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trashytummiez · 1 year

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Icy Tummyache

This was inspired by an insanely cute lil sequence @fungusfangs did of Dabi and Geten when the latter is having a really bad tummyache and Dabi is just trying to get out of going to an MLA meeting :3

Geten hated to admit when Dabi was right. But for as obnoxious as the scarred villain may have constantly behaved, when it came to take-out, clearly he could see red flags that Geten couldn't.

Which was precisely why the poor boy was laying on the couch of the MLA estate lounge, groaning with stomach-churning nausea. There was a currently unused trash bin right besides the youngest villain while he rubbed his hands up and down his pooching tummy. It stuck out noticeably against his sky blue t-shirt, stretching it to where it barely concealed his bloated tummy, churning so noisily that it sounded like a washing machine with an overstuffed load.

Geten bit his lower lip with his fangs lightly and whined while his belly roared angrily making him cringe with gastric discomfort.

After an especially aggressive gurgle sent a pocket of gas rushing up his throat Geten held a fist against his mouth and tried to stifle the incoming burp. But he was so miserable that he couldn't even hold it in, causing what started as a thick closed mouth burp to roll heavily past his lips halfway in and leave the boy huffing and spitting into the trash bin.

Geten grunted painfully when he turned his body to face the bin. It felt like everything in his stomach turned and caused a painful slosh to erupt from within his body. He was sweating bullets while he gripped the bin tightly. His face hovered over the trash bin like he was right about to puke violently.

For a moment nothing happened. He was breathing steadily yet shakily while half-sitting up towards the bin but his belly was still roaring in gastric anguish. One hand slid under his shirt and exposed his pale pooching tummy which he clutched lightly so as not to upset it anymore than it already was.

Geten cringed with another pained churning sensation then felt something rush up his throat. Immediately the boy turned his face right towards the bucket expecting to blow chunks. Instead an incredibly thick and lengthy burp rumbled heavily out of him. Geten's eyes teared up from just how painful that eruption felt rushing up his throat so hard. Then Geten let rip an even louder burp right into the bin that made the plastic trash container vibrate heavily in his hand. Some thick strands of drool dribbled down Geten's fangs with such a forceful release of gas yet no relief came with it.

The poor boy half-heartedly dropped the bin back in place and slumped back into a laying position on the couch while his tummy continued to churn and groan like a chemistry experiment gone horribly wrong. He desperately rubbed his bloated belly with both hands and tried to calm it down. But all of his efforts were in vein.

Then the door swung open.

“Heya Frosty. How's “not takin' my advice on that takeout place” treatin' ya?” Dabi asked in that low voice of his as he casually strolled on up towards the couch.

Geten immediately tugged his shirt down over his tummy and groaned some more, both in discomfort and in mild annoyance.

“...Nnnngh...” Geten groaned out moments before holding a fist in front of his mouth and burping heavily behind it. “...Ungh...y-you...you shouldn't be here Blue Flame...ohhh...th-the meeting will be starting soon...” Geten spoke up between pained groans.

Dabi snorted.

“You ain't there either!” Dabi insisted in amusement as he leaned against the top of the couch and rested his chin against his folded arms like a lazy cat.

He blinked a little when he heard an especially loud gurgle bellow from Geten's tummy.

“...OooOOooohhh...o-only because Re-Destro ordered me not to attend in this state...” Geten grumbled moments before another deep burp forced its way past Geten's lips. He was long past trying to hold anything in at this point.

Dabi snickered. “Course not. Ol' dude probably doesn't wanna deal with Skep bitchin' you out for groanin' and burpin' all throughout the snoozefest. Remember how Skep got all worked up when I went after that really big lunch bird boy took me on? Oof...”

Geten rolled his eyes. It was one thing to find oneself burping a lot out of nausea but it was clear that day Dabi was doing it on purpose just to irritate Skeptic...which he pulled off with flying horrible colors.

“...Th-that's why it's vitally important that you be there to represent our regiment,” Geten insisted while ignoring Dabi's remark. His belly burbled so deeply after that though that it nearly physically jostled beneath his shirt and caused Geten to immediately turn to face the bin again like he was right about to throw up. Once again an incredibly deep and throaty burp rolled its way past Geten's lips and left him moaning afterwards with no relief.

“Hmmm...yeah, how 'bout this?” Dabi insisted as he held up a long index finger. “How 'bout...I don't go to this dumb ass meeting. I stay here'n watch TV. And in exchange, you'll get...”

Without warning Dabi reached down to tug Geten's shirt up and expose the boys bulging bare tummy again. But before Geten could even react Dabi placed his palm right on Geten's belly; directly against his belly button in fact, and just left his palm there.

Suddenly the intense gurgling gave way to a slow steady burble and Geten's strained, tense sensation felt eased almost instantly.

The warmth was so immediate that the pain in his belly seemed to burble away.

Geten was left almost stunned as he laid there, wide-eyed and unable to speak due to the sudden relaxation he felt.

Dabi looked down with a bored expression at the younger boy. “So whadduya say? We got a deal?”

There was a steady groan that erupted from Geten's belly that didn't feel painful or tense, but left Geten moaning in a more relaxed kind of way.

Dabi blinked. “Kinda feels like a “yes”, don't it...”

The slightly older villain took his hand off of Geten's tummy and strolled up the front of the couch where Geten's head was rested. The boy weakly sat up enough for Dabi to sit on that side of the couch where he casually kicked the bucket aside, grabbed the TV remote and flopped down carelessly onto the couch.

Dabi let Geten lay back down against his sides almost intimately even though the two weren't a couple. Then Dabi once again placed his free hand against Geten's belly and in a surprisingly gentle way started to rub it. Geten's tummy felt soft and a little puffy and warm itself. He was partially bloated from how big his meal was but puffed out a bit from how twisted his tummy got because of how badly lunch was sitting inside of him.

The intense but controlled warmth from Dabi's body helped immediately dull that pain; due to how abnormally cold Geten's body was naturally and contrasting it against Dabi's abnormal natural warmth. It was like an Icy Hot but for Geten's belly.

Dabi was watching an American action movie airing on TV but dubbed in Japanese so he and Geten could understand what all the macho men were saying; not that they could really hear anything over the hailstorm of bullets flying everywhere. “Hey I think the dude dubbin' that tall kid with the machete played Kokichi. Ya ever play Danganronpa? Remember the weird purple-haired kid who lied all the time?”

Geten wasn't paying attention. He leaned into Dabi's touch like a puppy itching for tummy rubs. So Dabi indulged him and continued to gingerly rub his tummy. He ran his long warm fingers all the way up to the tighter crest of Geten's upper stomach and slowly ran it down the curve of his belly all the way down to his lower tummy. Dabi's fingers kneaded softly beneath the thick jacket tied around Geten's waist and started to lightly dig his fingertips into the lowest parts of the icy young villains lush tummy.

He let his hand roam a little higher until he was kneading a little more firmly right against the area where Geten's belly button was.

Geten was so relaxed that he actually nuzzled against Dabi's sides like a kitten.

Oddly even though the two seldom really got along they were very comfortable with one another once they started working together. Dabi didn't seem phased at all by Geten's almost unwitting displays of affection.

He was instead just focused on the movie and continued to idly tend to Geten's tummy. “I swear I hear this dude in everything. Crazy how much range voice actors can have.”

Geten's only response was a low lazy sounding burp that breezily exited past his lips.

Dabi smirked a little slyly. “Tch. Weak,” he muttered and then kneaded a little more firmly against the area just above Geten's belly button. Because of the way his stomach muscles had relaxed there was a little more give to Geten's puffy tummy than there had been earlier.

Suddenly Geten's eyes widened when, without warning, the boy's mouth gaped open with an absolutely thunderous burp, louder and throatier than anything he'd let out. It was so incredibly brassy and full that it sounded like it came from the deepest part of Geetn's tummy. Some saliva dribbled down his chin from the sheer force of that eructation.

Geten's eyes rolled to the back of his head. Unlike the last ones that burp was so strong that a lot of pressure in his belly felt expelled from its release. He moaned in sheer relief and eased against Dabi's sides.

“OooOOoooohhhhh my god...” was all Geten could moan out with the sheer euphoria he felt with that desperately needed relief.

Dabi snorted softly and gave Geten's tummy a few congratulatory pats, making it jiggle and slosh just ever so slightly with each pat. “Good one, snow cone.”

The pats dislodged another residual pocket of gas in Geten's tummy. But when the boy felt it rising up his throat he managed a sly grin of his own then opened his mouth to respond.

“ThaaAAAAAAAank...yoOoOOUUUUURRRP!!! Urp!” Geten, in a surprisingly cheeky display for someone like him, rather loudly burped the words 'thank you' out to Dabi before 'you' just devolved into a thick burp at the end, followed by a cute and dainty little after burp.

Dabi laughed a little more fully, more genuinely impressed by that and shook his head. “...Yeah, I'm definitely startin' to think that I'm a bad influence on you...” But the way Dabi shrugged suggested he definitely didn't mind or care much either. “Hey, if Skep's bitch-meter went off with that one, at least he'll vouch for us not belongin' in the meetin' right now. Gotta take the small victories when ya get 'em.”

The cremation villain continued to gingerly tend to Geten's tummy; idly rubbing it up and down. It was platonic for him, but Dabi had plenty of experience idly rubbing someone's belly, especially whenever he stayed over with Hawks. He had plenty of experience on the receiving end too anytime he overindulged with Hawks around. So this was nothing new for him.

Geten on the other hand, really leaned into Dabi's touch after a while. He grabbed Dabi's hand and moved it towards the upper side of his belly, where Dabi proceeded to rub tiny circles against, much to Geten's delight.

Admittedly Geten was a bit more touch-starved due to not being in any relationships or flings. He and Dabi certainly weren't friends or anything like that but both operated on such baser instincts that touch didn't immediately equate to affection or emotion for them.

“Oooohhhh...thank you for this...” Geten muttered quietly under his breath.

Dabi grunted in acknowledgement, once again more focused on the action on TV than actually rubbing Geten's tummy.

The younger smaller boy eventually leaned his head against Dabi's stomach and turned to watch the movie with him. There was a big crazy fight scene going on with the young main villain watching and screaming from afar. Geten listened to his dubbed Japanese voice actor screaming away with a brow raised.

“Where'd you say you recognized that voice actor from? Dang old...what now?”

“Dangaronpa,” Dabi corrected. “Pretty sure that dude's the voice of Kokichi. The guy everyone thinks is the main villain til he gets turned into paste by choice.”

“Huh...you know, it's weird but he kind of sounds a lot like you to be honest,” Geten said.

Dabi snorted again. “Bullshit. My voice is way lower and sexier than his. Now, you wanna hear similarities, play that Twisted Wonderland game on your phone one day. Swear to god the boss sounds exactly like that Idia nerd. Hell, even you kinda sound like the guy who plays Ace in that one.”

“...Twisted Wonderland...that's kind of a redundant name isn't it? Wonderland's already twisted as it is...that's like saying “Corrupt Hero Society.” Or ATM Machine. It's kind of already implied.”

Dabi rolled his eyes but smirked in spite of himself when Geten yawned heartily and nuzzled against Dabi's sides more comfortably. The taller villain adjusted himself to give Geten some more room to rest against him while he continued to gently massage his burbling tummy.

Geten definitely wasn't the best conversationalist but Dabi definitely didn't mind his company compared to most members of the MLA.

Especially not if his falling asleep against Dabi gave him an excuse to miss more meetings...

#kink fic #dabi #geten #platonic #tummy rubs #tummy ache #burps #nausea #light fluff #whump #fourth wall jokes

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trashytummiez · 2 years

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Ahhhhh this is too cuuuuuute <3

I love seeing Mally being all gassy with literal fire in his tummy and the fact that he's so frustrated but bashful is even cuter! Love this sooooo much >////<

aaaaaa would you mind writing something with a burpy and embarrassed malleus :D

reader's first date with mаlleus !!!!!

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Your first dinner date with Malleus had gone fantastically well. The food was delicious, both of you had eaten your fill, and Malleus, your sweetheart prince, had paid.

The two of you had agreed upon a walk through the gardens "to aid digestion," but really you had hoped for a romantic moonlit stroll, and suspected that he felt the same.

Though the moon shined bright and your hands were interlocked, however, all was not going to plan. Malleus had growled just a moment ago. Now, looking up at him, a fine wisp of smoke was coming up from his nostrils. Aside from his horns, you had not seen many of his dragon features before. Was he angry?

Face screwed up, he pressed a finger to his mouth, and a growl churned from deep inside him yet again. Probably not anger, then, but—

You squeezed his hand. "Hey, Mal, you look a little queasy."

He glanced down at you, still frowning. "It's fine," he said. "Don't worry— mmmmurrp."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Malleus nodded, smoke trailing up from his nose yet again. "I am," he said. "Just gas."

He did not look very comfortable.

"You can burp out loud," you said. "I don't mind. Besides—" You gently swung his hand in yours. "—you're special to me now. You shouldn't feel embarrassed burping around your special someone."

Malleus was blushing, but he didn't respond. Moments later, another deep burp tried to make its way out of him, but he squeezed his mouth and throat shut tight; one moment later he was gripping your hand deathly tight, then bending over to cover his mouth, wracked by a cough, a cloud of smoke puffing out into the air.

"Mal! Baby, please!" You tried to let go so you could thump on his back, but his hand held yours fast. You reached over to pat with your free hand, practically helpless as he coughed on his own smoke.

It smelled peculiar, but not unlike Malleus himself. The smoke had the firey edge one might expect, plus a dash of bile, but it was underlaid by a tangy musk, like old wood or mulled wine. It was a shame you were only smelling it now that he was in pain.

Finally, he straightened up. "I beg your pardon," he said sheepishly.

"Are you sure that dinner is sitting right with you?" you asked.

There was a long pause. "Just gas," he repeated.

On the garden pathway nearby, there was a little bench of spindly wrought iron. "Here," you said. "Why don't we sit down? Try and burp for me, okay?"

The two of you approached the bench and sunk down into it side by side. After a moment, you heard quick gulping from Malleus's throat— it seemed he was bent on disobeying your request.

"C'mon," you urged him. "Don't swallow them down. It's not healthy. Just open your mouth, Mal, please? Do it for me."

Malleus gave a shallow sigh, and let his mouth fall open. It formed a perfect O around his beautiful set of teeth.

You had yet to learn whether Malleus liked his belly to be touched and rubbed. Asking now, however, you feared would be fruitless, so you opted for a middle ground: Gently, you stroked up and down his abdomen and chest.

Though his mouth hung open obediently, Malleus looked miserable. Suddenly, he whipped his head away from you, faced the other side, and gave a loud and well-formed belch. The peaceful garden scene all around you was lit up green— a ball of fire had burst from him, then just as quickly burnt out.

He drew a shaky breath, and bowed his head.

"Wow," was all you could say.

"You see?" said Malleus, "Nobody likes it when I burp."

"No," you replied at once, "that was cool. Plus—" You applied a little more pressure to his belly, kneading in above the stomach, and were rewarded with a princely gurgle. "—I want you to feel better," you continued. "I can't imagine it's enjoyable to be full of gas that actually burns."

Malleus glanced at you, and took up the hand that was rubbing him. "That's just how my digestive system works," he said. "But... you actually don't mind?"

His fingers were nervously toying with your own, and you let him. "I don't mind at all. We're outdoors; what harm can it do? Let it all out."

"Okay," he said. Gently, he placed your hand back on his tummy where he had found it, before screwing up his face and pounding his chest with a fist. The burp that broke out of him started soft, almost graceful, before expanding into the type of powerful, fearsome belch you now knew he was capable of.

"bbbbbbrrruuuuuuUUUGHHRRRRUUUAAAAAARP!" In the tongue of electric green flame that unfurled from his mouth, you could see better even than in moonlight his parted lips, his half-squinted eyes and knit eyebrows. So much gas was pouring out of him; the release of pressure must be fantastic.

At last, his posture visibly relaxed, and he attempted a soft apology: "Sor— urgph— sorry."

You gave his tummy a loving caress. "No apology needed," you assured him. "That looked like it felt good. Did it?"

"......Yes."

At his response, you could not help but pat the place where his ribcage met his belly. This area, along with his chest, was now very warm.

"Keep going, then," you said. "Don't hold anything in."

#reblog #malleus x yuu #burps #tummyache #tummy rubs #mylilhell

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trashytummiez · 2 years

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You guys~I'm gushing so hard over how much I loooooooooove this latest commission I got from @fungusfangs of a very full and verrrrry burpy Dabi getting all that simmering gas pushed outta him by his feathery bf Hawks. Everything about this one just hits every single one of my buttons all at once and I'm kinda in flustered awe X3 Dabi's shape is amazing; how curvy his thighs look and how unbelievably hefty his tummy is~our crispy boi is eating a lot more with Hawks around ;3

Dabi's tummy sounds like a smelting pot with how noisy and gurgly it is which is why he's burping so much and so hard and I love it >////////<;

I also love the additional dialogue written for Hawks~he's too much XD

Thankyou again for such an amazing piece~ <3<3<3<3<3

I'm def writing a fic for this one too btw ;3

#commission #art #fungusfangs #dabi #dabi x hawks #tummy kink #bloat #stuffing #burps #tummy noises #tummy rub #ship #gay #curves

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trashytummiez · 2 years

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May I present Harley Quinn letting out one of the hottest burps you'll ever hear from a cartoon X3

#harley quinn #poison ivy #the harley quinn show #3x10 #burps #champaign #alcohol #chug

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trashytummiez · 2 years

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Tenko & Touya

This is the first chapter to a series inspired from chatting & brainstorming with @fungusfangs a while back on an AU she made which featured Tenko and Touya in an AU where they don't become villains but still find one another and develop a relationship. Dunno yet if I'm gonna make the kink stuff separate from the main storyline but if you want some fluff here ya go :3

#kink fic #tenko #touya #au #alternate universe #relationship #friendship #fluff #angst #i ship it #gay

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trashytummiez · 2 years

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A Painfully "Exotic" Shake

So @fungusfangs made an incredibly cute little sequence yesterday with Fatgum and Tamaki that involved Tamaki drinking a really horrible protein shake full of all manner of various meats to store him with extra abilities. It was so funny I had to make a fuller fic for it especially since it got me back on my 'maki bend~ >////<

"Here ya go! Down the hatch kid~" Fatgum insisted in his jovial way upon handing Tamaki a very peculiar looking protein shake.

The elf-eared boy shifted anxiously when he looked down at the thick bubbling drink. "S-So much...?!" Tamaki asked in a way that almost sounded like a nervous whimper. "...It's so heavy..."

"Ya so best t'try and drink it fast so ya don't notice the taste...or texture..." Fatgum insisted with a beaming smile and a heroic thumbs up.

Tamaki nervously sniffed at the rather sizable shake in his hands. If that wasn't enough to make him cringe the gurgling erupting from the beverage definitely was.

"...W-What's even in here...?" Tamaki asked in a soft but exasperated way.

Fatgum's beaming smile gave way to a flat expression.

"...Uhhh...s-sensei? What's in this drink...?" Tamaki repeated.

Fatgum may have been Japanese but the deafening silence clearly screamed 'pleading the fifth'.

"Sensei?! What is in this?!?" Tamaki nervously yelled out now visibly shaking adorably with fear at what Fatgum was asking him to ingest.

"...Dragonfruit!" Fatgum insisted with a terribly unconvincing smile.

"Dragonfruit doesn't burble like that!!" Tamaki fearfully shouted back.

Oh god it was churning. Was what Fatgum wanted Tamaki to drink even meant for human consumption?!

"Y-You'll be fine! Honest!" Fatgum insisted. "It's...uh...a turbo recipe!"

"That isn't a thing!!"

"Fer a kid with a quirk that involves eatin'? S-Sure it does! It's...y'know...fer yer quirk! We wanted t'jam pack as many animals into a single protein source as possible so-"

"-You made an exotic animal smoothie?!??!" Tamaki all but shrieked with wide-teary eyes of horror.

"...Well it...kinda sounds bad when ya word it like that..." Fatgum admitted sheepishly.

The pro hero sighed in defeat when he saw Tamaki trembling in that fearful way of his at the mere thought of touching a "drink" like that.

"...Alright maybe I got carried away," Fatgum admitted a little more sincerely. "Thing is kid...we dunno how this showdown's gonna go tomorrow. It's all on the line and I just wanna make sure yer as prepared as can be fer what lies ahead. But even I wouldn't touch that shake with a twelve foot stick of taffy..."

Tamaki's shaking steadily leveled out while his fearful expression softened. He knew the truth to Fatgum's words. What they were up against tomorrow~there was no guarantee any of them would survive. Something like the liquid abomination in his hands may have come in very handy in a pinch if it gave him access to a whole slew of different abilities.

So he stiffened his back~undid his vest so only his tight long sleeved spandex shirt remained then took a deep and steady breath.

"Uh kid? What're ya-"

Fatgum's face once again drew blank when to his utter shock and horror Tamaki raised the big thick cup with both hands and actually started chugging it down.

Tamaki clenched his eyes shut and didn't want to think about the horrible chunky concoction flowing down his gullet. He just wanted to get it all in as fast as humanly possible.

The elf eared boy chugged so hard that Fatgum could hear his throat squelching with each disgustingly wet and loud gulp Tamaki gave.

He wasn't stopping either.

For as timid and anxious as Tamaki was the boy was one of the biggest eaters Fatgum knew besides himself and Kirishima. Tamaki could not only eat a whole heck of a lot but he could consume it incredibly fast.

Fatgum himself fought back a gag when he saw the purple horror dribble down from the sides of Tamaki's mouth. He was chugging so much so fast that the godless concoction was starting to spill down onto his spandex.

With Tamaki's vest undone his lean tummy was extenuated by how tightly the spandex wrapped around his body. But because of how big and how heavy the "shake" was Tamaki's stomach started to bulge out a little beneath his spandex. There was a curve to the front of his tummy that was beginning to grow a little rounded the more he downed his protein shake without stopping.

Tamaki breathed heavily through his tiny nostrils but didn't think about how nasty it tasted or how it felt rushing down his throat. He just had to get it in his belly and be done with it. So he just chugged and chugged to where he was tearing up. So much air was filling his tummy all at once and breathing was starting to hurt. But he was almost done. He just had to finish a little bit more.

Fatgum was watching on edge like he was watching a horror movie on the verge of a really bad jumpscare.

He wasn't joking when he said Tamaki was the strongest of any of the heroes.

Anyone who could chug something that dreadful the way Tamaki was had might not even the all time greats could top.

One hand fell to his tummy and gently rubbed it while he drank what remained of the "shake". God he felt so full already. Tamaki could eat so much more than what this terrible shake had to offer but it just felt so weighty and from a liquid slurry it just sat heavier in his increasingly rounder belly than a buffet worth of food.

Every gulp Tamaki gave was audible and painfully thick sounding. His thin athletic throat continued to throb and pulsate as more and more of the sickening mixture poured into him. He was trying desperately not to think about how terrible it all tasted and the uncomfortable thickness of the texture that Fatgum warned him about. But it was getting harder.

To Fatgum amazement and horror though~the boy managed to chug every last drop of that monstrosity down.

Tamaki groggily dropped the sizable plastic cup onto the floor and stepped back with a sickly groan. His belly subtly jiggled with each step he took~the concoction sloshing inside of him noisily. Tamaki's mouth was stained with that disgusting purple substance~some of it dripping down his chin messily. Both of his hands slowly ran up and down his painfully heavy tummy to try and settle it down while it gurgled so loudly and painfully that even Fatgum cringed at the sound.

"...Uhhh...k-kid...? You okay there...?" Fatgum asked nervously.

Tamaki looked too dazed and out of it to tell if he even heard what Fatgum asked him. But then the gurgling in his tummy grew so aggressive that Fatgum could actually see it ripple slightly against his stretched out spandex. Tamaki's face grew green as he quickly covered his mouth.

Frantically Fatgum rushed to his young sidekick's aide quickly rubbing his back tenderly to try and settle his body down. "Ah crap. Yer okay yer okay," he repeated with a cringe to his own rounded face expecting the worst.

A thick gurgle rose up Tamaki's throat and puffed out his cheeks. Fatgum looked away not wanting to see what was to come after Tamaki's hand got blown back from his mouth. To his relief and surprise though Tamaki didn't throw up violently.

Nope. Instead Tamaki let out a gigantic burp~louder and harder than anything Fatgum had ever heard from the boy in their many eating sessions. All that air Tamaki took in from drinking in one go without stopping had built up a painful pressure pocket desperately in need of expulsion. So much had been built up that the monstrous eructation shy anxious Tamaki was uncontrollably releasing lasted an unheard of ten seconds!

"Holy crap kid! That had t'be a record!" Fatgum praised in awe.

Tamaki just groaned after and wiped his mouth clean. "...Unnnf...that tasted terrible..." he mumbled groggily. Then Tamaki gave a deep hiccup that made his belly bounce and slosh which in turn only made him burp again and cover his mouth with a groggy blush.

"C'mon. Let's sit fer a bit while that...uh...'shake' settles yeah?" Fatgum insisted.

Tamaki nodded with a soft pained huff and gently patted his tummy.

Fatgum let Tamaki lean against his huge blubbery body for support while cradling his full bloated tummy with one hand while the two made their way to the seats. They were careful not to move too fast and upset Tamaki's tummy any more than it already was. But due to how heavy the concoction was even the subtlest of motions made everything simmering inside of Tamaki slosh around noisily and churn aggressively.

Partway in Tamaki stopped walking and held a fist up to his mouth to give an incredibly thick and meaty closed mouth burp that he seemed barely able to hold in. Then an even longer one rolled out of him and stretched for almost four seconds straight. Tamaki huffed in a sickly way and hunched over to clutch his mildly curvy thighs~his pooching tummy sagged down when he did. He could feel another big one brewing in his belly. His throat hitched with a deep breath and eventually Tamaki let out another huge burp that Fatgum could see rippled Tamaki's sagging tummy when it expelled out of him so intensely.

"...Heh. Gonna give Red Riot some real competition after this fight is over ain'tcha!" Fatgum said with an almost convincing smile while he gently patted Tamaki's back with his meaty palm.

Tamaki couldn't hold back a little moan of pained relief but only the subtlest bit. He tried to stifle a sharp hiccup that left him groaning and stood back up cradling his tummy. He continued to lean against Fatgum occasionally hiccuping into the round pro-heroes blubber until the two reached a couch to sit on. Tamaki was pulled towards Fatgum just due to the whole couch sinking until the giant heroes massive blubbery frame.

Fatgum very gently put his hand on Tamaki's belly. With how large Fatgum was his hand covered the entirety of that soft curved out bloat. He only needed to move his meaty palm just slightly around to rub into Tamaki's troubled tummy.

Tamaki sighed heavily while Fatgum managed a small more genuine smirk. "Heh. Betcha wish this was Lemillion showin' yer gut some love huh."

The elf eared boy blushed heavily at that comment but given the circumstances all he could do was nod and groan. He couldn't help but long for his boyfriends hands on his tummy rubbing it up and down and kneading into all the right spots that only Mirio knew how to rub. Or the way his finger would tease across Tamaki's oh so sensitive belly button. Mirio always knew how to just make Tamaki's tummy feel better under any circumstances. And with the risks they were all about to face he longed for the comfort of his boyfriend now more than ever.

Tamaki's thoughts were interrupted when his stomach gurgled a thick strained sounding gurgle. It was like his insides were choking on the monstrosity now digesting inside of the boys innards. Slowly Tamaki could feel the properties of those various meats and whatever else Fatgum just fed him beginning to be absorbed. He was going to need a full rundown of what it was he just drank~but only after he digested.

Hearing now when his tummy was so heavy and sickly was only a guarantee that he'd immediately puke it all back up.

"Yer gonna be fine kid," Fatgum insisted sincerely. "I got no clue how tomorrow's gonna play out. But I ain't worried 'bout you one bit. You've always been strongest of the strong...and uh...given the extra firepower yer gonna be packin'...I almost feel sorry for those poor evil bastards yer gonna plow through..."

Tamaki huffed when an especially thick and unpleasant churning sound bellowed from his belly. Fatgum could actually feel Tamaki's tummy jostle beneath his palm from the force of it. He once again brought a fist to his mouth and let rip a really loud closed mouth burp that ballooned his cheeks out~it was impressive that he could even hold that one in like that given how hard it rushed up.

The boy blew the gas off to the side with a blush and looked on. Despite the pain in his belly there was something else eating at him. "...I don't want anyone else to die," he muttered quietly. "...I wanna graduate so I can spend more time with Mirio. I wanna see Red Riot graduate too so all of us can go out to a buffet together and celebrate..."

Tamaki huffed and slumped forward again while his stomach gurgled deeply.

"Uh...maybe don't mention food right now kid," Fatgum said with a half-hearted chuckle.

Tamaki nodded in acknowledgement. But then he turned his head away from Fatgum and seemed to wipe his eyes.

Fatgum's expression softened. He took his hand off of Tamaki's tummy and wrapped his hand around Tamaki's sides pulling him close to Fatgum's huge blubbery body like a big brother giving his baby brother a one armed hug.

"We're gonna win this thing kid. I promise ya that. And when we do? All of us. We're goin' to any sushi boat'uh yer choosin'. All you can eat. Sound good?" Fatgum asked and lightly thumped Tamaki on the back.

Or at least he thought it was light.

Because that thump was enough to dislodge a sizable pocket of gas which rushed up Tamaki's throat~causing the boy to let out a massive echoing burp that rattled out of him so hard Fatgum could even feel the springs of the couch vibrate.

It left him panting and blushing but also blinking with surprise at the unexpected action.

Fatgum was left blinking much the same way.

Then the two shared a confused chuckle that eventually just turned into both mentor and student laughing aloud.

"I'll take that as a 'yes' then!" Fatgum joked.

Tamaki giggled and wiped his eyes again but this time from laughter.

The two of them sighed while Fatgum continued to gently rub Tamaki's back. Tamaki's tummy seemed a little deflated and the gurgling while still noisy wasn't as aggressive or painful as it had been earlier.

Still. One thought crept into his mind.

"...So seriously sensei...what was in that shake..."

#kink fic #tamaki #fatgum #tummyache #liquid bloat #nausea #emeto #burps #closed mouth burps #hiccups #tummy rub #platonic #fluff #emotion #mha spoilers

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trashytummiez · 2 years

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A Skeptical Birthday

Yesterday was @fungusfangs birthday~and while I wanted to have this ready by then it became a little too long to finish on time but I finished it all the same X3

Make sure you all wish her a very happy birthday cuz she's awesome and so is the wonderful art that often inspires my kink fics and drive <3

Since we've been talking about Skep and Geten a lot lately I decided to make a platonic kink fic with these bois for the occasion~

“Unnngh...I can already feel the sugar crash,” Skeptic groaned out. He slumped back and gently patted his tummy. It was pushing out subtly but noticeably underneath his turtleneck.

Skeptic put a fist against his mouth and half-stifled a deep burp behind his clenched teeth. He subtly blew the gas off from the corner of his mouth and huffed.

“Unf...I still don't know why I let you talk me into eating so much goddamn cake...”

The response he got from next to him on the couch was a much bigger burp that made him wince slightly from the volume. He turned and saw Geten groaning and rubbing his bulging belly up and down to settle the noisily churning organ. The young ice-controlling teenager was out of his jacket and boots, instead sitting barefoot in his faint blue t-shirt and trousers. There were smears of frosting over his mouth and some residual frosting on his fingers.

“...Oooohhh my belly...” groaned Geten in a much groggier way than Skeptic. Whereas Skeptic's bloat was subtle~Geten's was prominent enough to push his trousers down a little and expose more of his hips and lower tummy. Between the two Geten definitely ate a good amount more than Skeptic and was paying the price for it.

Geten's shirt was even lifted up so the boy could really rub into his bare belly.

“...I didn't know it would be that heavy...”

“...Have you never~urfff~b-baked a cake before?” Skeptic groaned out then brought a fist up and huffed into it breathlessly.

Geten hiccuped and covered his mouth with a groan then shook his head. “F-First time,” he mumbled. “I watched a how-to video on youtube...didn't pay attention to proportion size though...” He hiccuped again which quickly devolved into a thick burp on the tail-end of it.

“Of course. Who needs to focus on such mundane details as whether or not you want your dessert to give you diabetes or not,” Skeptic muttered.

Geten turned to Skeptic and eyed his belly with a confused albeit groggy brow raised. “You've eaten way more than that before...”

Skeptic lifted up his own shirt to expose his tight curved out tummy. He poked the upper part of his stomach. It was taut to the touch.

“I've overindulged from time to time but with food. It's different with sweets. All that sugar doesn't sit right with anyone,” Skeptic said. And as making his point for him Skeptic's tummy gave a noisy gurgle that made Skeptic cringe and cover his mouth. For a brief moment he thought he was going to be sick. But when that feeling passed Skeptic instead gave a thick closed mouth burp that rumbled deeply in his mouth for a few seconds. “Unngh...”

His body felt a little shaky from all that sugar but more than that Skeptic just felt really drained. The crashes from sugar rushes like that tended to give him a fairly bad headache but fortunately his head wasn't throbbing nearly as much as it usually did.

"...You're not gonna be sick are you?" Geten asked sounding a little concerned. In fact there almost sounded like a tinge of guilt in his voice.

Skeptic huffed while his tummy gave an unpleasant burble. He sat up and hunched forward a little while the contents of his belly sloshed a little thickly inside of him. He half-muffed a burp behind his clenched teeth. A moment later he brought a fist against his lips and gave a really big closed mouth burp that puffed his cheeks while the gas rumbled heavily inside of his mouth and left him huffing off to the side.

It was hard to tell if all that sugar really was making Skeptic sick. He definitely looked a little nauseous which despite how much worse geten seemed to feel made the boy look on nervously for some reason.

But then Skeptic clutched at his thighs opened his mouth and burped so hard that Geten could feel it in the couch.

Skeptic sighed heavily and lazily slumped back onto the couch in a relieved daze.

"...God I needed that," Skeptic moaned while running his hand through his perfect albeit excessively long bangs.

"So you're not gonna be sick?" Geten asked a little hopefully.

Skeptic just wearily nodded which made geten immediately sigh in relief for some reason. But why would he care...?

Despite the heavy feeling and crash he too was experiencing, Geten pushed himself up from the couch. Skeptic could actually hear the digesting cake in Geten's tummy slosh around rather noisily when he got up. This caused a really meaty burp to erupt out of Geten which he didn't even try to hold back. He patted his belly and burped again. This time a fair deal longer which left him sighing in relief and rubbing his tummy up and down in satisfaction.

“Where're you going?” Skeptic asked in confusion.

Geten smacked his lips and approached the communal fridge. He pulled out a carton of nice cold milk and a tall cup.

“...You're shitting me,” Skeptic muttered dryly.

Geten shrugged. “...Can't have cake without milk...it just feels weird.” He poured himself a tall glass of milk then held it up to Skeptic. “Thought you might like some too?”

Skeptic's brow raised behind his perfectly conditioned bangs. He really wasn't looking to add anything else to his already heavy-feeling tummy. But a cool glass of milk didn't sound bad after downing almost half an entire cake by himself. Plus after that massive burp that Skeptic let out his stomach was definitely feeling a lot sour and groggy than it had been.

So he just grunted in acknowledgement.

Geten returned and handed off the glass he poured to the older villain while he sat down with the carton itself. Rather than pour himself a cup he just drank straight from the carton.

Only drank was too charitable a word~Geten chugged that thing down.

Skeptic watched on not even a little surprised while the youngest MLA member slugged that creamy vitamin-filled beverage down so heartily that his throat throbbed in and out with each rather wet and audible gulp he gave.

How the kid could keep filling his belly up when it was already so full Skeptic just assumed was due to his rather wild nature. After all, the boy was chugging so hard that milk was dribbling down his chin and spilling onto his shirt. He just didn't seem to care much at all. Not even while his belly continued to swell little by little.

“...Cheers,” Skeptic said sarcastically and drank from his own glass. He had to admit~it definitely felt good having something nice and cool flowing down his throat and pooling in his tummy after all that cake. It was quite refreshing. Though the way Skeptic's belly gurgled suggested it was definitely sitting a little heavy.

Skeptic downed his glass at a faster rate than he would have liked but milk wasn't something he was keen to nurse. So he downed his glass in one go. Skeptic set the empty glass onto the coffee table in front of the couch then gave a wet burp~he was far too full to bother holding them in at this point.

Geten meanwhile downed a good portion of the carton in one go and panted like a wild animal when he pulled the carton aside. Milk was dribbling out from his fangs and onto his shirt and even bigger tummy while he caught his breath.

Silently Skeptic counted down to himself and just as he predicted~soon as he silently counted down to 'one' a huge raunchy burp bellowed aggressively out of Geten's mouth. He clutched his engorged tummy firmly in his hands and forced as much gas out from his belly all at once as he could manage~stretching his eructation on in the process.

“...Its like I have a psychic quirk,” droned Skeptic sarcastically while he rang out his ear with his long index finger.

Geten gasped heartily and breathed heavily for a few seconds until he palmed the side of his jiggling belly and knocked loose a thick after burp. “Unf...ohhh...”

“Filling your stomach up with milk after downing over half an entire cake turned out to be a stupid idea? I'm stunned,” Skeptic muttered. Then he winced in discomfort while his own tummy churned in a sickly kind of bubbly way. Skeptic raised his shirt again and gently rubbed his belly up and down. It definitely felt a little heavier simply due to how all that digesting cake reacted to the milk.

In contrast Geten's much larger tummy was churning up a storm that left him writhing in discomfort. But Skeptic could only scoff.

“Y'know I'll admit that I don't exactly have the best self control. Being around that half-charred man-whore might be rubbing off on me...” Skeptic remarked and groaned miserably to himself not because of the ache in his belly but because his mind caught the accidental innuendo of his sentence. “...Still why did you decide to start baking all of the sudden? You've never shown any interest in cooking. Just stuffing your bratty lil face. So what gives?”

Geten shifted around a bit and looked away almost shyly.

“...W-Well...” he started to say but cut himself off with an incredibly beefy closed mouth burp that ballooned his cheeks out. And was very quickly followed with a lower longer closed mouth burp. “Unf...m'gassy...”

“In other news~the sky is blue and Dabi is king of the sluts...so anyway. What's the deal, kid? Why are you going Snowcone Bakery on me?”

Geten huffed the gas off to the side while gently stroking his tummy. Still he kept his eye contact away from Skeptic.

“...I noticed we didn't do anything for your birthday this year...”

“Of course not. You don't even know when my birthday is. That's kinda the point,” Skeptic replied as if that was painfully obvious. “We're not exactly running a summer camp anyway.”

“...I know but...I just...I thought it might be nice. You've been working extra hard with everything going on so...y-y'know...”

Skeptic blinked under his bangs with surprise.

He and Geten didn't exactly get along. In fact Skeptic didn't really get along with most of the MLA~something Slide-n-Go could attest to more painfully than anyone.

But despite that Geten actually took the time to learn how to make a cake for the occasion. Not a great cake but good enough that Skeptic overindulged on the stuff enough to have a pretty bad tummyache. And Skeptic couldn't help feeling a little touched.

“...Maybe go for smaller proportions next time. If it's just us then don't let our shit tier self control get the better of us,” Skeptic insisted.

Geten looked back at Skeptic and seemed to pick up on what Skeptic was actually saying~he wouldn't mind if they did this kind of thing again.

“...Oh...o-okay,” Geten said with a soft little smile on his face. That was as close to a 'thank you' as he was going to get but he'd take it.

“Also wipe your face you're a mess,” Skeptic insisted while gingerly running his hand up and down his aggressively gurgling tummy.

“S-Sorry,” Geten muttered and wiped his face clean with a nearby napkin.

“Stomach feeling any better at least?” Skeptic asked.

A painful sounding gurgle erupted from Geten's hefty looking tummy all but answering Skeptic's question for him. Geten held his bubbling tummy firmly in one hand and gave another strong forceful burp that caused some drool to fly from his fangs. And it was immediately followed with another thicker burp that left him panting again.

“...Ungh...m'sorry...I'm being gross aren't I...” he muttered a little shamefully.

“Yes you are,” Skeptic replied dismissively.

But to Geten's surprise the villain hit his chest and let out a long throaty burp of his own. An impressive one at that. Even Skeptic was left a little surprised and relieved getting that one out~even patting his belly with satisfaction after.

Geten gave a small chuckle. “...H-Heh...nice one...”

"Nothing compared to the one I let out earlier," Skeptic said casually.

"Yeah but this was one was on command. That's even more impressive," Geten replied. Then his small smile turned a little competitive. “...I can still do a way louder one though...”

“And I'm sure you will. C'mere,” Skeptic replied equally dismissively.

Geten was confused but nonetheless scooted a little closer.

Then his face turned strawberry red when Skeptic placed his long delicate fingers over Geten's curved out belly and started to rub it.

“...W-What are you doing...?!”

“You took the time to make me a cake. Only fair I help ease your stomachache a lil bit,” Skeptic insisted and rolled his eyes with an annoyed grunt. “...I'm kinda getting used to this thanks to that patchwork dildo-for-brains...”

Skeptic had large hands so his palm alone covered a good bit of Geten's warm, soft tummy~even in its glutted state. He very softly started to caress circles across the upper center of Geten's very bloated belly which made the boy sigh slowly and grow a little more relaxed.

“...O-Ohhhh...th-that's...that's nice...” Geten mumbled quietly.

“I know it is,” Skeptic replied matter-of-factly.

He stroked up and down that smooth churning curvature to the tighter peak of Geten's stomach and down to his delicately soft lower tummy. It was refreshing rubbing someone's tummy and not worrying about rubbing over any surgical staples truth be told. The more he rubbed the more Geten's strain seemed to lessen. It was definitely helping to relax his stomach muscles more which was no doubt causing a lot of the cramping.

Skeptic's long thin fingertips kneaded into Geten's oh-so-soft tummy pushing into the sloshy bloat and feeling it gurgle beneath him. “Jeez. At this point I can't tell if you're more full of cake or milk,” Skeptic observed given that he was able to lightly jiggle Geten's belly.

Everything inside of him sloshed heavily from the jostle which made the boy hiccup then burp deeply after.

“You know you're usually a lot more quiet than this...” Skeptic remarked while he rubbed.

“...m'sorry...can't help it,” Geten mumbled a little embarrassed due to Skeptic constantly remarking on his outbursts.

“No it's fine. Better to get it out than let it sit and make yourself sick. Last thing I want is you puking cake and milk everywhere. That would be the honest to god worst...” Skeptic muttered with quiet dignified dread.

He palmed at Geten's belly feeling around for any especially tense area. There was a more noticeably bubbly sensation just around Geten's belly button. So Skeptic placed his palm squarely on the younger boys navel and dug his fingers around that fleshy area deeply. Then he pushed down slowly but firmly so as not to apply all the pressure at once.

A thick gurgle bubbled forth from Geten's belly and slowly rose up his gullet and throat. Geten clenched his eyes shut when he felt a rush of pressure building in his chest. Then he threw his head back and let out one of the loudest burps Skeptic had ever heard from the boy. It blasted from past his lips so hard that not only did some drool fly past his fangs but Skeptic would swear he could literally feel Geten's tummy ripple just ever so slightly in the wake of that monster.

Geten practically went cross-eyed after that one. He was left huffing and puffing while his bloated but just slightly deflated tummy rose and fell with each exhausted breath he gave.

“Faaah...hhhaaaahh...ohhhh my god that was... uuuUAAAAARRRRHP!!!” Geten tried to speak but interrupted himself with a raucous after burp.

Skeptic could feel there was still some residual gas pent up even after getting such a big one out. So he continued kneading over Geten's belly causing the boy to let out a couple more impressive burps until an especially long one finally gave him the relief he was seeking.

“There. Better?” Skeptic asked.

“Still feel more...but it definitely doesn't hurt as much,” Geten replied sleepily.

“Well that's good enough so screw it. I'm sure you can work anything else out yourself,” Skeptic said while he continued to idly rub Geten's tummy. It burbled more softly than it had been moments earlier.

Geten yawned heartily and unintentionally leaned against Skeptic's torso.

“...Mmmm...so how close of a guess was it?” Geten asked in an increasingly sleepy tone.

“Huh?”

“For your birthday I mean. I figure it probably wasn't today but was I at least close?”

Skeptic smirked a little. “You can always try again and find out.” He replied and almost playfully patted geten's tummy when he said that.

The boy hiccuped from the pat and nodded. By the time he passed out from a proper food coma he was kind of snuggling against Skeptic.

Surprisingly though the older man didn't push him off or make some snide remark. He just smirked a little more softly and continued to idly rub Geten's tummy while lightly massaging his own.

Heh heh. Thanks for making my birthday suck marginally less for once, kid...

#kink fic #skeptic #geten #platonic #tummy rub #nausea #stuffing #burps #tummyache #fluff #fungusfangs #gift

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trashytummiez · 2 years

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These two are so cute and surprisingly wholesome together even if Dabi is a cheeky troll to the icy gremlin the whole time X3

This is soooooo good~I love the idea of Geten being everyone's little snow cone brother when he's got a tummyache~from Skep to Dabs <3

and I can't help but love how many 80's references Dabi makes for someone born in the late 90's the crispy pretentious Gen Z-er XD

Ice gremlin gave himself a tummyache eating too fast.

#reblogs #fungusfangs #icy gremlin is too cute #tummyache #burps

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trashytummiez · 2 years

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I love this sequence from @fungusfangs soooo much X3

Look at poor icy gremlin boi snuggled up in Dedadstro's arms so adorably while drunken burpy Skep talks mad shit about Hana XD

The things Redadstro endures from his underlings~

Boys night~

#reblogs #fungusfangs #skeptic #geten #hana #redestro #drunk #stuffing #burps #funny #nausea #emeto #hana the greasy whore

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trashytummiez · 2 years

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Twice the Tummyache

This is my first kink fic for Twice based on a really cute series of drawings @fungusfangs did of the poor vulnerable boi wherein he gets a really bad tummyache and Toga decides to help him out.

Toga trotted along through the Leagues hideout. The villains weren't really on call today so the young woman was struggling to find something to do. Shigaraki and Spinner were playing video games together. Dabi was off doing his own thing as he always did when his services weren't immediately required. And Mr. Compress was probably still practicing his sleight of hand...now that one of those hands was robotic.

Life is so much easier when Toga has someone to stab.

Until then she thought to maybe hang out with Twice. But along the way she stopped in her tracks when she heard a low rumbling burp exit from one of the bedrooms. She frowned at the gross sound and was about to comment on it when she heard a familiar voice beat her to the punch.

“...S-Sorry...” Twice spoke up shyly and timidly but then sighed in deep relief and uttered in another voice, “...neeeeded that...whew...!”

Toga cocked a brow and stepped in the doorway to see Jin out of costume and unmasked. The scruffy young blond man huffed and put a hand on his stomach. Toga blinked when she saw it was looking a little puffed out. Not in a stuffed kind of way like when they all ordered junk food but more like when someone had a tummyache and their insides were in painful flux. Usually it was a sign that there was some pressure building up and causing the stomach to swell slightly.

She'd seen it happen a few times and as if she needed any more confirmation a loud painful sounding gurgle bellowed from Twice's tummy that made him cringe and nearly tear up when he doubled over in pain.

“Jin? Are you okay?” Toga asked in a softer voice. If there was anyone capable of bringing out the non-homicidal side of Toga it was her bestie.

The older man shakily nodded his head still keeping one hand thoroughly clamped around his belly while the other nervously lifted up to his mouth. “...mph...I-I'm okay...” Twice insisted uneasily. Then immediately undercut himself with his other voice. “...Woke up feelin' sick...”

Twice clenched his eyes shut when another thick burble rumbled painfully from his tummy. This time the force of the gurgle was so acidic and sharp that it caused him to tear up slightly from the corners of his eyes. He exhaled softly and slowly like he was trying desperately not to vomit. His hand slid under his shirt to very slowly rub up and down over his belly to try and settle it down. With his shirt raised up Toga could see Twice's usually firm and flat stomach was looking very taut and curved out from the pressure building up.

“...Ya know it looks like theres a lotta air in your tummy Jin. It's all tight and puffy,” Toga observed when she stepped into Twice's room.

Twice once again shakily nodded. “...M-Maybe...” he uttered and like clockwork followed up with his other voice. “...Hafta burp sooooo fuckin' bad...”

Toga blinked in confusion. “...Theeeen why don'tcha...?”

Twice tried his hardest not to whimper when he dropped his shirt back down and massaged his tummy with both hands. “...T-Tryin' to keep it down since Toga-chan thinks it's gross...I-I'm already annoying enough...”

The instant Toga heard that her eyes went wide with a mixture of horror and guilt. Her poor friend already didn't have the best self esteem as is. And with how often she always called out Shigaraki or Dabi for burping all the time~even Spinner~poor Twice was suffering just to avoid annoying his friend further.

Almost frantically Toga flailed around when she hopped in front of Twice and waved her hands around insistently. “Whaaaaaa? Nonono...i-it's not gross if you're sick...!” Toga tried to insist like a parent talking to a child even though Twice was over a decade older than her.

Twice covered his mouth and huffed again after his tummy gave another thick pained gurgle. He gave an uncertain frown. “...Ohhh...” Twice said with an oddly adorable little blink. “...Feels like that makes it grosser though...”

“Noooo...well yeah,” Toga conceded then immediately shook her head insistently. “B-But it don't matter if it helps your tummy feel less sick! It cancels out, see?”

“Ohhh...” Twice said and blinked again in silence. Even the wince from pain when another sharp churning bellowed from his belly didn't mask his blatant confusion. Then his other voice chimed in. “...Nope. Still don't get it.”

Toga nearly facepalmed.

“Don't make yourself sicker 'cuz of me! If you hafta burp then burp! I won't get annoyed at you for that. Promise.”

“...H-How do I know you won't just pretend you're not annoyed or grossed out...?” Twice asked while tapping his index fingers together very boyishly. “Yeah, ya could be lyin'!” Twice's other swiped.

“Oh come on, even I burp from time to time. See watch...” Toga held up a finger and swallowed some air. She had to try her best not to look annoyed with herself for actually doing this since she was trying to help her friend.

Twice watched and waited until Toga opened her mouth and gave a small airy burp that barely sounded like a burp at all.

“There. See? Nothin' to it,” Toga said with a smile that she used to desperately mask how grossed out she felt with herself.

“...That wasn't even really a burp though. It was like just all air. Those aren't gross like me...” Twice said. “Yeah that totally sucked,” Twice's other side added sharply.

“Jin don't call yourself gross,” Toga insisted with a frown all too used to the other personalities constantly butting in. She sighed to herself in defeat. “...Ungh...okay one second...”

She exited the room and headed towards the lounge area. Twice shifted around uncomfortably, worried he was causing problems for his friend. Another bubbling from his belly made him grasp the organ in discomfort while his fist raised to his mouth. He wasn't sure if he was about to burp or puke but he held it back anyway just in case.

Part of him really wanted a smoke right about now but he recalled what Mr. Compress said about nicotine and tummyaches not mixing well together at all.

He still wanted a smoke though.

But Toga returned before he could grab his pack from his denim jacket. Twice blinked with confusion. “What's that for?” he asked in address to the six pack of soda Toga was holding in her hand.

“Here. I'm gonna prove it to ya that it's not that gross,” she insisted when she grabbed one of the cans from the ring and set the other five down. Toga cracked the can open and to her dismay brought it to her lips and guzzled its contents down as fast as she could. To Twice's surprise the manic ex-high schooler could down her drink quite well. Almost as fast as Shigaraki and Dabi honestly.

The crisp bubbles burned a little as they flowed down her gullet. Her throat bobbed in and out with each wet and audible gulp she gave. The only thing she was used to drinking that fast was blood and even blood for all its coppery goodness didn't make her insides feel tighter. She loved the burn granted but that tight feeling growing in her tummy she absolutely hated. Especially since she knew what it meant was coming once the can left her lips.

But this was for a friend after all so she bucked up and drank as much of her can in one go as she could.

Toga pulled the soda can away and panted heavily. Just as she was dreading, her lips immediately parted open with a big unladylike burp. It loudly rang throughout the room and could very easily be heard outside from any LOV member within earshot.

Twice looked genuinely surprise to hear such a loud eructation bellow from his petite homicidal bestie.

Meanwhile Toga immediately covered her mouth. Her cheeks were incredibly red and she looked as if she wanted to stab herself repeatedly out of sheer embarrassment but she had to maintain herself and managed to flash a small smile that showed off her fangs. “There...! Y'see? No...uurrAAAHp...p-problem...!” Toga insisted while accidentally interrupting herself with an after burp. She winced and put a hand on her belly rubbing it up and down while she brought a fist to her mouth to stifle a thick closed mouth burp that stained her cheeks red. By Stain did she hate this, but endured for her friends sake.

Twice managed a small chuckle. “...H-Heh...yeah that was pretty good,” he conceded. “Marry me, that was hot...!” his other voice insisted, which made both Twice and Toga roll their eyes.

“So then get it out of your system Jin. C'mon,” toga insisted.

Twice nodded. He wrapped his fingers around his puffed out tummy and tried to knead into it. His stomach felt so tight and uncomfortable. It was as stiff as a rock. He could definitely feel the gas festering in his belly and tried to force it up by pressing his fingers into his organ to kind of shift it up and out.

While he kneaded into his tummy it burbled deeply and noisily. Twice cringed some more at the feeling and eased back a little. He stopped kneading and huffed shakily while the gurgling caused a slow wave of pain to surge throughout his whole stomach.

“Do you know how to force it up the way Tomura always does when he's being gro-err...when he's got too much air in his tummy?” Toga suggested still trying not to make Twice feel bad about himself.

Twice frowned skeptically. “...N-Not as good as he can. I can't make them really loud and relievin' y'know?” He tried anyway. Twice tentatively swallowed down some air which only made the ache in his belly worse. He could feel his middle growing tighter especially around his upper stomach which was killing him outright. Twice opened his mouth to force the air back up but nothing came out. He pushed on his belly but only managed a weak strangled sounding thing that could barely qualify for a burp.

“Unnf...think it's stuck,” Twice whined, once again tearing up from how much worse his stomach was hurting after taking in even more air.

Again Toga frowned guiltily. Poor Twice was holding it in so long so as not to gross her out that he went and gave himself a pretty gnarly tummyache.

“Sit down,” she insisted.

Twice sniffled softly but sat down on the floor carefully so as not to stir things up any worse in his tummy. He shifted uncomfortably and looked around for something to snuggle as he always did when he was in pain.

Toga sat down besides him and raised his shirt up to once again expose his bare tummy. Up close it definitely looked a lot tighter and more painfully curved out than Toga realized. She could see Twice's pants tightening unpleasantly around the waistband too. So to help a little bit she unbuttoned Twice's pants which made the man blush something fierce while he looked away in an adorably bashful kind of way. But when she did unbutton he couldn't help but moan a little at how much better it felt with his tummy not feeling quite as restricted.

And it really drove home how puffed out his tummy really was since it suddenly stuck out just a little bit more.

Gently Toga put her hands on Twice's bare belly. It was really firm and tight and had a curve to it that was a little less subtle now that his pants were unbuttoned. She could feel the poor thing gurgling aggressively beneath her hands while Twice whined and squirmed in discomfort. It was a little alarming how loud the gurgles were getting. To Toga it almost reminded her of her old high school, how those beakers kept bubbling like crazy over the burners.

She wasn't allowed near them after that one incident...

“...Unnnnf...why's it hurt so muuuuuch...?” whined Twice who clenched his eyes in pain. More tears formed out from their corners..

“Shhh it's okay,” Toga said in a far more gentle tone of voice than she usually had. Her manic side often tended to dissipate slightly when it came to Twice and taking care of him.

Which was what she aimed to do here. First she leaned close and rested her ear against Twice's aching bubbling tummy. She could hear how aggressively it was groaning away inside.

“Your tummy sounds really angry right now,” Toga stated with a slightly concerned frown.

“Ungh...it feels angry...” Twice groaned. “Feels nice...!” He lurched for a moment and put a fist up against his mouth. At first he wasn't sure if he was going to burp or puke so he tried to hold back. After a few moments it passed but created a more intense burbling in his belly that made him cringe and hug his tummy with one hand.

The younger villain let Twice reel for a moment but then pulled his arm aside. Then she started to gently rub circles over Twice's churning tummy. Her fingers delicately slid across the incredibly warm noisy surface while oh so slightly kneading into the stretched out skin.

Twice huffed and leaned back a little. He was still incredibly tense and Toga could feel it with those subtle vibrations pulsating through his body. But the way his clenched eyelids seemed to soften somewhat told the girl that her treatment was working.

Her hands continued to roam Twice's belly softly gliding up to the crest of his stomach and gingerly down to the sides of his lower tummy which never failed to earn a little bashful whine from the man.

“How's that feel?” She asked.

“...F-Feels...wonderful...” Twice muttered quietly. “...Feels awful...!!!” his contradictory side reiterated.

Toga continued her delicate treatment.

Her fingertips kneaded little circles into the side of Twice's puffy tummy. She could feel the gas beneath the surface circulating with her ministrations. So Toga started to apply a bit of weight where Twice's stomach felt the most tense. Because the tension meant that the gas was starting to build up in the area she was focusing on the most especially into the side of Twice's tummy. Once it felt even tighter from that build up that meant it was finally time to help push it out.

And so Toga placed her whole palm against the middle side of Twice's belly and pushed down firmly into it.

A thick gurgle rose from Twice's chest and then bubbled its way up his throat. Twice grimaced with momentary discomfort. Then the man turned his head and held his hand over his mouth in time for an incredibly deep and raunchy burp to rumble its way out of his mouth. It forced itself out from his jaws so hard that some drool actually pelted his hand in the process.

The relief he felt after was instant. “Ohh fuck...hhhahh...s'cuse me...” Twice moaned out and sighed heavily.

“Good, there we go!” Toga said and encouragingly patted Twice's tummy. It sounded like patting a ripe melon.

With that painfully thick eruption released Toga continued to scan across Twice's belly feeling for more tension. She found an area around his upper stomach and firmly pushed her fingers into it like before.

Another gurgle rose up from Twice's gullet. He dipped his head back and let out another louder burp that only got higher in pitch by the end. Twice huffed and shook his head dissatisfied. He thumped his fist against his athletic chest a few times and knocked another burp loose and a smaller one after that but neither one left him satisfied. So Toga pressed even harder into that same area and out came a really lengthy burp as a result.

Twice sighed again huffing as his tummy rose and fell. “Haaah...wow that felt good...” he said. “...That felt awful!!”

Toga smiled which revealed her sharp fangs. That blissful look overtaking Twice warmed her heart something fierce. The sounds he was letting out were utterly revolting but if it made him feel better than it was worth it for her.

The kneading continued with Toga's petite hands roaming over the noticeably deflated but still rounded edge of Twice's tummy. A good bit of pressure had been released already which made the organ feel less puffed out than it had earlier. It was still tight and a little bloated though and the grumbling was almost every bit as noisy as it was earlier.

Toga took a moment just to rub Twice's tummy to help it settle. Her hands ran up and down the troubled organ and made Twice hum pleasantly at the feeling.

On top of everything else Twice was often very starved for physical contact so for as much as the feeling of Toga's hands on his bare stomach made him blush he couldn't deny it was utterly sensational.

It worked wonders to help Twice relax and for Toga that was enough incentive alone to keep going. But she was also trying to circulate enough of the gas still stuck inside so she could work its way out.

While she rubbed though her own tummy gave a rather noisy gurgle. Toga winced uncomfortably then turned her head and brought her fist up to her mouth just in time to give a really big closed mouth burp. It rumbled loudly from behind her lips and stained her naturally flushed cheeks even redder. An even bigger closed mouth burp rumbled forth and came threateningly close to pushing past her lips. She huffed the gas aside and grimaced with disgust. Toga was still feeling kind of gassy herself from that soda she chugged earlier for Twice. Evidently she drank a lot more than she realized and wanted to.

“Heh. Nice one,” Twice said. “...That was totally weak as shit!!”

Toga palmed her chest a few times and excused herself. She was trying very hard to mask how grossed out that made her and turned her attention back to Twice's tummy.

Her fingers compressed into his tight stomach while rubbing over it. There was a lot less give now but she could still feel the tension of gas festering behind his stomach. So she continued to rub until she felt the tensest portion just around Twice's belly button. Toga cupped at Twice's lower tummy with one hand. Her fingers brushed slightly against the waistband of his boxers which made Twice whimper bashfully. She applied some pressure kneading into that area. Then her fingers stroked up until they passed Twice's sensitive navel and made him bite his lower lip.

Toga's put her palm right up against Twice's belly button with her fingers firmly planted into the area of flesh above it. She pushed her palm as firmly as she could without hurting her friend.

Twice immediately lurched and covered his mouth again when something thick rose up his throat. Once again he was scared he was on the verge of puking and desperately didn't want to do that around Toga or for any reason since throwing up always made him cry. Instead his hand was blown back and Twice proceeded to let rip a huge burp that echoed all throughout his room. It was his loudest and longest burp yet thanks to Toga pushing deeper into his belly while he burped forcing all of it out of him all at once with one record setting eructation.

Toga winced from being in point blank of the expulsion but opted to simply wring out her ears. Twice meanwhile hiccuped adorably and went cross-eyed. He practically flopped onto his back in a daze moaning and burping periodically as that big clog had finally been cleared thanks to that push. “Haaaaah...phaaaaahhh...ohhhh that's so much better...” Twice moaned out. “...Still don't feel great generally...”

After she finished wringing out her ears Toga leaned down and rested her ear against Twice's belly. The light burbling made her smile in relief. “Well your tummy definitely doesn't sound angry anymore so that's good!”

She sat comfortably next to Twice who was laid down in a heap on the floor rubbing his still exposed tummy in a satisfied way. He was occasionally burping still from the build up that had accumulated all this time but they weren't as harsh or painful and mercifully nowhere near as loud.

Toga smiled at the blissful sight of her friend and observed his tummy. It was much more deflated and now only had a very subtle curve to it likely from whatever he ate in the first place. She took his hand off and continued gingerly rubbing his belly in a more gentle and less focused and firm kind of way. Just letting her hand delicately glide across his tummy.

Twice huffed pleasantly and rested his eyes shut in a more relaxed way. “...I-I feel a lot better Toga...y-you don't have to keep rubbing my tummy...h-honest...” “...Don't stop...”

For once Toga listened to the contrarian side.

It was the least she could do for a friend after all.

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