Master Kohga was beloved among his underlings. But there were members within the Yiga Clan who adored their master not just for his strength but for his looks as well. Many referred to him as utterly dreamy. And those who did tended to be referring to Kohga's most prominent feature.

His big poochy tummy.

The way it swayed with his every bold movement or jiggled beneath the tight red restraints of all Yiga Clan uniforms would make anyones knees weak.

It was certainly the case for a clan member named Haru whose mind wandered when he heard his master call out to him. And with how groggy Kohga sounded when he called for his minion Haru was quick to deduce his master sounded very overstuffed. He could only imagine how bloated that wonderful belly was going to be when he reached his masters chambers.

"Y-You wished to see me Master Ko-"

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHRRRP!!!!!

The young Yiga Clansmans stammering was interrupted by a raucous burp that bellowed from just behind those doors. slowly Haru opened the heavy door and what he saw caused him to blush so brightly that not even his Yiga mask could hide his blush.

Master Kohga was sprawled on his bed groaning with a pile of banana peels just at the foot of his bed. The end result of which left Kohga so bloated that he looked as if he had a mini boulder hidden beneath that skin tight red suit of his. Kohga lazily and pointlessly tried to settle his giant tummy by rubbing as much of it as he could reach but his belly was so massive he could barely reach any of it.

The master lazily looked past his giant girth and saw his minion at the doorway still as a statue and felt his eyes beneath his mask peering at that enormous belly of his.

"Unnngh...are you gonna gawk all day or are you gonna do your job...? Urf..." Master Kohga groggily called out to Haru then huffed breathlessly.

Haru quickly made his way to his masters side and heard that huge stomach churning harder and noisier than the brewing pots in one of their elixir chambers. His face only grew redder and redder when Kohga brought a fist to his masked mouth and gave a huge closed-mouth burp that actually pushed his mask out slightly and rumbled even louder than his giant belly did. Then Kohga gave another deep closed mouth burp after that and a lower one right after.

It was all music to Haru's ears.

"...Wh-What would you like me to do master?"

A thick groan emanated from Kohga's belly as soon as he heard the question to Kohga's obvious inquiry. The utterly bloated ninja master rolled his eyes beneath his Yiga eye mask and slapped his hand down over the side of his chunky belly as hard as he could. It sloshed immensely beneath his palm and caused his prominent girth to ripple heavily, similar to a like-like.

The slap also caused a huge gas bubble to work its way up Kohga's throat in time for his response.

Rrr-RUUUUUUUUUUUUBBBB!!!!!!

As if Master Kohga couldn't be any hotter for Haru watching him slap his fat belly as hard as he could and burp out his demand nearly made Haru faint on the spot.

But if he did someone else would take his job and he wasn't going to let anyone else have the pleasure. So the young ninja hopped onto Kohga's bed and sat before that giant tummy and very quickly started rubbing it. Both Haru and Master Kohga shuddered at the exact same time his lean fingers began to run across that huge mound of spandex-clad blubber. Kohga's tummy was so fat that Haru's hands actually sank a little into his blubber when he rubbed. And there was so much belly to rub that Haru had to practically lean against the belly as though he were hugging a big beanbag chair.

Kohga groaned pleasurably and rolled his head back with a pleased sigh. He let his arms drop to his sides while the young Yiga Clansmen rubbed all over his vast belly with eager attentiveness. The heavy ninja master curled his toes in his boots when he felt Haru's fingers really clutch at his belly fat and knead into it like a baker would a giant mountain of dough.

"Unnnnnf...no one rubs this thing better than you I swear..." Master Kohga praised through his euphoric bliss and punctuated his praise by patting the side of his belly heartily making it wobble with each pat he gave.

"It is my honor master," Haru said with a respectful bow of his head that did absolutely nothing to mask his clear arousal which only made Kohga snicker drunkenly and made his giant tummy jiggle with his amused chortles.

Haru leaned himself right up against Kohga's huge plushy stomach and sank into the thick fat across Kohga's stomach. He almost shuddered at the realization of sinking slightly into his masters wonderful belly. His face was concealed by his mask same as Kohga but his body language said it all. Haru was in heaven.

The skinny little ninja rigorously rubbed the giant belly of the big fat ninja master. If kohga's eyes were visible they'd be rolling to the back of his head. In fact the way he panted made it almost look like his tongue would be hanging out of his mouth if not concealed by his mask. That's how good Haru's rubs were getting the way his palms were groping every inch of that wonderfully huge ball of fat hanging from his torso.

Haru reached over and kneaded his hand into the lower center of Kohga's fatty tummy. It was so thick and blubbery that his hand sank even deeper into Kohga's belly fat than any other part of his stomach. But it was also where Haru could feel Master Kohga's rather deep belly button. And because he was all too eager to indulge he pushed his fingers into Kohga's navel making them sink into Kogha's belly fat and belly button at the same time.

Master Kohga moaned heavily from having his navel fondled by his underling. The way Haru was kneading into the center of his tummy was growing more rigorous. Haru really pushed into that thick layer of fat which made that giant churning tummy gurgle even louder than ever.

Though Haru may have been kneading into Kohga's navel too hard because he pushed down enough that a huge gas bubble wormed its way up Kohga's chest. A thick burbling erupted from his throat and rose higher and higher until the fat ninjas cheeks puffed out underneath his Yiga Master mask. Then he threw his head back and released the loudest burp Haru had ever heard. One which blared all throughout Kohga's quarters and made his fat tummy ripple for several seconds.

HHHHHHHRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHRRRRRPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Master Kohga sighed heavily in relief. "Gaaaaahhh...that felt good," he moaned and gave his immensely fat belly a few hearty slaps which made it ripple and slosh like it was full of jelly. He looked over his massive tummy and saw Haru leaning there stunned still. Kohga snickered which made his tummy jiggle some more. He could practically see the steam radiating from the Yiga footsoldiers masked face.

To rile his minion up even further Kohga grabbed the sides of his gelatinous tummy and jiggled it around right before Haru's eyes.

"Boy listen to this thing. All those bananas really do a number on me don't they," Master Kohga teased.

The sight of his fat master shaking his huge blubbery tummy around nearly gave Haru a heart attack. He couldn't help shove his hands right into that giant paunch eager to feel more of that fat in his hands and even more eager to hear Kohga burp again.

His efforts were swiftly rewarded by Kohga releasing an explosive burp which reeked of the sweet stench of digested bananas. Kohga's belly rippled like it was a waterbed both from the release and from the sudden shove Haru's hands gave his middle.

"You're incredible Master Kohga..." Haru said fondly while he reached up and eagerly slapped the side of Kohga's belly which made it wobble with each hearty slap he gave.

The slaps also dislodged another enormous throaty burp from the bloated ninja master as well. It was followed by another harsh burp right after that.

BBBBAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHPPP!!!!!!

HUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRHHHPPP!!!!!

It was like all of Haru's fetish-fueled fantasies had come to life all at once. His beloved Master Kohga was sprawled and overstuffed on his bed even fatter than Haru had ever imagined seeing him. And the surplus of bananas that Kohga gorged on made his tummy so incredibly gassy and noisy that Haru was squeezing and slapping out one incredibly powerful burp after another.

Haru couldn't describe the way Kohga's tummy felt in his hands. The thick doughiness he felt when he let his hands sink into Kohga's belly fat. Or the way it rippled in his hand each time Kohga allowed him to slap it so heartily. He would fondle and play with Kohga's belly all night long if the master would allow it.

But Master Kohga for his part simply snickered and kicked back so Haru could keep kneading into his tummy. He was so fat that the rougher treatment of his tummy didn't bring any discomfort. In fact he found he quite enjoyed the feeling of his tummy rippling and quivering with each smack Haru gave it and the tender and firm kneading he gave. Though it was exhausting for the fat ninja to be burping so much. Haru's every press and slap successfully dislodged one tonsil quivering burp after another.

So in order to satiate his thirsty little minion Master Kohga sat up as best as that massive ball of fat weighing him down would allow him. Then Kohga wrapped his burly arms around Haru and hugged him as hard as he could right against his big blubbery belly. Haru's body sank into the masters tummy fat which also made a rush of gas that was still brewing in his stomach force its way up Kohga's throat.

This time instead of throwing his head back Master Kohga burped as loud and as long as he could right in Haru's face.

BBBRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRROOOOOOOOOOORRRRRHHHHHRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Even with his mask covering his face and Haru's mask covering his own face the sheer force of that burp blasted over Haru to nearly blow his mask clean off. Kohga's banana breath wafted over Haru as he sat there against Kohga's belly utterly stunned. It wasn't the most pleasant way to enjoy the aroma of bananas but it was still somehow intoxicating for Haru. Though that might have had something to do with the source.

Master Kohga sighed over Haru and smacked his lips beneath his mask. "Ahhhh much better," he said teasingly and gave his tummy a light smack which unintentionally made the bloated ninja master give a deep closed-mouth burp that he blew to the side.

"...M-Master...c-could you...?"

One didn't need to be able to see Kohga's face to sense him rolling his eyes at how shamelessly thirsty some of his underlings could get. "Fine but my throat's starting to hurt so ease up after this okay?"

His arms tightened around Haru. Kohga squeezed his minion against his bulbous belly once more which made the overweight clan leader let rip another big closed-mouth burp that Haru could hear very plainly rumbling in Kohga's spandex-clad cheeks. Then an even bigger one followed that Kohga almost let out altogether.

HHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRLMHP!!!!

MMMMRRRRRRRLLMMMHHHPP!!!!!!!!!

Kohga grunted then instead of blowing the gas away blew it all over Haru's mask-clad face.

"Ungh. There. Happy?"

All Haru could do was nod absentmindedly.

Kohga grinned and released Haru from his grip. "Good!" He said and lazily flopped backwards which caused his immensely stuffed tummy to slosh around from the heavy thud of his back hitting his mattress. "You can keep rubbing then. Keep it up and I'll try'n give you a few more burps for your troubles. Sound fair?"

Haru had already been rubbing for who knows how long. And yet he was already right back to firmly massaging that ample tummy with the same eagerness as a child about to go to a toy store. "Master you are truly the most generous and wonderful leader our clan has ever known..."

Master Kohga snickered some more at the easy praise which made his tummy jiggle again. "Tell me something I don't know."

I don't take fic requests unless I specifically ask for 'em, but far as scenarios go, I can imagine the Prefect alone with Jade, who's squirming uncomfortably on the couch with his S/O. He'd have a look of discomfort on his face while his stomach groans noisier than he'd care to admit. The Prefect would look over and see Jade's usually concave middle pushing out rather noticeably against his dress shirt.

Jade would be covering his stomach as best he can, insisting that he just ate a little too much, then bring a fist up to his mouth to stifle an incoming burp that stains his pale cheeks red with mild embarrassment. The Prefect would respond by unbuttoning Jade's shirt, exposing his pale, visibly bloated belly, and revealing that Jade ate a LITTLE more than "too much." It wouldn't be full on balloon belly like Floyd or most NR students. But it would be visibly pooching out and looking uncomfortably tight.

Naturally, he'd try to insist he's fine, but then his stomach would groan again and Jade would bring a fist up to his lips, turn his head and burp heavily into his mouth, puffing out his cheeks as the gas rumbled very audibly inside. He'd blow the gas aside and blush again, excusing himself.

So, the Prefect would help by putting their hands on Jade's belly. And before the twin Leech can protest, the Prefect would begin to gingerly stroke his stomach and get the normally measured man to groan to himself. In that moment, Jade would huff breathlessly and sort of begin to melt on his side of the couch while the Prefect's hand gingerly runs up the rounded crest of Jade's stomach, and all the way down to his softer underbelly. They would let their fingers delicately slide up his warm flesh, almost fluttering against his pale skin, especially around Jade's bellybutton. Then, they would knead into that taut surface, undoing what knots they can feel forming in his stomach muscles.

This action would ease some of the tension in Jade's overstuffed stomach, and result in another pressure pocket audibly bubbling its way up his throat. Yet again, Jade would turn his head and muffle the burp deeply within his mouth. Only, afterwards, the Prefect would apply more pressure to Jade's belly and tell him not to hold back; that he'll feel much better if he lets it out.

The added pressure against his stomach would cause a big pocket to work its way up. And despite Jade's natural inclination to be well-mannered, he'd take the Prefect's advice. Dipping his head back, Jade's jaws would part open and he'd let out the biggest, deepest belch the Prefect had ever heard him utter...

"BRRRUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUURRRRRRCH!!!!!!!!!!"

It would be this hefty, LOUD eruption, one that burbled from the very depths of Jade's stomach and came roaring out for several seconds straight. The eructation would leave Jade gasping breathlessly when it ended, but with it, would come another huge, throaty belch, followed by another one, and another after that.

All that pent up pressure in Jade's belly would come roaring out in a series of throat-rattling burps, one after the other, leaving Jade breathless and even drooling a little from how hard and sometimes painful they were.

At the end, Jade would slump back in his seat, panting and gasping while his distended stomach rises and falls with his labored breathing. He'd be blushing, not used to letting loose like that around anyone, not even Floyd. But his blush would be nowhere near as intense as the Prefect's, who'd lean in close and ask if Jade feels any better.

Been meaning to draw this decadent lad for a while ever since my pal, @twistedtummies2, first introduced me to the series.  Aaaaaand, let’s just say, inspiration struck when trying to think of a quickie I could make for him.  ;)

I’ve been busy with writing the interactive fic, patreon pieces as well as some of my remaining commissions.  And it’s been a good hot minute since I’ve written anything for my OC’s, so I thought I’d write a really short quickie featuring my kinky fire-n-ice duo, Aidan and Isole.  :P

I got inspired to write a funny short after @squidbiscuit made this cute two parter with Raihan oogling at Piers’ tummy with his phone. X3

Raihan loved getting lunch with Piers.  Sure he had an appetite but when it came to being out in public he always felt the need to maintain civility.  Piers had no problems like that because the rockstar had absolutely no shame whatsoever, not even in public settings.  He could eat until he was absolutely filled to the brim and his shirt couldn’t even fully conceal his stomach and it still wouldn’t stop him.  

And Raihan couldn’t get enough of the sight either in seeing Piers normally skinny stomach get bigger the more they ate at Piers’ favorite restaurant.  How someone so skinny could eat so much so fast, Raihan had no clue.  But by god was he thanking somebody above for the fact that such a person happened to be his boyfriend.

Lunch ended and Piers concluded his meal the same way he always did; by burping as loud as humanly possible and patting his belly for such a satisfying meal.  

“Bloody ‘ell, I’m stuffed,” Piers groaned and rubbed his stomach.

He’d eaten so much that his stomach was fully rounded and simultaneously pushing his tight rockers shirt up while also pushing the front of his pants down on account of his stomach being so bloated.  It bubbled heavily from the sizable meal Piers had just eaten and left the rocker gently stroking it from across the table with no regard for being out in public.

Raihan melted at the sight of his boyfriends burgeoning belly.

Piers rose from his seat and yawned intensely which made his bloated stomach stick out for everyone to see, Raihan especially.

“Yaaaaaawwwhm, could use a nap after all that, yeh?” Piers lazily mumbled mid yawn.

But he was distracted by a barrage of clicks and flashes that seemed to come out of nowhere.  Were the paparazzi at it again?  No because when Piers turned to his side he saw Raihan crouched down hunched low on his knees with his cellphone in his hands flashing snapshot after snapshot of Piers’ belly.  Raihan was so entranced that Piers could see bloody hearts fluttering over the smitten young dragon trainers head.

Piers furrowed his brow and tried in vein to tug his shirt down over his stomach with annoyance.  It bubbled in protest.  “Would you stop takin’ pictures every soddin’ time I overeat a bit...?  Ya know I bloat easy, shouldn’t be worth a pic at this point, mate...”

Raihan continued snapping shots but pulled his phone close to his chest and visibly swooned like he was over cloud nine.  “But it’s so cute on you though...!”  Raihan insisted and then immediately went back to snapping more photos.  He got even closer to Piers’ belly and snapped a whole album of shots from every angle he could get.

This was going to be a long walk home.

The two carried on with Raihan bugging the living daylights out of Piers who was cradling his belly while it digested such a massive meal.  In the middle of walking, Piers’ belly gurgled so loudly that it made the rockstar stop and wince.  Raihan was still in the middle of squeezing as many pictures as he could out of his boyfriend when he heard Piers stomach bubbling loudly.

“Wow your stomach sure is noisy today huh,” Raihan admitted.

“Ngh, give it a sec, Rai,” Piers insisted as his stomach groaned deeply.

Piers wrapped his arms around his belly and lurched forward like he was about to puke.  Instead he burped so loudly that Raihan almost dropped his phone in shock.  But that phone stayed steady in Raihan’s hands and even snapped a shot of Piers mid-belch.  And because Raihan was curious he looked at the photo and saw a bit of drool was shown flying out of Piers’ open mouth from how hard that burp was.  It almost look like a sloppy roar.

“Now there’s a shot!” Raihan joked while Piers just gasped like he was out of breath.  “Hey do that again!  Ya look so majestic!” Raihan joked.

But Piers totally didn’t even need to be prompted because in the middle of trying to catch his breath, he dropped both hands down onto his belly and released another giant burp.  Raihan was able to get a few shots of due to the gas rumbling out of Piers for a few seconds straight.

“You’re so photogenic, I love it!” Raihan hummed happily.

Piers sighed and patted his belly.  “And yer way too soddin’ thirsty, mate.  Ya know that, yeh?”

Raihan smiled with a little blush on his dark-skinned cheeks.  “Well, considering who my boyfriend is, can you blame me?”

“Yes,” Piers replied bluntly.  But despite that he wrapped an arm around Raihan while they walked and tugged him close, forcing his hand against his exposed bulging belly.  The action made Raihan yelp and blush furiously.  “But yer thirsty means belly rubs, which I could use right about now, so thirst away, mate.”

“P-P-Piers, we’re n-not even at your place yet!” Raihan insisted with a nervous smile as he shifted around to make sure no one was looking.

“Best not ferget t’snap a fuckton’uh pics then, yeh?”

To some degree, Raihan was pretty sure he deserved that bit of public shaming.

Didn’t stop him from tentatively rubbing Piers’ belly while they walked home anyway.

Recently, I saw a post being re-blogged that got me thinking about my favorite stuffing scenarios.  One thing I absolutely adore that I think doesn’t get enough focus on from enough kink-fic writers is the way a big eater / feedee reacts to being stuffed to the brim.  And there are a whole slew of different degrees of fullness for that too.  And because it’s been a minute since my last one of these, I thought, “why not?”

So, here’s a bit of post-stuffing dialogue for various degrees of fullness designed to fluster, trigger, and all that beautiful baked-bean footage.  :P

Realistic Bloat Post-Stuffing

The Big Eater’s belly is noticeably bloated; gut protruding out and pushing from beneath their shirt, but it’s a reasonable bloat.  Maybe their pants are unbuttoned and their belt unbuckled, but otherwise, their shirt is still just barely concealing their distended stomach:

“BRUUUAAAARRRRP!!!  Phew!  Man, now THAT was a meal!”  (grins and pats his belly heartily with satisfaction)

“Oh man, I’m STUFFED...” (leans back and tenderly rubs his belly)

(rests both hands atop his stomach) “Ahhhh, that hit the spot...”

(unbuttons belt and slouches back, sighing happily as their gut pushes out a bit more)

(scratches the back of his head sheepishly) “H-heh, guess I was hungrier than I thought...”

(rubs his belly with both hands and smacks his chops) “Mmmm, so good...”

(scratches his bloated sides idly) “So, what’s for dessert?”

“Pfft, you kiddin’?!”  (gives his belly a couple of resounding slaps) “This bad boy ain’t even CLOSE to full yet!”

(grins cheekily and arches his back while pulling his shirt up to rub his bare, taut belly slowly with one hand) “Heh, admirin’ your work...?”

Hefty Bloat Post-Stuffing

The Big Eater’s belly is pushing out by almost two or so feet, making it appear as if they swallowed a basketball.  Their belly is deeply bloated, hiking up their shirt, unzipping their pants, and burbling quite audibly.  This is around the part where they start to flag and are really feeling it, but CAN still be goaded into continuing:

(massages his really full belly with both hands) “Oh man, I seriously can’t eat another bite...”

“Urf...so full...” (slowly running both his hands up and down his bulging belly)

“Mph, hey, I ain’t finished!  I just gottaaaaAaAaaUUUUUURRRP!-mph, (thumps his chest and works up a smaller burp) j-just gotta catch my breath is all...”

“Ungh, dude, I dunno...I’m...whew...man, I’m full...” (one arm dangles from his side while the other slowly rubs his aching belly all over)

“BWWUUUUUURRROOOOORRRUUUUUUHHP!!!!!!  Urrrgh...”

“Ohhhhh, man, I feel like I’m gonna burst...” (slaps one hand atop his ample belly, groaning miserably)

(arches his back to make his bulging belly jut out some more)  “Nngh, would’ja rub my tummy...? (gives puppy-dog eyes) Pleeeeeaaaase...?”

“Urgh, mph, I dunno, man...if I’m gonna eat more, I might need a lil help...” (slaps his round belly contently)

“Orf, mph, okay, I...” (brings a fist to his mouth to hold a burp back, looking green) “...if I eat anymore, I’m gonna puke, I swear to God...”

(contently rubs his ballooned belly all over) “Mmmm, nice...”

(tenderly caresses his bulging belly, tracing his finger right around his bellybutton) “Mmmm, stiiiiiill feels like there’s room for more...whadduya think, hmmmm...?”

Uncomfortably Stuffed Bloated Post-Stuffing

The Big Eater’s belly is so big that it’s now spreading their thighs apart.  It’s big, making them appear ALMOST nine months pregnant, only their belly is a little bottom heavy, sloshing and jiggling heartily, and noisier than a chemical plant:

“Grruuuuuuuuhhhh...” (groans weakly, tenderly rubbing their massive gut with both hands)

“BRRAAAAAUUURRRRAAAAHH-UUUUUUUUUHHHHP!!!!!!!”

“Hooooooly shit...haaah...haah...” (huffs and gasps breathlessly)

“...Ohhhhhh, my belly...” (whines and groans, cradling as much of their domed out belly as he they can)

“*HIC!*  Guh...I’ve...I’ve made a mistake...”

“Urrrgh...I feel like a beached whale...”

“Mph, jeez...lookit this thing...” (grunts and heaves his belly up before letting it bounce back into place, dislodging a colossal belch in the process)

“Oorgh...I’ve never been so full in my life...” (slowly caresses his massive belly with both hands; palms sinking a little into their much softer, sloshier flesh)

“BrrreeeEEEEUUUuuurrr-uur-AAAAAAAARRRRRRP!!!!!!  Guuuh...“

Leona:  “Hmph, so, the lil Herbivore’s a kinky lil weirdo, go figure...”  He’d constantly tease the prefect for their kinks, but also constantly indulge those kinks and be coy about it.  Say he ate a hearty meal, when Leona was finished, he’d let out a HUGE burp, moan with relief, stretch his back out and give his belly a hearty pat before rubbing it just firm enough to push his shirt up and expose his bare stomach to the prefect, smirking that sly smirk of his and flashing a wink.

Ruggie:  “Shishishi!  That’s so cute’n weird!”  He’d react much the same as Leona, but not be the least bit coy.  In contrast to Leona, who’s seductive and sly, Ruggie is the type to ham it up eeeeeevery step of the way, groaning, saying really exaggerated, fake-sounding things and using words intended to trigger those kinks in unbelievable fashion.  Like stuffing himself to the brim and groaning about how unbelievably full he is, and how, if only someone could rub his aching tummy for him.  Ohhhh, if only.  Yeaaaah, his kinkteasing is honestly almost adorable...but still oddly effective.  :P

Jack:  “H-Huh...that’s...umm...huh...”  Jack would be a bit befuddled by the realization, and at first, be completely unaware if he accidentally gave them kink-fodder, like burping after a heavy meal.  At first, he’d be apologize, but then seeing the prefect’s blush, he’d blush back and be like, “...Oh, right...you, uh...heh, liked that, huh?“  But then, after a moment, he’d intentionally let out a MUCH louder burp and thump his chest, insisting that he just had pressure and totally didn’t do that to indulge you.  After all, it’s not like he CARES or anything.  Nope!  Not at all!

Floyd:  “Awwwwww, the lil shrimpy’s kinky like meeeeeeeee!  8D “  Floyd would be excited to indulge the prefect, because he’d find it adorable.  So adorable, in fact, it makes him just wanna squeeze the lil prefect as hard as inhumanly possible (...and likely would too... ._________.)  But he’d happily play along.  Floyd would chow down, belch loud enough to wake the dead, and giggle hysterically at the lil prefect’s reactions, letting them rub his belly all over while he hums happily to himself, and the more wound up the prefect gets, the more Floyd wants to just hug ‘em dead.  (...and sometimes, I DO wonder if that’s literal with this lovable psycho...)

Kalim:  (tilts head adorably)  “Jamiiiiil?  What’s a kink and how can I give my friend one?  :O “  Yeaaaaah, Kalim is such a pure lil cinnamon bun, there’s no way he’d have any clue what the hell a kink even is.  Soooo, he’d basically be oblivious to it when he indulges them unwittingly, like being goaded into eating way too much, getting stuffed and just savoring a lovely lil tummy rub from the prefect, and remain blissfully unaware of why their face constantly gets red whenever they rub his stuffed tum.  :P

Jamil:  “Hmm, you don’t seem the type...”  Jamil would be genuinely surprised more than anything else.  He may unwittingly indulge their kinks on occasion, and upon remembering it, chuckle to himself and shake his head.  “That’s the sort of thing that riles you up, is it?  Heh, you’re an odd one...”  But he wouldn’t be mean about it fortunately.

Ace:  “THAT’S it?  That’s your kink?  Pfft, dude, c’mon, I thought you were gonna say you were into waaaaaay freakier stuff, like...um...g-gargoyles’n...then there’s a pie...I...I dunno where I was goin’ with that, I’m hungry, shut up...”  Ace would be super casual about it if he found out the prefect’s kinks.  But he’d tease them all the time about it.  He’d down a soda and burp as loud as he possibly could and flash the prefect the cheekiest grin right after, or stuff his face with pie, and whine about needing his belly rubbed...partially to rile them up, but mostly because he overdid it and genuinely needs his belly rubbed, and his efforts to rile the prefect up backfired on the lovable doofus.  :P

Deuce:  “...I...uh...wasn’t aware there was a thing for that...”  Deuce, in contrast, would be more taken aback than anything else.  He might try to indulge the prefect, but he takes everything so damn seriously that he might suffer some serious performance anxiety.  If anything, his attempts to indulge the prefects kinks would only be endearing than attractive...and it’s only when he DOESN’T try to intentionally rile the prefect up that he actually really manages to indulge them, like stress-eating to the point where he’s stuffed more than usual and lets out a large, throaty belch on pure accident. 

Idia:  “...H-Heh, w-w-well...e-e-everyone’s got a thing, right?  I-I was worried that you, umm...were uncomfortable around me......”  Ohhh Idia, bless your anxious, adorably damned soul.  Idia knows full well what sorta kinks people have, and probably has a few repressed kinks of his own, being the internet dweller that he is.  But he’s such an anxious mess that he takes a lot of coaxing just to be physical with his significant other.  He’d be whimpering like a scared puppy the instant the prefect lifted up his hoodie and slipped their hand under his shirt and started caressing his smooth stomach, biting his blue, lower lip and blushing up a storm as they rubbed away. 

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.