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You're studying in your dorm room, and they're asleep, sprawled out on your bed, legs across your lap. As you're admiring the peaceful set of their face, a roiling groan swirls through their middle. It doesn't sound comfortable, and isn't based on the way their eyebrows knit together in their sleep. Another chain of dense gurgles has them squirming, and now you're concerned.
You try to go back to studying, but the tumultuous whines and glugs are only getting more persistent. They whimper softly, then flop onto their side. The movement frees a wet blurp from their guts, followed by an avalanche of bubbles that you can hear traveling up their throat. You worry they're about to be sick.
Instead they burp. Once. Twice. Three times. Each one big and airy, rumbling in their chest before passing cleanly out their slack throat. They finish with a relieved sigh, lips quirking up into a smile.
You blink, then break into a grin a moment later. You can't resist giving their belly a little pat on their behalf. It responds with a gaseous rumble that races up their throat, exploding into an impressively loud belch. Too loud apparently. They wake with a start before they even finish burping. The sound changes in pitch as they jerk upright, finishing soft and bubbly.
Blinking sleep from their eyes, they bringing up their hand to cover a small after burp. They turn to you, brows knitting together as they try to piece together what happened.
You suppress a giggle. "Have a nice nap?"
"I—yeah." They shake their head, still disoriented. "Did you burp?"
You don't notice how quickly you've finished your soda until you hit bottom, straw pulling up air. You're at the movies, so preoccupied with worrying whether or not your date is enjoying themself, that you absentmindedly sucked down your drink in record time. As though it was waiting for you to realize your mistake, your stomach gives an ominous, gaseous whine. You desperately need to burp.
Normally you're good at subtly letting up a burp. If you'd paced yourself, you could have been breathing out quiet little bursts of soda fizz under your breath this whole time. Stifling soft sounds in your throat, and exhaling bubbly gas politely out your nostrils. But it's too late for that. Now your stomach is so pressurized that you don't trust yourself to control whatever it might send up. You resolve to hold in the carbonation, and try to focus on the movie.
It hurts. Your stomach starts producing loud groans, which you attempt pathetically to disguise by shifting in your seat. The fidgeting is starting to draw your date's attention. They look over, and you offer what you hope is a reassuring smile. It feels closer to a pained grimace.
You consider excusing yourself to the bathroom to sort out your bad decisions. But, before you can, the action on screen explodes and the soundtrack swells. Startled, you gasp out a burp without meaning to.
Your heart stops. Did anyone hear that? Your burp wasn't quiet, but the movie was far louder. You dart your eyes towards your date and find their attention still glued to the screen. You breathe out a sigh of relief.
This could actually work. You wait for another action scene, then burp under cover of the soundtrack. More confident now, you chance a low, urgent—huurrp. Mercifully, it works again. And again. And again.
hruurp
boorr...urp
hoauurp
The pressure grows more manageable with each release of bubbly gas. It's starting to seem like you might successfully burp away your bellyache without alerting your date or anyone else in the theater. Then the soundtrack hits a lull.
That's fine. You know the volume will pick back up. Still feeling in control, you swallow back a belch, determined to wait.
But the quiet is stretching on. You can feel air trying to creep up your throat again, but force yourself to gulp it back. To contain any humiliating noises your stomach tries to send up. Your uncomfortable squirming must be more noticeable than you'd hoped because your date looks at you again concerned. They lean over.
"You okay?"
They're so close. Close enough you can feel their warmth radiating onto your skin...Close enough they can probably hear the soda bubbles fizzing inside you. You wince at the thought.
Wanting to reassure them you're alright, you go to whisper back. But, as you do, an audible gurgle breaks from your gut. Panic seizing you, you try to pull back, but it's too late. All the air you've been holding in rushes out of you in an abrupt belch, devastatingly loud in the silent theater.
bwwooOOuUurrp!
It's just as satisfying as it is humiliating, which is to say immensely. The physical relief is a poor trade for the sting of embarrassment. People are starring. Your date is starring. They're gaping at you open mouthed, and clutching at their ear, as the echoes of your harsh belch ring out.
To add insult to injury, another action sequence starts on screen. The soundtrack swells again. Much too late to save you.
You have such a lovely voice. Now let me hear it interrupted by a guttural belch pitched an octave lower than your speaking register. I love the contrast between a meek little whimper and a deep, growling belch. A high, musical giggle and a burp that sounds like it came straight from the depths of your stomach. Enormous, bassy burps rumbling up before gentle sighs. Wet, growling burps churning out before breathy gasps. What a gross sound just came out of such a pretty mouth.
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Stuffed burps, but the kind where the person is so full there’s almost no distinguishing between the sounds that remain in their belly and the lucky few that push out of their mouth. The gaseous rumbles from their stomach, the bubbles glugging up their throat, the wet, strained belches, the tight, painful burps. It’s all one solid wall of continuous gastric distress.
Burps chained so tightly together it’s hard to tell when one stops and the next begins. In fact, they might never fully stop burping. Each time their mouth opens a little more air seems to desperately jostle out of them. Their stomach quite literally feels like it’s in their throat. Crowding up into their chest so that when a pocket of air manages to escape it’s practically already out of their mouth.
It is absolutely involuntary. If their life depended on it they could not stop their stomach from desperately belching up every last bit of air as it works to churn through the ridiculous amount of food they packed into it. Even when they aren’t burping, gas is gurgling in their throat through every sentence. There is no thought too urgent to pause if they feel the opportunity to let out some of the pressure bloating them full. No person too important to interrupt with a desperate stomach settling belch.
babying me while you burp me… saying “there you go, let it all out, sweetheart. make some more room for me.” praising me for my biggest burps and giving my gut a proud smack. telling me it’s natural for big growing girls like me to burp… ahhh i need it so bad!!! >//<
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Decided on my day off to have a little fun. Chugged a liter of sprite, failed with a huge belch about halfway through but continued anyway. My belly immediately blew up and I couldn't stop burping after. It's been about half an hour and I'm still belching (nice, big ones). I haven't drank sprite in YEARS. I forgot how carbonated it is and I looovvveeeee it 🥰
Some horny rambly telling of a smut story. This is SUPER NSFW so read at your own risk lol
Idk how many words this is! But it's M/F burp and belly stuff - what else is new - also I just copy and pasted this from my Google drive so I have no idea how the formatting is going to look. Anyway!
Enjoy!
Melody sat on the couch in her living room, feet kicked up on the ottoman while she watched the evening news. Her boyfriend, Sam was in the kitchen shuffling through the fridge as the sun began to set. A crisp fizzy sound came from the other room as Sam cracked open two bottles of beer. He made his way back into the living room and handed one to Melody.
“Thank you,” she said, taking the beer and bringing it to her lips for a sip.
“Course,” Sam replied as he sat down beside her.
Melody and Sam had been together for four months. He was tall, built with muscle and a little bit of meat in his belly and thighs while Melody was shorter, standing around 5’4” with a full chest and curves. Sam wrapped his arm around her as they settled into the leather. They had just finished dinner and were ready for a night of movies, beer, and snacks.
After throwing on a rom-com, they had slowly become intertwined with one another. Melody was laying with her back against his chest as his hands her hips and thighs gently. She took a final sip of her beer and without warning a large belch escaped her lips.
“Oh my God,” she gasped. “I’m so sorry. That was so gross.”
Sam laughed. “Mel, it’s fine.”
“No! I’ve never done that in front of you before.”
“Well,” he started. “Now you have. It’s really okay.”
She couldn’t help but blush. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” he chuckled, a smile forming between his cheeks. “I’ve been holding mine in anyway.”
Melody turned her head back to look at him. “You have?”
He nodded. “I have. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.”
She wouldn’t have been uncomfortable. In fact, she would have loved it. For as long as she could remember she’d been turned on by burps, but never had the courage to share the desire with any of her partners. She considered telling Sam, but decided that it was maybe too early.
“Well…you can. If you want,” she said shyly. “It doesn’t bother me.”
“No? You just seemed so appalled by yourself.”
She laughed. “I was just embarrassed. I don’t want you to think I’m gross.”
“Baby, I could never think that. You’re adorable.”
Her lips curled up. “I am?”
“Yes. You know that, don’t be silly.” As Sam spoke, Melody could feel his belly gurgle underneath her as the air traveled from his belly to his mouth. He released a long beer belch, making sure to direct it away from her. “God, now that was gross,” he smiled. “See?”
Melody felt a heat forming in her core. Sam’s burp had sent shockwaves through her body as her skin prickled. She shifted uncomfortably between his legs. “It wasn’t that gross.”
Sam’s eyebrow furrowed as he looked at her. “You don’t think so?”
“No,” she said. “It was kind of cute.”
“Cute? My burp was cute?”
“Yes,” she chuckled.
“Alright, let me give you a ‘not cute’ burp.” Sam took a swig of his beer, the liquid rushing down his throat. The moment the bottle left his lips, he belched long and deep, at least five seconds. Melody thought it would never end. “How was that?”
She could feel herself getting wet. “Good,” she breathed. Her eyes darted away from his.
Sam looked at her quizzically. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” she said. “I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine.” Before she could reply, a small burp escaped Sam’s lips. “Oof, sorry.” Melody
squirmed against him. His eyes widened slightly. “Are you…into this?”
“No,” she protested. “That’s ridiculous.”
“Is it? Because you seem a little flustered.”
“I am not.”
“You are,” he teased. “Look at your little cheeks all red. You’re so cute.”
Melody’s face felt even hotter. “I am not.”
Sam dipped his head down, his lips beside her ear. He let out a burp, the sound striking lightning
through her. She winced, her body hot with lust. “Are you sure about that?”
“Yes,” she said, trying her best to pretend. “I’m sure.”
“I don’t think you are,” he whispered. “I think you like it. I can feel you getting hot, baby. I know how you look when you’re turned on.”
Jesus.
Melody sucked in a breath. “You don’t know anything,” she quipped.
“I don’t? Alright.” Sam snaked his hand over her belly and down between her thighs. He traced the inside of them with his finger tips. Melody was starting to regret putting on her pajama shorts so early. The thin material would betray her soon enough. His fingers teased her skin, finally landing over her pussy. She knew he could feel how wet she was. “Baby…such a little liar. You’re soaked.”
Melody moaned as he pressed his fingers against her clit. “No,” she whined.
“You want to double down?” he asked. “You’re not horny at all?” She shook her head. “Okay.” Sam slipped a finger under her shorts and into her pussy. Melody couldn’t help but grind into him. He added another. “You seem pretty horny to me, honey. You’re practically fucking my fingers.”
“I don’t think so,” she said, knowing she was about to lose.
“Mmm,” he moaned in her ear. “Do you want me to burp again for you?” He pumped his fingers faster.
“Oh, God,” Melody whined.
“That’s not a yes, baby. Tell me you want it.”
“Yes, I want it.” Melody cried out. “Fuck, please.”
“I knew it,” he growled. Sam grabbed the bottle and chugged the remaining beer. “BUUURRRRPPPPPP.” His belch was wet and full beside her face.
Melody dropped her head back against his chest, moaning and writhing against him. “Jesus, baby.”
Sam noticed how pink her cheeks were. “Are you embarrassed, baby?” She nodded, her lip quivering. “You’re embarrassed you get so turned on by my burps?” Just hearing him say the word drove her crazy. “God, that’s so hot. Tell me more, please. I want to drive you crazy.”
“You do?”
“Of course I do, I love you. I want to give you everything you like, if I can.”
“Okay,” she breathed. Her heart was on fire. “Um…I don’t know, I mean there’s stuff…”
“What kind of stuff?” His voice was dark and husky.
“All kinds…”
He dragged his fingers in and out of her slowly. “Like what?” He kissed her neck. “What do you like about burps?”
“I like how they sound…” she moaned, feeling his fingers inside her. “I like how it feels.”
“You like to do it?” he asked. “Does that make you feel good? Do you turn yourself on just burping all day long when I’m not here?” Melody nodded. “Fuck, that’s hot. You’re so sexy, baby.”
“That’s sexy? But it’s so gross.”
“It’s not gross if it turns you on. I love knowing you do that to yourself. Just getting all worked up. Do you touch yourself to feel better? To get your release?”
“I do,” she whined. “I make myself cum to it.”
“What if I made you cum to it?” Melody whimpered, tossing her head. “Is that a yes? Do you want to cum to the sound of my burps?”
“This is so weird.” She wanted to crawl into a hole from how horny this was making her. Never did she ever think that she’d be in a situation like this one. “I want it but it’s so fucking weird. I’m a freak.”
“Baby, no. Stop.” He pet her hair with a chuckle. “You are not a freak, honey. You’re just into something a little different. That’s all. And I’m happy to do it if it makes you feel good.” He kissed the top of her head. “I want to make you feel good, Mel.”
“Okay…if you’re sure.”
“Can I tell you something?” he asked.
“Sure.”
“I’m into something a little weird too.”
“You are?” Her eyes lit up.
“I am,” he smiled. “I didn’t want to tell you because I’ve been embarrassed about it. But now that you’ve opened up to me, I want to do the same.”
“What is it?”
Sam took a deep breath. “I really like…” he dragged his free hand over her belly, leaving it there. “I really like your belly.”
“You do?” Oh my.
“Yes,” he admitted, a little more nervous than before. “I think it’s so sexy. At any size, but I love how soft it is and how it looks when you eat too much…” His face was flushed now too.
“You like when it’s bloated?”
“Yes,” he breathed. “I fucking love it. It turns me on so much.”
“That’s…” Melody started. “That’s really hot. I like that too.”
“Seriously?”
“Mhmm, like a lot. I, um…sometimes when I’m alone I chug a two liter bottle of seltzer water to blow up my belly and make myself burp. It feels so good to be full like that and to let out the air trapped in me.”
“Jesus,” Sam moaned. “You are so hot. I can’t take it. I want – I want to watch you do that.”
A smirk creeped across her face. “You can, if you want. Go grab the rest of the beers.”
“You’re going to drink all of them?”
“No,” she laughed. “No, only three or four. Don’t you want to see me all drunk and bloated?”
“God, yes. I love when your belly is bloated at the bar. I always want to grab it and play with it.”
“You should…” she teased. “I’d love that.” Sam stood up and the shift caused Melody to burp. She held her hand to her mouth, still a little embarrassed by the action. “Excuse me,” she said sweetly.
Sam bit his knuckle. “Why is that so hot?”
Melody shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know.”
“Stay right there,” Sam said, dashing into the kitchen. He grabbed the rest of the 12-pack of Miller High Lifes and placed them on the coffee table.
“Oh, wow there’s a lot left.”
“Drink as many as you want. I will too. I know you want to hear more burps.”
Melody grabbed a beer and popped off the cap. She sat criss-cross facing Sam and began to chug the drink. Every gulp was cool and refreshing as it settled into her belly, creating more and more fizz with each sip. She pounded the entire bottle, holding it in her hand off the side of the couch. “BRUUUURRUUURRPPPP.” The beer belch fled from the depths of her stomach, the sound rumbling around her. The release of air felt euphoric as her pussy clenched from the sensation. “Fuck,” she moaned at the end of the burp. “That felt so good.”
“I mean this as a compliment, but that was so nasty,” Sam said. “Seeing you so sweet and pretty and hearing something so filthy leave your mouth is fucking hot. Shit, I might like this as much as you.”
Melody laughed. “Yeah? I’m glad you liked it…” Sam leaned in to give her a kiss, his tongue entering her mouth and dancing around. Melody pulled back, about to burp again but Sam kept her close letting it leave her mouth and rush into his. “Sam,” she moaned. “Do it in mine.”
At her request, Sam belched into her mouth the air rumbling against her cheeks and down her throat as she swallowed it intentionally. Melody felt her stomach getting tighter. “Drink another,” Same said, pulling back. “I want to watch your belly get big.”
“Okay.” She grabbed another beer and began to chug once again. As she drank, Sam reached out and brushed his hand over her belly, finally pulling her tiny t-shirt up to reveal her bloat. His cock hardened in his sweats.
“Fuck.”
Melody’s belly grew as she downed her fourth beer, holding the side of her belly as she chugged. She could feel everything tightening, her stomach fuller than it had been in a long time. Before she could finish the beer, a belch rushed out of her and turned into a strained moan as she leaned back. Her belly poked out, sending Sam into a spiral. “God,” she whined. “I’m so full.”
“Yes you are,” he teased. “So fucking full. You look so good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, baby. Look at that belly. Fuck. Come here.” Melody moved to sit back against his chest once again. He placed his hands on her belly as began to rub. She couldn’t help but moan from the touch. She could feel her shorts soaked between her legs as she wriggled into him. Sam pressed on the top of her stomach, causing a raunchy burp to leave her lips followed by two smaller ones. “Yeah, my let them out. Let all your burps out. I bet that belly is so full of them.”
“It is,” she whined. “I’m so full of burps.”
“Let’s hear some more then.” He grabbed the bottom of her belly and gave it a gentle shake, letting his hands trail all over the surface.
“Oh, baby – URRRPPPPPPPPPPP.” The belch cut her off.
“That’s it, just like that.”
“Fuck,” she moaned. “BURRRRPPPPPPPPP. God, I can’t stop.” Melody brought the bottle back to her mouth and finished the last half of the bottle, finishing with a belly rumbling burp that lasted almost ten seconds. One of Sam’s hands wandered back between her legs, rubbing two fingers against her clit. She whimpered from the contact.
“You like that, baby? You want to cum for me?”
“Yes, fuck yes,” she cried.
Sam’s other hand left her belly with a final slap and brushed over her nipples. They hardened under his touch. He pinched one lightly, rubbing it between his fingers, letting all the nasty moans escape her mouth, along with a few rogue belches. As he worked her, he swallowed some air, burping into her ear over and over again.
“Look at how turned on you get for me,” he teased. “Such a good girl. I’m so happy you shared this with me. I’m going to tease you all the time.” Burp. “In the grocery store.” Burp. “At the bar.” Burp. “At the movies.” Burp. “I’m going to make you soak for me everywhere we go and there’s nothing you can do about it.” Burp. “You’ll be so embarrassed by me, so embarrassed that my belching turns you on so much, especially around other people. Maybe I’ll even burp in your mouth…against your pussy.” Melody cried against him. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You want me to belch in your pussy while I lick and suck your little cunt? I need you to cum all over my face like that. Cum all over me while I burp against your pussy. You’re so fucking hot with that belly. Jesus.”
Melody arched her back so close to the edge. “Cum for me, baby. Show me how fucking hot I make you.” As she came, Sam belched loudly into her mouth, sending her over the moon.
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thinking about having someone sit on my lap and stuff themself while wearing a short skirt…thinking about rubbing their belly with one hand and sliding the other one up their skirt to play with them as they eat and burp and squirm on my lap <3
been thinking a lot lately about threesomes in a stuffing context, particularly the concept of one person being fed and taken care of by two other people. person A leaning back against person B, who holds them and rubs their tummy while person C feeds them. B and C gently teasing A and talking to each other about them like they’re not there. “oh i think our baby needs to be burped” “they’re eating so well aren’t they” “their burps always get so big when they’re this full” etc etc. and A is just getting more and more stuffed and more and more turned on, but they know they have to finish eating before anyone will touch them properly
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