much else.
After disposing of the sick that Shigaraki left in the bin you took off his shirt while he very weakly undid his pants. Shigaraki weakly washed his face of the sick and then sat in the tub wearing nothing but his black boxers. Then you took a wet hand towel and began to wipe Shigaraki’s sweaty body down. Room temperature water was poured onto the towel which you then gently rested atop Shigaraki’s head. The soothing water trickled down his face while you rubbed it across his entire body starting with his head and downward.
You rinsed the towel down some more and slowly rubbed it across his lean but slightly toned chest. Obviously you couldn’t help but admire your sickly boyfriend’s body in that way while you very slowly ran the wet towel across each of his pectorals. You looked into Shigaraki’s eyes while you did but he looked far too weary and exhausted from throwing up so much to be as into it as you were.
Then you brought the towel down to Shigaraki’s belly.
Before you did though you set the towel aside and placed your hand on his tummy. He had thrown up so much that the organ actually looked and felt a little deflated. Shigaraki probably purged much of what he ate which could have given him the grief in the first place. Then you rubbed the towel across his belly gently kneading it and wiping it clean. He was so vulnerable and almost docile in that moment that when you rubbed that towel across his lower tummy a part of you wanted to slide your hand down past the rim of his boxers. But a sickly groan from the boy told you that he was absolutely not up for any of the 'fun’ stuff.
That was okay though. You were perfectly content nurturing and comforting Shigaraki when he needed you. So you continued just running that towel across his pale yet lightly defined body. This helped to both relax Shigaraki when he desperately needed it and helped clean him up after the sweats he got from such aggressive chills.
Things seemed okay for a while after that. You took him to your bedroom and laid him down while Shigaraki stayed in his boxers. His tummy was way too sensitive for clothing right now and nothing you had on in your place was his size. But then the bellyache began anew.
You laid in bed with him rubbing his belly and trying to help him settle down but nothing calmed the violent ache in his stomach. Once again he clamped his mouth shut and lurched. Despite how much he was throwing up earlier food poisoning just kept bringing up more whether he liked it or not. And of course he didn’t but that wouldn’t help him.
Shigaraki rushed to the bathroom again now in nothing but his boxers and hung over the toilet bowl like he had previously. His mouth parted open as he gagged and huffed. A sharp hiccup erupted from his body which made his gag even worse. He puffed and spat into the toilet. But nothing was coming up.
“Fuckin’ c'mon already…” Shigaraki hissed.
He tried kneading into his tummy to coax himself into throwing up by really pressing down. But even that didn’t work. In fact it just made his tummyache even worse.
You knelt down besides him and rubbed his back soothingly. “I need to puke but fuckin’ nothing’s comin’ up…” Shigaraki grumbled almost sheepishly despite how sick to his stomach he still felt.
“Here, let mommy help,” you said and rhythmically thumped Shigaraki’s back not unlike a mother who was burping her infant child.
Each thump jostled Shigaraki’s chest and stomach. He tried to burp but nothing was coming up. With the pain growing worse he swallowed down air to try and force a burp on command out of himself. He eventually managed to make himself burp loudly into the toilet. But Shigaraki’s tummy was in such flux that even that little display didn’t work. “Shit nothin’,” Shigaraki groused before wincing and giving a thick closed mouth burp from the residual air he swallowed.
“Open your mouth,” you advised Shigaraki.
“Huh?”
“Open your mouth and say 'ahhhh’,” you repeated.
Shigaraki frowned skeptically but did as you said. When he stuck his tongue out with his 'ahhhhhh’ you inserted two fingers into his mouth then pressed them down against his tongue as you reached in deep.
This induced Shigaraki’s gag reflex which made him promptly go wide-eyed. But because your fingers were still pressed against his tongue his gag reflex reacted negatively. With a painful lurch Shigaraki very quickly turned away from you and down into the toilet in time to finally throw up. Shigaraki puked so intensely that he nearly forgot to keep his pinkies up when he clutched the toilet bowl. He grossly wretched the residuals of whatever was still inside of his stomach not digesting correctly.
“That’s mommy’s boy, good job,” you said and gingerly rubbed his back while Shigaraki huffed into the toilet and threw up pure liquid bile. His stomach was largely empty by that point but he desperately needed to throw up anyway with how relentlessly his troubled tummy was gurgling and churning around within itself.
When he finally stopped Shigaraki breathed out breezily into the toilet bowl.
“…Hrruuuurrgh…that’s…that’s marginally better…” he gasped and then spat into the toilet before flushing his own sick down.
Eventually he crawled back into bed and once again things seemed to stabilize. But his food poisoning was still aggressively acting up. You rushed off to get something from the kitchen to help settle Shigaraki’s tummy while he whined from atop your bed.
“Unnngh god my stomach…” whined Shigaraki from atop your mattress. He was curled up a little with his arms wrapped tightly around his tummy when you returned from the kitchen with a bottle of ginger ale.
“It’s okay. Mommy’s here now, I got you,” you assured him when you crawled back into bed with him. You laid down behind Shigaraki and wrapped your arms around his slender yet just slightly curved hips. Then you rested both your hands against his tummy. It was definitely less puffy than before but it was gurgling every bit as loudly and thickly as the first time.
You slowly rubbed Shigaraki’s belly up and down while you carefully pulled him close for a backwards hug. Again you felt Shigaraki’s body grow more relaxed the more you rubbed his tummy and kept him so close to you. No one knew how to comfort him the way you did.
But then it grew tense again. Shigaraki’s body trembled only this time it wasn’t because of his belly. You felt him sniffle lightly and quickly realizing that he might have actually been crying.
“…What’s wrong baby?”
Shigaraki sniffled again and clenched his fists. “…I can’t believe how fucking weak I am…boss of the goddamn league of villains'n I’m taken outta commission by a fuckin’ bellyache? To be so fuckin’ needy'n cryin like some worthless loser is just so…I’m such a fuckin’ joke…”
“No you’re not,” you said a little more firmly while your hand continued to run up and down his tummy. “Hero? Villain? Who cares? You’re human. Even our quirks can’t mask that.”
Shigaraki sniffled again and grunted like he was trying to turn away from you so you wouldn’t see him cry. “…I hate feeling like this…” he said. Referring to his tummyache and perhaps more so his vulnerability.
“It’s just me. You know I love you no matter what right?” You assured him and gently stroked his hair some more.
Again Shigaraki’s whole body trembled and a single sob jerked his torso. It was getting harder and harder for him to hold back the tears. “…W-Why are you so goddamn good to me…? You know I don’t deserve you…”
You buried your head into his back and listened to his heart beat rapidly. “Even villains deserve love.” And you emphasized that point by very gently running your hand up and down his stomach. Shigaraki sighed softly and with one pinky up cupped your hand into his own. “…Thank you mommy…”
Sometimes it was hard to tell if he was just indulging your own little kink or if he was so affection-starved that the 'mommy’ comments just slipped out by mistake.
Either way it didn’t matter. You took it all the same and kissed Shigaraki’s shoulder while continuing to rub his churning tummy.
But even that wasn’t quite working to deal with the intense gurgling that was souring Shigaraki once more.
“Your tummy really is at war with itself today isn’t it,” you said as you cupped his lower belly and stroked its smooth delicate sides.
Shigaraki huffed and nodded weakly. “Feels like there’re waves splashin’ in my gut…”
You gently sat Shigaraki up and grabbed the ginger ale. “Drink this sweetie. Ginger ale always helps with an upset tummy,” you assured him and gently pat the side of his belly.
Shigaraki hiccuped and groaned miserably. “…Are ya kiddin’…? The last thing I need right now is to fill up on anything else…”
“Trust me. Mommy knows best, right?” You insisted and gingerly ran your hand down the center of Shigaraki’s spine. He groaned at that especially comforting feeling and begrudgingly snatched the 2 Liter of soda from your hand while still keeping his pinky up to avoid activating his quirk.
He huffed to himself like he was mentally preparing for the worst. But given that he’d already puked all over himself prior and just had you gagging him to induce vomiting earlier, you’d wager that there really wasn’t anywhere else that could get lower for him.
So Shigaraki unscrewed the cap and began swigging his fizzy bubbly drink down. You watched his defined Adam’s Apple throb from his long slender throat. A shiver ran down your own spine when you heard how loudly he was gulping his beverage down. He breathed in through his small nostrils while the fizzy drink filled his tummy with carbonation.
Your eyes drifted to Shigaraki’s belly which you could see inflating just slightly from both all the carbonation combined with the soda itself filling him up. Shigaraki was a soda junkie after all. He always had been given what a massive gamer he was and how caffeinated he always needed to be to stay in the zone. So his ability to chug soda so fast wasn’t surprising. What was a little surprising was the way he was chugging so much soda even when his tummy was feeling so crummy.
Force of habit you figured.
He pulled the bottle back after downing it to the label in one hearty swill. Shigaraki panted heavily while his tummy rose and fell with his strained breathing. Then he grabbed his belly with one hand and unleashed a giant burp that echoed throughout your whole bedroom. The volume was so strong that you actually flinched and swore that the springs in your bed vibrated with that massive expulsion of gas.
Shigaraki panted and laughed wearily. “Phew! Hah…hhhahh…holy shit…!” he said patting his belly heartily and working up another large burp in the process. “Unf…damn that felt good…”
“With how deafening that was I should hope so,” you teased and thumped his back a few times to try and coax more gas out.
Shigaraki hiccuped and shook his head. “Nah the gas is in my stomach, push there.”
And you did just that. You sat before Shigaraki and kneaded his tummy firmly with both hands hard at work. Your ministrations coaxed a sizable gas pocket that Shigaraki released as a long rumbling burp that left him panting breathlessly.
“Good boy,” you repeated and rubbed circles into his belly kneading while you did. “Does that feel good to get out?”
“YYYEEEEEEEUUUUP!!!” Shigaraki loudly and rather childishly burped the word 'yep’ out.
“Manners young man,” you said in a mock-stern voice and lightly thumped his tummy for his excessive crudeness.
“Heh my bad mommy,” Shigaraki said sarcastically.
“I should say so,” you replied then turned to his tummy when it burbled again. “Especially since there’s still pressure inside from the sound of it.”
You firmly ran your hands up and down Shigaraki’s distended stomach. The air was circulating with your palms ministrations and working up more thick burbling in the process. The rubbing once again worked up more pressure making Shigaraki let loose with an especially throaty burp with heft to it. He gasped afterwards and hit his chest to work up a sharp after burp.
He downed a little more soda since his stomach was still feeling a bit dodgy. You continued nurturing his tummy the whole time he chugged. Then once he pulled away you pressed on his belly again and caused a huge burp to rip out of Shigaraki’s mouth. It was swiftly followed by a longer more raunchy sounding burp and finally a sharp dry one indicating that he was running low on 'fuel’.
With one last burp Shigaraki finally moaned in what looked and sounded like relief instead of discomfort. “Ohhh god I needed that,” Shigaraki panted and flopped backwards onto your bed lazily. The ginger ale in his tummy sloshed noisily while he palmed at it and ran his hand up and down his curved tummy.
You smiled and climbed over him gingerly running your hand up and down his belly. “I’m so glad I could make my baby feel better,” you said and planted kisses on Shigaraki’s soft lightly bubbling tummy.
Shigaraki hummed contently then shifted into a more relaxed state while you nursed his belly. But before things could get steamier with you hovering over him he looked away and asked “…H-Hey…could I…could I rest my head on your lap again…? Please…?”
You stopped then smiled softly. “…Of course sweetie.”
After scooting back into your earlier position you rested your back against the wall and let Shigaraki rest his tired head on your lap. Like a loving mother you gently caressed his cheek and brushed his messy bangs away so you could look down at his genuinely relaxed docile looking expression that not even his quirk-induced rashes and scars could mask.
You leaned down and once again kissed Shigaraki across the forehead. His smile grew as gentle as you’d ever seen it get.
“…Thank you…mommy…”
“…Anything for mommy’s precious baby boy,” you said softly and continued gently brushing Shigaraki’s cheek with one hand while gingerly rubbing his belly with the other.
Because even villains deserve to feel loved.
A cute scene just popped into my head~
Dabi’s drunk and his tummy grumbles noisily. He winces and gives a thick closed mouth burp. Then another. He keeps burping in his mouth but he can still feel gas simmering away in his tummy from all the beer he’s chugged.
He just can’t find relief until he finally takes a breath, grabs his belly with both hands and lets out a huge full throated burp. It’s absolutely fueled by all that beer and rumbles hard out of him for a few seconds straight leaving him drooling after.
Then he moans with absolute bliss after about how bddly he needed that and pats his belly heavily with relieved satisfaction.
Shiggy can burp better than Dabs but when he’s got pressure in his tummy that needs to come out dabi can burp so hard that you’ll feel it in your bones X3
