#kinkteasers

In kink-fic writing, some of my favorite parts to write beyond character interactions are when the big eater or predator needs to burp.  I think we can all agree that’s gold 7 days a week.  :P

But what makes something stand out is punctuation.  You don’t want a character to always react the exact same way, like ALWAYS pat his stomach after a hearty burp or to always sigh with relief after, because then it loses its punch.  Similarly, you don’t always want someone to just burp like nothing either.  You want the right kind of punctuation for the buildup and moment it happens too, not to mention variety.  Sooo, that’s what I’m here to share with y’all.  Some more good ol’ fashion ‘kinkteasers’ as I now call ‘em for stuffing.  I’ll do one for vore another time.

‘Kinkteasers’ - Trademark ™

Soda Chug:  The big eater in question cracks open a soda or beer, dealers choice, brings the can to his lips, dips his head back and chugs HEARTILY.  He’s taking in really big, ample, and AUDIBLE gulps as soda or beer flows down his gullet at once while his throat throbs with each gulp of his beverage consumed.  Then, after its contents in record time, his mouth is still full of soda / beer, he crushes the can in his fist and chucks it aside just as he gulps down that last mouthful of his beverage.  And after chugging so fast, he gasps heartily, takes in a single breath, and proceeds to let out a HUGE, beastly belch, one with a LOT of pressure behind it, since he just went a solid twenty seconds straight chugging soda or beer, which caused a lot of air and in the case of soda, carbonation to build up in their gut all at once.  And now that he can breathe again, all that air is rushing up all at once.  After it rumbles to an end, he huffs breathlessly, but feels another one coming up.  So he SMACKS his broad chest with his fist and lets out another burp, not as loud, but longer, deeper and more rumble-y.  After that ends, he finally sighs with relief, slouching back in his seat, giving his stomach a couple of hearty pats and muffling a smaller burp into his fist, before blowing the fetid air off to the side.

Competitive Edge:  The big eater in question is chowing down with a buddy, and their competitive streak gets the better of them.  So the two start an impromptu, unofficial eating contest, just to see who can pack away more for bragging rights.  At some point during the feeding frenzy, his friend lets out a pretty decent burp, one that catches them completely by surprise.  But the big eater just grins, subtly takes in a few gulps of air, lurches his head forward and expels a MUCH larger belch, one that’s considerably louder and more forceful.  When it ends, he smacks his lips and grins cheekily back at his buddy.

Getting Stuck:  The big eater could be in the middle of stuffing his craw or doing anything.  Whatever the case, he feels uncomfortable.  His stomach, for whatever reason, just feels heavy.  He tenderly strokes his belly with one hand, feeling it groan uncomfortably.  Maybe it’s got too much air in it.  So, he grunts, taking in a few gulps of air and, on command, lets out a hearty belch that leaves him huffing when it ends, but not relieved.  There’s still more in there.  His face sours, so he palms his flat stomach a few times to try and force up that pressure up.  He gets a few modest burps out, but they sound a bit choppy and don’t have the kind of heft needed to provide relief.  So, he takes in more and more air, feeling his stomach expand just a little bit from the influx of air being gulped down.  Then, his mouth opens and a rather lengthy but unsatisfying belch erupts from his mouth.  He groans both uncomfortably and with dissatisfaction.  Until his gut suddenly lurches. His eyes go wide as he feels it coming.  Then, he holds his belly firmly with one hand, throws his head back and finally lets a massive, deep and ESPECIALLY forceful...”BOOOOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRAAAAAAAAAARRRRP!!!!!!!” It has so much power behind it that the ground feels like it’s rumbling and carries on for a few seconds straight.  When it finally ends, he sighs loudly, looking utterly relieved as he FIRMLY pats his stomach a few times both to express his satisfaction AND as if to say “Finally, GOD...”

Making Room:  The big eater is stuffing his face and as a result, his belly is steadily growing more and more bloated the more he eats.  He’s eating at a rather ravenous rate, and as a result, he’s scarfing down a lot of food at once, which brings a lot of air down in the process.  The more he eats, the bigger his belly gets, filling up with more and more food and excess air.  When his gut begins to feel too heavy, his pace slows down a little bit.  After consuming yet another burger, he starts to unwrap his next burger, but groans for a moment.  He pauses and starts rubbing his aching belly with one hand from under his shirt, hiking his shirt up and exposing his bare, bloated stomach which he kneads his fingers into until he expels a hearty belch, one that isn’t super loud but is rather deep and guttural.  He grunts to himself, pats his gut contently, grins, and gets back to his burger.  Then the next one, and the next after that.  This goes on, all while his stomach expands more and more, steadily hiking his shirt up and beginning to constrict against his pants.  Midway into chowing through another burger, he pulls it away from his lips, complains that he’s starting to feel full.  Then a gurgle rumbles from his gullet and up his throat, until another deep burp rolls out of his mouth.  He grunts when it ends, dissatisfied as he shakes his head, feels another one coming.  Then, his gut lurches and he expels a HUGE burp, one that’s both loud and REALLY forceful, to where you’d swear you could feel the table vibrate in its wake.  He groans to himself when it ends, and says that’s better, and goes back to eating at a more lethargic but steady pace. 

Post-Meal:  The big eater has just finished stuffing his face.  The table is now cleared of any and all food, and the stupendously bloated big eater pulls his seat back, groaning as he rests both his hands atop his bulbous, sloshing ball of burbling flesh, thighs spread apart.  He moans about how utterly STUFFED he is, undoes his belt and zipper, allowing his gut to surge outward and get even BIGGER than it already was, to the point where it’s now spilled onto his thighs.  And in doing so, he’s disrupted the pressure festering in his belly, which causes a huge, throaty-HUUUUUUUURRRAAAAAAAARRRRRHP!!!!!! to erupt from his maw for a good few seconds straight.  When it ends, his eyes roll to the back of his head as he slumps back and moans with blissful relief, leaning back in a more relieved state on his chair.

Belly Play:  The big eater is stuffed beyond comprehension.  He’s laying down on bed shirtless with a proverbial boulder of a gut jutting out from the sheer volume of food he’s packed away, groaning miserably.  You rest your head against his mountainous belly, listening to it gurgle and burble away while your hands tenderly caress that warm, soft flesh.  Your head and your hands actually sink a little bit into that much more sloshy gut from just how much has been packed away and is now in the middle of digesting.  You continue caressing and rubbing your hands all over that gurgling gut, feeling it bubble and glorp in response to your treatment.  All he can do is moan drowsily yet pleasantly at the sensation; putty in your hands.  As you rub away, you relax his stomach muscles to make a few soft, low burps rumble out of his mouth.  He’s got more in there though, and with how overstuffed he is, you push your palm into the side of his gut, feeling a pressure pocket get dislodged in the form of a rather throaty and forceful belch, one you could feel actually vibrating in his stomach.  Teasingly, you slap his belly, making it jiggle intensely beneath your palm and dislodging another hard, throaty belch, one that rumbles out of his mouth in a notably rough fashion.  It leaves him groaning and hiccuping lazily.  So you grip that soft, currently doughy flesh in your hands and give his gut a good shaking, making the contents within slosh heartily before his cheeks puff out, his eyes go wide, and out expels a rather intense-”BWOOOOOOOORRRRRRUUUUUUUUUPH!!!!!”  He groans and hiccups again, but you know he’s got a big one stuck in there.  So, you sit up over him, grab his belly from either side, and SQUEEZE down into it, making him lurch and throw his head back until...”HOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUURRRRRRAAAAAAAHRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPHHHHH!!!!!!”  That monster of a belch rumbles out of him like the roar of a lion for several seconds straight before his body goes limp and he desperately catches his breath, making his bulbous belly rise and fall.  You just smile, pat his belly lightly a few times and plant a gentle kiss right above his bellybutton, before resuming your more tender treatment.