I didn’t expect to stuff myself silly this afternoon but here we are listen to those gurgles

trashytummiez:

A Stuffed Baby Otter

This is a really late birthday gift for @yummyinmytwistedtummy but I’ve always loved their work for Twisted Wonderland and especially the commission they did for me last month. So per their request I decided to write a burpy tummy ship fic between sweet baby Kalim and Jamil wherein Kalim gets really stuffed and really burpy and Jamil gets really really flustered X3

Watching Kalim eat always made Jamil uncomfortable. The sweet boy was always very generous and made sure those around him were well fed but that didn’t change the fact that Kalim had an appetite that couldn’t be beat by any human except maybe Ace. And watching him stuff himself was driving Jamil crazy.

“Mmmm! Its all so yummy!” Kalim squealed happily between his mouthful of food. He parked his cute little keister on a carpet laden with all sorts of foods from Scarabia and the eating hall alike. Kalim was helping himself to everything he could get his hands on and looking like he was having the time of his life beaming the cutest smile a person could flash while he ate even kicking his legs out from excitement.

After giving an especially rich swallow Kalim smacked his lips merrily then looked over at Jamil. He happily patted the space on the carpet next to him.

“C'mon Jamil! Ya sure ya don’t wanna eat with me? You’d love this stuff!”

Jamil shook his head. “I’m not eating with you Kalim. Just help yourself already.” But despite the harshness of his voice he squirmed with a flustered look in his eyes he wanted so very badly to mask.

The lean young dorm head shrugged and happily obliged Jamil’s advice. Kalim resembled a chipmunk sometimes with how stuffed his mouth was with food. But Jamil’s eyes would be fixated on his throat watching whenever Kalim swallowed. He’d just gulp it all down and send a really big lump traveling down his slender dark skinned throat with a rich squelch erupting from his gullet that Jamil could hear even while standing a good few feet away from his silly little dorm leader. Jamil struggled to explain why the sight of that gluttony turned him on so much but it really did especially the way Kalim gave a cute but exhausted little huff after really big mouthfuls swallowed down.

Jamil fidgeted some more the way he saw Kalim keep stuffing himself. It was starting to have an impact on Kalim’s tummy. His stomach was usually flat and lean like Kalim himself but the more food he downed so fast the more visible that bump underneath Kalim’s shirt grew. It was starting to look like he was smuggling a bowling ball under his shirt the more he ate.

How he could keep stuffing his face when his tummy was already looking so bloated and still not slow down was a mystery Jamil could never figure. He could only assume the sweet boy was simply too dense to comprehend how full he was getting. Knowing Kalim it wouldn’t surprise him at all.

Some time into his gorging Kalim paused and sat back with a weary huff. He pressed one hand against the carpeted floor to support himself and used the other to gently rub his bulging tummy.

“Unf…this stuff’s super yummy but suuuper heavy…” Kalim observed in a mildly strained voice.

Jamil was about to comment on how that tends to happen when you eat half your bodyweight in food. But before he had the chance to get a single word out there was an audible groan that erupted from Kalim’s belly that made Kalim’s sweet soft face tighten uncomfortably. That is until Kalim rolled his head back and gave a huge burp.

BRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHPP!!!!!!

Jamil froze in place with his eyes uncharacteristically widened.

Kalim sighed heavenly with a blissful smile on his adorable face. “Ahhh that’s better,” he said patting his tummy in relief and then giggling. “Heeheheheh that was loud huh Jamil!”

All Jamil could do was nod while his cheeks grew incredibly red. Everything about that was unbelievably hot for Jamil. From the warning gurgle erupting from Kalim’s belly the crass release itself being so loud and the immediate relief on Kalim’s face. That was a moment that would be repeating itself in Jamil’s memory palace for a very long time.

Meanwhile with that out of his system Kalim made enough room to keep going. More time went on and Kalim’s tummy only continued to swell out more. He was getting so incredibly bloated that his tummy was starting to lift up his Scarabia garbs. And to Jamil’s delight and dread he could see more of Kalim’s tanned dark skinned tummy growing more visible from the hiked up garbs.

By the time Kalim was done eating those garbs were completely hiked up and showing off the full entirety of Kalim’s enormous churning tummy. His belly had grown so big that it was spilling past his pelvis and making him spread his legs out a little. Kalim leaned back again and groaned using both hands to support himself while his legs stretched out.

He gently patted his belly which made the whole thing jiggle beneath his hand from how fast acting his digestive system was which was also why his tummy was so noisy right now. “Orrrgh I’m so full…” Kalim mumbled wearily then gave a burp so loud that Jamil flinched in its wake. He sighed heavily afterwards and gently rubbed his globular tummy with one hand hiccuping as he did so and making his tummy bounce.

The sight of Kalim’s rippling flesh staring Jamil in the face accompanied by all the thick burbles erupting from inside the organ were too much for Jamil. He sat himself down before Kalim and immediately placed his hands against Kalim’s massive tummy. Kalim froze in place when he felt Jamil’s hands across his stuffed tummy. He looked on at his friend who wasn’t a friend and saw the blood rushing to Jamil’s cheeks as he eyed Kalim’s belly with undeniable thirst.

Then Jamil proceeded to rub Kalim’s belly.

Straight away Kalim’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. He lulled his head back and sighed happily while Jamil’s delicate almost feminine hands gently stroked the huge fleshy orb before him. “Hhhhhaaaaaaaaaah…that feels so nice…” Kalim crooned delightfully. He almost looked crosseyed when he spoke.

Jamil was lost to the sensation of Kalim’s belly the more he rubbed it all over. Kalim’s flesh felt so warm yet so unbelievably soft and genuinely pleasant to the touch. So soft in fact that Jamil’s hands easily glided all across that big fleshy sphere like his hands were oiled.

And because Kalim’s digestive tract was so fast acting everything in Kalim’s tummy was already breaking down to the point where his overstretched organ felt like it was full of a really heavy syrup more than meat. To the point where Jamil’s hands sank into Kalim’s flesh a tad.

Jamil didn’t say a word. He just marveled at Kalim’s huge tummy and fondled every last bit of the organ that he could. His thin long fingers coiled up to the peak of Kalim’s rounded stomach where it grew slightly tighter. Then his hands drifted down to the sides where he used his palms to really knead small circles into Kalim’s flesh. He gave the side of Kalim’s belly a few satisfying thumps and shuddered at how good it felt feeling Kalim’s fat belly ripple and slosh with every hard thump Jamil gave it.

The thumping made Kalim give a really deep closed mouth burp that Jamil could hear rumbling hard in his stretched out cheeks. Then Kalim burped in his mouth again for even longer to the point where some of the burp almost pushed past his lips by the end if he didn’t keep his lips firmly planted shut.

Part of Jamil was disappointed the boy didn’t just let it out but the sound of the gas rumbling so hard in Kalim’s mouth was somehow almost every bit as big a turn on for him as a normal burp would’ve been.

Kalim blew the gas in the opposite direction of Jamil and gave a small “s'cuse me.”

Jamil shuddered and just kept rubbing Kalim’s tummy. His hands roamed across the center of that soft bulging belly. He caressed it in sensual circles using his fingertips to dig into Kalim’s flesh and make the boy hum pleasurably especially when Jamil stuck his finger inside of Kalim’s belly button. The sweet dorm head whined happily like a puppy getting his tummy rubbed at that point.

He just couldn’t keep his hands free. Jamil wanted to explore every bit of that giant belly he could reach. To Kalim’s blushy delight Jamil even rested the side of his hooded head against the middle of Kalim’s tummy. He pressed his ear against it so he could hear how intensely Kalim’s tummy gurgled away. Jamil gave Kalim’s belly another hearty pat while listening to it so he could hear how much richer everything sloshed inside of Kalim’s belly when he patted it.

Jamil also heard a gas bubble shift out and gurgle its way up until it resulted in Kalim burping so hard he couldn’t hold it in and making his belly ripple around Jamil’s head in the process.

HHRRUUUUUOOOORRRRAAAAAAAARRCCH!!!!!!

Kalim palmed his chest and gave a low after burp.

“Oof! Heh my tummy’s super bubbly right now. And that’s without soda!” Kalim giggled.

Jamil’s mind wandered to how much more ferocious they’d get if he got up and grabbed a 2 liter bottle right this second. But he simply didn’t want to take his eyes or his hands off of Kalim’s tummy for one second.

He sat up and continued rubbing Kalim’s belly the way he had been earlier. Eventually though Jamil’s hands drifted down to the bottom of Kalim’s bloat so he could feel just how heavy Kalim’s tummy was. He pushed his palms into the bottom of Kalim’s underbelly to lift up that immensely heavy and bloated mass of flesh up a little.

“By the gods Kalim…” Jamil uttered in quiet awe.

He just held Kalim’s belly in place squeezing into it and making his fingers sink into Kalim’s flesh. Then he gave Kalim’s tummy a heavy jostle which made the whole of Kalim’s tummy wobble in place with the thickest sloshing sounds erupting from inside that Jamil ever heard.

Kalim winced and brought a fist to his mouth in time to catch a deep burp which Kalim let rumble in his mouth.

Jamil shuddered at the sound and accidentally loosened his grip on Kalim’s rather heavy tummy. This made the boy’s belly slap down back in place which caused an intense wobbling that sloshed Kalim’s belly heavily. The incredibly bloated ball of flesh rippled heavily in place and dislodged a huge gas bubble.

Kalim’s eyes widened and his cheeks puffed out until his hand was blown back by a deafening burp that shot out of Kalim so hard it almost felt like a shotgun blast. Jamil swore he felt rumbling the ground itself while Kalim let that burp roll out of his mouth for several seconds straight.

BBWWRRAAAAAAAAUUUUUURRRRROOOOOOOUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUULLLHHHPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kalim even burped so hard that some drool flew out of his mouth.

“...Ffffuck…” Jamil couldn’t help but hiss to himself from how turned on he was.

Kalim wiped his lips clean with his forearm and hiccuped loudly which made his tummy jiggle like a plate of gelatin. Then he moaned and gave his tummy a light circular rub with one hand. “Oooohhh that felt good,” the boy uttered. When he caught a glimpse of how crimson Jamil’s dark skinned face became he gave a small almost nervous smile of his own. “…I can do that again i-if you want…”

Jamil was knocked out of his horny trance and looked back at Kalim with confusion.

Kalim giggled nervously and kneaded into his tummy with one hand. “If you want I can keep…buUUUUUUURRRRRP-ing for you h-heh…” Kalim said literally burping out the word ‘burping’ to prove his point.

Jamil’s face looked so red he almost resembled Riddle when he heard Kalim’s offer.

Then he immediately began kneading Kalim’s belly firmly in his hands making them sink into his bloated flesh while the organ churned from the treatment.

Kalim winced from the sudden pressure Jamil was applying to his huge tummy but gave Jamil the result he wanted with a loud wet burp.

Jamil was so eager to hear more that he squeezed his hands down into the center of Kalim’s tummy making the bloated boy give another throat rattling burp.

Kalim was left panting in a futile attempt to catch his breath.

But Jamil was so riled up he wouldn’t even give the sweet bloated boy that opportunity before wringing another sonorous burp out of him.

BBBRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUHHP!!!!!!

BEEEEEEEEELLLLUUUUUUURRRCCH!!!!!

BWWRHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRLLLLUUURRHP!!!!!!!!!!

Kalim was burping uncontrollably at that point. Every time Jamil pressed on or jiggled his belly Kalim gave one tonsil rattling burp after another. Some where louder than others while some stretched for so long that they left Kalim breathless and drooling at points. And Jamil was very visibly loving every second of it not even bothering to mask his aroused grin or how blazing red his cheeks became listening to each expulsion roar out of the sweetest student in Night Raven Academy.

Finally after Kalim gave a huge burp that stretched on for nearly ten seconds he collapsed backwards making his enormous tummy wobble above him with his arms sprawled to his sides.

“HHHhhhhaaaaaaaaah….hhhrrraaaaaaaaaaaaahhh…” Kalim huffed and struggled to catch his breath. He looked past his mountain of a tummy back at Jamil afterwards. “…Did you…did you enjoy that…?”

Jamil softly stroked the top of Kalim’s belly and hummed quietly to himself but still had an almost embarrassed look of fluster on his face. “…Sorry if I got carried away…”

Kalim hiccuped which made his tummy bounce around Jamil and giggled softly. “I wanted you to get carried away…you don’t usually let loose like that…”

Jamil bit his lower lip. “…Did you know about…y'know…”

“I know I’m not the smartest dude here but I’m not that dopey,” Kalim giggled again. “I could always feel your eyes on my tummy whenever I overate watched you squirm anytime I…buUUUUUUURRRHP-ed…”

Jamil squirmed again when Kalim sucked down some air and burped that last word out again to tease him.

Kalim giggled some more. “See??” he said excitedly.

“Tch…whatever…” Jamil said dismissively. But his look became lost again when he started tracing his finger around Kalim’s belly button again. “…If nothing else…your presence is a little more bearable when I see you with a belly like this…”

An almost sly grin spread across Kalim’s lips.

“Maybe next time you could feed me yourself…”

Jamil froze in place at the suggestion.

“…Th-That…that would…y-you…that would be….”

The words couldn’t find a coherent thought if they tried.

But Kalim swore he heard Jamil almost finish that sentence with the word 'amazing’.

“It’s a date then!” Kalim said in that chipper way of his.

All Jamil could was sit there with his hands on Kalim’s tummy without the words to retort.

So instead Jamil sighed dejectedly and resumed stroking that lovely tummy some more.

“…Sounds good,” Jamil finally said. Though whether he was talking about the prospects of getting to feed Kalim or the sounds his bulging tummy made not unlike a washing machine was anyones guess.

Two Scarabia centered fics in two days! I must have been real good this week

Thank you so much for this sweet fic @trashytummiez! I love you and your work so much!!!!!

Please go check them out if you haven’t! It’s really more than worth it I swear!

Ice Cold Tummy Troubles

After@fungusfangs made that really cute sequence with Geten and Skep I felt compelled to write a kink fic based on that scene with some burps and wholesomeness attached ;3

Redestro and Curious were working tirelessly to finish up so they could all head back to the villa. After a long hard day some rest was desperately needed~especially for Skeptic and Geten. Lunch that day turned out to be a dreadful affair for the two of them. They both made the mistake of ordering the soup; Geten because he loved the feeling of something warm flowing down his throat and filling his tummy and Skeptic because he just wanted something quick he could drink without it interrupting his work.

Well evidently the soup really didn’t agree with either of them be it the intense spices and peppers used or the meat itself possibly being undercooked. Whatever the case the end result left them both incredibly sick. Skeptic had been violently throwing up for several minutes straight. He only ordered a cup of soup yet everything stirred so miserably that he was still aggressively expelling bile until his entire body felt hollowed. The end result left him shivering and weak but it also gave him an incredibly painful migraine.

Skeptic was on the couch after Redestro insisted he take a break. He’d popped several migraine pills in the vein hopes to dull the throbbing pain pulsating from his temples.

But too bad for him his migraine wasn’t made any better by Geten…

Uh-HuuUUUUUUURRRRPP!!!

A thick and noisy burp rang out from the youngest member of MLA which left him panting. Skeptic clenched his eyes shut and gritted his oversized teeth when the sound made the throbbing worse.

Geten groaned and shifted uncomfortably in his seat next to the older taller villain. His puffy blue jacket was undone and wrapped around his waist. Geten’s usually flat tummy bulged out noticeably against his navy blue t-shirt stretching it out and pushing down on the jacket tied beneath his waist. One hand rested gently against his belly and rubbed it carefully up and down as a thick acidic gurgle rumbled forth. It was immediately followed by another large burp that blared out from the normally quiet boy.

“…Unngh…ulp…your one saving grace is usually how quiet you are…” Skeptic all but hissed queasily after the sound made his headache worse.

“…S-Sorry…” Geten mumbled quietly seconds before yet another thick burp rang from his mouth and exposed his almost fang-like teeth. “Ahh…it’s helping a lot though…”

“...You’ve literally been burping for ten minutes straight…” Skeptic sneered while pressing his fingers against his temple and kneading into them. “Seriously how the fuck are you this gassy…?? Even that burnt staple-covered scrotum isn’t this bad…and he’s awful!”

“…I ate more soup than youuuuUurhp!!” Geten replied then accidentally burped the word ‘you’ out. He huffed after and patted his belly. Skeptic cringed when he actually heard all that soup slosh rather noisily inside of the boys tummy.

“…I can see…and hear that…” Skeptic said dully. “But who told you to order a goddamn pint of that horrible slop?”

“…I-I was hungry,” Geten said defensively and then he shifted again and murmured under his breath something about how good warm stuff feels in his stomach. “Maybe if you burped more you wouldn’t have thrown up or wouldn’t still be sooOoOOOoorp-ah…q-queasy…”

“Because it’s worked wonders for you right?” Skeptic said dismissively.

“…I haven’t thrown up yet…” Geten replied a little more self-consciously.

Geten cringed when his tummy gave an especially forceful grumble. It made him lurch forward in his seat and hold his hand over his mouth like he was about to be sick. Instead Geten let rip a huge painful burp that dragged on for a few seconds and caused some drool to fly out of Geten’s mouth and pelt his palm.

Skeptic clenched his eyes shut when the sound made his veins feel like they were going to burst in his temple.

“…I swear to fucking fuck...”

“Unnf…I-I can’t help it!” Geten said defensively after grunting in relief. “It’s better than me throwing up isn’t it?” He gripped his turbulent tummy firmly in his hand and let rip a really throaty burp that left him grimacing until he palmed the side of his belly firmly and let rip an even thicker burp right after that.

“...Can…you…at least..trrry…to hold those in...”

Geten frowned and shifted again in his seat like he was a little embarrassed. Usually when his tummy gave his grief and he had to burp most of the other MLA members didn’t keep drawing attention to it. But he usually suffered alone so having to deal with Skeptic who was notoriously verbal about his bitchiness wasn’t something Geten was used to dealing with when he felt nauseous.

A sizable gas bubble worked its way up his throat but because he wanted to at least try and keep Skeptic’s migraine from getting worse he pushed his fist firmly against his mouth and let rip a really raunchy closed mouth burp. The gas rumbled heavily in his mouth for a few seconds and puffed his cheeks out. Geten cringed and burped in his mouth again.

He huffed and blew the gas off to the side. His hand very gently rubbed his churning tummy while it stirred painfully. Its gurgling grew so intense that it eventually worked up a big closed mouth burp that rumbled for nearly five seconds and very dangerously came close to rupturing past Geten’s lips. It took genuine effort to hold a big one like that in and the end result looked painful judging by the strained look of discomfort

Skeptic could see on Geten’s face.

Skeptic could also see Geten looking like he was getting a touch green. Muffling the gas wasn’t bringing the relief that Geten needed and seemed to be making him increasingly more nauseous than when he was letting loose freely and loudly. And for as absolutely asinine and headache inducing as geten’s burps were getting Skeptic didn’t want the boy to start throwing up the way he had been earlier.

So he sighed and shook his head in defeat.

“God dammit…lean back…” he finally ordered.

“Huh?” Geten replied a little groggily.

Rather than repeat himself Skeptic surprised Geten by grabbing the boy and carefully leaning him back against the couch. Despite his quiet reserved nature Geten yelped rather uncharacteristically when Skeptic did something equally uncharacteristic and put his hand on Geten’s belly. It was obviously from from its bloat but there was a soft and subtle sloshiness to it thanks to Geten being so full of soup.

Whatever the case Skeptic began to rub Geten’s churning tummy in circles. The boy swallowed thinly and blushed intensely. He wanted to ask what in the world Skeptic thought he was doing but found himself biting his lower lip in a flustered kind of way. Not only was he a deeply affection-starved young man but Skeptic’s long delicate fingers running over the glutted curve of his belly felt so unbelievably good. Better than any physical sensation he’d ever felt before.

“…O-Oh…w-wow…” he murmured quietly.

Skeptic just shook his head and grumbled. He’d have much rather been stroking Hawks’ tummy but he was just beyond sick of dealing with this so he thought he’d clear Geten up now.

“Your stomach is pent up with gas. I’m stimulating the stomach muscles by rubbing like this. Doing this to ease the tension in your belly so I can force it all up,” Skeptic said in a biting kind of way.

Not that it mattered because the feeling of having his tummy rubbed felt positively divine for Geten.

The boy’s blush intensified when Skeptic’s rubbing caused his shirt to ride up and start to expose his bare pale tummy in the process. It teased just around his belly button while Skeptic continued to knead smaller and smaller circles into the middle of Geten’s tummy.

A thick churning erupted from inside of Geten’s stomach after a while.

“Nnf…my stomach feels tight…” Geten grumbled quietly.

“That means it’s working,” Skeptic said with a begrudging sigh. He wasn’t happy about what was about to happen when his long delicate fingers rested on the upper center of Geten’s belly. The villain braced himself right as he pushed down on the troubled organ.

His migraine was not made the least bit better when Geten’s jaws parted way to give the most aggressively loud and harsh sounding burp Skeptic had ever heard…and he’d unfortunately eaten with Shigaraki and Dabi on multiple occasions! That eruption dragged on for what felt like eternity until it left Geten panting. Skeptic’s temples throbbed but he was in it already so he pushed both thumbs into Geten’s belly once again and leaned into it. Geten released another gigantic burp so harsh that not only did some drool fly out from his mouth but it sounded almost painful coming up.

It was like a cork had been popped free with that monstrous eruption Skeptic squeezed out. Suddenly a rush of gas was flying out of Geten’s mouth causing him to let rip one tonsil-ratting burp after another. It was making Skeptic’s headache so very much worse. To the point where he almost felt like his own nausea was creeping back up on him.

But he powered through it and pushed down one final time. Geten’s last burp had to be at least six plus second in length!

When it blared from his mouth the ice quirk boy gave a comically cute little hiccuping burp. He panted breathlessly then slumped back in his seat with his bloated tummy rising and falling with his labored breathing.

“Faaaah…hhhaaah…” he groaned out breathlessly.

Skeptic’s veins were throbbing in agony but he managed. He experimentally pushed down on Geten’s belly a few times but mercifully nothing else came up.

“…Good it’s all up…thank the fucking lord…” he murmured and then slumped back against his side of the couch to massage his temples.

Geten was still heaving to catch his breath but then groggily addressed his fellow villain. “…Haaah…th-thank you…”

“…Thank me by just being quiet already…” Skeptic groaned out as he rubbed his forehead in a stressed out and aching kind of way which pulled his bangs back to actually expose his stressed out looking eyes.

Geten frowned then tugged his shirt back on over his pooching tummy. Yet again he squirmed uncomfortably but not because his stomach was giving him grief. “…Look I know you don’t think very highly of me but I do-”

“Tch. Idiot kid,” Skeptic mumbled to himself dismissively which caught Geten by surprise.

Skeptic was always a jerk to everyone who wasn’t Hawks Curious or Redestro but even for him that was kind of cold. Geten wasn’t a big fan of the villain. The two never got along even if the younger villain at least respected Skeptic’s talents.

But the way Geten looked down made it seem like he was actually kind of hurt by that. He may not be the friendliest member of the MLA himself but he still had feelings and was often a bit self conscious. He even with his turbulent tummy still giving him grief he wanted to just get up from the couch and leave Skeptic alone.

That was until Skeptic continued talking.

“You’re one of the most skilled meta-users I’ve ever seen, compounded by your abilities as a highly effective strategist. You read your enemies even in the heat of battle and exploit their weaknesses to maximize their defeat and minimize chance of them coming back against you. You’re one of the most invaluable guardians that the Grand Commander could have protecting him. How you could possibly think otherwise is just plain idiotic…”

Geten sat there completely stunned. His jaw parted open slightly as if he couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Skeptic…the supreme bitchiest being in all of Japan…filled him with praise so genuine and matter of fact that it legitimately left Geten at a loss for words. It also left his face redder than one would even think capable for the icy boy.

“…Y…Y-You really think that about me…?” Geten asked in a quiet almost genuinely hopeful tone of voice.

“Would I waste my breath if I didn’t?” Skeptic asked in a way that made it sound like his answer should have been obvious.

“…I…d-don’t know what to say…”

“Nothing? Nothing would be a really great start…?” Skeptic replied with his snark as sharp as ever. But not as sharp as the searing headache he was still suffering that led to him hunching over and putting a hand over his own stomach as it burbled sickly.

“…Ngh…If I throw up again I’m gonna lose it…”

Geten frowned. Even if the two didn’t necessarily like each other Skeptic at least helped to make Geten’s tummy feel a lot better. And after the shocking words of praise Skeptic just gave him it was only fair he repay the favor. So with Skeptic still hunch over cradling both the side of his head and his stomach Geten raised his hand and thumped

Skeptic’s back a few times.

Skeptic’s eyes very sharply turned to Geten with startled outrage.

“…What the fuck are youuuUUUUUUUuuurrrAAAAAARRRLHP!!!!!”

But Skeptic’s question was soon answered when his words were cut off by thick rumbling burp that rang out of him for a few seconds straight. He quickly covered his mouth and glared daggers back at Geten.

“Did that help you feel any better?” Geten asked seemingly oblivious to Skeptic’s embarrassment.

He wanted to shout every insult he could at the young ice wielder. But he couldn’t help but sigh softly at the realization that the sour feeling in his stomach had dimmed tremendously. With a huff he begrudgingly nodded.

“…Thanks,” Skeptic finally verbalized some gratitude to the boy whose face almost seemed to light up.

Skeptic had to admit. There was something oddly endearing about seeing the usually quiet and stoic Geten smile like that…

…A smile disrupted by Geten wincing and hitting his chest to work out one last especially thick and noisy burp that left him panting and once again apologizing quietly.

“…E-Excuse me…still a little gassy I think…”

Skeptic could only sigh at that point.

…Next time they were on a job, Skeptic was definitely going to invest in some soundproof headphones…

I’m still completely fawning over this latest commission I got from @fungusfangs featuring my AU version of Tenko. The shy boi is getting big on streaming his playthroughs but has lately started experimenting with kink streams that are proving way more lucrative than he ever imagined ;3

I LOVE THIS SOOOO MUCH <3<3<3<3

Full of Cake

Yesterday was Shiggy’s birthday and after a lovely piece drawn by @fungusfangs on twitter I decided to write a birthday fic based on that drawing <3

Warning:contains bloating burps indigestion platonic rubs tummy noises tummy rubs

“Jeez boss. I’ve never seen anyone go so hard at cake before,” Spinner said while he stood over his leader.

That leader of course was Tomura Shigaraki who was currently sprawled on the floor and groaning miserably with frosting and some cake crumbs smeared over his lips. But for as much as he groaned it didn’t compare to how noisily his tummy grumbled. And the reason for its noisy complaining was likely because of how bloated it was. Shigaraki’s tummy was so full and round that it not only lifted his shirt up to expose his lower tummy but forced his pants to be unbuttoned and unzipped just to give his stomach some room to breathe.

“…So…m-much…cake…” Shigaraki moaned out. And judging from the uncharacteristically cute little birthday cap he had on it was a birthday cake he had just eaten.

“Was it at least good?” Spinner asked clearly not having been given a chance to taste for himself.

Shigaraki’s only response was a resounding burp.

“…Fair enough,” Spinner said.

He sat down onto the floor next to Shigaraki and stared down at the young pale villains bulging belly. It looked so perfectly round and downright heavy the way it jutted up and pushed his pants down. Its gurgling was so intense and noisy that it could have easily been mistaken for one of AFO’s Nomu containment chambers.

“…Unf…feels like I'mma burst…” Shigaraki groaned out in a strained voice.

Spinner frowned. He definitely didn’t mind seeing his boss get so stuffed but he wasn’t fond of seeing Shigaraki so uncomfortable. Especially on his birthday of all days.

He held up his scaly palm and asked “d'ya mind?”

Shigaraki brought a fist to his mouth and gave a thick closed mouth burp and then a softer one after that which left him huffing.

“…Ungh…fuck…go for it dude…”

Spinner nodded and placed his hand on Shigaraki’s tummy. His colder scaly flesh made Shigaraki flinch slightly until Spinner started to very gently rubbed little circles over the peak of that churning belly. Shigaraki groaned while Spinner continued to carefully stroke that glutted burbling tummy in an increasingly wider berth.

“How’s that boss? A-Any good…?”

“Ngf…ssssooo good…man…” Shigaraki muttered in a quiet groggy haze. Spinner could hear Shigaraki’s toes practically curling within his red sneakers from pleasure.

He was more than happy to continue his treatment.

So the young reptilian mutant swordsman continued to soothe Shigaraki’s turbulent tummy. His clawed fingers lightly scratched the tenser portions of Shigaraki’s hefty bloat. They chased across that smooth skin kneading into it and relaxing the tenser stomach muscles.

When he stroked Shigaraki’s tummy a little more firmly up and down its spherical bloat Spinner marveled at the way Shigaraki’s belly would sway up and down with Spinner’s hand. All that digesting cake within Shigaraki’s stomach had no doubt been liquefied into slurry by now. So all of that movement had caused everything inside of Shigaraki to slosh around a little noisily and add to the symphony of gurgles and groans erupting from his insides. The gurgling would settle a little bit every time they reached a fever pitch and resulted in a wet burp exiting Shigaraki’s mouth. Spinner would always pat Shigaraki’s tummy encouragingly after that and marvel at the way it jiggled under his hand with each pat.

Spinner saw how much less tense Shigaraki was beginning to look the more his claws expertly navigated across that gurgling cake-filled mass. So he rubbed more of Shigaraki’s belly. He pulled Shigaraki’s frosting-stained shirt up higher to expose more of his packed tummy. Then Spinner quickly got to work pampering more of it. He carefully rubbed his scaly palm into tiny circles across the side of Shigaraki’s belly while his fingers kneaded towards the center close to Shigaraki’s belly button.

“So were you just really hungry or somethin’ boss?”

“Huh?”

“I know you'n Dabi got crazy appetites but ya don’t usually down a whole cake,” Spinner answered. “Don’t get me wrong it was really impressive but just…unexpected…”

“…Ever seen me ‘round cakes or sweets before?” Shigaraki replied blandly.

Spinner blinked. Shigaraki’s junkfood habits were hardly a secret. But with all the soda he constantly guzzled it wouldn’t be too surprising for him to have a bit of a sweet tooth.

“…Guess you got me there. It is your birthday right?”

There was a deep burbling that erupted from Shigaraki’s belly. The villain winced but eventually clutches his belly and forces the gas up.

“YyyeeeuUUUUUUUHP!!!!”Shigaraki loudly burped the word 'yup’ out and followed up with a sharper burp after that. He huffed heavily after and patted his jiggling tummy in relief.

“Heh. Nice one boss.”

The lizard man continued tending to his boss’ heavy tummy after that bit of release. He had to admit. He quite enjoyed seeing his boss looking so much more relaxed and almost docile. When Shigaraki genuinely smiled in that non-creepy way of his it always lifted Spinner’s spirits. He was always happy to just help his friend out in any way he could.

“Ahhh…lil lower…” Shigaraki said.

Spinner tensed up and his cheeks grew bright and rosy.

“…Uhh…”

“Tch…don’t be such a pussy. I ain’t askin’ for a handy. Just rub a lower.”

The phrasing of his defense did nothing to quell Spinner’s blush. But if Shigaraki asked it then he wasn’t going to say no. So despite how bashful the young lizard was he began to move his hands a little lower right near where Shigaraki’s pants had been unzipped towards his lower tummy. It felt so much softer and more delicate than the rest of his gorged stomach. When Spinner started to rub over it he had it admit the extra smooth skin felt rather pleasant to the touch. And the way Shigaraki moaned with pleasure told him he was enjoying this too.

He continued to very gently stroke that delectably delicate underbelly and used his thumbs to knead tiny circles around the portion where Shigaraki’s happy trail would be. The villainous leader crooned in euphoric splendor. Spinner’s claws very gently scratched at the hefty underside of shigaraki’s tummy in the meanwhile. It was a cavalcade of stimulation that Shigaraki’s tummy desperately needed after eating so much cake by himself.

While spinner continued to rub it, Shigaraki’s belly gurgled noisily from the way his stomach muscles loosened beneath Spinner’s fingers. The young bloated villain winced and sat up on his elbows a little in a half-sitting half-hunched kind of way which made his tummy stick out more.

Spinner frowned when he saw Shigaraki’s face clench uncomfortably. He was about to ask his boss if he was okay until he felt Shigaraki’s belly rumble loudly. This was followed by a rumble rising up Shigaraki’s throat and resulting in time for a long burp to roll out of Shigaraki but cut off towards the end and left him panting.

“S-Sorry did I mess up or something…?” Spinner asked nervously.

“Ungh…shit there’s more in there,” Shigaraki mumbled and hit his chest a few times until a small sharp burp left his mouth and a weaker one chased right after it. “Fuck. Oi. Do me a favor will ya? Push down on my tummy.”

“…Do wha…?” Spinner asked a little confused…mostly by hearing his adult boss un-ironically use a word like “tummy” so casually.

“There’s like a fuckton of gas in this thing an’ I can’t push it up without makin’ myself sick again,” Shigaraki explained and patted his belly for emphasis. Spinner definitely felt his cheeks get a shade redder when he saw that pale bulbous tummy jiggle a little bit.

Nevertheless he wanted to help. So he put his hand down over the middle of Shigaraki’s tummy with his palm pressed right against Shigaraki’s belly button. Spinner could feel the pressure circulating so he kneaded for a few seconds and then pushed his hand down on Shigaraki’s belly which made everything inside of it slosh audibly.

There was a thick acidic burble that came from the push followed by a much louder gurgle that rose up Shigaraki’s chest. Shigaraki’s cheeks puffed out for a moment until he tilted his head back and let rip a gigantic burp. It ruptured out of the pale boy so hard that not only could Spinner feel Shigaraki’s tummy actually vibrate from the expulsion of gas but some drool actually flew out of Shigaraki’’s mouth from the force.

“…Holy crap that was massive…!” Spinner marveled.

Shigaraki huffed and gasped then quickly followed it up with a long throaty burp that lasted several seconds. More drool dribbled down his lips from its force. Even after that there was still more in there.
Shigaraki quickly grabbed Spinner’s hand with four fingers and guided it towards the side of his belly and pushed his hand down onto Spinner’s.

What followed was a truly colossal burp, louder and more forceful than anything he’d let out all night. It ripped out of his mouth so hard that several bits of saliva flew out of his mouth almost cartoonishly while Spinner felt Shigaraki’s belly ripple hard from the exertion. He instinctively pushed down more on Shigaraki’s belly gradually as he burped making it last even longer and only get louder and harsher the more it went on.

“…Dude…” Spinner finally said in awe when it ended.

Shigaraki gasped then immediately flopped backwards like a ragdoll; his bulging tummy jiggling heavily when he did.

“Ffffffuuuuuuck I needed that…” Shigaraki gasped out breathlessly with a euphoric smile of endless relief on his face.

After a few seconds of uncertain silence Spinner lightly tapped Shigaraki’s tummy with his index claw.

“So umm…you want me to keep rubbin’?”

A cute little after burp left Shigaraki’s mouth in response.

Spinner just grinned. “Whatever you say birthday boy.” And before long he was back to rubbing away at that smooth, stretched out tummy. He was just glad to give his boss something he actually enjoyed on his special day.

The fact that he enjoyed himself too was just a bonus.

Movie Night Gurgles

Hiiiii <3

I’m not dead in case anyone’s wondering X3

But I’ve been very busy working on nsfw commissions and getting a patreon page ready so I haven’t been posting at all because of that. However @fungusfangs made a really cute pic of Tamaki having tummy troubles around Mirio on movie night and after a quick chat on twitter I just had to make this fic based on her drawing.

https://twitter.com/FungusFangs/status/1506089015933603846

Tam and Mirio are the purest couple and I love them so much <3<3<3

Warning:contains bloating burps comfort kink ear play fluff indigestion tummy noises tummy rubs

Tamaki hated when he miscalculated. He was ready to go patrolling with Fatgum this particular evening until his blubbery sensei canceled and gave his intern-sidekick the night off. Something about Fatgum needing to give a few other new interns some time to flex their talents and helping every young hero at his agency grow.

This was great because it meant he could spend the evening with Mirio and Friday was movie night for the two. Problem was that Tamaki already prepared for his night rounds.

More specifically he overprepared.

Tamaki’s quirk required consuming various meats to gain the properties of their respective animals and use those to his advantage in battle. He usually tried not to eat too much since he needed to be able to move fast in case a villain showed up but on occasion he’d fill up with more meats that would give him range abilities. Tonight though he’d forgotten he’d already eaten for the shift and so when Mirio offered to treat him to burgers Tamaki was already full and just ate even more on his date with Mirio.

And now here the two teens were sitting on the couch watching an action movie. Or rather Mirio was watching the movie and gleefully munching away on popcorn. Poor Tamaki was leaning against his big burly boyfriend trying not to shift around too much while his painfully heavy tummy burbled intensely and noisily.

“Mph! Wow the special effects aren’t half bad huh!” Mirio praised with his mouth full of popcorn just to stuff even more down.

“mmMMMMRRP!! Unnf…mm-hm…” Tamaki bit down on his lower lip with his cute fangs as he gave a closed mouth burp he tried desperately to keep quiet. He wasn’t paying attention to the movie at all. He folded his arms together and leaned against Mirio’s broad chest and hoped that would help keep pressure off of his tummy.

Mirio reflexively wrapped an arm around his timid boyfriend comfortingly and gave him a gentle squeeze. Then he dropped his hand onto Tamaki’s belly and casually started rubbing it. Tamaki’s long sleeved shirt barely clang to his stomach with how bloated it was.

Tamaki tried his hardest not to whimper. He was used to Mirio rubbing his tummy constantly. It always felt wonderful and Mirio always really loved providing comfort and care to Tamaki in any way he could. And while it felt good now with how turbulent his tummy was the rubbing wasn’t doing Tamaki any favors. With how much Tamaki had eaten and with how accelerated his digestive system worked due to his quirk his tummy was full of so much gas right now and he was trying desperately to hold it in.

But the more Mirio’s hand ran up and down his belly the more Tamaki really needed to burp. Only the anxious boy got flustered and embarrassed all too easily and really didn’t want to disrupt a movie Mirio was so into. Any time he felt gas rising up his throat he tried hard to suppress it before it could reach his mouth. Holding the gas down worked for a time but it made his tummy bubble more noisily which only made Tamaki even more comfortable.

While the movie went on Mirio casually rubbed his palm more firmly from side to side of Tamaki’s big pooching tummy. It was so smooth and warm feeling but the action caused his palm to apply a little more weight to tamaki’s stomach. Doing so caused a sizable gas bubble to worm its way up his throat and this time he couldn’t swallow it down like he had the others.

Tamaki shifted uncomfortably and quickly turned his head then brought his fist up to his mouth just in time to give a really thick and raunchy closed mouth burp. It rumbled heavily and puffed his cheeks slightly. Then almost immediately another heavy closed mouth burp worked its way up turning that first one into a chain-burp. That second closed mouth burp lasted a few seconds and stained Tamaki’s cheeks red with embarrassment.

He hastily blew the gas as far away from Mirio as possible and whimpered quietly. There’s no way Mirio didn’t hear that. Fortunately Mirio didn’t seem to really be paying attention. He was far too fixated on the film to be distracted by Tamaki’s rumbling gaseousness. Though he did give Tamaki’s tummy a few gentle pats of acknowledgement which made the elf-eared boy hiccup and whimper again.

Tamaki couldn’t tell if Mirio was patting his belly just casually or if it was his way of praising him for getting that out of his system.

But it brought him no relief.

The movie continued on and the gurgling in Tamaki’s tummy wasn’t letting up. Mirio continued making casual commentary of the film without ever acknowledging all the noises coming from Tamaki’s body. So that at least brought some degree of comfort to Tamaki in terms of his embarrassment. Which was good because poor Tamaki’s tummy was gurgling up a storm the whole movie making Tamaki burp in his mouth constantly throughout the film. And though he tried to keep it quiet they were getting harder and harder to hold in. He couldn’t even talk for fear of letting rip a loud one and disrupting the movie for his boyfriend.

“Boom! What an explosion!” Mirio said when he suddenly jerked in his seat with excitement. With Tamaki leaning right up against the blond boy that sudden excited jerk from his torso jostled poor Tamaki’s belly up something fierce making everything digesting in his tummy slosh heavily. “Ya know shots like that last like twenty seconds but if they’re real like that they cost upwards of six or seven million-”

But before Mirio could finish his excitable train of thought another ‘explosion’ went off. This time from Tamaki’s mouth when an absolutely massive burp finally tore past Tamaki’s lips and echoed throughout Mirio’s dorm room.

Tamaki’s whole face went as red as Kirishima’s hair. He instantly covered his mouth and went teary-eyed when Mirio’s own eyes widened and he looked towards Tamaki with surprise.

“…E-excuse me-I-I’m so soooOOOORRRUUURRHP!!!” But poor Tamaki’s apologies were interrupted by him suddenly burping the end of his sentence out.

Mirio blinked for a moment then smiled his chipper lemillion dollar smile. “Man that one had to feel good finally coming up huh!” He said cheerily.

He wasn’t as oblivious as he seemed. Of course Mirio could hear Tamaki’s gastric distress throughout the whole film but he never commented on it in order to keep Tamaki from feeling embarrassed. So he’d been gingerly rubbing Tamaki’s tummy to coax the gas out naturally without harping on it and making the boy get anxious.

With that big one acting as an icebreaker Mirio decided he could help a little more overtly. So he paused the film and slid his hand under Tamaki’s shirt lifting it up and making Tamaki yelp and tense up when his bare belly pooched out more freely. “Here lemme help ya get the rest of that pressure loose,” Mirio offered.

His fingers pressed down into the center of Tamaki’s belly just over his cute belly button. The pressure being applied was so great that even though Tamaki tried to initially hold it in his lips parted open anyway when a big rumbling burp rattled out of him.

Mirio whistled. “That one was deep! Bet that one had to give ya a lil relief, right?” He insisted and pulled Tamaki closer to his broad chest making him lean a little more while his tummy stuck out in the process.

With his free hand Mirio rubbed circles into the middle of Tamaki’s belly. He could feel the organ churning heavily under his fingers from all that gas circulating within Tamaki’s insides.

The firm rubbing alone caused a sudden burp to expel from Tamaki’s mouth before another much longer one chased after it and turned it into a chain-burp.

Mirio just gave a good natured chuckle and patted Tamaki’s belly making its surface jiggle subtly. “It’s almost too bad you had the night off! You could give Red Riot a real run for his money next time he challenges you to a burping contest!”

Tamaki whimpered but cut himself off with a long throaty burp that left him huffing and groaning after. It was embarrassing but that one in particular felt really good to let out and the relief on Tamaki’s face was far more palpable than his embarrassment.

For the next few minutes Mirio firmly rubbed his hands all over Tamaki’s bare belly and pushed into all the tensest parts of his tummy. Which left Tamaki burping nonstop for a few minutes straight. Such an immensely heavy meal really did make the poor boy incredibly gassy.

Until finally Mirio wrapped both his hands around Tamaki’s belly and all but hugged him from behind squeezing down on Tamaki’s tummy hard enough to force the biggest gas bubble up his throat without making him feel sick.

Tamaki’s eyes widened until he tilted his head back and let rip a gigantic burp! The sheer power backing it was so strong that Mirio could practically feel the couch quiver while it violently expelled out of the boy for several seconds.

The breathless Tamaki moaned and slumped back against his boyfriend huffing heavily while his curved tummy rose and fell with each hoarse breath he gave.

“Nowthat was a great one Maki!” Mirio praised and patted Tamaki’s extended tummy heartily.

Tamaki hiccuped cutely from the pats to his tummy and groaned. “Unnf…I’m so gross…” he whined wearily.

“Nah you’re anything but gross, man! You’re the cutest sweetest guy I know,” Mirio insisted as he kissed Tamaki’s neck which made the boy blush fiercely. But then he very gently started scratching behind Tamaki’s long elf-like ear.

Immediately Tamaki moaned to himself and nearly went cross-eyed when he practically melted to Mirio’s touch. He leaned back against his burly boyfriend and leaned into his touch like a puppy while Mirio smiled and continued scritching his ears.

“See? Absolutely adorable!” Mirio praised and teasingly kissed Tamaki’s ear which made the boy blush even more.

Mirio turned the movie back on and continued to lightly scritch Tamaki’s ears to help him relax. All the while he continued gingerly rubbing Tamaki’s tummy with his other hand. His shirt was still raised over his bloated middle but he was far too relaxed by Mirio’s treatment of his delicate elf ears to be embarrassed anymore.

All told it was a pretty good movie night.

Liquor and Cigarettes

Fandom: Breaking Bad

TW: Passing out due to hunger, possible disordered eating habits, mention of drug and alcohol abuse, mention of m*rder

*Takes place early season 4: Spoilers for everything up to that point.

Jesse Pinkman didn’t take care of himself very well.

It wasn’t much of a secret, even before his and Mr. White’s partnership had gotten far bigger than the two of them could ever imagine, Jesse wasn’t the type to make weekly runs to the grocery store. Not even monthly runs, for that matter. At any given time, the most he had in his fridge was a couple beers and a package of hot pockets. Anything quick, anything that didn’t involve any actual cooking.

Not too long ago he’d tried to make an effort. But that was before things changed.

Before too many people had died.

Now, it was rare if Jesse found the time to eat more than one meal a day.

Between running the lab, working with Badger and Skinny Pete on their side hustle, and spending his nights willing himself to sleep instead of staying awake and thinking, Jesse reserved any spare seconds he got for a quick rinse in the shower or a quiet moment outside with a cigarette.

And today, he was bearing the consequences of his bad habits.

He woke up feeling like shit. He’d drank a bit too much last night, and woke up an hour later than he should have with a bitch of a headache. And if Gus didn’t have his ass for showing up late, Mr. White sure would. He was out the door in seconds, and as he walked into the Laundry, he swore he could feel every eye in the place on him. As if every single person was one of the cameras Gus kept in the lab, just staring, judging, thinking.

“Where the hell have you been?” Jesse rolled his eyes at Mr. White’s greeting as he shut the door to the lab, the older man staring up at him in his safety gear. He was in the middle of a cook, and just like the camera, his eyes followed Jesse as he stomped down the metal staircase.

“Sorry, I slept in, jeez. Don’t get your panties in a twist about it.” He tried to brush off as he headed for the lockers to get his own safety gear. Mr. White tailed him, matching his pace and taking his ventilator mask off just so he could clearly chew Jesse out.

“Don’t get my- Jesse, you do realize you can’t just sleep in and stroll in late like you did in my class, do you? Because there are no warnings or write-ups in our situation, instead Gus is going to-“

“Slit my throat and have you shove me in a barrel? Yah, got that loud and clear.” He slammed the locker door shut and set his goggles atop his head. “Look, I know you’re like, tweakin-out-kinda-paranoid about Gus or whatever, but if you’re so worried about it, then how ‘bout we just get to the fuckin’ cook, huh?” He snapped, shoving his arms into the yellow suit and zipping it up.

“Yes, I just need to know that this won’t happen again. There’s a reason you’re here and not Gale, I need you to make sure Gus knows why.”

Jesse felt sick to his stomach. Forgetting about Gale was what he’d spent his drinks on last night, and Mr. White had just undone all that hard work.

“…Sure.”

Walter took that as an acceptable answer, and as soon as Jesse was suited up, they got to work.

Mr. White was just about to finish the batch he’d started earlier this morning, and he proposed that they cook two more today to stay on-schedule. Jesse groaned internally, he’d only been here for a few minutes but he already wanted to lie down. He didn’t know why he was so tired, he’d passed out early enough that he’d gotten enough sleep. At least, he thought he did. This felt like more than being tired, though. His head was still pounding behind his eyes, and he found himself out of breath whenever he had to run between stations or lift something heavy. Mr. White spared him a glance every now and again when he paused to take a breather, but other than that, they worked in silent synchronicity.

The real problems only arose later in the day.

They’d just finished their second batch, and Mr. White was prepping for the next one while Jesse broke up the glass. He’d done it a hundred times before, it was the easiest part of any cook, but for some reason each time he cracked down on the tray and heard the crystal shatter and splinter, it seemed to go right to his head, pain shooting through with every crack that was made. It got to the point where the pounding was non-stop, and Jesse had to pause, set down his tool, and put his head in his hands.

The lack of movement made Mr. White turn and look.

“Jesse? Is something wrong with the product?”

Jesse didn’t respond.

“Jesse, is something wrong?” Mr. White repeated, setting down his own work to walk over. Hearing his name and the footsteps coming closer was enough to make Jesse lift his head, but that was as far as he got before his eyes rolled back in his head and he swayed backwards, collapsing in a heap on the floor. He’d taken the tray down with him too, the product shattering and scattering across the floor around Jesse.

Walter looked at the camera before rushing to check on Jesse.

“Jesse! Christ, wake up!” He tried immediately, his mind flooding with ideas of what could have caused this. Was he using again? Was Jesse exposed to a chemical leak in the lab? He contemplated that option for a moment before opting to pull off Jesse’s mask and hood to make sure he was still breathing.

He was, but as soon as his face was uncovered, Walter finally noticed something just as worrying.

He hadn’t seen it when he’d walked in, but Jesse was pale. White as a sheet pale, which contrasted horribly with the dark bags under his eyes. He looked like a corpse, and when Walter checked his pulse to assure himself that wasn’t the case, he was surprised to find that Jesse was cold and clammy. Either he was using again, or there was something else very, very wrong with him.

Walter got up and looked around frantically for a moment before grabbing Jesse under his arms and dragging him over to one of the lab’s chairs. As he hoisted the kid into the seat, something else became very apparent.

Jesse was light.

That fact stuck in Walter’s mind as he rushed to fill a water bottle, keeping his partner in his line of sight as he did. Jesse had always been scrawny, but to that extent? It just didn’t sit right with him.

Setting the water bottle down on the worktable, Walt weighed his options before grabbing Jesse’s shoulders and trying to shake him awake. Jesse groaned in response, and that earned him another firm shake. “Jesse, get up! You need to tell me what’s wrong.” He implored, giving him one final shake. Jesse’s eyes fluttered open, and with a strained noise he feebly tried to push Walter’s hands off of him, but his muscles felt so heavy that he could hardly lift his arms.

“…Dude, what the hell are you doin’…”

“What the hell am I doing? You passed out! So do you mind explaining to me why that happened? Did you overdose, are you sick, what was that?” He rambled, sounding more frantic than worried as Jesse tried to get his bearings and focus on what Mr. White was saying. He only caught a few words, but he was able to respond.

“Overdose? I’m… clean Mr. White, only thing I’ve been doin’ is liquor and cigarettes.” It took all his brainpower to form that sentence, and as he started to fully regain consciousness, his headache came back full-swing, and he pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes. Jesus, he wished he had stayed out.

“Right, then what did you eat last?”

“…Liquor and cigarettes…”

“Jesus, Jesse, that’s not food. I mean when did you last eat a real meal?”

Jesse was silent for a moment, thinking hard about the answer to that question. His stomach didn’t have to think at all however, because before any silence could stretch between the two men, his stomach growled emptily, painfully. Jesse only grunted and wrapped his arms around his middle, far too tired and in pain to be any kind of embarrassed for something as dumb as forgetting to eat.

“I don’t remember.”

“That’s not good, Jesse. You’re a millionaire, for God’s sake, why aren’t you eating?” Mr. White asked as he handed the water bottle to Jesse, who stared at it for a moment before taking a few slow, careful sips.

“I dunno dude, I just- everything’s harder now, y’know?” He began, trying to organize his thoughts. “There’s so much I have to do… And it doesn’t fuckin’ feel right doin’ any of it” The cold water hit his stomach and made it churn and ache uncomfortably, but now he wasn’t sure if it was because he was starving or because of, everything else again.

“I, can’t say I know the feeling, Jesse. But regardless of any of that, you still need to eat.”

“I know, Jesus, stop using your weird dad tone.” Jesse took another gulp of water, the liquid going down as hard as if he’d taken a shot. “I don’t just mean working has gotten harder. I mean that with Gus breathing down my fucking neck and, what I did to Gale, I’ve been worrying more about that than any other bullshit, I guess.” He explained. He didn’t want to admit how he felt about Gale, it was a ‘him or me’ situation, after all. He’d be dead if Gale wasn’t.

At least, that’s what Walter had told him.

“…I see. This work gets to you, I know. Gale was a good man, I know that better than anyone.” Mr. White attempted to console, placing an uneasy hand on Jesse’s shoulder. Jesse tensed up. “But you lose people, and you move on. That’s just how things work, Jesse.”

The younger man only nodded. His head was full of all the things he could say to that, he could say that it ‘wasn’t that easy,’ or ‘you’ve never lost anyone.’

But he didn’t.

“Right. Now, after we’re done cooking I’ll treat you to lunch. We still need to finish this batch and make up for the product we just lost. You feel well enough to cook?” He asked, already back in the working mood as if Jesse hadn’t just passed out.

“Yeah, just give me a minute.”