Burps n Bellies

Devin manages to suppress a sigh, but barely. She pushes herself up off the couch, and Joey watches as she walks across the living room toward the open kitchen.

Sometimes it’s hard not to admire how much Devin has grown since she was just her little baby (though she still is, of course). Devin is now legally allowed to drink, not that it’s made much of a difference considering she and Joey have shared drinks since Devin was in her mid-teens. It’s still surreal, though. It feels like one minute, Joey’s frantically texting her sister, asking what would happen should she accidentally drop her infant or trip and fall down the stairs with her or stumble and throw her off a (non-existent) balcony. The next minute, that infant is now half a foot taller than her and a lot more sturdy than she used to be.

Sturdy feels right. Devin’s waist is still on the smaller side, at least compared to Joey, but both have them have filled out over the years. All of Joey’s fat seems to go to her lower belly, ass, and thighs. But Devin’s filled out everywhere. Her arms, her thighs, her small pouch of a tummy. It’s all softened with time.

Including Devin’s ass and tits. Which is a normal thing for a mother to notice, she assumes. How could she not? She’s raised a gorgeous daughter, and it’s only natural for her eyes to roam from time to time.

“Mom.”

Joey startles at Devin’s voice, and she looks up to find Devin standing over her.

“Why were you looking at me like that?” Devin asks. Her voice is laced with mild irritation, but there’s something else there too.

“No reason. I was just thinking about how pretty you are.” She plays with one of Devin’s long curls as she takes a seat beside her, dutifully opening the coke for her and placing it in front of her on the coffee table.

“Thank you, baby,” Joey says. Devin doesn’t fully respond, just turns away and mumbles halfheartedly.

Baby always seems to fluster her. Cute.

“You’re shooo kyuuute, Dev.” Joey smooshes Devin’s cheeks in her hands, giggling at Devin’s indignant look.

“Can we just watch the show already?”

Joey moves her hands away from Devin’s face as though it’s painstaking. “Oh, fine.”

As the two of them settle back into the couch, Joey grabs her drink and the remote, then presses play.

It’s a show she found online, about a mother and daughter who aren’t unlike she and Devin. A bright, youthful mother with her responsible-if-moody daughter, close enough to be almost sisterly – but both harboring their own share of secrets. Joey glances at Devin out of the corner of her eye as she sips her drink, and does so every so often as they continue watching.

Devin’s dark ringlets of hair extend a few inches past her shoulders, and Joey barely resists the urge to start playing with her hair again. The TV is casting a blueish hue on Devin’s dark skin. Unlike Joey, whose attention is clearly split, Devin’s full attention is on the screen, and Joey watches the small changes in Devin’s expression. Whether Devin admits it or not, she’s more engaged in the show than either of them expected her to be.

Just as Joey brings the can of soda to her lips again, Devin speaks up.

“Mom, I can feel you looking at me.” Whoops.

Joey takes a few gulps, then pulls the drink away, refreshed.

Am I now allowed to look at my beautiful daughter? is what Joey intends to say, but the gas racing up her chest beats her to it.

A deep belch launches out of her and directly into Devin’s face, taking them both by surprise. There’s a beat of silence as they process the moment, and then Joey bursts into a fit of giggles.

“Mom…” Devin says it in the way that she often does, like it’s a complaint. But Joey knows that her cheeks are warm without having to touch them. It’s the way that she looks away, the way she squirms in her seat. It makes her apparent aggravation a little hard to believe.

“I’m sorry, bab-” Her words are cut off by another burp, just as forceful as the last but quite short. A loud bark.

Devin groans again, then says, “It smells like soda.”

Joey laughs a tinkling laugh. “I wonder why.”

“That and the sausages you had for dinner,” Devin adds.

Joey’s stomach emits a strained growl at the mention of food. They both look down at her belly before Joey asks, in her small ultra-sweet voice, “Sweetie, can you get me some chips? Or something?”

“We only have spicy ones, I think.”

“That’ll do!”

“You’re horrible with spice.” Devin says it like an accusation, and she’s not wrong.

“Then… some milk too, please?” Joey looks up at Devin through batting eyelashes.

Devin huffs, but she stands without a word to retrieve Joey’s goodies.

When she returns, Joey rewinds the show a bit, since they had gotten distracted, then presses play.

As they make their way through the rest of the episode and partway into the next, Joey shovels spicy chips down her throat, following each handful with a hearty gulp of milk – or coke when she can stand it. She tries not to bother Devin with her eating noises, but they’re barely noticeable between the low, growl-like burps that crawl their way out of her every so often anyway.

Instead of the typical exclamation of Mom that Joey’s come to expect from Devin, she’s instead completely quiet and stone still, eyes glued to the screen or at least in the direction of it. Odd.

Joey can tell another burp is making its way up, so Joey leans into Devin’s ear – to her daughter’s surprise – and lets it out.

It’s… a grosser burp than anticipated. It starts strained and airy, and it gets louder as it stretches on for a few seconds. When it ends, it ends in a wet-sounding croak. Joey almost always finds her own gas funny, but even she wrinkles her nose a bit.

“Excuse me,” she offers, like that fixes something.

Devin is somehow more tense than before, and she springs up out of her seat before Joey can say anything else. “Igottagotothhebathroom,” Devin mutters, then speeds off. Joey can hazard a guess as to why.

Joey pauses the show and waits for Devin’s return, scrolling through her phone as her stomach begins to gurgle. Though she could certainly fit more food, she’s not hungry anymore, and yet that’s not stopping her tummy from acting up.

It’s only once Devin returns that Joey puts a hand on her stomach and realizes, “The milk is hitting me.” Her stomach’s beginning to feel tumultuous, liquid and trapped air battling it out inside of her. When a hiccup-burp escapes her, it’s involuntary, and it doesn’t do much to alleviate the bloating.

“I’ll get you a Lactaid.” Devin plucks a pill bottle from one of the kitchen cabinets and brings a couple of the pills back to Joey, which she promptly takes.

“Thank you, Dev.”

Devin takes her seat beside Joey before resuming the show, and as they progress through another episode, Joey inches closer and closer to Devin, till she’s damn near in her lap. It wasn’t intentional, but Joey can’t help but crave closeness, most especially when she’s hurting or uncomfortable. Even though she knows Devin needs more space than her clinginess will usually allow.

Eventually, Joey decides to fully sit in Devin’s lap, rather than be half-on half-off. Her daughter doesn’t verbally protest, so she takes that as permission to lean back against her and soak up her warmth now that it’s evening and a bit chillier.

By the time they begin the last episode of the season, it’s clear that Joey had taken the Lactaid too late for it to be effective. She’s so full of gas, and it needs to come out. Now.

Joey leans forward slightly and pushes a hot bubbly fart into Devin’s lap. She feels Devin actually jump a bit beneath her, clearly not expecting that. Or this.

The next fart that comes out stretches on for 4, 5, 6 seconds; Joey loses count as the gas rolls out of her, but she’s impressed either way. A bit less so once the smell hits her, though.

Poor Devin, she thinks. Devin’s getting the brunt of her rotten egg farts, and she’ll probably have another wave of gas to deal with once Joey gets up and releases whatever is still trapped beneath her ass.

Joey almost turns around to apologize, but she notices something odd first.

There’s something poking her butt.

Devin doesn’t say anything, but, much like her dick, Joey can tell that Devin has stiffened. Her breath is shaky. Her fists are clenched at her sides.

Joey has really put her daughter in a predicament, hasn’t she?

Instead of acknowledging it and risking further embarrassment for Devin, Joey just leans back against her and hopes Devin doesn’t catch a glimpse of her smile. Devin’s just so cute when she’s struggling.

And maybe part of her wants to make things a little harder for Devin. She’s not perfect, after all.

The two of them spend time finishing the last episode, Joey letting farts and burps out as they come, knowing that while she’s getting relief, her daughter’s getting something out of it too. No need to ask what that something is.