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Lying down with your fave person after a meal and getting to listen to their full gut hard at work genuinely has to be one of the hottest things ever.

Hearing all its different noises as their last meal churns away underneath that warm layer of softness, an inch from your face. Thick, bassy rumbles that vibrate against your ear. Higher-pitched gurgly shoshes that swirl around their entire gut. Airy sounds of gas bubbles popping and releasing excess air into the chamber of their already taut and swollen tummy. All of them combining into a layer of your favourite background noise.

And what may be even hotter is just... experiencing so closely and so intimately how all these gurgles shift and intensify right before the person burps or farts. Feeling yourself get wet with anticipation as you hear a really loud, permeating burble that will turn into a hearty belch in the next second. Or trying to hide just how much you're awaiting the moment when that continuous low bubbling near their intestines transforms into a foul, explosive fart.

And she knows I want this. Deep down, even if I’m frightened or I’m struggling in her gentle yep firm grasp, she knows this has always been what I’ve wanted. To be tummy fat, peacefully gurgling away, plumping up a MILF middle…

“Shh, shhh…” she soothes, caressing my mostly naked body as she kisses me all over, getting a taste of what’s to come. “It’s alright. You’re being such a good girl for me… mmmm, such a good meal~”

I let out a little yelp of fear as she licks the side of my face from behind. And before long she’s gulping me down headfirst, each thick swallow reverberating off of the bedroom walls, my muffled moaning and pleading mixing with the sounds of her belly as I’m pulled deep inside her. I’m flailing my legs helplessly until she slurps them up like noodles, and makes that final swallow~

And then, just like that, I’m curled up inside her stomach, awaiting digestion. No longer my own person. Just live food that will melt into mush, and fade away into a soft belly bulge. But she never forgets for a moment that I AM a person.

“Ooh, honey ❤️… you make me feel soooo full… oh darling, thank you for this. You really know how to satisfy a woman~”

Back on the outside, my pred hums softly with a warm smile, patting my form and letting out a deep, unladylike BUUUOORRP as the walls hug me. She croons in response to my muffled voice, apologizing… but she’s not really sorry <3

I incoherently beg for… god, I’m not sure anymore. Because my sensations are overwhelmed with how squishy and wet and warm everything is in there… and it’s g-getting hard to think… clearly… am I getting… softer….?

Hours later, when I’m just a shapeless mass bulging off her middle, making her stomach whine and gurgle as it continues to work on me, she still has her hands on me. Rubbing, petting, moaning…

“YoooOURRRP!! … ah~ excuse me… You’re amazing 💕”

Between her praises, she belches up my soaked panties. They rest on the top of her belly as I continue to digest away. And, unbeknownst to her… they’re not just wet from the stomach juices~ <3

they hold the side of their stomach, blushing as they try to focus on the road. hoping no one that pulls up next to them peeps inside to see how much a of stuffed mess they are.

“so..full..” they whine, “nothing is agreeing with me… and of course t-this happens b-behind the wheel.. nggh..”

a gutteral rumble emits from their stomach. they gasp and furrow their brows at the sudden pressure and sound

their stomach churns harshly as everything starts shifting downward..

their swollen stomach sloshes with each bump of the road, and suddenly a low, deep churn echoed from their gut. sending their palm to their mouth to stifle a moan

“o-oh no… n-not now..” they whimper. cold sweat. the contents in their stomach now mixing harshly into slop mush.. now their belly is constantly growling and rumbling, making them squirm in the drivers seat.