Some Vore Things That Are Extremely Good

Some vore things that are extremely good

- G/t vore where the prey is just big enough to fit snugly inside the pred’s stomach, causing a slight bulge from the outside.

- Preds that unconsciously place their hand on their belly as they fall asleep

- Preds with extremely verbal bellies that gurgle at the sight of their favorite prey

- Preds with hiccups

- That unmistakable look your pred gives you. A mix of bashful true love and admiration mixed with a primal hunger and longing that lets you know he needs you slipping into his gut right now.

- As the prey squeezes into the pred’s stomach, it forces up a burp that the pred just can’t keep in. They then get flustered and apologize, blushing.

I completely adore this piece!! Inasa’s such a great predator and there’s not enough vore content of him but WE’RE here to fix that. Also, story is pun-filled because I can’t get enough of low-level humor.

It’s been very fun collab-ing with you again, and I certainly hope we continue to do so! :)

Look what we got here ¬w¬)~ I’ve been planning do this drawing for one month, and finally is here (ಥ﹏ಥ).This is my second collab with @putthebreadinthebreadbasket​!!!! As same as the last time, I did a hot pic of Inasa with his hero uniform with a big gut and he did a wonderful story!!!! 

Soft vore is cool too 7u7)r But I have to do a Inasa fatal vore drawing to balance things ( ͡°( ͡° ͜ʖ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ʖ ͡°) ͡°)

Please enjoy his story; and this time I don’t count with the time to translate it to spanish (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

“Y’know…” Seiji murmured, “When we were talking about who had the most resistance, we certainly didn’t mean this.” Aggravation was apparent in his tone; It wasn’t comfy, nor was it very… un-hairy, with the presence of Nagamasa there.

The huge, muscular man’s belly was now larger than the rest of him – a lumpy, seven-foot sphere with parts of his teammates visible through the skin. Every movement of its occupants made Inasa’s entire belly rock and shake. “Uughh… Hiccup… Y-you guys okay in there? Is there enough air, or should I keep swallowing some down?” Inasa’s voice echoed against the walls, reverberating. He was met with a few resounding ‘Mhmms’, all of which came from Camie who, seemed to be the only one enjoying her time there.

“I never knew fitting this much into your stomach was lowkey a breeze for you.” She joked, “Is this really the time for puns, Camie?” Seiji replied, clearly irritated at how ‘normal’ this seems to everybody. So normal, in fact, that Nagamasa didn’t bother to talk. “What, not the biggest fan of it?” She giggled, trying to clear the air of the tension, even if there wasn’t much air in there to begin with.

Inasa was having a hard time staying on his feet – He could barely adapt to the new weight that’s been added to his body. He watched as his enormous gut jostled and sloshed around with every heavy step he took, shaking up all the additional extra pounds of human bodies that lay safely inside.

“Well, in any case, just bustle up and catch the villain.” Seiji grumbled, as unfortunate as the timing of this meal seemed to him, it was no coincidence. Inasa’s been facing a bit of trouble catching a few criminals lately, and with all of his team equally sharing the spotlight, he needed his own time to bathe in it. After all, it did serve to fire up his passion as a hero. “Y-yeah… alright, alright…” Inasa said, regaining his balance, trying his best to do a heroic pose, even if it looked a little awkward. “Time to face justice, Villain!” He pointed his finger at… nobody? “…E-eh? where did they go?” he nervously asked, “S-Seiji? Doesn’t your quirk keep them immobilized…” 

“I-it should, but I must’ve lost focus somewhere along the line of this resistance exercise.” A few moments of silence pass before Nagamasa articulates, “Inasa, if you, somehow, don’t manage to track them down again hence bringing disgrace to the Shiketsu name, your barber will have to trim your hair and your gastrointestinal tract next time.” 

My drawing reflect the moment Inasa felt like the master of the wind (Sea) (? xDDDD

We hope bring you more collabs in the furture, so don’t forget like, reblog and follow me for more manly hot preds! (~O3O)~

Aomine’s Fulfilling Week

This is what happens when @dumdumdrawstumtums ends up being WAY too nice and draws me pictures that MURDER me (which I will have to honor with something later) but in the meantime it’s REQUIRED that I do something to murder right back. I may add gifs to this later, but for now it’s super long and it’s 4am. I tried my best to make this murderriffic. Contains stuffing and vore. putting it under a cut for now because it’s like 7 pages long.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Sakurai asked after Aomine had eaten his sixth straight bento. It seemed like every day Aomine asked him to to add another bento to his food requests that Sakurai was talked into bringing. Talked as in ‘Aomine kept stealing his food so he had to bring more and if he didn’t bring any Aomine would pick on him’ silent discussion. He did like to treat Aomine, who he had an awkward crush on, but it was always a lot of work.

“I’ll say when I’ve had enough. Which will never happen,” Aomine said then leaned over to steal another sausage from Sakurai’s lunch and gently burped into Sakurai’s ear. The burp and the soft expulsion of air on this ear made him blush and he was more powerless than usual to stop the basketball player from taking his food. He had tried before to just increase the size of Aomine’s requested bento but he always requested another and have to make it the same size as the first. In the end, there was no way to win other than provide more food.

“The only one who can out eat me, is me. There’s always more food. Just you watch,” Aomine added as he rubbed his well defined abs under his shirt, but just enough for Sakurai to catch a glimpse of his abs and flat belly button. Sakurai’s pupils dilated a little at seeing the torso and he blushed harder. “I am just worrying about your health! What if you got slower or too fat to be on the team?!” Sakurai admonished, trying to be sincere in his approach to stop Aomine from eating.

“Let me worry about that,” Aomine responded, instantly dismissing the idea. Already the tanned, blue haired wunderkind smirked at the thought of what he could do to prove his point.

Sakurai should have known something would happen after that conversation, but he was pretty sure that nothing would have prepared him for what happened next. The next day after their conversation, Aomine showed up to practice…in a decidedly different shape. He was sporting a noticeable belly, though still under his jersey that rounded it out slightly.

Whenever he jumped for layup or a dunk, Sakurai could see the slope of skin from the slight belly mound. So far it didn’t seem to be slowing him down any on the court. The only effect was Aomine burping slightly when in moving quickly and when during a timeout, there wasn’t a spare moment when he wasn’t shoving something into his face to eat.

Finally when they were done with practice, Aomine came over to Sakurai and requested his daily meal. “Yo, where is the food. I’m hungry,” Aomine said as he was literally finishing a sandwich he had with him. “T-there in the bag over there. How are you still hungry? You’ve been eating all day and during practice. Don’t you think it’s too much?” Sakurai asked trepidatiously.  

Aomine smirked, his eyes have an challenged look to them. “You think I’m eating too much, huh?” he stated. “I can already see you are sporting a….gut there,” Sakurai responded. He motioned a little towards Aomine’s middle. A few on the team had noticed but no one had dared say anything to him yet. “I get to say when I’ve had too much. And this isn’t it. Now pass the freaking bento before I decide to have you take me to lunch,” Aomine said as he grabbed the bag from Sakurai’s hand. Little did he know his words only were going to make things worse.

The next day, Aomine announced his arrival to the gym with a loud belch that halted all basketballs from being dribbled by the rest of the team. “What? I’m hungry. Go back to practice losers,” he said with a sneer. He rubbed his belly and this time it was twice the size it had been yesterday.

There was no hiding it today, his gut was already starting to cause his jersey to rise up and his shorts to be pulled lower. That resulted in a visible swell as the last part of his rounded belly just south of his navel to the end of the slope as it disappeared with his v-lines into his shorts. Things were only made worse once he got to jumping and running around the court. Aomine seemed a little slower and scowled at anyone on the court that brushed against his bloated gut.

But still he continued his practice from the day before of every break, stuffing his face full of food and drink, letting his hand rub his exposed gut as he went from the sidelines back to play. This time he came to Sakurai after practice with a smile on his face, but still rude demeanor. “Where are they? Where’s my food?” He asked Sakurai bluntly. Sakurai nervously pointed at a bag next to him and Aomine quickly grabbed it and a fork and dove in. “Oh man Sakurai. No matter how much I stuff my face, your food always tastes the best,” He mumbled through a mouthful of food.

“A-are you sure this is a good idea? You’re looking…a…little…ya’know…round…” Sakurai said nervously. Sakurai couldn’t believe that he was able to get it out, but he finally said what everyone on the team was thinking. Aomine slapped his lower distended ab that was visible from his distention, and then rubbed his hand back and forth over the stretched surface. Small traces of blue hair mingled in between his fingers as Sakurai couldn’t help but stare. As he ate, navel was finally coming into view and Sakurai’s breath nearly caught in his throat every time he nearly caught a glimpse.

“Round is it? Does this feel round to you?” Aomine said pressing the swell of his belly as he stood eating into the top part of Sakurai’s back and a little at the nap of his neck. Sakurai shivered at the touch. “Oh you’ll see round. Just a feeling. Now go get me some food from the vending machine. A guy’s got to eat.”

The next day, Sakurai waited for Aomine’s arrival, though hoping that this strange game he was playing would finally catch up with the stuck up ace. “Maybe he stayed home sick?” He thought to himself, though he clutched prepared bentos to him close just in case Aomine did arrive. Sakurai had made sure to make the bentos even larger in an attempt to get Aomine to stop stuffing himself.

His dreams were dashed however, when Aomine burst through the gym double doors with a bag full of teriyaki burgers in one hand and a half eaten burger in the other. He stuck the remaining half of the burger into his mouth whole, swelling out his cheeks as he chewed. He crumpled up the wrapper and tossed the wrapper behind him where it landed perfectly in the trash can.

It was hard to pay attention to his excellent backwards shot though due to the bag of burgers being clutched against his middle. As Sakurai had worried about, it was noticeably bigger. This time, Aomine was still in his jersey, but now the belly had swollen out enough that it was peaking out up to just above his navel, his flat and stretched belly button on full display. It was obvious how stuffed he was because the usually familiar rigids of his tight abs were visible but were swollen out in an attempt to contain all that was inside.

His shorts were pulled even lower, the waistband pulled just under his incredibly defined obliques, leaving just the barest bit of his v-lines towards his crotch not visible. The trail to his crotch was visibly rounded and Sakurai blushed a bit when he noticed that he could see the waistband of Aomine’s underwear poking out from under his shorts.

“Aomine! T-this can’t be good for you. You’re not going to practice today still are you?” Sakurai asked as he went up to the tan teen. Aomine pulled Sakurai closer to him like it was about to be an intimate moment, his belly pressing into Sakurai’s torso. He opened his mouth to speak….Then let out of massive belch into Sakurai’s face that had such force, he felt his eyes dry enough that left him blinking in shock. “Ryo, don’t worry about. I just want those bentos,” he said then set down the burgers for him to play.

During practice Aomine slowed down even more, but was using his gut as a defensive extension of his body that everyone was unprepared for. His belly was packed firm so it didn’t jiggle as much as everyone would think, then when defending, he would still spin with ease or get in close and press his belly either in back or in front of the person he was guarding against. He rubbed his gut while he waited for a foul shot and during a timeout where he held the ball close, the team couldn’t help but notice that his gut was beginning to take on a familiar size as the ball but still not quite the same size as the basketball. None of this stopped Aomine from trouncing the team as usual as they practiced.

Once he was done, Sakurai had to wait for Aomine to finish his bag of Teriyaki burgers before he would move onto his bentos. Aomine moaned through his eating, using a free hand to massage the sides of his swollen abdomen to stop cramps but never missing a beat as he stuffed more and more into his waiting maw. He gulped down a whole bottle of Pocari Sweat without even stopping to breathe, then started to tear into Sakurai’s bentos.

The whole time, Sakurai watched as with each swallow Aomine took, his belly would round out even more, even being forced to round out the sides of his waist in the front as he forced more food into himself. “Ooofff, man I’m getting fucking big….urppp…” Aomine let out as he finished the last of Sakurai’s bentos and rubbed his belly the whole swell of his tummy. He lifted up his jersey to expose his tummy, leaning back. “What do you think Ryo? It’s getting pretty round right?” Aomine asked, giving Sakurai a side eyed glance but never stopped to rub his bloat with his hand.

“Why are you doing this? This is going really overboard! I mean look at you, I didn’t think you could even play with how much you have been eating,” Sakurai pleaded, trying to knock some sense into Aomine to stop his binging. Aomine only smirked again and proceeded to ignore Sakurai at the same time. “Ryo, I think your food is some of the best of the day. I definitely can’t miss that. Eat so much that I can’t practice…*hic*” he said letting his voice trail off. Sakurai had a very bad feeling about that comment.

His bad feeling was confirmed when the next day, Aomine had actually beaten the rest of the team to the gym but it was obvious that it wouldn’t matter. The scowl on Coach Harasawa’s as well as the worried look on Momoi’s face usually would be the first sign of trouble. At least it would be if it wasn’t for Aomine propped up against the wall with his belly in his lap, his gut now fully exposed as Momoi brought him another plate full of food.

“Ah man this is great. Satsuki, why don’t you massage my gut for me. *hic*” he said as his whole belly seemed to bounce with his hiccup. Still looking worried, she went in front of his large bloated gut and used both hands to start to rub, using her thumbs to try to dig into Aomine’s swell. He moaned a little but started to eat from the plate of food she had just brought.

“So you’re doing this to gain muscle? I know you’ve wanted to bulk but this seems a little extreme. And Harasawa-sensei doesn’t seem very happy,” she asked as she let her hands knead through the hard surface. “Oh yeah right there, that’s the spot. I needed that if I’m going to pack more away,” he said letting his head go back a moment to let the pleasure of the massage go through him. “But yeah something like that. I feel like testing how much I can eat and I don’t feel like stopping.”

Sakurai came over a little concerned at seeing Aomine so bloated but still eating. Aomine continued, “I don’t know why, but I just felt like seeing if I could keep eating until I couldn’t play.” he said louder, then smirked and gave Sakurai a wink that Momoi didn’t seem to notice. Aomine stared right at Sakurai and started to poke at his bloat and squirmed a little back and forth under Momoi’s care.

Sakurai paled a little when he realized that his words were being thrown in his face. The whole time Sakurai and the rest of the team by the slowly growing Aomine in the corner, never taking a break more than a few minutes from eating while he watched and yelled at how they were playing. It was hard to understand since 90% of the time, the bluenette had his mouth full of food.

Finally, practice was over and Sakurai came over to Aomine. “Man this fucker is packed and heavy…” Aomine said with a wince. Instead of trying to get up like Sakurai thought, Aomine instead laid down on his back and let his belly sure high into the air. “Ryo, where are those bentos? I’m waiting,” he stated. He said it in that strange area that’s in the middle of a statement and a demand but Sakurai knew that it was a demand. He brought them over and was about to give them over to the Generation of Miracles member when Aomine stopped him. “I’m tired. Feed them to me,” he stated then opened his mouth. Sakurai meeped and quickly got out the bentos.

On his back, the difference between Aomine’s muscular frame and the magnificently swelled belly was even more pronounced. It rose from the rest of his body like a ball. With every attempt at respiration, the gut would rise and fall, swelling and declining as his body attempted to handle all that he had shoved into it. Though he didn’t say anything, Sakurai noticed with a blush that Aomine must be enjoying this more than he let on. For while his basketball shorts were pulled low to handle his belly, his large erection was still tenting his shorts for all those around who were down that side of the court. But Aomine didn’t care. Instead he just eagerly ate up every spoonful that Sakurai feed him, bit by bit. His gut groaned and gurgled as it tried to handle all that the teen was shoving into it but Aomine continued on unabated.

“Well you seem to be enjoying yourself…” Sakurai commented as he fed Aomine his fourth bento. Aomine showed his agreement by making his cock twitch. “You know I am. The only one that can out eat me is me,” Aomine retorted with a soft burp. “You really need to stop this!” Sakurai pleaded getting more and more frustrated. “This can’t be healthy! It looks like you swallowed something whole in there!” Sakurai said taking the opportunity to palm Aomine’s belly like he would a basketball and shaking it a little. He was shocked that he did that and blushed immediately, already struck by thoughts of how both soft Aomine’s skin was and how stretched and firm his gut was. Then he proceeded to panic at what he did.

He gave a worried glance over to Aomine to see his reaction. The Bluenette eyes met his with narrowed eyes in an intense glare. Just when Sakurai was going to flail and prostrate himself and beg for forgiveness, likely over Aomine’s belly; Aomine’s expression changed to the smirk. “Pretty awesome huh? It’s nice and tight,” Aomine said proud of himself. Aomine looked down at himself and his belly. “Hmmm… not quite yet that big but I’ll see what I can do.”

Then he rolled over a little, and flopped his body on top of Sakurai. He laughed hard, making his belly jump a little. “S-so heavy!” Sakurai said trying to get out from underneath Aomine’s bulk. “Momoi! Time for dessert! Where’s that watermelon?” he cried out to the team manager. Sakurai had to spend the next few minutes trapped under Aomine’s belly.

Sakurai dreaded going to practice all day, thinking about what state Aomine might end up in by the time practice started. He had had night sweats the night before, strangely turned on by feeding Aomine and then being having Aomine’s heavy belly on top of him. He shook his head trying to get the thoughts out of his head, even if they already left him half hard. Sakurai even prepared an extra bento for him… just in case.

It was much to Sakurai’s relief and disappointment that when he showed up to practice, Aomine was nowhere to be seen. He was a little surprised that Aomine wouldn’t show up considering his stubbornness as he had grown over the last few days. One would think that after his gratuitous display of gluttony and not seeming to care, that nothing would stop him from arriving. Especially considering how much said glutton professed to love Sakurai’s bentos. That latter statement made it odd that Aomine wasn’t there.

“Has anyone seen Aomine today? I know he’s been acting…weird but still weird for him to miss practice lately,” Sakurai asked outloud to the team members. “Did the fatass finally decide he ate himself sick?” “I wouldn’t be surprised, you saw him yesterday. It was kind of scary!” “Didn’t he call in sick? Better talk to Momoi,” various team members commented.

“Oh Aomine-kun? He called a bit ago to say he was too sick and had trouble leaving the house. It was weird that he said that and then let out big belch over the phone. I assume all his strange eating finally got to him, though who knows with Aomine. He could be staying home to play video games and read porn mags for all I know,” Momoi said as she walked away, the last part of the sentence muttered under her breath.

Sakurai thought back to what Aomine had said the day before, that is before Aomine had rolled on him and ate the watermelon. That’s when he realized what he had said to Aomine. Hands flew to his mouth in shock to cover the maker of the offending statements. The ace had taken his cues from Sakurai’s statements the whole week and considering what he had just said the day before…Sakurai’s anxiety for the whole situation amped up as he realized he need to check on the “sick” player.

“I’m going to go check on Aomine! I still got to bring him his bentos. BYE!” He shouted back at the team as he left before practice was over. Sakurai ran over to Aomine’s house as quickly as he could and knocked on the door. He waited but no one came to the door. He listened to see if he could hear anything. He put an ear up to the door and heard Aomine’s voice. First was moaning a bit in pain, then huffing a little short of breath, then Aomine panting “You heavy fucker…*urp* Now that was a meal…ooffff….hey stop that….*hurk*…I may have eaten too much…URRRRRRPPP” Sakurai was a bit panicked, and was thankful when he found the front door still unlocked. He looked around Aomine’s house for a moment, not finding the source of his protests until he went around to the kitchen and found Aomine on the floor on his back. That already would be a cause for concern. But the reality of the situation was much worse.

Aomine Daiki was on his back with only his boxers on, knees bent, surrounded by empty food containers, a few pizza boxes, and was still in the middle of downing a gallon of milk from his milk mustache and open container near him. The biggest issue was his belly. It was now massive, jutting out from the rest of his torso, swollen out like a beachball that took up his entire lap. Sakurai could hear Aomine’s stomach gurgle and glorp as it tried to contain his meal. But the thing that caught Sakurai’s eye, the thing that matched what he had just heard, and the thing he was worried his complaining yesterday had provoked was when he noticed that the belly slightly moved on its own.

“You didn’t…” He asked almost rhetorically. That’s when he spied a pile of clothes near the front door that definitely were not Aomine’s. If he was quiet he could almost hear muffled protests from the belly as he got near. Aomine didn’t even say anything, instead just grinned back at Sakurai with a look that said, “You’re dang right I did,” then rubbed his belly as his body was wracked with a powerful hiccup.

“That shit head Haizaki. He deserved it,” Aomine said answering the question Sakurai was about to ask. “Tasted like it too. Had to wash him down with something,” he said taking a large swig of the milk. Sakurai tried to back away, but instead tripped on a food container and fell on his butt. That was the signal that Aomine needed. With an “Ooooff dammit this thing is getting heavy,” Aomine rotated off of of his back and slid his belly to the side, then underneath him, letting his heavy belly sag and occasionally drag against the cold ground as he approached Sakurai while on all fours. Sakurai tried to get away but the wall behind him prevented him from using his legs to put some distance between them.

Instead Aomine got close to Sakurai, near enough to feel his breath on his neck and his belly begin to fill his lap. “I hope you brought bentos. I’m suddenly hungry.” “Y-YES! ONE SECOND!” Sakurai exclaimed as he tried to grab the bentos out of his bag while not losing eye contact with Aomine and his belly drooping down into his lap and his now awkward erection. Aomine tore into them, even turning them over and dumping the contents directly into his mouth. He did that repeated, shoving the boxes to the side as he ate.

Sakurai was finally able to get to his feet now that Aomine was busy eating again. But as he tried to get away from Aomine, he wasn’t able to turn his gaze away from watching the massively bloated man. Aomine burped again, and then grimaced at his belly for a moment. He grabbed onto the countertop and used it as a brace to help himself get to his feet, his belly hanging even lower as he got to his feet and helped it to bring the rest of his torso up. Finally back to his feet, Aomine shifted himself a bit to try to prop up his belly, and it only served to jut it out even more. He waddled towards Sakurai like a lion stalking its prey.

“Sakurai…How am I doing *hic* now? Do I look big enough now? Do I still need to *urp* stop? I feel like I’m about to burst…” He said getting closer and closer until the last line when he then pinned Sakurai against the wall with his belly. He pushed it in a little more, even allowing Sakurai to feel Aomine’s erection underneath, and what Sakurai had to awkwardly admit, his own erection being pressed against by the bloated belly. “How about we call for some delivery. I think I could still use some dessert. It’s time we both worked off this,” he gestured to his gut by thrusting it into Sakurai again and then gyrating his hips. “That is unless I’m feeling like breakfast in bed,” he said licking the side of Sakurai’s cheeks. “I could make you some bentos again in the morning?” Sakurai let out with a whimper, both scared and immensely turned on. “I always have room to grow for you and your cooking,” Aomine said with a smirk.

A quick commission sketch of Britain from Hetalia all stuffed and unable to tie his waiter's apron. Poor thing's flustered too. This was my first non-full colour commission <3

Ryuji Sakamoto - P5 Headcanons:

@zombie-husky-blog Hit me up to discuss some belly canons for Ryuji Sakamoto from Persona 5 and because Ryuji is my second fave in that series I felt like I could give a somewhat detailed response to his eating habits and Stuffing ideas. I hope this is to your liking, got vore canons for him on the way too ^_^ Eating habits: I picture Ryuji as a sort of messy eater. The type that may occasionally make that irritating lip-smacking sound as he’s eating whilst the crumbs fly every which way. Attractive? Possibly. He would also be the type to talk while his mouth is full unless told otherwise to stop. I imagine him scarfing down large quantities from fairly large portions all at once allowing for some fairly deep and vocal chomping and gulping sounds. The teen wouldn’t be totally without manners however, I feel he’d offer to share his food at least. Stuffing: When it comes to stuffing, Ryuji would totally be the type to consume waaaaay more than necessary, too focused on the delicious taste of his meal to feel the increasing weight in his stomach. This would definitely leave him fit to burst and regretting prior actions. I believe that there is evidence of this in the Persona 5 game when he and a few other characters eat a ton at a buffet. Sadly there is no belly art of this scene but he is vocal about his fullness if I remember correctly. Ryuji would likely notice his indulgence at the point of his belt pressing tightly into his bloated belly. A wince, a shrug and a loosening of the offending belt would be all that was needed for him to continue his binge. A simple tight belt could not be considered a warning.The teen’s stomach can probably stretch to a decent size, possibly enough to be able to flop out into his lap to sit on his legs, his shirt riding up in the process to reveal a soft navel. His belches would be loud, guttural and un-stifled. It’s hard to say however how embarrassed he would be by this, perhaps it depends on the company at the time. In front of joker for example I doubt he’d allow such a badass belch to hinder his pride on the matter. “Oouuuuuuurrrrrp! Dude!  Did ya hear that? That was awesome am I right?”A quote somewhere along those lines only to be followed up with: “Oh man….I’m so stuffed~ “The resolution? A kneading of palms and digging fingers pushing circular-ish motions into the taut stomach would be employed. All the while Ryuji would complain about the full feeling, a queasiness threatening the contents of his gut. I’d say his stomach’s digestion would be medium to fairly loud, enough for people around him to be able to hear at least. Ryuji would meet this dilemma with a nervous, sheepish grin and mumble an apology.