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Maybe pushing it after so long wasn't really a good idea. Digestion had begun by the time the chugging started - but it was too late to pull the lips away from the bottle. While yes, tight, already at the max capacity -. . Wasn't planning on wasting this soda (And especially not going to let it get warm either.) It wasn't until after the first couple of swallows, is really when things went south. Feeling the immediate curdle of the cheeses and soda mixing - the cramps, the non-stop bubbling beneath. The sick and thick churns from how much was truly stuffed inside. As time went on - admittedly, there was that daunting sensation in the back of the throat, saliva was filling up the mouth with each couple of gulps. The digestion felt as if it came to a halt, attempting to handle what was being further forced into an already stressed stomach. Grumbling that was filled with protests rather than gurgling with satisfaction. - Each slight shift from attempting to cope with the growing ache caused some form of an unhappy groan to rumble into my hands.

The audio had to come to a hasty end, apologies ! - Was definitely convinced everything consumed was making its way up without any more warnings.

I wonder what the rest of the night will entail? (Also, I do hope you guys do enjoy the new microphone quality for belly activity :) ~

you'd have to be some kind of knotslut to reblog this

“god you are so. fucking. pretty.” punctuated by the sound of my cock slamming into your dripping cunt

Stuffing/Tummy Kink Ask Game: Which Do You Prefer

burps or hiccups?

tight, hard bellies or soft squishy bellies?

nausea or achiness?

tight, revealing clothes or loose, cozy clothes?

food or liquid?

hungry rumbles or overstuffed gurgles?

comfortably full tummies or achingly stuffed tummies?

a very noticeably distended belly or a more subtly bloated belly?

upper belly bloat or lower belly bloat?

art or irl?

huge appetites that require a lot of food to satisfy or small appetites with small capacities?

stuffing or gaining?

innies or outies?

hairy bellies or smooth bellies?

gentle belly care or rough belly teasing?

fantasy scenarios or realistic scenarios?

a lot of complaining about an upset belly or silent suffering?

noisy tummies or quiet tummies?

DNI unless i can put my cold feet/hands on you while we snuggle

does daddy puke up meals too from tummy aches?

Does daddies have to touch daddy parts when daddy makes pukes?

Unfortunately tummy aches alone can't make me puke, but I do use my fingers or toothbrush to help bring food back up if my tummy hurts.

I do touch myself when I puke sometimes, it feels amazing, but I have to use my non dominant hand to do so because my dominant hand is usually making me sick.

-Daddy

A present for the anon asking for daddy's puke sounds. Here you go, the result of chugging 4 bottles of water and pulling it back up with my fingers in my throat (although around 4:09 there's a bit that came up without my fingers)

-Daddy

Any pukes recently that you made

Just one, I'm planning on a recording dump soon where I post them all at once

### Title - Overstuffed

Katsuki Bakugo hated feeling weak, and right now, sprawled on the couch with one hand on his overly full stomach and the other clutching a remote, he felt weak. He glared at the TV, though he wasn’t really watching it. He was too busy trying to suppress the gurgling and bubbling that churned unpleasantly in his belly.

“Damn it,” he muttered to himself. He was usually good about eating just enough, but the homemade curry Eijiro had made tonight had been too damn good. He’d gone for seconds and then thirds, not realizing how much he’d eaten until he was halfway through his fourth bowl. Now, he was paying the price.

The door to their shared flat clicked open, and Katsuki heard Eijiro’s familiar footsteps approaching. Katsuki let out a small, pained groan, trying to shift into a more comfortable position on the couch.

“Hey, Kats! You still on the couch?” Eijiro called as he walked into the living room, his voice full of energy. Katsuki turned his head just enough to see his boyfriend’s bright smile fade into a look of concern. “Whoa, what happened? You look… not great.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” Katsuki grumbled. He hated showing any sign of weakness, but the sharp cramps in his stomach didn’t leave him much choice. He let out a strained sigh. “Ate too damn much.”

Eijiro’s expression softened immediately, and he quickly moved over to the couch, kneeling beside Katsuki. “Aw, Kats, you gotta pace yourself with my cooking,” he said, half-jokingly. He reached out and placed a warm hand on Katsuki’s abdomen, gently rubbing in slow, soothing circles. “Want me to help?”

Katsuki tried to brush him off at first, but another cramp made him wince. He nodded begrudgingly. “Yeah… just don’t make a big deal out of it.”

Eijiro grinned, though he kept it gentle, knowing how much Katsuki hated being fussed over. “Wouldn’t dream of it, babe,” he said softly. He started massaging Katsuki’s stomach with a practiced touch, knowing just the right spots to ease the pressure. “You’re gonna be okay, I promise.”

Katsuki let out a small burp, his cheeks tinged with pink from embarrassment. “Tch. That’s so embarrassing.”

Eijiro chuckled, continuing his gentle ministrations. “Nothing embarrassing about it, Kats. Better out than in, right? Besides, I’ve seen you burp louder than a damn truck engine when you want to.”

Katsuki huffed but didn’t argue. It was true; he just didn’t like feeling so… vulnerable. But as Eijiro’s warm hands worked their magic, pressing and rubbing in just the right way, Katsuki could feel some of the tightness easing up. Another burp slipped out, a bit louder this time, followed by a groan.

Eijiro smiled, leaning in to press a light kiss to Katsuki’s forehead. “Good job, baby. Just let it out.” He rubbed a little harder, moving his hands to Katsuki’s lower back and pressing firmly. “How’s that feel?”

Katsuki relaxed into the touch, his muscles unwinding under Eijiro’s firm but gentle pressure. “Better,” he admitted, his voice a little softer than usual. “I just… I feel like crap.”

“Yeah, I can tell.” Eijiro’s voice was soothing, like a warm blanket wrapped around Katsuki’s frazzled nerves. “You just overdid it a little, but that’s okay. Happens to everyone.” He rubbed small circles into Katsuki’s lower back, then moved back to his stomach when another burp seemed to be stuck. “Just keep breathing. You’re doing great.”

Katsuki let out a shaky breath, feeling another wave of nausea roll through him. “Eijiro…” he muttered, his voice tinged with frustration. “I’m gonna be sick.”

Eijiro paused, his hands steadying on Katsuki’s shoulders. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said calmly. “Just lean back and take it easy. You’re not alone, alright? I’m right here.”

Katsuki did as he was told, leaning back against the couch cushions and closing his eyes. He focused on the rhythmic movement of Eijiro’s hands, the soft pressure easing the discomfort in his stomach. He let out another burp, followed by a deep sigh of relief. “Thanks, Eiji… for, y’know, putting up with this.”

Eijiro laughed softly, giving Katsuki’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “You don’t need to thank me, Kats. I’m your boyfriend. This is what we do.” He brushed a few strands of blonde hair away from Katsuki’s forehead, his touch lingering for a moment. “You’re my favorite hothead, and I’ll always be here when you need me, okay?”

Katsuki opened his eyes, meeting Eijiro’s gaze. For a moment, all the frustration and embarrassment faded away, replaced by a warm, fuzzy feeling that spread through his chest. “Yeah… okay,” he mumbled, a small, genuine smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Thanks, idiot.”

Eijiro grinned, leaning down to give Katsuki a quick kiss on the lips. “Anytime, babe.” He went back to rubbing Katsuki’s stomach, his touch gentle and patient. “Just let me know if you need anything else.”

Katsuki relaxed fully against the couch, finally allowing himself to enjoy the comfort of Eijiro’s presence.

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Eijiro turned with a look of concern as he noticed Katsuki’s breathing growing ragged once more. Katsuki clutched his stomach, his brows furrowing as another cramp twisted through his gut. He let out a shaky breath, his face tinged with a hint of green.

“Katsuki, you okay?” Eijiro asked softly, his hands still working their soothing motions along Katsuki’s stomach and back.

Katsuki didn’t answer right away. He clenched his teeth, trying to fight back a wave of nausea that rolled over him. A small, sudden hiccup escaped his lips, followed by another, and then another—each one making his chest feel tighter and more uncomfortable.

“Shit…” Katsuki hissed, his hand pressing harder against his stomach. The hiccups grew stronger, and with each one, a sharp, small burp bubbled up from his throat. It wasn’t relieving; it only made his stomach feel heavier, like it was filled with rocks. “Eiji… these hiccups are killing me.”

Eijiro’s brows knit together as he watched Katsuki struggle. “You’ve got this, Kats. Just try to breathe,” he said, shifting closer to offer better support. He began to rub his back in firm, slow circles, trying to coax out the air trapped in Katsuki’s chest.

Katsuki tried to focus on Eijiro’s calming voice, but every hiccup-burp that came up only made him feel more nauseous. His face tightened, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to will his body to calm down. But the pressure was building, and each attempt to burp made his chest feel like it was being squeezed by a vice. A particularly loud hiccup turned into a burp that caught in his throat, making him gasp sharply.

“Ugh… hurts,” Katsuki groaned, his voice strained. He rubbed at his chest, trying to dislodge the stuck air, but it wouldn’t budge. The discomfort was turning into pain, and Katsuki’s usual resilience was starting to crumble. “This is so fucking annoying…”

Eijiro kept his hand moving along Katsuki’s back, firm but gentle, trying to help in any way he could. “I know, Kats. I’m right here, okay? Just lean forward a bit,” Eijiro instructed, guiding Katsuki into a position that might help shift the air. “I’ve got you.”

Katsuki leaned forward, his forehead resting against Eijiro’s shoulder as another hiccup-burp jolted through him. This one stuck halfway, making his eyes water from the sudden, sharp pain in his chest. He pounded a fist weakly against the couch, frustration bubbling up alongside the nausea.

Eijiro wrapped an arm around Katsuki’s shoulders, rubbing gentle but firm circles into his back, right between his shoulder blades. “Just take it slow, Kats. Breathe in… and out.” He pressed a little harder, his other hand rubbing Katsuki’s stomach. “You’re almost there.”

Katsuki’s breath hitched as he tried to follow Eijiro’s instructions, but the stuck burp just wouldn’t dislodge. It felt like it was lodged right under his ribs, sharp and unrelenting. He let out a low growl of frustration, his pride taking a hit along with his stomach. “Dammit, Eijiro, it won’t come out,” he groaned, his voice cracking slightly.

Eijiro didn’t let up, staying patient and focused. “You’re doing great, Kats. Just a little more.” He patted Katsuki’s back gently, then a little harder when the smaller burps got stuck, his hand soothing over the tense muscles. “It’s okay if it takes a bit. Just let it happen.”

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a deep, rumbling burp tore its way out of Katsuki’s chest, leaving him gasping for air. He slumped forward, the release of pressure almost dizzying. He panted, his body trembling slightly from the exertion, but at least the worst of the pain was gone.

Eijiro gave him a few more soothing pats, rubbing his back in long strokes. “There you go, babe. That was a big one,” he said, his voice filled with relief. He gently tilted Katsuki’s chin up, making sure he was okay. “Feel a little better?”

Katsuki nodded weakly, his face still flushed but his breathing starting to even out. “Yeah… a bit,” he muttered, though the nausea still lingered, a dull ache in the pit of his stomach.

Eijiro smiled softly, pressing a kiss to Katsuki’s temple. He continued rubbing his back and stomach, slower now, letting Katsuki catch his breath. “We’ll just take it easy the rest of the night, okay? You don’t have to be tough all the time.”

Katsuki leaned into Eijiro’s touch, letting the warmth and comfort wash over him. He still felt queasy, and the occasional hiccup-burp would bubble up, but with Eijiro by his side, it was bearable. He rested his head against Eijiro’s chest, closing his eyes as he tried to relax.

“Thanks… Eiji,” he whispered, his voice soft and grateful. “You’re a real idiot, you know that?”

Eijiro chuckled, his arms wrapping around Katsuki in a gentle embrace. “I know, babe. And I’m your idiot.”

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Eijiro continued to soothe Katsuki, rubbing his back and gently pressing his hand into Katsuki’s stomach. For a while, it seemed like the worst was over. Katsuki’s breathing steadied, and he managed to relax a bit. But then, the discomfort returned, more intense this time. Katsuki's stomach churned violently, and he felt the telltale twinges of nausea building up once more.

The hiccups returned, more forceful and erratic, each one bringing a sharp, painful burp that seemed to lodge itself deeper in his chest. Katsuki’s face twisted with pain as the hiccups turned into a constant, jarring rhythm of burps that just wouldn’t come out completely. Each attempt left him gasping and clutching at his stomach, his body shaking with the effort.

“Eijiro…” Katsuki’s voice was strained, a mix of frustration and distress. He leaned heavily against Eijiro, his breathing ragged and uneven. “It’s worse… hurts so much…”

Eijiro’s expression turned serious, his hands moving more firmly across Katsuki’s back. “Hang in there, Kats. I’ve got you. Just focus on my voice, okay?” His tone was soothing, but his eyes were filled with worry. He continued to rub Katsuki’s back in slow, steady motions, hoping to ease some of the discomfort.

Katsuki let out a particularly violent hiccup-burp that seemed to get stuck halfway up his throat. He gasped for air, his hand gripping Eijiro’s shirt as he tried to ease the pressure. “Can’t… can’t get it out…” he choked out, his voice coming out in strangled bursts.

Eijiro pressed a little harder on Katsuki’s back, trying to help dislodge the trapped air. “You’re doing great, Kats. Just keep breathing. It’ll pass.”

But the discomfort only intensified. Katsuki’s stomach was in knots, and the constant hiccup-burps were wearing him down. He felt the rising nausea and could no longer hold back. He leaned forward abruptly, his face paling as he struggled to hold back the inevitable.

“Gotta—” Katsuki started, but the words were lost as his stomach lurched violently. He bent over, clutching his stomach, and finally, the nausea overcame him. He retched, but instead of immediate relief, only a string of burps came out, each one louder and more forceful than the last. His body heaved and shook, but no substantial vomit came up, just a frustrating series of gasps and burps that seemed to make things worse.

Eijiro quickly moved to support Katsuki, guiding him to lean over a trash bin just in case. His hands were gentle yet firm on Katsuki’s back, trying to provide whatever comfort he could while Katsuki struggled with the overwhelming sensation. “It’s okay, Kats. Just let it out. You don’t have to hold back.”

Katsuki’s body was trembling as he continued to heave, his face scrunched in pain. The burps were now accompanied by a deep, throbbing ache in his chest, and it felt like his stomach was tied in knots. “Can’t… can’t get it out,” he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. His face was flushed and covered in sweat, his eyes squeezed shut against the pain.

Eijiro rubbed Katsuki’s back with a steady rhythm, trying to soothe him. “I know, it’s tough. Just keep focusing on my touch. You’ll get through this.”

Katsuki took deep, shaky breaths, trying to calm his racing heart and quell the nausea. Each burp was followed by a groan of frustration as it seemed to get stuck in his chest, causing sharp pangs of pain. “Feels like it’s stuck,” he muttered through gritted teeth.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Katsuki’s stomach gave a final, heaving lurch, and a small amount of vomit came up. He groaned deeply, the relief mingling with lingering discomfort. The pressure in his chest eased slightly, though the nausea was still present. He slumped back against Eijiro, panting heavily.

Eijiro immediately began cleaning up, moving with practiced ease despite his own concern. He handed Katsuki a cool, damp washcloth for his face and continued to rub his back, soothingly. “You did great, Kats. Just take it easy now. It’s over, and you’re okay.”

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Eijiro continued to support Katsuki, his concern growing as Katsuki’s condition worsened. Despite his efforts, the nausea and discomfort remained intense, and Katsuki’s body was still caught in a relentless cycle of hiccup-burps and retching.

Katsuki’s breathing grew ragged, and he began to gag uncontrollably. Each time he tried to catch his breath, he was interrupted by another violent heave, his stomach refusing to settle. The sounds of his retching were punctuated by a series of burps that seemed to get stuck in his chest, causing him to gasp and choke.

Eijiro’s heart ached at the sight of Katsuki’s struggle. He moved closer, one hand steadying Katsuki’s back while the other held his head gently. “You’re okay, Kats. Just breathe through it,” he said, his voice firm but soothing.

Katsuki’s face was pale, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and exhaustion. The continued gagging and retching left him feeling drained, and the sensation of not being able to catch his breath was making him panic. “Can’t—” he choked out, his voice trembling as he tried to catch his breath between bouts of vomiting.

Eijiro’s grip tightened reassuringly, and he gently guided Katsuki’s head down, helping him stay as comfortable as possible. “You’re doing great, Katsuki. Just focus on my voice. You’re safe here,” he said, his voice calm and steady.

Katsuki’s body was shaking with the effort, and the fear of not being able to breathe properly made him panic even more. His vision started to blur, and he felt a faintness overtaking him. “Eijiro… can’t breathe…” he gasped, his voice barely audible as he struggled to stay conscious.

Eijiro acted quickly, keeping his hand firmly on Katsuki’s back while gently urging him to take slow, deep breaths. “It’s okay, Kats. I’m right here. Just breathe with me,” he instructed, his tone soothing and urgent. He demonstrated deep, measured breaths, hoping to help Katsuki focus and regain control.

Despite Eijiro’s efforts, Katsuki’s panic continued to escalate. He was on the edge of choking, his breaths coming in shallow, uneven gasps. Eijiro could see the desperation in Katsuki’s eyes, and his own heart raced with concern. “You’re okay, Kats. I’ve got you. Just keep trying to breathe,” he said, his voice full of unwavering support.

Finally, Katsuki managed to heave up a significant amount of vomit, the pressure on his chest easing slightly. The cycle of gagging and retching continued, but with each wave, the discomfort lessened. Eijiro remained by his side, rubbing Katsuki’s back and whispering reassurances into his ear.

As Katsuki’s breathing began to stabilize, Eijiro helped him sit up slowly, his hands remaining steady on Katsuki’s shoulders. “That’s it, Kats. You’re doing great,” Eijiro said softly. He wiped Katsuki’s face with the cool washcloth, his expression a mix of relief and tenderness.

Katsuki’s breathing was still uneven, and he felt weak, but the panic had begun to subside. He leaned heavily against Eijiro, his body trembling from exhaustion. “Sorry… for… all this,” he whispered, his voice shaky.

Eijiro shook his head gently, brushing a strand of Katsuki’s hair away from his damp forehead. “You don’t need to apologize. I’m here for you, no matter what,” he said, his voice full of warmth and affection. “We’ll get you feeling better. Just rest now.”

Katsuki closed his eyes, leaning into Eijiro’s comforting embrace. The world around him felt distant as he focused on the steady rhythm of Eijiro’s breathing and the soothing presence of his boyfriend. Despite the lingering nausea and discomfort, he felt a deep sense of comfort and safety in Eijiro’s arms.

Eijiro continued to hold Katsuki close, his touch gentle and reassuring as he helped him through the final waves of nausea. “Just breathe easy, Kats. I’m right here,” he whispered, his hands never leaving Katsuki’s back.

As Katsuki’s breathing slowly returned to normal, the pain and panic began to fade. He rested against Eijiro, feeling the warmth of his support and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. For the first time in what felt like hours, Katsuki allowed himself to fully relax, knowing that Eijiro would be there to help him through whatever came next.

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The next morning, Katsuki Bakugo awoke feeling much better. The nausea had largely subsided, leaving only the dull ache of a bloated stomach and a persistent, uncomfortable pressure. He lay in bed for a few moments, mentally preparing himself to face the day. His body was still recovering from the ordeal, and every few minutes, a burp would escape his lips, a lingering reminder of the previous night’s overindulgence.

He shuffled into the bathroom, leaning against the sink as he tried to ease the bloating. His stomach was still distended, and every burp that came up felt like it was only halfway out, stuck in his chest and causing him discomfort. Eijiro, who had been up and moving around quietly, noticed Katsuki’s struggle and quickly made his way to the bathroom.

“Morning, Kats,” Eijiro said softly, his voice full of concern and affection. He could see Katsuki’s discomfort and immediately went to his side. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” Katsuki grumbled, though his discomfort was evident in his expression. He let out a loud burp, which was followed by a pained sigh. “Stomach’s still messed up. Can’t stop burping.”

Eijiro nodded, his expression turning sympathetic. “Let me help,” he said, placing a comforting hand on Katsuki’s bloated stomach. “Just lean on the sink. I’ll see if I can help get those burps out.”

Katsuki did as instructed, resting his hands on the sink and leaning slightly forward. Eijiro’s warm hands began to rub Katsuki’s stomach in slow, gentle circles, applying just the right amount of pressure. The rhythmic motion was soothing, and Katsuki felt the tension in his stomach begin to ease slightly.

“Burps won’t come out all the way,” Katsuki muttered, trying to suppress another round of burps. “Feels like there’s still some air stuck.”

Eijiro continued his comforting motions, moving his hands with a bit more pressure. “Just relax, Kats. Sometimes it takes a bit of time to get everything moving again,” he said soothingly. “I’ll keep rubbing. Just focus on my touch and try to let the air out.”

Katsuki’s stomach gurgled and churned as Eijiro’s hands worked their magic. Another burp escaped his lips, this one slightly louder but still leaving him feeling uneasy. He groaned softly, feeling the pressure in his chest. “Some of these burps are stuck in my chest. It’s driving me nuts.”

Eijiro’s touch was steady and comforting, his fingers applying gentle pressure to the areas where Katsuki felt the most discomfort. “I know, Kats. It’ll get better. Just keep breathing and try to let it out as much as you can.” He rubbed Katsuki’s stomach in small, circular motions, then shifted to patting his back gently to help dislodge any trapped air.

Katsuki focused on Eijiro’s reassuring presence and the steady rhythm of his hands. Slowly, more burps began to come up, each one providing a small bit of relief. Eijiro continued to provide support, his touch both calming and effective. “That’s it. Just let it all out,” he encouraged softly.

After a while, the burps began to come more easily, and Katsuki’s bloated stomach started to feel less tense. He still had occasional burps, but the constant discomfort was diminishing. Katsuki let out a deep sigh of relief as Eijiro’s hands continued to soothe his stomach.

“Thanks, Eiji,” Katsuki said, his voice quieter now, filled with genuine gratitude. “I feel a lot better now.”

Eijiro smiled warmly, continuing his gentle rubs. “Anytime, Kats. You’re always going to be my top priority, no matter what. Just take it easy today and don’t push yourself too hard, okay?”

Katsuki nodded, his expression softening as he leaned into Eijiro’s touch. “Yeah, I’ll take it easy. Thanks for sticking by me, even when I’m a mess.”

Eijiro’s smile widened, his affection clear. “Of course. That’s what I’m here for,” he said, pressing a quick, comforting kiss to Katsuki’s temple. “Now, let’s get you feeling as good as possible. We’ll take it one step at a time.”

With Eijiro’s continued support, Katsuki felt the last of his discomfort easing away. He allowed himself to relax, leaning on Eijiro as they both made their way out of the bathroom. The day was looking brighter, and with Eijiro by his side, Katsuki knew he’d be back to his usual self in no time.

sorry i got a huge wet spot on my boxers and started whining and whimpering and rutting against you while we were play fighting. ignore it. uhhh yeah it will happen again. sorry