azure/missus: unid'd male/male stuffing burping sex

Missuscupcake: i imagined a nice little scene kinda at the beginning of them getting into the whole stuffing thing. it's just after they're done at a buffet, and they're sitting in their car. the brave one has to push his seat all the way back so his belly doesn't hit the steering wheel, and the shy one is sitting there moaning and rubbing his incredibly bloated tummy and he complains about it hurting really bad and the brave one can hear it grumbling and blorping  all the way from his seat. and he notices that the shy one hasn't burped or anything, so he tells him to, but he gets all flustered and refuses to because that's gross and embbarrassing. so the brave one ends up leaning across the car and presses on his belly as hard as he can, and they both can hear his stomach squeel as the air moves and it forces up a tremendous belch that lasts for at least five seconds (all of which he's trying to apologize during, just forcing more air out)

azureangelic: and as soon as it ends hes sputtering and stammering and his partner just waits for him to quiet down before telling him that it was both incredible and hot as fuck, to which the swollen boy just kind of starts incredeously and denies it; after a few minutes of was so-was not arguing between the two the more confident boy reaches over, grabs his partner by the collar and jerks him toward himself for what seems to be a kiss until he abruptly breaks it off and lets loose a less remarkable yet still hearty belch into his face, the smell of cheap buffet food flooding the shy boy's face as he pulls away coughing; before he can properly respond, his partner's laughing fondly at him, teasing him about how he's in denial of his own kinks as evident by the rapidly-stiffening bulge in his jeans at the gaseous assault

Missuscupcake: and the shy one would whine and say that it wasn't fair and he was expecting a kiss not a disgusting burp even as another small one escapes his throat and he would pout and try to turn away from the brave one, his overstuffed gut shifting and groaning loudly at the disturbance. so the brave one would practically crawl over him to palm at his jeans, feeling at his bulge and teasing him about it endlessly

azureangelic: it seems a bit silly in retrospect, two overstuffed boys trying to crawl over both their noisily-groaning tummies and the junk in the car to try and grope one another, the braver one playfully coaxing out louder and wetter belches as his gorged friend and his stomach whined and bubbled pitifully yet helplessly aroused by his fullness, but he probably wasn't in any state to try to drive with a monster of a belly pressing against the steering wheel, firm pale expanse rock-solid and aching dully yet pleasantly

Missuscupcake: mm. eventually the shy one would try to get back at him, but the effect wasn't exactly the same. the brave one was proud of his belly, and even more proud of the obscene noise that he was making because of it. his belches were loud and hot and long, and he was doing it on purpose just to fluster his buddy, grinning at him the entire time

azureangelic: by the time their overwhelming fullness was beginning to subside the meek boy had what he could grasp of his friend's gut in both hands, fingers digging into the sides of the protruding potbelly and thumbs pressing down into his navel, the indent looking shallow and stretched from how far his gluttony had pushed it out; as he carefully yet firmly gripped the squelching, blurbling mound, he both heard and felt a groaning, grinding bubble of gas emerge from the deepest depths of the warm, nearly-bursting stomach, pulsing through the digesting mass with painful, low grumbling and higher-pitched airy splushing until it finally made it's laborous ascent up his still-lithe chest and tapered throat. of course, even with the air escaping, the brave ex-little pig of a boy wasn't content, and he forced the unborn burp back down, cheeks puffing up as he held out as long as he could against his boyfriend's tightly gripping fingers until the proverbial dam burst and an abymsally low, body-wracking, utterly obscene belch erupted forcefully from his mouth, dragging on several seconds and leaving the sole witness, his dear partner, staring in shock and all-consuming undeniable lust

Missuscupcake: and at this point the shy boy doesn't know what to do with himself. he just stares for the longest time before practically throwing himself at his partner in the wettest, sloppiest kiss that the two have shared. their bellies rub against each other, two hot, full to bursting masses of taunt flesh, the undeniably loud grumbling and sloshing working together to form one loud symphony of indegestion, their stomachs working louder than both boys can moan as they grind against each other in the small confines of the car.

azureangelic: the weight of his partner's full gut on his own is enough to work out a few smaller, wetter belches from the confident boy, each flowing into his partner's face and increasing the arousal further. by this point they're in full make-out mode, strings of saliva dripping from between their lisp as they hastily grab what the can of the other's lithe body and bulging gut, revelling in the gas forced out by their labor, both slick with sweat as their glorping, burbling, overstimulated midriffs slide and grind against the others' almost as hard as their erections are grinding the fabric of their jeans, until they find themselves tangled in an exhausted, oversexed, overfed cuddle-pile of tightly-clenching limbs and aching reddened potbellies that cry out for attention with sickeningly wet sloshes, churns and splushes

Missuscupcake: the problem, of course, is getting home like this. forcing themselves apart eventually, still panting and hiccuping. both of their bellies are no quieter than before, of course, which just adds to the sex fueled tension, and they know that they need to get home. unfortunately both of them are completely useless in this small car, and with as big as their bellies are the braver of the two can't even ask for a blowjob while he drives, so instead his focus turns to getting home as quickly as possible so that they can both relieve themselves in a more comfortable enviornment

azureangelic: as soon as they pull into the driveway he's opening the door and squeezing himself out of his seat with a grunt, looking back and noticing his partner clutching his belly and slowly reaching for the handle on the door. by the time he managed to get it open, the confident boy had waddled around the car, leaning back to accomodate for his swollen center of gravity, stretching an arm out to try and hoist the shyer of the two up. by the time they're both standing, they're panting from exertion, shirts riding up and taut bellies pressing against one another despite the normally-large-enough distance between them, and they take a moment to glance at each other's bloated body before they head back into the house, urged by both their lingering arousal and the nip of the cold night air on their exposed tummies

Missuscupcake: sex is interesting like this. it isn't the first time that they've tried, but they still aren't sure how to go about it. they roll around together, stomachs burbling unhappily, trying to find a position that will work. shy one usually bottoms, but he's uncomfortable with how much pressure is on his gut that way, and with him on top, they can't quite make it work. so they roll around uselessly and end up laughing at each other more than actually fucking until they finally figure it out

azureangelic: once they do figure it out, they find sex to be both harder and better with the addition of a pair of blorping, ballooning bellies, every thrust putting more pressure on their midriffs and elicting another series of grumbling blorps and slorches that are audible even over their gasping, moaning and keening; it doesn't take long for them both to come with a night of arousal and eating behind them, but the moment sex ends they waste no time in changing from furious procreation to coddling, kissing, licking and rubbing one another's swollen midriffs. despite the time they had to digest, the shyer of the two still looks six months pregnant from his bloating, and as he feels the wet, probing tongue of his boyfriend licking around his tenderly taut skin, he arches his back and groans openly, still-erect bulge twitching as his aching, throbbing gut is gently caressed and nursed by the less swollen yet still bulging boy

Missuscupcake: and of course the brave one can't help teasing his partner a bit. he'd nip and suckle at the tender underside of his gut, running his tongue up the peak of his swollen tummy, and pull back suddenly to give it a hearty slap on both sides, forcing up a twisting, almost sickly belch from the shy boy, who whines and tries to slap at the brave one weakly, twisting away from him and declaring the session over with a pout

azureangelic: as much as he argues against his friend's slapping he wastes no time in snuggling up to him, pressing his ear against his chest to listen to both his breathing and the weaker gurgling and sloshing, and his more provacitive partner is more than ok to let his well-fed boyfriend lie against him and let the cacophony of bubbling and sloshing lull them both to sleep