Could you do a scenario where character A ate way too much, and then their S/O has to calm down their tummy and keep them from puking?
This prompt has been sitting in my inbox foreverrrrr, wow. It was one of those ones I was almost too intimidated to touch because I liked it so much. But in the end I was able to pull through and create some real self-indulgent shit. ^^’ Enjoy!
CW: nausea and near-vomiting
The gurgles should’ve warned B that they were going too far. A’s stomach only ever made noise when it was on the verge of surrendering, right up against the limit of what it could hold.
A blew out a slow breath, patted their grumbling belly, and nodded.
B had been a bit doubtful when A had asked to be fed an entire cake. At the grocery store, they’d suggested a relatively small one—simple vanilla, frosted with a thin layer of icing—but A had shaken their head and cheerfully picked out a chocolate-covered monstrosity that could’ve easily fed a whole birthday party.
B had long ago learned that A’s stomach capacity was not something to be underestimated, but still. There was a big difference between eating four helpings of dinner and eating a solid block of sugar. Honestly, B was amazed that A had gotten this far before their stomach began to struggle.
“There’s not much left now.” B scraped up another spoonful and eased it between A’s lips. “You’re doing so good.”
A just groaned and burped as they swallowed. Their belly rumbled ominously.
B gave it a rub, trying to help it settle. A’s stomach felt almost solid with cake, and it was obviously aching badly, making A’s breathing shallow and painful. Just looking at them made B’s own breaths come short—but they were starting to get a little worried.
“You’re sure you want the rest of this, A?”
“Mmhmm. So—urp—so close.”
“Just tell me if you want to stop,” said B, but even as they said, they knew A wanted to finish. They could see the determination in their eyes. And dammit, B wanted to see them finish too, even though A’s stomach looked ready to burst.
So B dug the spoon back into the remnants of the cake. Slowly but steadily, another slice disappeared.
B paused as the belly under their hand began gurgling again. It was so big and bloated, bulging even at the sides, and A was letting out tiny strained belches with every swallow.
Still, they gasped, “Keep going. Want to finish.”
A’s next burp sounded ominously wet and heavy. They swallowed hard, hand braced against the top of their poor swollen tummy. “Urrrrgh…”
“A?” B set down the fork, frowning. “You don’t look so good.”
“Don’t—urrrlllp—don’t stop.”
“I don’t know if your stomach can take any more—”
“It can do it.” A took a careful breath, closed their eyes, and opened their mouth.
If B had had full presence of mind, they would’ve refused to give A any more. But B’s ability to think went flying out of the window at the sight of A sitting there, gorged to capacity, with their mouth open for more food like a baby bird.
They didn’t think about A’s wellbeing, much to their later shame. They didn’t think about the consequences of feeding a stomach that was obviously sick from too much food. Their monkey brain took control of their hand and guided the spoon back into the cake, and then up to that sweet demanding mouth.
A few more bites went down before suddenly, A’s belly lurched under B’s hand. They made a small choked sound and pressed a hand over their mouth.
“Oh god.” B kept a steadying hand on A’s stomach as they fought to keep everything down. “It’s all right, A. Just breathe through it. Let it settle.”
A whimpered. Their stomach made a sound of desperate overfullness—a low, strained rumble that ended in another stifled retch.
“Oh, your poor belly….” Part of B wondered if they should be trying run for a trash can, but they stayed put. “It’s okay. Try to relax. You can do it, A. You can hold this much, I know you can.”
A couple long, tense seconds passed. Then A let out a sudden painful-sounding but thankfully unproductive belch, before sinking back into the cushion with a shuddery sigh.
“That’s it. Well done.” Very very carefully, so as not to jostle A’s stomach, B shifted themselves onto the couch and put an arm around A. “How do you feel?”
“You poor thing! I should never have let you go that far.”
A glanced blearily from their uneasy belly to the remains of the cake and back. “Got so close….” they mumbled, and they sounded so miserable that it broke B’s heart.
B pressed a kiss to A’s cheek and said, “Oh, A! You should be proud of yourself. Your eyes were bigger than your stomach, but your stomach put up one hell of a fight.”
A’s defeated expression turned into a slight smile.
“Next you’ll get it for sure,” said B, and added privately, because next time I’m going to pick the cake.
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