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

Missuscupcake: what are your major kinks, if any? since i notice you just mostly write for people
azureangelic: umm
azureangelic: stuffing, weight gain, tummy noise, light slob, burps (usually combined with stuffing), generally things having to do with stuffing and wg
Missuscupcake: sounds perfect haha
azureangelic: i mean generally speaking if it involves plumpness, food and/or blorpiness then its probably my fetish
Missuscupcake: oh gosh
azureangelic: give or take literally anything else
Missuscupcake: i just... really like tummy noises and burps. stuffing and weight gain for def. i never really go above 200 lbs for whatever reason. i suppose i'd be willing to try anything though
azureangelic: ooh
azureangelic: yeah actually the friend i did anxiety for
azureangelic: shes huge on tummy noise and burps and stuffing but not into fat boys at all
azureangelic: so i definitely know what sort of vibe you're going for
Missuscupcake: oh gosh
Missuscupcake: yeah... i don't know. skinny ass boys with a full tummy oh my god
Missuscupcake: that's pretty much perfect
azureangelic: just take some rail-thin boy with nothing better to do and give him an excess supply of junk food and soda until he's sprawled out on the couch, fingers barely able to dig into the tight, swollen curve of his distended belly, the veritable tank of crunchy chips and sugary treats churning within as he rolls left and right and groans in utter discomfort, the movement causing the fizzy cola used to wash down the buffet of candy to gurgle and bubble until he slides his fingertips under the swell of his gut, poking and prodding at the pained underside of his rock-solid boulder of a belly and forcing out a painfully loud belch that starts out airy but quickly turns deep and brassy when the carbonation seizes the chance to escape the hot depths of his apparently-not-quite-bottomless gullet
Missuscupcake: i'm nearly in tears this is so perfect
azureangelic: (also get used to this i have a horrible tendency to randomly eject drag-on paragraphs of kink indulgence)
Missuscupcake: (aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah it's amazing and i love you for it ; ^ ; )
azureangelic: (<3)
Missuscupcake: things like that drive me wild. just thinking about a boy whose stuffed himself stupid, or maybe somebody else did the work for him, just sitting in his chair and looking down at himself in disbelief because holy shit how did I eat that much? and he rubs his stomach, feeling how hard and hot the surface is, and he can feel the movement beneath his skin as his stomach burbles and protests and it takes way too long for a loud belch to rise up and finally give him some relief but it still isn't enough and his stomach just groans louder and it gets more painful.
Missuscupcake: having someone else coax the belches up is always delightful
azureangelic: back
azureangelic: and yes i agree
azureangelic: the best part is how normally they're so lithe but once they start eating and don't stop they just fill up so fast, the food being compressed tighter and tighter in their stomach until by the time they're done their midriff is so packed full it's almost weighing them down as they struggle to get out of their chair and their partner affectionately slides one hand under their shirt, fingers and thumb brushing the aching, burbling skin as they coo in pride at their dutiful boy's work and give the poor tummy a gentle squeeze that sends a sharp yet warm spike of pleasurable pain through their torso and dislodges another wet belch
Missuscupcake: and the partner is just so proud and surprised by the size of the belly and how the shirt can barely contain its girth that they can't resist running their hands over it, prompting more quiet belches from the overly stuffed boy and the partner grins and kisses the side of the full one's mouth so when he belches again he can hear it, wet and loud in his ear, and feel the hot air against the shell of his ear.
azureangelic: of course theres always his reaction
azureangelic: maybe he shies away from the contact, embarassed at how much he's eaten, squirming as his shirt rides up his midriff and exposes more delicious flesh for his partner to gently touch and fondle, face turning red as a sudden hiccup is followed up by a surprisingly potent burp and a mumbling apology as he tries to hide both the bulge in his gut and the bulge in his pants
Missuscupcake: oh gosh
azureangelic: maybe he embraces it, leaning back and lifting his thin t-shirt up to give his partner unrestricted access to his globular gut, weakly bragging as they gently caress the surface and he leans back against the countertop, pausing only to pull his awe-struck xfriend up for a teasing kiss before cutting it off with a firm slap to his own stomach, a dull, sloshing thump audible before a loud rush of gas parts his lips into their face shamelessly and a playful grin afterwards at how easily he can rile up his partner (even if it does hurt a little, it's totally worth it)
Missuscupcake: oh gosh. both are perfect. i can never choose between resistance or acceptance
azureangelic: why not both
azureangelic: handsome ultrafast-metabolism'd boy gets into a relationship with a shyer, marginally younger guy, driving him crazy by gorging himself whenever possible only to turn the tables when he elast expects it and bask in the shy boy's flustered arousal at his own unexpected gluttony
azureangelic: sure its stereotypical but fuck the police
Missuscupcake: mutual is amazing :3
Missuscupcake: i mean, god, when one's gaining, it's kinda hard for the other one not to
azureangelic: indeed
azureangelic: also if you're into the sexytimes aspect its always fun to watch them struggle to add a generous helping of their partner's sex on top of the already belt-busting feast churning around in their overstimulated belly
Missuscupcake: god trust me that's a favorite of mine
azureangelic: maybe a little bit of foreplay to ease out enough gas to free up room for something special~
Missuscupcake: because their stomach is already aching and full and groaning and just adding that last bit and having it trickle between all the nooks and crannies of half digested food and practically watch their stomach balloon out another half inch or so because of it and ugh
azureangelic: every millimeter feels twice as strained as the last but hell if it doesn't only increase their arousal
azureangelic: especially on the nights when they're both full to bursting and any attempt at sex devolves into mindless gut-on-gut grinding interspersed with kiss-breaking belches
Missuscupcake: and they're both impossibly full and their stomachs are so hot because they're pressing and rubbing together and they can't tell if that's more stimulating than their dicks rubbing against each other but it doesn't matter because it all feels so good. and they try to kiss, the act sloppy and wet as they pant, and their heavy breathing is just sucking more air into their guts so they let out loud, brassy belches, sometimes even in unison
azureangelic: by the time it ends they've both blown their loads a few times just from the sensations of their aching, groaning stomachs, and whichever of them happened to end up biggest that particular night slumps over their partner, warm flesh on flesh lulling them both to asleep admist the energetic rumblings of their digestions
Missuscupcake: gosh
azureangelic: its not very surprising when they start to find a layer of soft, inviting pudge blubbing over their waistbands, even when they gorge themselves into a stupor
Missuscupcake: that's the best. they would tease each other about it and pinch and poke and promise that maybe someday they'll go on a diet together, probably while they're sitting at a buffet for irony's sake
azureangelic: or rather it would had their nights not ended in one immobolized on the bed groaning and belching in response to their partner alternating between worshipping their quaking, tight, heavy, solid stomach with both hands and lips and indulging in a little treat themselves a bit farther down
Missuscupcake: ugh
Missuscupcake: and I'd imagine that the shier of the two is the one who gains more weight faster, and he'd be so utterly embarrassed by it
azureangelic: totally
azureangelic: he tries to wear longer shirt and heavier coats and his partner wastes no time in rather vocally expressing how much he eats at diners and tugging his shirt up to give his full gut a proud slap to watch him blush and squirm
Missuscupcake: and he would whine and insist that he hated it, so the braver of the two would have to prove it to him how much he really likes it. i imagine that the shy one would be a little butterball and really worrying about himself, so the other takes all the opportunity in the world to pinch at his love handles and prod his soft chest. he would absolutely gorge himself just so that he can press his overstuffed stomach against the shy one's fat gut and feel himself sinking into it.
azureangelic: the only thing better than hugging his blubbery friend into his own stiffly overtaxed midriff is doing the same from behind, feeling his slowly-growing asscheeks press against his hips as his hands snake around his boyfriend's girth to squeeze at his moobs and grip his lovehandles, jiggling them firmly despite a weak protest and a powerful belch from the flustered fatty
Missuscupcake: and he would degenerate into a slew of apologies mixed with hiccups and smaller, less powerful burps accented by his partner rubbing his hips and hot, stuffed belly against his back, shaking the fatty a bit with each little teasing thrust, and he would just laugh and let out his own belch, louder and longer, making sure it sounds raunchy and wet just to fluster the other, right in his ear
azureangelic: he would tease his little butterball about how even though he's the small one he can still burp so much better, hands sliding over the plump, swollen belly and digging into every forming roll and flubby crevice until they find themselves against the wall, the confident of the pair spinning their partner around and leaning towards them to give them a teasing kiss only for his weight on the wobbly tummy to force up a truly monumental explosion of a belch that drags on for almost three seconds and leaves the shy boy a red-faced stammering overly-apologetic blob of jiggling pale flesh and his tightly stuffed partner feeling an undescribable wave of sudden arousal