🍋tummy soft and sweet like lemon meringue🍋

Were the words on everyone’s lips as the buxom boy strode through the halls of Hope’s Peak, his charming, demure personality contrasted heavily by his apparent growth of a pair of heavily sloshing, bra-straining breasts big enough to make Akane jealous. They were the size of soft, jiggly watermelons, looking almost comical on his small frame, straining his button-up top to the absolute limit, pockets of smooth skin pushing out from in between the almost translucent fabric, shifting and rippling audibly with each step he took. The marshmallowy mounds were made even more noticeable by Chihiro’s apparent, completely slim midsection. The squishy udders were so big, if Chihiro sat with a slouch, he would have to adjust himself just to peer over the mass of his own soft, flesh.

The apparent blossoming had done little for Chihiro’s confidence, apparently—the bodacious boy being more silent than ever during lectures, the only noises audible from him being quiet, muffled gurgling, occasionally accompanied by a conciliatory pat to his soft, heaving rack that bounced it like a ball of desk-smothering pudding.

While many were intrigued by the “development,” it took days for even the most brazen students to finally approach the mousey boy about it. Cornering him just before lunch was Hiyoko: eager both to get to the bottom (or more accurately the breasts) of the situation, as well as get in a few derisive jabs she’d worked up for the boy (in no small part inspired by some jealousy that somehow this boy had grown a pair of stupid huge boobs bigger and faster than she had). Meanwhile, Makoto, similarly curious (and not the least bit… impossibly ravenous after laying eyes upon what must have been the biggest, juiciest pair of breasts he had ever seen when the smothering sweater puppies got themselves wedged into a doorway a day ago) sat quietly around the corner, eager to overhear.

“So what’s the deal shorty? Some weird online supplement?! I bet you’ll be having a crazy reaction before you know it! They load those things up with plenty of additives to keep you hooked!” Hiyoko jeered, prodding Chihiro’s exposed, squishy boobfat.

“N-noOOUURRP! No! I-it’s—HIC—I u-um,” Chihiro squirmed at Hiyoko’s digs and her touch, attempting to back away, his face flushed, knees unsteady, and his tits sloshing and jiggling audibly from his jerky movements, pillowy flesh threatening to completely burst his top.

“Ugh! That’s what kills me too, those stupid boobs of yours are just so damn loud, it’s bad enough you have to tote those soft, swaying beach balls around, could you at least make it so it doesn’t sound like a washing machine every time you walk anywhere?!” Hiyoko refused to give Chihiro space, instead advancing forward and jabbing another accusatory poke into his pale, poorly constrained, wobbling mounds, watching them rock and sway like overfilled waterballoons.

“I-I’m so—HIC—sorry! I can’t—BWAAAUUOOORRRP—control the—HIC—noises b-becauUUUOOOORRP—“ Chihiro stammered, continuing to hiccup and belch nervously in reply, his back now pressed flat against the wall, and the offending bosom in question occasionally slapping against his face like a massive sloshing pillow as Hiyoko continued to poke at it.

Makoto grimaced from his spot around the corner, was learning the truth behind Chihiro’s growth really worth this? The fat breasted boy was maybe the least well equipped to handle someone like Hiyoko, maybe it was about time Makoto round the corner and rescue the poor boy…

GWWWWWRRRRRMNNNNNNNGGGGGLLLRRRR

Is what Makoto had been thinking, until he heard a distinct, muffled, gastric growl.

Hiyoko continued on, seemingly undeterred by the shuddering gurgle of the boobs she so loathed, or even the fact she was still being pelted with hot steamy burps by their owner, “What’s the matter tubby? Hungry ‘cause mean old Hiyoko’s making you miss out on lunch? I’d say a new diet is what’s gotten you these damn fat tits, but you’re flat as a board down here! God, this is all so annoying!” The fuming shortstack moved to slap a hand against Chihiro’s trim midsection.

“I—HIC—u-um—AAUUUOOORRP—w-wai—HIC—wai—BWEEEUUURRP—wait—HIC—please!” Chihiro could only uselessly protest through non-stop hiccups and burps that jolted his wobbly boobfat as he grimaced, preparing for the impact

SMACK!

GWWWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRLLLLSSSSH!

TING-TING-TING!

Makoto heard a guttural, wet, and heavy sound like whole gallons of thick liquid rushing outwards, followed by a series of loud piercing pops, what must have been every single button on Chihiro’s top flying off, alongside his bottom button as well.

GLLRRRRSH! SLLLLRRSSSH! GWWWRRRSSSH!

The same thick, heaving liquid seemed to be steadying itself, accompanied by a series of sloshing that seemed to sway and bounce rhythmically, suggesting something big, heavy, soupy, and full… not at all like how a pair of breasts would sound.

“WHAT?!” Was all Hiyoko managed to get out at the apparent sight of whatever was around the corner, a genuine shock Makoto had never heard out of the girl before.

“I’m—HIC—sorry, I—HIC—tried to—HIC—warn yoOOOOUUUUUUUUUUURRRRREEEERRRRP!”

Chihiro’s cute, genuine sounding apology was undercut by a deep, bassy, mammoth belch that shook the small hall and almost seemed to make the air hotter all around them.

“W-wha—“ Being blasted by a wave of humid belly fumes had apparently done little to cure Hiyoko’s pure confusion, but before she could continue…

HOMPH! GWWLLLLRRRK! GWWWWLLLRRRK! GWWWUUUULLLP!

What Makoto certainly recognized as feverish, wet gulps rang out, echoing through the secluded hallway. Turning the corner, Makoto was just in time to watch Hiyoko’s feet vanish down Chihiro’s drooling lips with a wet SSHLLLLUUUUUURRRRP! The rounded bulge sliding down Chihiro’s throat, past a pair of what must have squishy, palmable B-cup boobs (a far cry from the J-cups everyone had thought he was sporting) before vanishing into a massive, soft, round, hot-tub sized belly! A few rounded bulges barely visible as the tubby shortstack slipped inside with a heavy, wobbling SLOOOUUURRSSSH that rocked Chihiro’s belly like a waterbed, the girl apparently buried under layers of soft boyfat. Chihiro huffed, gingerly patting the hardly noticeable bulge of Hiyoko’s face while licking his lips, as if to thank her for the meal.

Chihiro hardly even registered Makoto, his drooling mouth agape as he panted, his eyes glazed over and half lidded, and his hands obsessively kneading the rippling, squishy waterbed of pale boyfat that now flooded the hallway. The moment of silence gave Makoto an opportunity to see where all the confusion had come from: in addition to Chihiro’s completely busted out of shirt surrounding his huge, fat gut, was also a completely demolished corset.

GWWWWWRRRRRBBBBLRRRLRLLRBRBRLRLR!

Another muffled, deep wet rumble trembled the smooth surface of Chihiro’s massive belly like gelatin, the boy’s face clenching in discomfort for a moment before his cheeks bulges, and his lips split apart, pelting Makoto with,

BWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRP!

A thick steamy belch that seemed to roll on for minutes, covering the hallway in humid smog, Makoto flinching from the torrent of drool he was pelted with as it sputtered to a stop, Chihiro’s plump tits and soft belly completely soaked by the end of it, and the latter, noticeably smooth and bulge free—Hiyoko was already digested.

The burp seemed to pull Chihiro from his Hiyoko-devouring-induced stupor, the boy’s eyes focusing on Makoto as he panted some before choking out an anxious reply, his hands squishing his soft, pliable mound of tummy as if to calm him, “U-um—HIC—I’m r-really—URP—sorry Makoto! Sh-she just—HIC—stopped me r-right before l-lunch! I d-didn’t—HAAUURRP—mean to! It a-all started wh—HIC—when Himiko m-made me eat these r-reserve—OOUUUURRRP—course—HIC—students…”

Recalling the memory, Chihiro couldn’t help but run his tongue over his drooling lips and rub large circles over his groaning, pale, hall flooding mound of squishy tummyfat, as if to try to feel where the apparently delectable reserve course girls had contributed to his huge, hungry belly.

Chihiro’s eyes snapped to attention again, “B-but she told me—HIC—that we can—BUAAARRRP—bring them all b—HIC—back, so long as it hasn’t—UUUOOORRRP—been a week!”

Chihiro had thought it had been a pretty smart way to hide at first - hoisting up his new excess of tummy fat under his shirt, and have it be disguised as a set of (frankly ludicrous) breasts!

Sadly, there was nothing he could have done about the noise it still makes... or how he seemed to grow a pair of knockers overnight-

"O-okay, okay, let's just settle down, alright?" Makoto was doing his best to process what he had just witnessed - it was a lot for a simple boy like him to take in.

Well, rescuing Hiyoko seemed totally pointless - did Chihiro always have such a monstrously efficient belly? - so forget about her. She had it coming with her usual attitude, the pear-shaped brat-

"Come on, we should get you back to your room... before anyone sees."

"Sniff... y-yes, you're right... Oooohhuuuurrp-!"

Scooping up that much molten tummy was a big ask for Chihiro's small arms, but he did the best he could to keep it from scraping against the floor as he walked. Makoto followed beside him, wondering if he should offer to help carry that giant... soft looking... thing...

"I-I'm not a bad person for doing this, am I Makoto..? If they're all going to come back, like Himiko said, then there's no harm-!"

The luckster had a flashback to all the odd things Himiko claimed her "magic" could do, and how many times it got her into trouble, or did absolutely nothing-

"Uhh... noooo, I think you're fine. Can't help it if you're hungry... but were you THAT hungry??"

And surely a lardball like Hiyoko did the trick, right?

One highly edible Esper, first come first serve!

Oh man, they're doing a special on nerdy girls today? This is too good of a chance to pass up, for some people...

Like a tomboy with her green jacket bulging, tummy wobbling, mouth drooling like she'd just spied a beef bowl-

In the face of such gluttony, what else can one do?

Lifted up off the ground by the strength of her predator's jaws, Sumireko kicks and flails her legs as much as she can, clings to any pudgy surface she can reach for leverage until her arms are pinned to her sides and slurped down with the rest of her...

But she's helpless. She knows it, Chie knows it, and everyone else knows it too. The moment her head and shoulders vanished into the tomboy's jaws, she was the same as the beef bowl that vanished past them moments prior.

Chest, belly, hips... All of it vanishes into the gluttonous hole of Chie's throat. Now? The only thing left is a pair of legs, kicking weakly in the air, one shoe slipping off from the motion and falling to the side...

With her mouth pointed to the sky, Chie makes sure to finish the ordeal in grand fashion with one epic swallow-

GRLLLLMMPH~!!!

-That forced her lardy gut to spill straight out from underneath her jacket, bouncing forcefully with the human esper that plunged into it-! Even through the impressive amount of blubber, there were clear signs of what was inside...

Which is exactly how Chie likes it~

"HooooooOOOUUURRRP whee, you were a lively one~! Damn, I needed that more than I thought I did... lucky for me, you decided to sit right where I could nab you~"

One heavy smack to the side of her own belly would send Sumi tumbling about, ping-ponging back and forth like a metronome, ruining any chance she had at getting her bearings-

Down...

Down...

SPLOSSSH~ GHRHRRRGLLL...

The esper falls into the hot, bubbling cauldron of Chie's stomach with a splash, joining the half-digested beef bowl that preceded her in the pool of digestive fluid at the base of the tomboy's gut...

Of course, she squirms, as best she can given the sudden jostling––it's a prey's responsibility to make their presence known at a time like this, after all. From the outside? All that will be visible is the muffled "protests" of a particularly squirmy meal, and the bumps on Chie's stomach appearing and disappearing as the meal in question thrashes~

"OOWWUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPP~!!!"

The dragons "roar" echoed up and down the empty streets of Inaba, rattling loose windows. Anyone smart would hear that sound and immediately lock their doors... it usually means another person has gone missing around town-

"Puah-! Man, I haven't had a meal this good since I choked down Ohtani~"

Grinning ear to ear, Chie took up the seat that Sumi had been politely minding her own business in a moment ago, with her bulging gut propped up on the table. Basically halving the already limited space on the other side~

"Well? How'd you like our hospitality here in the countryside? Something tells me you don't mind it ending like this, just a hunch of mine... I can usually tell what my food is thinking~"

It’s unfortunate for the rest of the Thieves, though, that Futaba’s curiosity seems to be concentrated mostly around… gastric limits, as of late. Today’s experiment: a simple acid base reaction! Or at least, that’s what Futaba called it—the chubby NEET’s throat bulging as she effortlessly chugged down a two-liter of water infused with baking soda, followed shortly thereafter by another two-liter, this one of apple cider vinegar.

There was a dull clattering as Futaba tossed the empty bottles aside and eagerly lifted up her graphic tee to expose her pale tum—the pillowy and body pillow sized ball of fat was slicked with sweat and now visibly and audibly bubbling with activity. While Haru and Ann were completely absorbed in their conversation, Makoto alone was able to notice what the mischievous, tubby NEET had been up to, “You know one of the products of that reaction is carbon dioxide right? That was a lot of both reagents too—enough for more carbonation than you’d find in a days worth of soda—even for you. You’re going to be lucky if you can even talk for the next day or two between all the—“

The was a colic, bubbling growl as Futaba’s tummy seemed to visibly grow. “Yep, that’s the idea!”

Aww. Too bad that Makoto spotted her at all. She wanted to make the whole room jump with the first explosion coming up in about... 20 seconds. Futaba's heart pumped a little faster at feeling the sheer force building up in the depths of her belly.

"...You wanna shake it for me? Get the biggest boom out of it~?"

"Nnnnno thank you. It's going to be big enough as is."

Sighing softly, Makoto didn't even try to warn Ann and Haru about what was about to happen - they'd find out soon enough! Instead, Makoto centered herself and gently popped her fingers into her ears to protect them, wincing away from the blast zone-

Then Futaba's gut jolted violently, and the bombs started to drop.

BHHHWWWWWWWWWWUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAARRRRLLLLLLLLP!!!

UUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRP!!

I’m loving all the chubby Vincent I’ve been seeing on my TL so ofc I had to draw some too

I love the idea of Alastor’s love language being food 🥰 Him feeding Vincent cuz he enjoys it so much! So easy to please! And thus, Vox gets rounder and softer and so fun to squish and squeeze! Alastor can’t get enough, there so much to nibble!

domestic cuties aaaaaaa 😭😭🥰🥰 Vox is so soft perfect for nap time, cuddles and hugs

He just wants TO EAT THAT TV MAN ALIVE

I love drawing bodies too much \^q^/

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WELL FOLKS IT LOOKS LIKE DANNY THE DESTROYER IS GONNA HAVE TO BE BENCHED FOR THE REST OF THE GAME!!  CAN’T REALLY PLAY WHEN YOU’RE THAT WEIGHED DOWN, CAN YA?!

Zane was dreading it. He had a meeting with Coach about his bulking program. He was supposed to put on an additional 20 pounds but was having a hard time getting there. It seemed like no matter how much he ate, his body just burned it off. Not that he was complaining. His body had really solid muscle, which he enjoyed flexing from time to time. Despite only being 26, he felt like he had worked just as hard as the men in their 40s doing triathlons.

For whatever reason, though, he was told he needed more. The agreement, though, was if he didn’t do it within a couple months, Coach was going to step in. Now here he was, outside of Coach’s home, not sure what he was prepared for. He knocked on the door.

After a couple seconds, Coach answered. He was an imposing man. At least 6’ 5”, 300 pounds of absolute muscle, salt and pepper beard, and a look that could make a lion run the other way. He glared down at Zane, and all Zane could do was give a weak smile.

“In. Now.” Coach stepped aside, and Zane walked in, though he wondered if he could make a break for it. Coach closed the door behind. “I was really hoping it wasn’t going to come to this, but you didn’t do what was asked.”

“Coach, I know, but –”

“Stop. I don’t want to hear it. You know how important it is for you to be at your best performance, and this makes me wonder if I can trust you to get the job done. Can I?” Coach was walking towards the back of his house but stopped and turned back at Zane.

“Y-yes, of course! I don’t want to let you down!” Zane said, feeling the need to salute but stopping himself before his arm had a chance to act.

“We’ll see. Follow me,” Coach said as he turned and walked again. He went through a door, which Zane followed in behind him. Zane’s jaw almost hit the floor. Inside was more food than he could have imagined seeing outside of a buffet. The dining room they were in had a long, wooden table, with a dozen chairs seated around. It was loaded up with what felt like everything under the sun: steak, burgers, fries, tacos, burritos, pancakes, pizza, dinner rolls, cheese plates, sausages, and more that he couldn’t see.

“Coach…what is all this?” Zane asked, confused.

“This,” Coach said, nodding towards the table, “is your dinner tonight. I told you to come hungry. You better have.” Coach looked at him. Zane stared back, expecting this to be a joke. There was absolutely no way he could eat even a tenth of what was on the table.

“H-how much of…this?” Zane asked, crossing his fingers in his mind.

“I know you know the answer,” Coach said. He grabbed Zane by the shoulders and guided him to the head of the table. “The sooner you get started, the sooner you can be done.”

“Sir, I’m not a quitter, but –”

“Excuses?”

“NO, not at all! It’s just –”

“Then you’ll get it done. And don’t worry, I’m here to make sure.”

Zane opened his mouth to try to talk reason but it had started. Coach grabbed the first burger off the table and shoved it into Zane’s mouth. In his shock, Zane practically swallowed it whole, his brain not able to process what had happened. This, it looked like, was Coach’s strategy. He picked up the pace. He forced Zane to sit down and then practically shoveled as much food as he could into Zane’s mouth. Despite Zane’s initial protests when he first walked in the room, he didn’t fight back. In fact, he was more in a state of shock.

“Keep it up, kiddo. We’re just getting started,” Coach said, continuing to force the food down Zane’s throat. Zane’s stomach was starting to balloon out, inflating out. Zane sat low enough that it had room below the table to grow, and grow it did. Zane grabbed it with his hands, feeling the pressure push back as he swallowed more and more food. His mind was swirling. One part of him was wanting to make it stop; to tell Coach he had enough. The other side of him, though, always wanted to smash a challenge, and this was something he had never done before. This part of him was adamant they had to see it through, and it was quieting the concerned side of him pretty easily.

The table started to tilt up. Nathan’s belly was growing so rapidly and largely, it was already taking up all the space it could. Coach was prepared, though. He briefly stopped feeding Zane to pick up the table and shift it on its hindquarters onto the floor, making sure not to let any food slide. He looked at Zane and saw the furry orb of Zane’s stomach, eclipsing a yoga ball, bulging in various areas from the different foods within.

“This will get you to your goal weight, that’s for sure,” Coach said, patting the belly as he went back to feeding Zane. They continued for a while, the mound of food on the table getting smaller and smaller until…

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP

A loud roar burst from Zane’s mouth, his stomach deflating ever so slightly at the large air pocket escaping. Zane looked practically unrecognizable. His bulging muscles were still prominent, but they were practically hidden by the gargantuan gut occupying his space. Coach clapped him on the shoulder.

“Atta boy. Way to show your commitment,” Coach said. “Still, there’s one more thing…”

“What – BURP – is that?” Zane asked. He was rubbing his stomach, not totally processing what he had just gone through. Coach had left the room, returning a couple moments later with…a guy? Who was this? The guy was tied up, hands bound behind him and his mouth covered. He looked a couple years younger than Zane, though he wasn’t anyone he recognized.

“This,” Coach said, marching the guy forward, “is someone who messed with the wrong house. Caught him breaking in. Went straight for my safe but didn’t realize I was home setting up for you.” Zane looked at the guy. His eyes were wide, staring at Zane, at Coach, and at the belly sitting where the table was earlier. “You’re going to help me deal with him.”

“How? I don’t think I can get up right now,” Zane said, his stomach letting out a loud gurgle in agreement, or at least Zane thought it was.

“Simple. This trash is your dessert,” Coach said, marching the guy forward. At this, the guy started panicking, totally confused on what was going on.

“Wait…what?” Zane asked. He, too, wanted to know what was happening.

“Open,” Coach said, and Zane obliged. Coach threw the guy onto the top of the belly found, lined him up with Zane’s mouth, and started sending him down, feet first. Zane’s instincts kicked in and started to swallow, feeling the guy march his was down his throat. The guy started flailing, wanting to escape but Coach held him first at the shoulders and Zane’s throat had a grip on his legs. Coach pushed him further, watching as this intruder continued to disappear more and more. At the same time, Zane’s gut swelled more, helping Coach navigate the guy down, gravity getting a better hold on him. Finally, with just his head left, Coach gave a firm push and the intruder was gone. Zane gave a hearty swallow, and Coach watch the large lump travel down and disappear into the cavernous belly. Zane’s belly gave on more hearty bloat and settled, now full to capacity.

“And that, Zane, is how you bulk up,” Coach said, patting Zane’s belly and admiring his work. Zane gave another long BUUUUUUUUUUUUURP, feeling the intruder struggle within him but only sealing his fate more as he was submerged under everything inside.

“That program is no joke,” Zane said, attempting a laugh.

“I save it for special occasions. I’m glad it wasn’t wasted on you. Now rest up. This thing has a long night ahead of it,” Coach said, rubbing the belly boulder.

The restaurant was dimly lit with that warm, reddish glow that made everything feel a little more intimate. Alex sat slumped back in the booth, one hand resting on his massively swollen belly. His light pink t-shirt was stretched tight across the huge, round dome of his stomach, the fabric pulled so taut you could see the faint outline of his belly button.

He had come in starving and ordered way too much — two full entrées, extra sides, dessert, and multiple refills of soda. Now he was paying the price. His gut gurgled loudly, already working hard on the massive meal.

“Ugh… fuck,” Alex muttered, rubbing slow circles over the top of his stuffed belly. “Shouldn’t have eaten all that.”

That’s when the waiter came back to check on him.

The guy was cute — early twenties, slim build, nice smile, and wearing the standard restaurant uniform that hugged his body just right. He leaned over the table with a polite smile. “Everything okay? Can I get you anything el—?”

Alex didn’t even think. He was too full, too horny, and too impulsive.

In one swift motion, he grabbed the waiter by the front of his shirt and yanked him forward, shoving the smaller man’s head straight into his already stretched mouth. The waiter’s surprised yelp was immediately muffled as Alex’s jaws opened impossibly wide.

GLUUURK.

The first swallow was messy and desperate. The waiter’s head and shoulders bulged out Alex’s throat as he gulped hard, eyes half-lidded in overstuffed pleasure. His already enormous belly swelled outward even more as the waiter’s upper body slid inside.

“Mmmph—?!” The waiter’s muffled struggles vibrated pleasantly through Alex’s chest.

Alex kept swallowing, one hand gripping the back of the waiter’s head while the other rubbed his rapidly expanding gut. GLUCK… GLRRK… SCHLORP. The poor guy’s torso disappeared quickly, followed by his waist and hips. His kicking legs hung outside Alex’s mouth for only a few seconds before a final, wet GLLLUUUURK pulled them down.

Alex collapsed back against the booth, both hands cradling the gigantic, lopsided belly now resting heavily on his lap. The waiter was curled up tight inside, adding to the already massive meal, making Alex’s stomach look almost comically huge.

“Fuuuuck…” Alex groaned, breathing heavily. “You tasted pretty good… but I’m so fucking full.”

For the first few minutes, it felt amazing. His gut gurgled and churned loudly around both the huge dinner and the squirming waiter. He could feel the guy pushing and kicking, which only made him harder under the table.

But then the indigestion hit.

Hard.

A sharp, painful cramp suddenly ripped through his belly. Alex winced and let out a deep, uncomfortable burp.

“Urrrp— oh shit…”

His stomach was way past capacity. The combination of all that heavy food plus an entire person was too much. Loud, angry gurgles echoed from his gut as it struggled to process everything. Alex’s face twisted in discomfort. He rubbed his belly more firmly, trying to settle it, but the waiter’s frantic squirming only made the indigestion worse.

Another huge belch escaped him — BUUUUURRP — this one wetter and tasting strongly of the meal he’d just finished.

“God damn it… settle down in there,” Alex hissed, pressing both hands into the tight, bloated orb. “You’re making it worse, dude.”

His stomach let out a long, ominous groooaaaan, visibly churning. Alex leaned forward slightly, face flushed, looking genuinely regretful for the first time.

“I shouldn’t have eaten all that pasta… and then you…” he muttered, patting the side of his massively overstuffed belly. “Now I’ve got the worst fucking stomachache.”

He sat there for the next twenty minutes, occasionally burping and groaning, slowly rubbing his tight, gurgling gut while the waiter continued to move around inside. The indigestion refused to let up, leaving Alex stuck in the booth, too full to even stand up properly.

*BBBHHOOOUURRP* Oh.. my god- *BBFFPPPRRRT* I'm such a mess, I'm so sorry! Mmfff, but these tacos were so good! T.T It was so nice of you to pay for six of them for me ... *BUUUHHRP* Ah.. I'm sorry for being such a disgusting gasbag in public, you must be really ashamed to sit with me .. I just.. All of the cheese and beans are really doing a number on my guts, whatever space isn't being filled with taco mush, is being occupied by more and more gas each second.. God, i feel like im going to explode *GGGGRRLLGGGG* fuck ... I'm so g- *GHHHOOURP* -gross , I'm going to be a bloated cow for days.. this is so embarrassing

..What? You want to take me to another taco place? *BBFFFARRBBPT* Hmm.. Come to think of it, if you can help me massage my gut and release a bit more gas, i definitely could go for seconds.. You know any taco places that give discounts for future moms? I - *BBFFFPPBBLLBT* could probably pass for one .. If they ignore all of the bubbling