#burst teasing

(made with help from @cursedburner & @syliasbakery)

💥 We love to talk about characters feeling like they’re about to burst. Is there ever any actual danger of your character’s belly bursting? What’s the closest they get?

🧚 In terms of belly kink, what's a magical, supernatural, or sci-fi situation you'd like to put your character in? Why would this particular situation be fun with them? (This may overlap with the following category)

😨 In terms of belly kink, what's a frightening situation you'd like to put your character in? Something that might seem fitting in a horror movie? (This may overlap with the previous category)

🤒 What's the worst thing that's ever been wrong with your character's belly? Was it something that resulted from their own actions, or was it entirely out of their control?

🫥 What's the most embarrassing belly moment your character has had? Is this a regular occurrence, or something that just happened once?

🥛 What would be the worst possible thing to fill your character to their limit with? Why? What would the aftermath look like?

😿 Has your character ever gone all out on their belly-expanding activities with the intention of having a good time, only to wind up absolutely miserable afterwards, either from physical discomfort or negative emotions?

🙅 Is there any scenario where your character would continue to eat past their comfortable limit when they didn't want to? What would drive them to do so? Coercion, compulsion, pride, a promised reward, even some sort of curse?

🫄 Imagine your character’s belly at its absolute most distended. What is the shape like? The feel of it? Is anything interesting happening? (Spasms, noises, change in bellybutton shape, etc)

🪨 What's the most likely scenario that would leave your character's belly the most impossibly, unbearably, verge-of-bursting swollen it can be? Is this a common occurrence?

😈 If you could put your character through a scenario specifically to wreak havoc on their belly--not necessarily a situation they'd get into themself, but a situation that you, as some sort of self-indulgent torturous entity, are inflicting upon them--what would you do to them?

🤢 Has your character ever overeaten (or inflated, or whatever) to the extent that they made themself sick? How bad was it? Would they do it again?

now at the same time as this, someone is eating. maybe it just starts off as mild hunger. they eat a couple snacks, but are left wanting more. they eat a whole bag of chips. it feels like they ate nothing at all. they grab leftovers from their fridge and start eating.

every bite just brings nothing but further hunger. by now they've eaten more than enough to be full, and yet they still feel nothing. they start eating random things they find in the pantry. nothing. their stomach just growls louder.

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meanwhile the first person is already totally full. by now they're starting to panic. what's happening to them? did they eat something weird? is this some kind of allergic reaction? the feeling of fullness only gets worse and worse, until slowing and stopping suddenly. is it over?

the only reason it slowed was because the other person started ordering delivery. a whole feast's worth of food. they order as much filling, greasy, decadent food as possible. ANYTHING for even a slight amount of satisfaction. normally they would never spend this much on food, let alone eat such unhealthy items in the first place, but they are much too hungry to care.

almost the second the food arrives, they start tearing into it. pizzas, burgers, fried chicken, soda, you name it. aggressively trying to gorge themselves on as much as possible, just for even some slight relief to their hunger. but there's nothing. so they keep eating.

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when the first person started getting fuller again they winced. their stomach gurgled loudly, and it began to fill even faster than before. their belly bloats with fresh, warm, greasy food. their stomach stretches and groans. this time, they don't get a break. it just gets worse. they've never felt this full in their life, and it's only going to keep going.

if they had a shirt on, it's certainly stopped fitting by now. more food. the other person chugs an entire bottle of soda, and they can't help but squirm from the carbonation and rapid fullness. their belly is so full that they feel like it might just burst at the seams. the other has easily eaten enough food to feed a whole party, and yet they just feel HUNGER. both who have the curse are completely clueless as to if or when this will stop. both just getting more and more desperate.

Marilyn's pudgy middle sat a bit more comfortably within her jeans and cropped sweater than usual, but she wasn't much happier for it. Going out for a Friday night on an empty stomach was an awful idea in hindsight, she had thought it a nice way to unwind from the long day of uni work but the single rum and coke she had stomached was sitting uneasily in her, hitting her harder without any carbs to soak into. The lights felt hot, her head felt woozy and, worst of all, her friends were loud. She'd been long disengaged in their howling conversation across the table as she was focusing on the whining pit in her gut.

Willow, who sat next to her and helped absorb some of the noise, quietly prompted "Y'know, if you're not feeling it I'll walk you to the train station, you seem kind of ill…". "I'm fine." Marilyn sharply lied, without making eye contact. Willow knew her well enough to see she was just kind of going along with it without wanting to make fuss, even if she was rude about it. "Alright, Alright," Willow quickly gave in "if you're gonna be stubborn you may as well eat something, I'll get some-" Marilyn had loaded up a snarky, dismissive response to her doting when, suddenly-

"Hiya doll." Dell cooed from above the table, the giant waitress somehow managing to waltz over unnoticed. Marilyn snapped to attention at a moments notice, Willow chuckling at her change of tune. Mer' was ready to snap at her again, before Dell pacified her once more with "The kitchen accidentally made up some extra food, thought ya'll might wanna share some of it". Impressively gracefully, Dell placed down a large plate with a massive pulled pork sandwich, a pile of fries smothered in cheese and a small handful of onion rings, all alongside a tray of beers to be slid across the table to their friends who were too drunk to notice. "Careful, its hot~" Dell laughed as she turned to leave, Marilyn moving her gaze from her serving hands to Dell's back, noting the tight leather pants that wrapped around her sweet-

"God, you couldn't say a word to that girl, huh? You've got it baaad…" Willow tittered as her mom-friendish nature turned from coddling to embarrassing. Marilyn didn't retaliate, the food in front of her took her attention, still seeing the imprint of Dell's face in the steam. Willow had blinked around when her friend swooped up the sandwich and craned open her jaw, it had been just after that she saw the dripping sandwich crammed halfway into Marilyn's face. She roughly chewed the bites quickly, caring not about the impending indigestion as each swallow sent hot meat, zesty sauce and the occasional pickle barreling, half-processed down her gullet. She paused after a heavy swallow to catch her breath, using the hand that wasn't completely covered in the deliciously tangy sauce to adjust her pants. She was only halfway down the thing, but all the errantly swallowed air was bloating her up more than she noticed. Willow watched in unnerved awe, begging Mer' to slow down as she attacked the last third. The swallowed air couldn't work its way up and out due to the constant avalanche of food, it continuing to sit and build as she ate. Willow swore she could see her belly swelling past her waistband in real time, a stray drop of sauce landing on the upper half of the growing stomach.

The last few heavy bites were slower but still an astounding pace, before she knew it she was licking her fingers clean as the last scraps of bread and pickle dropped onto the plate. "Wow, I knew you could eat but not that fast." Willow continued to tease, Marilyn was only able to respond with a tiny burp that consisted of all the trapped air she was able to get out. As she settled she began to feel heat in her mouth, heat that had been there for a while but was drowned out by the sheer taste of the sandwich. Marilyn wanted to dismiss it as a spot of acid reflux from her comfortably full belly signalling a stopping point, but it stirred further. She slipped an onion ring and some fries in her mouth hoping it'd pass until Willow mumbled in a worried tone "Mer', are you turning pink…?"

That's when she saw the damn thing, the half bitten habanero that was intended as a coy garnish for the house-style Diablo Sandwich, it was stirring in her guts alongside the fiery ghost pepper sauce that was suddenly hitting a lot harder, not to mention the pile of pickled jalapenos she swallowed practically whole. "Oh, God." she whispered on a shaky breath, "You could've fucking told me it was the fucking ghost pepper one!", Willow snapped back "I thought you would've seen! Hell even if i tried to stop you I'd've had a fuckin' finger off. With all the crap you eat I was assuming you knew what you were getting into". Marilyn was terrible with spice, and while the thick cheesy sauce that the handful of fries delivered into her mouth eased it slightly, it couldn't quench the fire in her belly that was working its way up to her mouth.

"Fuckin' Hell!" she coughed as she leaned forward, clutching her bloated, burning gut in one hand and using the other to whiteknuckle the table. Had she been much bigger, the sight of her cradling her swollen tummy between labored breaths may have evoked a pregnant woman going through contractions. As if to reinforce the image, Willow's anger pivoted to concern as she put an arm around Mer' going "Christ- okay, deep breaths. Try not to puke, I'll get some water". She would've, but as if to say "Fuck that." Marilyn swiped one of the many unattended beers left by Dell to wash it down, the ones who bought then didn't seem to mind as they were laughing to themselves in a fashion that didn't make Mer' feel any better. She didn't like beer, but the icy cold beverage quenched the fire on her mouth as she took a deep swig, not relishing the maltiness it left on her burning tongue. She mustered another small belch within the respite, the trapped air still stirring in her belly alongside that hot food, but the heat returned the moment it left her lips. Without a second thought, Mer' chugged it in about one and a half seconds.

Willow was horrified, with all the spice overtaking her sentences Mer' couldn't notice how swollen she was getting. Her upper belly ballooned the most as unsettled food and carbonated liquid sat heavily, the lower belly pushing out under it as her sides began groan trying to digest the whole mess. "Pace yourself for God's sakes" from Willow also went unnoticed as she rose another glass up, pumping its contents down with steady gulps that covered and soothed the tongue if only for that second. Ominous gurgles followed as if the walls of her belly were buckling against that kind of pressure, its shape distending even further as if she really was pregnant, second trimester for sure. The sweater rode further up, her pants dug a little deeper, her navel even seemed to be pulled tauter as the second pint slid down with only minor struggle. The bubbles sent down into her tummy wriggled and swelled inside her, contributing to the buildup of hot air that expanded within.

This time she breathed a little before trying to send another beer down into the ballooning gut, another woefully small burp that relieved little pressure had returned the burning to her mouth as if it was fire on her breath. She now felt aware of the growing pressure inside of her, looking down at her absolutely ballooned tummy that would've eclipsed her feet were she standing up. A tense hand rubbed up on her gut in hopes of relieving some further air to no avail, the bubbling and the burning making her breathe heavy and stir uncomfortably in her seat. Willow had resigned herself to keeping a safe distance while watching closely in case she choked or something, wincing as a shaking hand reached for the third and final glass to force into that straining, groaning beachball of a belly in hopes of quenching the inferno within.

In ran down her throat slowly, great effort taken to balance out cooling her mouth while not pushing her stomach past its hard limit. It strained and struggled, each swallow echoed by a groan, each bubbly gulp stretching her out just a little more. Her belly pushed out onto her lap now, rounded and pushing out her entire stomach like a bowling ball sitting there. While it was starting to hit her lower tummy it still all sat pretty high with most of the roundedness sat above the belly button. It was as if the fire and air inside her was pushing itself up making her a human hot air balloon. Trying to tip the rest down into that burning bubbling gut she clutched her swelling sides even harder, the fire and the pressure now causing equal pain. Her pinky lingered in the taut crease of her groin that separated her belly and thigh, feeling the harshness of the angle as a monstrous bellyache began to catch up with her.

The last drops of that third drink managed to pacify her, it was handy that it did too she was absolutely maxed out. Whether it was actually the cool liquid snuffing out the flame or just the drunkenness numbing the faded burn didn't really matter, another strained, slight pop of trapped air came up from her throat in a small hiccup. God was she full. Willow didn't know whether to laugh or run for cover, it almost looked like it shook beneath her hands as each breath she took caused a small groan from the organs fighting for space. She leaned back in the booth letting the basketball-sized swelling inside her attempt and fail to settle. She grit her teeth in pain as a stray caressing finger caught itself on a now shallow navel, she needed to get outta here. This wasn't the place.

Willow politely left as she figured out how to get this ballooning mess home, admittedly happily in a kind of amusement. She attempted to waddle the lightly tipsy but completely destroyed Marilyn outside, trying to support her heavy back-end and distended blimp of a stomach on her unsteady legs was like juggling. Her pants cut deep into her aching gut as the room spun, trying not to sway forwards too much fearing that her unsteady center of mass would send the button of her jeans flying. Shifting from leg to leg in the waddle she could feel the still hot contents of her belly slosh, she worried the burning would bubble up again and swell inside her with too sharp a jostle. But she was almost there, Willow keeping her steady and trying to support her without poking that unstable belly too hard. She contemplated how she was gonna get her back, pushing bloated Marilyn through the crowded nightlife of the town would be like pushing an overinflated balloon through a tight cave full of sharp rocks. Marilyn grimaced as her distended belly touched the cold glass door before she did, Willow pushing it open and get her outside. "God, I can't believe youre into this" Willow exasperatedly sighed. Luckily her half of the job was done, Marilyn's favorite had just got off her shift and was getting in her car. Marilyn's eyes widened half as big as her stomach, Dell was gonna drive her home.

After their usual flirty/mean looks and a labored "Hi." Dell opened with "Listen, I thought you'd enjoy it but didn't imagine you eating the whole thing about a minute and then chugging three beers." as she fired up the car. "Ugh, whatever." Marilyn moaned in reply, terrified at the prospect of a speed bump on the way home. "I'm sorry baby, I shouldn't've tempted you. You really gotta line your stomach with something if you're gonna go get trashed though… I get its your kink n' everything but y'know. Take it easy." Dell said with softness Marilyn wasn't good at taking too, but something about her full belly made her feel more forgiving than usual. Perhaps food-induced lethargy, but she couldn't ignore that now she was somewhere private she really was enjoying the tight, absolutely pushed-to-the-limit feeling. "Mm." Marilyn finally agreed, which prompted a smirk from her butchy "friend" with benefits. "Well, I have to admit you did well," Dell pivoted "look at that tummy. S'like a drum. Had I walked you home they might've assumed I knocked you up", Marilyn stirred somewhat aroused as Dell giggled.

"Well done~" Dell chuckled, reaching over the stick shift to deliver a firm slap that transitioned into a heavy-handed yet smooth rub to the ballooned belly in the passenger seat. Marilyn let out a moan that was excited yet afraid, the sudden pressure she thought would do her in. However, rather than pain in the swirling, reacting concoction of food, liquid and air inside her there was an… odd feeling. One she couldn't place until it erupted out of her. A long, drawling burp that didn't completely relieve her of the pressure inside her but God was it so satisfying it bordered on erotic, letting out a little whimper as it ended. Dell laughed deep in her throat, Marilyn told him to shut up with a smile as she shamelessly rubbed her slightly loosened paunch hoping she may push another out. Dell looked over at the woman beside her, that beautiful belly sitting in her lap above her groin, bloated up enough that it was pleasurably taught yet wrapped in a later of softness. "Y'know," Dell started.

Full and ripe. Begging for attention. Producing juices of its own. Mixing with the juices that got you so full to begin with. Practically squirting out of you. Even with you opening wide to accept me, you're still full.

warnings for instances of parasites, medical nonsense, forced inflation, things that aren't food, general peril, etc

🦋 A serious case of butterflies in the tummy--a literal case, in fact, and they're multiplying, and they'll continue to do so until your character finally gets past whatever is making them feel this way.

⚡️ A jolt of electricity that surges through your character, the heat and energy expanding their belly from inside like a marshmallow in a microwave until they're able to break contact.

✨ A bit of stardust your character accidentally ingests during space exploration or perhaps an alien encounter, which begins to slowly grow into a star inside their stomach.

⛈️ A storm cloud that gets magically forced into your character's stomach before it can let loose, now rumbling and swelling with rain until it's able to escape and release all the water building up inside it.

👙 A tight swimsuit that squeezes the borders of your character's torso in such a way that no gas bubbles can escape, so when they eat some boardwalk food that disagrees with them, there's no relief for their bubbling, swelling belly.

☎️ A hotline where people can call in things to be forced into your character's belly. If it goes viral, they could be in trouble.

🚦 An experimental automated machine that's supposed to keep your character hydrated when they're running dry, until the sensors get mixed up and it starts pumping them full of water nonstop.

🏥 A flow of oxygen left unattended without anybody realizing that the pressure is too high, slowly blowing up your character who is helpless to shut it off.

⏰ A clock that's magically linked to your character's belly, each tick puffing it up just a tiny bit, perhaps with a set time they're meant to explode. By the time they realize what's happening, it's going to be a mad dash to figure out where the clock is and stop it.

🔵 A mega-Orbee that endlessly sucks the moisture out of your character's body. They have to keep drinking water to fight the constant dehydration, not realizing the ball is swelling up inside them until it's far too big to spit up, and even then, they have to keep themself hydrated while they try to seek help.

🦅 A giant eagle that grabs your character and flies off with them, reaching such high altitudes at such a high speed that your character begins to bloat severely like a deep-sea fish being pulled to the surface.

🔥 A summer day so hot it makes all the liquid inside your character's belly turn into steam, bloating them up to dangerous levels as the volume inside them increases drastically.

🫀 A parasitic heart which latches onto your character's mouth and pumps its blood into their belly beat by beat. What is the end goal? I don't know. Maybe it's supposed to explode them so it can get more blood? This is literally not my problem

🏔️ A cursed drink so hot it steams and boils inside your character like lava, threatening to burst from their sharply bulging belly like a volcano.

🍇 A magical seeded grape that takes root inside your character's stomach and begins filling their guts with growing vines.