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ruelpsen · 2 years

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Ruelpsen Writes #5: Belching Buddies

Finally got around to a little more writing. An A and B scenario I’ve been kicking around for a while, featuring burping, stuffing, gender-neutral characters, a college setting, and some nsfw. As always, let me know what you think!

A had spent all day getting settled in their new room. They’d only moved into their dorm the previous evening, leaving all but the bare essentials in boxes and bags. With as much stuff as they had, it took some time to get everything straightened out- but at the end of the day, they were satisfied with how their dorm room was looking. Having worked hard, and feeling the need for a treat, A decided to order takeout so they would’t have to take a long walk over to the dining hall. A took out their phone and paused a moment to think about what they might order. Burgers? Chinese? Wings? They settled on a huge supreme pizza from the pizzeria near campus, with a large soda and some breadsticks. A truly enjoyed stuffing themself silly when they had the chance. And this year, not having a roommate would give them more chances for that than ever before!

A was hungrily tearing into their pizza after it arrived, totally engrossed by the deliciousness of it. They’d already polished off the breadsticks, which led to them feeling incredibly stuffed by the time they’d finished only half of the pizza. But they were determined, and used intermittent swigs of soda to belch and free up more room.

Yet as they ate and drank and burped, they became aware of a sound that seemed to be coming from their neighbor’s room. It sounded like burping. Not just loud burps, but deep, guttural, utterly sensual and satisfying belches. A thought they were hearing things the first time one sounded. But as the minutes passed, they realized it was coming from the other side of their dorm room’s wall. A started to wonder if whoever this neighbor was could hear their own pizza- and soda-fueled burps. They blushed at the thought of it. Imagining someone hearing them indulge themself, crassly belching without a care in the world, was seriously starting to turn them on. And, they figured, it might be worth getting to know somebody else who’s clearly good at belching...

The next thing A knew, they were outside their new neighbor’s door. They had already knocked by the time they realized they had no idea what they were going to say. What would they even say in a situation like this? “Hi, I’m A, I think I heard you belching and I wanted to say you sounded great”?

Before they had time to really think things through, the door opened... and there stood B, a two liter soda bottle in hand. A recognized them from one of the previous year’s classes, but felt extra-shy when they realized they’d never really interacted before.

“Uh... hey,” A started. “I’m A, your new neighbor. I just wanted to uh, say hi...”

“So I heard,” B interjected cockily. “These walls are thin, you know.”

A could feel their face turn beet red.

“...I gotta say, you’re quite the burper.”

If A’s face could’ve gotten any redder, it would’ve.

“S... same goes to you,” they said, burying their face in their hands.

“Hey, no need to be embarrassed now,” B said reassuringly. “I really mean what I said, and...”

B trailed off, putting up a finger. They belched long and low into their other hand before continuing.

“...and thanks, by the way.”

A had never felt so turned on in their entire life. They hoped it didn’t show. Or, at least, not yet. But their arousal could only grow as they felt another burp quickly rise from the depths of their own stomach. Before they could fully process it, a quick but hearty belch exploded from their mouth. They shot a quick glance at B just to see their reaction. B seemed to be gazing at them in wonder.

“If I had to guess, you’re working on dinner,” they said. “That happened to be just what I was doing over here. Care to join me?”

A could only nod sheepishly, before slinking off to their room to grab the remaining pizza and soda. B could only smile when they returned, eagerly eyeing A’s pick of food. B, lacking a couch or any other particularly comfortable place to sit, ushered A over to their bed. B had their own pizza and soda sitting on their desk, grabbing both before sitting down next to the still-shy A. Both of them, having had a little time to simply digest, felt ready to tear into their food again.

“So... judging by the fact you’ve got half of the biggest pizza in town in front of you... you sure like to eat, don’t you?” B asked between bites.

“Yeah,” A said. They knew what B was trying to ask, but too hesitant to say upfront. But thankfully, A was starting to relax and felt ready to get straight to the point. “I’m into stuffing, if that’s what you’re after.”

“Hell fucking yes,” B said. “I mean, that’s cool. Especially because I am-”

B paused suddenly. A could feel their own arousal build further, fully aware of what was about to happen. B’s stomach gurgled loudly, followed by a loud, deep, rumbling belch.

“Fuck, that was hot,” A mumbled.

“What was that?” B asked. A hadn’t even realized they’d said that out loud.

“Oh, I...”

“You find belching hot too, don’t you?” B teased.

A’s response? With a pat of their stuffed stomach, a long, hearty belch of their own.

“Yeah, you’re definitely who I was hearing before,” B grinned. A’s face once again went beet red. “Man, am I glad you came by. I knew I had to meet you from the first time I heard you belch.”

“Then that means we uuuuUUUORP!!! -feel the same,” A replied, interrupted by their own forceful little burp. “Oof, that felt good. I didn’t know how long it would take to meet someone else like me.”

“Well, you came to the right place...”

Right as B trailed off again, A could feel another gas bubble rising in their own throat. Both A and B’s heads jerked back as they released equally impressive belches, deep and full and about seven seconds each. When it was over, A and B looked at each other, laughing a bit before reverting to blushing and beaming.

“Fuck, that was...”

“The hottest- buuuUURP- damn thing.”

With that, they both knew this was going to be the start of something wonderful.

#burp #burping #burp kink #eructo #eructophilia #stuffing #stuffing kink #not sfw #ruelpsen writes

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ruelpsen · 4 years

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when a feedee’s clothes are so tight after a stuffing that the pressure keeps making them burp

My feedee sat back in their chair, simply too stuffed to move. I loved to give them a good challenge now and then by making more food for them than I thought they could eat in one sitting- but even this time, when I’d made more than they had ever eaten in one sitting before, I was somewhat shocked that they’d managed to finish it all. Their poor clothes looked just about ready to give, clinging tight to their wearer, putting considerable pressure on their stuffed midsection. As a result, burp after burp trailed out of my feedee, bringing them considerable pleasure amidst their fullness.

“Thank youuUUURRRP so much for such a lovely dinner!” they managed, pressing their fist to their mouth as they burped. Damn, was this hot. I offered to help them to the couch for some quality cuddles. They happily obliged, belching loudly as I helped them to their feet and over to the couch. Tonight, instead of rubbing their belly as I normally would, I decided to let their tight clothes do the work for me. My, what a sound and sight it proved to be!

#ask #answered #anon #burping #burp kink #eructo #eructophilia #ruelpsen writes

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ruelpsen · 4 years

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Ruelpsen Writes #4: In Dreams

Sorry it’s taken me so long to write up anything lately. Hopefully this will give me a good start on turning that around...

Anyway, this one’s fairly short and is based on a dream I had that I made a post about a few months ago. First person perspective, male partner, primarily covering stuffing and burping. Enjoy! And as always, feedback is appreciated.

I was too deeply asleep to hear his key in the lock. My partner had a habit of coming in quietly after getting home from work, so this was nothing unusual. What would prove to be unusual, however, was the scene that followed... after about an hour more of sleep for me, that is.

I’m not totally sure what it was that stirred me awake. Could’ve been a mosquito, feeling too cold, a regular twinge of pain somewhere in my tired body- but ultimately, whatever it was didn’t matter. But as I began to come to my senses, I heard something odd downstairs. It sounded like a groan. Probably just my partner, I reasoned, seeing as he was not yet in bed beside me. I checked my watch. It was 3:16 in the morning, and normally he’d be beside me by now. I decided it best to get up and go down to see what the matter was with him.

What a sight there was to behold as soon as I’d made it downstairs and into the living room. There he was sprawled out on the couch, a bag of chips still in hand as he groaned from how full he was.

“My, my... what have we here?” I asked in a slightly teasing manner. He tried to sigh before replying, only succeeding in pushing a little air out due to how incredibly overstuffed he was, chasing it up with a very quiet burp.

“I...” he trailed off, groaning again. I approached him, hands on my hips as I maintained my semi-sweet, semi-sultry demeanor.

“How much did you eat, my big boy?” I asked. “Answer me.” He pointed towards the kitchen.

“See for yourself,” he huffed.

So I did. My jaw dropped as soon as I saw what a mess he’d made of the kitchen. The fridge door was left wide open, and there were empty Tupperware containers and food wrappers everywhere. I was somewhat amazed that he’d managed to do such damage without waking me. I took a closer look at the fridge and found that he’d eaten all the remaining leftovers from the last few night’s dinners, among other things. That alone was a lot of food- and to think he’d clearly put a serious dent in our ice cream supply as well...

Needless to say, I was thoroughly impressed. The poor guy was stuffed as could be and likely suffering for it. Least I could do was help him out a bit. I went back to the living room, dropping any remaining desire to tease him for his gluttony. I looked down on him as he continued to groan and took pity.

“Darling?” I asked. “Do you want some help with how you’re feeling? I saw how much you ate out there. I’m impressed, but I can only imagine how full you feel...”

“Please do,” he whimpered. I sat down on the couch, laying his upper body in my lap. Carefully I began to run the tips of my fingers along his taut belly, pressing gently every so often to try and find those pesky air bubbles that were only adding to his pain.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me good morning?” I asked. I lowered my head to his. Right as our lips touched, I pressed down more firmly on his stomach. I could hear a burp begin to slide its way up his throat. He immediately turned his head and belched into my ear. It was short yet deep, with a decent amount of heft behind it.

“What did you think would happen there?” he asked me. “Are you trying to get me to burp in your mouth?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Oh. Uh... Not sure how I feel about doing that. Even if you like it, it just sounds... gross.”

“That’s okay,” I said. “I understand. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to, okay?”

“Thank you. Sorry if I disappointed you there.”

“No, no, don’t worry! I would much rather keep you comfortable than indulge myself a little, you know. Now let’s keep working those burps out, shall we?”

“Yes pleaseeeeeRRRRRRUUUUUP!!!”

“Good boy.”

I patted his stomach, bringing up a small afterburp. I then encouraged him to sit up and sit in front of me. I wrapped my legs around the lower part of his engorged gut while I continued to massage it with my hands. Once the burps started coming, they couldn’t stop. Soon they were coming up every few seconds, interrupting us as we continued to converse. The subject of our conversation quickly turned from what foods he’d eaten to the burps themselves. He was enjoying getting the gas out just as much as I loved hearing it, and I couldn’t help but rate each magnificent eructation that left his mouth. Each one started with a gurgle deep in his gullet before traveling upward and being expelled. As time progressed, they went from being fairly quiet to loud and long. Groans gave way to moans following each one, paired with the occasional ‘oh fuck yes.’

Eventually, he turned around so we could face each other. I of course continued to dote on his still bloated gut, but we could now easily kiss between each burp, with some gentle back and ass rubs in there as well. At one point, that sweet fucker even followed up a kiss by belching the words ‘I love you’ into my ear. That sent me over the edge and he was momentarily on his back with me on top of him, the force of my weight causing him to throw back his head and let out the single biggest belch of the night. It started out loud and proud before trailing off and becoming deeper, lasting damn near ten seconds in all.

“Damn, I didn’t know I had thaaaAAAAAUUUUURP! in me!” he exclaimed, interrupting himself with a short burp. All I could do was laugh, kiss him again, and help work the next burp up.

After some time, I moved myself next to him as we began to doze off- me from my original tiredness and him from a delayed food coma. He lulled me to sleep with the occasional quiet burp, as if to remind me that there might be more of this in store for the following night...

#yes i did tweak minor details to make this flow better but this largely is the same as it was in the dream #burp #burping #belch #belching #burp kink #eructo #eructophilia #stuffing #stuffing kink #ruelpsen writes

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ruelpsen · 4 years

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for the prompt thing: “i think you just broke several world records with that one”

“I can’t eat another bite...”

With a sad excuse of a sigh, I put down the cupcake. I hated seeing food go to waste, but it was true- I simply had no more room. All the sweets I’d eaten felt like a rock in my stomach, and all the soda I’d washed it down with left it churning painfully. I felt ready to burst, and my partner could very clearly tell how uncomfortable I was. They gently rested their hands on my swollen gut, pressing harder once they found a spot they were sure was some gas that needed to escape. I groaned as it rose within me, which trailed off into what was doubtlessly my loudest, longest burp yet.

“I think you just broke several world records with that one,” my partner remarked sweetly.

“For sure,” I said. “And thanks to you, I think I may have room to finish what’s left...”

#these last few days have been hectic but i'm finally getting around to these!#ask #answered #anon #burping #eructo #eructophilia #burp kink #ruelpsen writes

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ruelpsen · 4 years

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It’s story time again…

Third person perspective. A wants to treat B to a nice dinner for Valentine’s Day, but B, the nefarious fucker, has other, more self-indulgent plans. There’s stuffing, quite a bit of burping (some in public), and things get rather not sfw at the end (but that stuff’s not in public). Even though this story had potential to have emeto in it, that’s not something I’m into- so if it squicks you out too, worry not, I didn’t put any in. Another thing is that it’s not explicitly a feeder/feedee relationship, but could be interpreted as such if you want.

Enjoy! ;)

(Side note: B is mentioned as having a dick, but both they and A are referred to with gender-neutral language. Trans rights, y’all!)

A and B both sighed contently. They looked at each other and giggled once they realized that they must have been thinking the same thing.

“Thanks for getting us a reservation here,” B said. “What a great surprise. But how exactly did you manage that for Valentine’s Day? This is the fanciest place in town. You probably had to book weeks in advance…”

“Try months,” A remarked casually.

“Months?!” B gasped, trying to keep their voice down.

“Yeah, I scored us a table back in September,” A said. “But clearly, calling that far ahead was worth it.”

Their waiter arrived at their table with a water for each of them. A and B each looked back at their menus before ordering.

“Sorry for the holdup,” the waiter said. “It’s our busiest night of the year. Anyway, what can I get for both of you?”

“No worries about the wait,” B said. “To start with, I’ll have the basket of breadsticks. Then I’ll take the biggest steak you’ve got with sides of macaroni and potato wedges. And the big bowl of chicken alfredo pasta, too.”

“What would you both like to drink?” the waiter asked.

“Oh, all that food’s just for me,” B said, shooting A a knowing glance before continuing. “I’ll have a glass of red wine. Whatever you recommend.”

“Very well then,” the waiter said. He looked to A and hesitated slightly before continuing. “And for you?”

“I’ll have the glazed salmon,” they replied. “With a side of asparagus, please. I’m fine with just the water.”

“I’ll have the wine and breadsticks right out, then,” the waiter said before leaving. A looked coolly at B, not saying a word.

“What?” B spat. “I’m hungry.”

“Do you know how much that’ll cost?” A asked unhappily. “I was going to be paying, but maybe you should be the one to pay for whatever’s left over. We’re in public, after all, and as much as I know you enjoy eating, I don’t need you making a scene when you get all-”

B abruptly interrupted A with a quiet hiccup-burp, catching A off guard. A blushed, but looked at B even more sternly in response.

“What’s that all about?” A hissed.

“Oh, didn’t you notice?” B teased. “Shortly before we left, I drank some milk.”

“How much?” A growled. “And please tell me you took something for that…”

“It was just a huurrrrp! Just a glass. I don’t think it was enough to warrant taking anything…”

A knew B’s limits well enough to know that last bit was a lie- even the smallest bit of milk could make B a gassy mess. But right as they were about to further chastise their partner, the waiter returned with the breadsticks and B’s wine.

“You jerk,” A spat as soon as he’d left again. “We’re at the nicest restaurant in town. You’d better behave yourself, okay?”

B merely shrugged as they tore into the breadsticks. There were nine of them in the basket to start with, and A grabbed one to try to distract themself at least for a moment from B. But by the time they’d reached for a second, they found all the others gone. Only a little bit of the last one was left in B’s hand.

“You glutton,” A grumbled. “You’d better not-”

B raised a fist to their mouth and belched deeply. They winked at A and smiled.

“B, you know how I… feel about that,” A said, choosing their words carefully in case anyone around them was listening in on their conversation.

“I can’t help it,” B fake whined. “Besides, it’s only natural.” They let out another deep yet quiet burp, much to A’s chagrin. But at this point, it wasn’t to tease A so much as it was to ease their aching stomach. They discreetly rubbed their gut under the table and eased up some quiet little burps, hoping A wouldn’t notice. After all, teasing is fun- but actually making your partner mad isn’t. The waiter soon returned with a huge tray laden with the food B had ordered, as well as A’s salmon.

“Enjoy,” the waiter said, casting a doubtful look at B before leaving again. A very much had the same expression as B began to eat their pasta.

“Are you sure you’re going to be able to finish all that without getting sick?” A asked.

“I thuuuUURRRRP! I think so,” B replied, doing nothing to try to suppress their burp this time. A tried their best to ignore them and focus on their own food, but they could feel the stares of people around them all thanks to B’s show of gluttony. At this point, B was burping softly after every other bite, stopping only for the occasional sip of wine. A was growing more embarrassed by the minute.

“B, maybe we should-”

“buuurrrrrRRRROOOORRRP!”

A was cut off by a colossal belch from B. A hid their face in their hands, trying their best to hide how embarrassed they were (even if they did find that belch rather hot). They could feel the scornful looks of everyone around them as they glared over at the table they shared with B. B patted their gut and sighed with relief, paying the dirty looks of the other patrons no mind before setting the now-empty bowl of pasta aside. They grabbed the plate with the steak and started going to town despite the loud protests of their stomach.

“B, please show some manners,” A pled. “Do you ever want to come back here again?”

B’s answer was a short, content-sounding belch.

“If you don’t stop, they might just kick us out of here!”

“So?” B said before letting out an airy little burp. The steak was somehow already half gone, but they still had the two sides to eat and they sounded so stuffed already, on top of their stomach already gurgling away due to the milk B had consumed earlier. A could tell this just from the sound of that burp alone.

“If you get sick, you’re going to be paying me back for everything,” A whispered.

“Oh, I hicuuuuurp! I won’t,” B said confidently. As much as A didn’t want to admit it in that moment, B’s cockiness- and even the burping- was pretty hot. They looked down at their plate as they ate, looking up every so often to find less and less of the steak left. Before long, all that remained was the bone. B was visibly so very full, but that didn’t stop them from moving on and beginning the macaroni. But before they could, they let out another big belch, which of course drew unwanted stares from the couples around them. They were unwanted to A, at least- B seemed to enjoy the attention. But A noted that they could see their waiter standing near the kitchen doors talking with someone they could only assume was the manager. But thankfully, neither came over to confront B over their brash, hedonistic behavior.

“Keep it down, B,” A said. “I can’t say this place is all too happy about how you’re acting.”

“Well, I’m almost done anyway,” B stated. “At least with what I’ve got already. All I have left now are the potato wedges.” They burped again, softly this time. “Damn, I feel so full…”

They began to eat the potato wedges, taking much more time than with any previous dish. They chewed each one slowly, taking a few moments after swallowing one before moving on to the next. A couldn’t help but notice how the buttons on B’s shirt seemed to strain as they held back B’s swollen, achy gut. But slowly and surely, the potato wedges disappeared one by one. B sighed with relief upon swallowing the last one, chasing it down with what little wine they had left.

“You look radiant, darling,” A said, trying not to say anything too revealing about their kinks given the setting. B smiled. The waiter then returned to clear the plates from the table, trying not to gawk at how full B clearly was.

“Could I interest you in the dessert menu?” the waiter finally asked, now morbidly curious as to just how much food B could possibly stomach. Suddenly, a loud, ominous growl sounded from the depths of B’s overstuffed belly. They opened their mouth to reply- but it wasn’t words that came out.

“BRRRRRUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOO-uuuurrrRRRRP!!!”

A again buried their face in their hands. As embarrassed as they may have been, however, they couldn’t help but find a belch of such impressive magnitude so incredibly arousing. They then switched to clenching their hands together in their lap and staring down at them, figuring that the disgusted patrons around them would assume it to be a sign of their embarrassment. It still partially was, of course, but at least nobody would think that A might be more aroused than anyone else in the place at that very moment.

Just as A expected would happen, the manager briskly walked over to their table in a huff. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked down at A and B sternly.

“Your incredibly disruptive behavior is upsetting to the other guests,” she hissed. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” She slapped the check down on the table with a flourish. A pulled out their wallet and put down more than enough. Sure, they may have been getting kicked out, but the food and service was otherwise good, so why not leave a good tip?

“Keep the change,” A said, standing up to put their coat on. As soon as they did, they helped B to their feet (forcing up a couple decent burps, of course) and assisted them in putting their own jacket on. B’s gut was too big to even allow it to be zippered up. A tried to hide their amazement at realizing this. They’d never seen B this full before.

“Thanks for the good food,” A said, trying their best to be polite to the manager before staring to head for the door.

“Yeah, thanks,” B joined in, belching loudly once again as they passed the manager. She sneered in disgust. Other patrons expressed their distaste of B’s actions as well, some of them complaining loudly enough for A and B to very clearly hear. Had they been doing that the whole time? A had either been too embarrassed or aroused (or both) to notice previously, and B didn’t give a damn what the people around them had been saying. They made their way out of the restaurant slowly, careful to not jostle B’s stomach too much.

“You sick bastard,” A groaned as soon as they got outside, beginning the short walk to where they’d parked their car. “Do you know how embarrassing that was?”

“Admit it, you thought that was hot,” B groaned, out of sheer fullness rather than shame. They pressed their stomach lightly, forcing a loud, short belch out. A felt like they wanted to melt.

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” A moaned. “I was so embarrassed, but damn it do you belch better than anyone else I know.”

“Damn straight,” B huffed, trying to keep up with A’s slightly quicker pace. They soon reached the car, which A helped them into. A buckled B in, being cautious to not have the seatbelt rest across B’s bulging gut. A even took the liberty of undoing B’s belt and the fly of their pants as well. B’s stomach bulged out even further, causing them to moan and burp with relief.

“Fucking thank you,” B moaned. “Things were really starting to hurt.”

“I could only imagine,” A said, climbing in and starting the engine. “I’ve never seen you eat so much in a single sitting before. I can only imagine how many more burps you’ve got in you still, especially given how fast you were eating.”

“Oh, a lot,” B grumbled as A began to drive. “I’m still feeling pretty uncomfortable. You wouldn’t be able to help me out, perhaps, would you?”

A steered with their left hand as they reached over and began to rub B’s stomach with their right, moving their hand slowly in circles. B moaned out in pleasure, whimpering after every burp A helped to coax up. This continued all the way home- and once in the driveway, A helped B out of the car and inside, taking them up to their bedroom.

“If you were trying to turn me on back at the restaurant, you absolutely succeeded,” A said, a sultry tone in their voice. “I think you deserve a reward for doing so after embarrassing me as much as you did.”

“What kind of reward?” B asked.

“Take those tight clothes off and get on the bed,” A ordered. “I’ll show you.”

As B got undressed, A ran downstairs and grabbed a one liter bottle of soda from the refrigerator, returning to the bedroom with it. B smiled as soon as they saw it.

“You burped so well for me, dear, and of course I feel obligated to do it for you in return,” A explained. “Do you want to do this, baby?”

“Oh, fuck yes,” B beamed, already hard. “Burp for me, darling.”

A took a hefty swig of soda after removing each article of their own clothing, casting them aside carelessly as they teased B. B’s dick twitched in anticipation as they rubbed their own gut and belched to help get A even more into the mood. A knelt down on the bed between B’s legs, now fully nude, still holding the now half-empty bottle. They leaned forward until their face was just inches from B’s- and with a press to their gut, they belched mightily. They could feel B’s hardness against their crotch as they lowered their body slightly, touching their belly against B’s. Then they pressed them together, forcing loud, long belches out of them and B simultaneously.

“Oh fuuuuuUUUUURRRRPP-ck,” B moaned through an afterburp. “Oh, A…”

A began to rub their crotch against B’s dick out of sheer desire. That, paired with how aroused they already were, brought them to the brink of euphoria. But that wasn’t quite enough to-

“UUUUURRrrrrrr-ORRRRRP!!!”

A moaned out as B belched again. They ceased the rubbing as they came, sending shockwaves of pleasure through their entire body. Shit, were B’s belches hot- hot enough to make them cum in an instant.

Once down from their euphoric high, A then changed their position, bringing themselves back between B’s legs. They drank more of the soda before lying down on their stomach, placing their lips on the tip of B’s dick. B bucked their hips slightly in anticipation, forcing another decent belch out. A began to suck, taking it all the way in- and then promptly belching. They sucked and belched up and down B’s dick, reaching one hand up to B’s stomach to encourage B to belch as well.

And they did. Again. And again. And again. It drove A wild, causing them to become even more vigorous as they tended to B’s dick. A’s burps got gradually weaker- that is, until a loud gurgle emanated from the depths of their stomach. Getting as much of B as they could comfortably fit into their mouth, they unleashed their single biggest belch of the night directly onto their partner’s dick. A was rewarded with B’s sticky warmth as B finished, their own moans and movements of pleasure causing them to burp more.

Exhausted and ecstatic, A pulled themself up to lay beside B. They gazed into each others’ eyes, beaming at each other, blushing and sweating and oh so full of love for each other.

“Thank you for such a wonderful evening,” B cooed.

“Of course,” A sighed. “Honestly, B, we should make this our Valentine’s Day tradition.”

“What an excellent idea…”

B began to drift off to sleep, still smiling. As did A, soothed by the lullaby of sorts that was B’s gut, gurgling gently as it digested their meal.

And that would become tradition for many years to come.

#short story #burp #burping #belch #belching #burp kink #eructo #eructophilia #stuffing #stuffing kink #not sfw #ruelpsen writes

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ruelpsen · 4 years

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A guy who can really burp tries to impress their S/O

I watched as my boyfriend took another swig of soda. As soon as he finished, he smacked his lips and patted his belly, trying to work up another burp. The resulting burp wasn’t his best, I’ll say, but it still had some heft to it even though it was pretty short.

“I’ve heard better,” I sneered, teasing him. “Is that really all you got?”

Without another word, he dug into more of the greasy pizza in front of him, scarfing it down somewhat messily to ensure that he’d build up a more sizable amount of gas. As soon as that slice was gone, he slapped his gut once more as he threw his head back, releasing the loudest burp that day- at least so far. He could tell I was finally impressed.

“I’ve got more where that came from,” he gloated. “Just you wait and see.”

Naturally, I didn’t doubt him.

#ask #answered #anon #eructo #eructophilia #burping #burp kink #ruelpsen writes

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ruelpsen · 4 years

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Ruelpsen Writes #3: Lunch Troubles

… Because if I’m going to keep doing this, I suppose I need a name and a tag (#ruelpsen writes) for my writing.

A, while making lunch for their partner B, accidentally slips in real cheese- something B’s stomach is intolerant to. B doesn’t realize this until it’s too late, which happens to be during the middle of their workday, of course. Not too nsfw this time, but there’s some stuffing and there might be some eprocto stuff in there (it’s not something I’m super into as I am with burps, but enough people on here like it well enough that I figured I could try my hand at writing it).

Enjoy!

B looked up at the clock on the wall of their cubicle again. It was now 1:37 and well past their normal lunchtime. But on the bright side, they’d finally put in that last push to complete the summary they’d been writing. With a few final keystrokes, they wrapped up the big project they’d spent the last two weeks working on. B was used to putting in long hours of writing and revising like this, and very well knew they’d work up an appetite that day. They had told their partner, A, the previous evening that they’d be finishing their big project today- so of course A packed them a big lunch to get them through the day, which included some sweet treats for B to eat in celebration of being done.

B sighed in relief upon emailing their boss the final draft. As soon as they’d done so, they got up from their desk and practically raced to the communal fridge to get their lunch. They smiled upon opening it and seeing that it was still all there- which was a relief considering A had packed them so much that they needed two bags to hold it all! They grabbed both and swiftly headed back to their desk, stopping briefly on their way to grab themself a new mug of coffee.

Once back at their desk, B tore into the first bag. A had packed B some of their favorite snack cakes… and given the circumstances, B decided to make it a dessert first day. They polished off the cakes (all six of them!) in a couple minutes, chasing them with a hearty swig of coffee. They wiped their lips with the back of their hand before tilting their head back and burping loudly. B could hear someone in an adjacent cubicle make a small noise of disgust, but it didn’t bother them whatsoever- rather, they patted their gut and brought up a smaller afterburp in response before turning their attention back to their lunch. There were still more treats in the first bag, but they opted to save those to serve as a real dessert. They opened the second bag and found a pair of reuben sandwiches (their favorite), made with a cheese substitute instead of real cheese due to B’s mild lactose intolerance. That much real cheese wouldn’t make them sick, but it would make them unpleasantly gassy. And that’s not something they needed in the middle of their workday…

B wolfed down the first half of one sandwich in almost a flash. Damn, did it taste good. They’d throw glances over to the entry of their cubicle to make sure no one was watching as they rubbed their stomach blissfully as they ate. Sure, everyone around them was used to their piggish sounds by now, but nobody needed to actually see just how much B was savoring the act of eating. Thankfully, today wasn’t too busy a day and they could rub their gut to their stomach’s content. And damn, did that feel good. So good that B felt ready to-

“uuuuurrrrrOOOOOORRRRRP!”

B was caught off guard by an unexpectedly loud, forceful belch. Nevertheless, they couldn’t help but sigh from how good that made them feel. Anyway, they felt ready to finish off that first sandwich. The sandwiches were both big, but B still had plenty of room- and that satisfying burp freed up yet more space. They devoured the second half before taking another short break to rub, pat, and see how much more gas they could expel before moving on to the second sandwich. Their stomach grumbled deeply as they felt a pocket of air rise, followed by another belch, this one longer than the first but much deeper. Fuck, did that feel good to get out, especially since B’s stomach was starting to feel a little… off. They didn’t feel sick, per se, but their stomach was definitely riled up by something. It churned and growled loudly, causing B to stop a moment just to listen. Had the snack cakes or sandwich upset it a little? B couldn’t be sure given how quickly they were eating. And it wasn’t too concerning, they thought. Besides, they still had another sandwich left to enjoy- they could enjoy that and then deal with the consequences of whatever their stomach was doing, especially since they weren’t so pressed for time with their work as they had been before.

Without further ado, B began to work at the second sandwich. They ate their way through it more slowly than they had the first, given that they were starting to feel pretty full (and their overactive stomach wasn’t helping with that). They’d stop every few bites for more stomach rubs, bringing up some pretty hefty burps each time. The groans of annoyance from the cubicles around them did nothing to dissuade them from this. B would just sigh contently and return to eating, now savoring every bite.

And that’s when they realized something was off. Something about the sandwich didn’t taste quite right… and they’d realized that with only a couple bites to go. They ate those last two up without thinking before it dawned on them what was wrong. It tasted like there was real cheese on them. Had A made some sort of mistake? Was B wrong? They had no idea- but three hours to deal with their irritated gut regardless.

B told themself they’d be fine and decided to go for the last dessert- a small stack of cookies A had lovingly baked for them. They ate those slowly, taking the time to enjoy how big each new bite was making their gut feel. They were still gone in a matter of minutes, prompting B to pat their stomach upon completion of their meal. Their stomach grumbled loudly again before-

“BUUUUUUUUUURRRR-urrrrrr-ORRRRRRRRP!!!”

“God, you’re disgusting,” a cubicle neighbor spat loudly enough for B to hear. B did feel slightly embarrassed this time. Normally they’d allot themself one good burp at lunch as to not be too gross, but today they just kept coming. They could already feel another trying to work its way up. B clenched their mouth shut and tried to keep it in. In response, they let out a loud, long fart- and promptly belched regardless of their efforts to suppress it. Yeah, something was definitely off about their lunch.

B still had three more hours before they were to head home. They weighed their options- they could either leave early and not get paid or try to tough it out, maybe taking some time in the bathroom to let some of the gas out. They opted for the latter, figuring that they’d be okay enough to make it through the rest of their workday (especially if they were able to relieve themself somewhat).

With that decided, B got back to work on a smaller project. It was getting hard to focus given how noisy and uneasy their stomach was, so they figured it was time to head to the bathroom to try and let some of the gas out. As they stood up, one of their coworkers appeared.

“Hey, B, here’s what our boss told me to bring you now that you’re done with-”

“bwooo-URRRRP!”

Thanks to B’s gut shifting as they stood, they let out a loud, short belch, damn close to being right in their coworker’s face. B clasped their hands over their mouth in sheepish embarrassment as their coworker sneered in disgust.

“I am so, so sorry,” B apologized profusely. “I’ll just, uh…” they mumbled, blushing, grabbing the small stack of papers their coworker had brought them. “I’ll take care of this. So sorry.”

“Sure you are,” their coworker muttered before leaving. B would never try to be that rude to someone, but today they just couldn’t hold back. They tossed the papers onto their desk before making a beeline to the restroom, cautious to not jostle their stomach too much in order to prevent such an encounter again. They thankfully made it there without incident, heading straight to a stall so they could belch and fart in peace.

B loosened their belt slightly before beginning to rub their belly. Man, were they stuffed! B started belching almost immediately, their loud, bassy burps echoing off the walls. Every so often they’d let out loud farts, some of them pretty foul-smelling. B could now tell that yes, it must have been real cheese on those sandwiches, for nothing else they ate could have made their farts that bad. They belched and farted for quite some time, enjoying how good that made their aching midsection feel. But as enjoyable as it was, their belly still ached and it felt like they were no less gassy than they did when they entered. Maybe they should have just gone home.

B checked their watch again. They’d been in there for quite some time now, and still had two more hours of work ahead of them. Going home sounded good, but there were still things that needed to get done. B decided to head back to their desk and see how things progressed. Right as they were about to exit the stall they occupied, another coworker entered the restroom- or was about to, but gagged at the stench and took a moment to decide if they really needed to go that badly. At that same moment, B could feel another pocket of pressure begin to rise.

“hic-urrrrRRRRRAAAAAAAP!”

“Damn,” the coworker exclaimed before leaving.

B spent a few more minutes working out yet more gas. They still didn’t feel any better. They finally headed back to their desk, groaning as they sat back down before releasing a short fart. They sighed and opened up other projects on their computer and spread out some papers on their desk so it would at least look like they were doing something.

As time passed, they did their best (to little avail) to suppress their gas. They were able to bring up their burps more quietly than before, but it was still embarrassing that they simply couldn’t stop. They knew their coworkers were disgusted, even though they couldn’t help but be that gassy.

Eventually, B’s boss appeared at their desk. B gulped anxiously.

“Great work on that report,” their boss said. “Since it’s 4 o’clock on a Friday and you’ve done so much this week, why don’t you head home early. You’ll still get paid for this next hour, so feel free to head out when you’d like.”

“Thank you so much,” B said, wincing slightly as they held back a burp.

“You feeling alright?” their boss asked.

“Nouuurrrrp! Ugh… no, not really,” B answered. “I’d be happy to head right home. Thanks.”

“Anytime. See you Monday.”

With that, their boss left, and B instantly began to pack up their things. Once back on their feet, they made a dash to the elevator, letting out another massive belch as soon as the doors shut, following it up with a particularly rancid fart. They couldn’t help but feel sorry for whatever poor soul was going to be in there next.

B kept burping and farting as they drove home. The ache in their gut was only getting worse. B wanted to be mad at A when they got home, but they knew not to be- the cheese had probably been a mistake, after all. B reached their house without incident and headed right in to find A in the kitchen, making themself a grilled cheese. A didn’t look up until they heard B belch deeply.

“Well hi,” A said, looking up at B. “Oh, darling, you look miserable. I’m so sorry.”

“What the hell did you do to my lunch?” B asked.

“I mixed up where I’d put your fake cheese after dinner last night,” A explained. “I’d put it where I normally put my cheese and put my cheese in its place. I made your lunch afterward with the wrong stuff and didn’t realize it until I was making myself a sandwich just now. I’m so, so sorry.”

“I’m just glad I was able to come home early,” B said before belching again. “Man, am I a stuffed, gassy mess.”

“Let’s sit on the couch and I can help you with that,” A said. B sat down on the couch (forcing up another burp, of course) as A fetched some stomach-soothing medication before joining B. B took some before sitting down on A’s lap, sighing contently as A began to rub their belly. B continued to belch for A and fart in their lap for quite some time- but eventually, they finally managed to feel better and fell right asleep, feeling ever so full of both food and love.

#burp #burping #belch #belching #burp kink #eructo #eructophilia #stuffing #stuffing kink #ruelpsen writes

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ruelpsen · 4 years

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A woman who pretends to be ladylike and polite in public, even going as far as to act disgusted when people burp around her, is secretly into burping herself, and often does it when she's alone?

If you know me well, you’d know I’m the kind of person who sincerely cares about having good manners. It’s important to me to maintain the image of someone proper- I don’t swear, I have the most excellent table manners, and I expect the men I’m with to hold the door for me, for example. But if you know me as I know me, you’d know why I put so much effort into acting the way I do. It’s hard to admit to, you see, but I must confess that I have a secret fascination with something decidedly unladylike. As disgusted as I may act when I witness it, I actually find belching to be incredibly alluring. I only feign disgust as a way to hide my true feelings surrounding that behavior. I would be so incredibly embarrassed if people found out, so naturally I work diligently to discourage others from suspecting any such thing about me.

I will admit, though, that I secretly love engaging in the act just as much as I enjoy hearing it. I feel slightly disappointed every time I have to suppress a burp in public, especially when I can feel that it was meant to be a good one! As a result of this, there’s another part of my personality that remains somewhat hidden from others: the fact that I am far less introverted than my behavior suggests. I love being in public and interacting with others, but having to repress myself in both action and emotion in public is draining. That’s why I make sure to spend plenty of time alone, burping and belching as much as I please! In fact, that’s what I’ll be doing once I make it home with all this soda...

#can't say i've ever written first person from a woman's perspective in k/ink writing before... this was definitely a fun little challenge!#ask #answered #anon #burping #burp kink #eructo #eructophilia #ruelpsen writes

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ruelpsen · 5 years

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Alrighty, it's story time

Second-person perspective, reader x boyfriend. A little bit of slight nsfw at the end. It’s my first time sharing anything like this, so I hope it’s okay. Enjoy, fellow eructophiles!

"urp."

You look up from your plate at your boyfriend. He sits across the kitchen table from you, tearing into a big plate of ribs that you'd set in front of him a few minutes before. He's already gone through more than half of them. You two haven't been dating long, but you figured that now was the time to show off your cooking skills. But because he showed up at your door hungry, he hasn't yet stopped to tell you what he thinks. And there's something you haven't yet told him, either- that you have a huge thing for burps.

"buuuurrrruuup."

You look down at your own plate, trying to hide how turned on you are. You can feel your cheeks start to get warm. He doesn't need to know that this is secretly why you agreed to have him over today. Not yet.

"Fuck, excuse me," he says before tearing into his food again. He's eaten the ribs so quickly that there's only two left.

"How do you like it?" you ask. He takes another bite before pausing a moment to think.

"I think it's... well..." he swallows as he continues to mull it over. He looks visibly uncomfortable. Your cooking can't be that bad, right?

"Is there anything wrong with-"

Suddenly, you get cut off by an enormous belch. It wasn't horribly long, but it was consistently loud and deep. Your boyfriend then presses the back of his hand to his mouth in embarassment. But you're not grossed out by it in the least. In fact, you can only wonder if he notices how flustered you are as you feel your face start to burn.

"I'm so sorry," your he says. "I wasn't trying to be rude or gross. These ribs are just divine. I just..."

He trails off, pressing a fist to his mouth in anticipation of another belch. This one was longer and deeper than the first, but not as loud thanks to his efforts to subdue it.

"Babe, it's okay to let them out," you say. "I don't think it's gross. In fact, that's something I was going to tell you about."

Uh oh. You've said more than you were planning to. There's no going back now.

"What? That you find burping sexy or something?"

"Well... yeah."

He looks at you, surprised. This revelation was unexpected, but your intense blushing convinces him that it's the truth.

"If anything, I should apologize," you say. "It's a weird thing to like. I'm the gross one here."

"No you're not," your boyfriend retorts. "You can't help it. I've told you about some of the weird shit I'm into. I get it. Accepting what you like can be hard. But embracing it is freeing."

He pats his gut and winks at you.

"buuuurrrrrRRRROOOOOORRRRRP!!!"

Holy shit. That may have been the loudest belch you've ever heard and it was done just for you. For a moment, you could swear that you must have died and gone to heaven. Your boyfriend grins at you playfully. He then takes a moment and quickly polishes off the last two ribs as he starts to rub his gut.

"I'm so full," he moans. "You want to help me get these burps out?"

You can't even speak as you nod enthusiastically. Surely this must be a dream. You get up and walk over to your boyfriend, sitting yourself down in his lap to face him. You can't stop smiling in your euphoric daze.

"Please get started," your boyfriend moans, snapping you back to reality. You start to knead his gut in circles, trying to pinpoint where the air bubbles are that are making him uncomfortable. You know you've found one when you hear his stomach start to gurgle. The rumbling travels upwards and then...

"UWWWWOOOOOOOORRRRRP!!!"

Right in your face. You've never felt quite so aroused.

"How was that?" your boyfriend asks. You answer him with a moan as you start rubbing him again. "You like it when I belch for you, don't you? Good thing I've got more where that came frrrrrRRRRRROOOOOOOOORRRRRRRP!!! ...from."

You keep at it for several minutes, dislodging belch after heavenly belch from the depths of your boyfriend's gut, each one taking you to yet another level of bliss. But eventually, he feels soothed- and there's no air left for you to get out for him.

"What were you so worried about?" he asks. "You saw how I was tearing into those ribs. You really think I'd be doing that if I didn't like it?"

"That's a good point," you say. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Of course," he says, pulling you in for a hug. He squeezes a little too tight, and after having eaten some of those ribs yourself...

"buuuuurrrrrORRRRP!"

You weren't expecting it to be at all loud, but that end to it sure was. Damn, did that feel good. All of a sudden, you feel something stiff beneath you. You look at your boyfriend, surprised.

"I like burping too. Let's put some more food in you and see what you've got."

You beam at him. This was just the start of a long, gassy evening.

#it was intended to be m/m but there's nothing gendered about the reader so whatever #i hope y'all liked it!#short story #burp kink #burp #burping #belch #belching #eructophilia #eructo #ruelpsen writes

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