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So I said I would post occasional writings, didn't I? I've had this story in my drafts for a little while, very influenced by this story that made me implode when I first read it. Warning, this story gets a bit Gross at some points, so if the contents put you off I completely understand lol

Plot: Two partners are enjoying some soda on a nice warm day, when they realise that there may be something in said soda that leads them to a discovery they've secretly been waiting for...

Pairing: M/F, OCs (they don't have names lol)

Contents: Burping, Soda/Air inflation, Mutual m*sturbation, Burping on genitalia, Burping on...each other? Also very slight spit but it's extremely minor lol, honestly it's just there to add emphasis

Rating: VERY NSFW

A gentle sigh escapes his lips as he draws the can away, placing it back on its coster. Next to him, she lowers her own drink and uses her wrist to wipe away any excess left on her face, nestling her head deeper into his shoulder. The remote sits on the coffee table, just in front of his line of sight, untouched but still an option in case things get boring or someone's suddenly in the mood to watch a movie. Thankfully, that hasn't happened yet.

It was a perfect, lazy day; Saturday, nowhere to be, no chores needed to be done apart from cleaning up after meals, and temperature that was just right for a cozy day in with some sodas and cuddling on the sofa. The relaxed vibes of the day almost seemed to seep into the morning, as it took them much longer than needed to get out of bed when they woke up ('Can't we stay in a little longer?' she asked, and he only said no because an hour had already passed since their usual schedule). It was like a haze had overcome the two of them, but it was a comfortable haze, and neither of them would complain if it were to continue for the rest of the day.

She shifts her head so she's now looking up at him. "Hey, babe?"

He returns the look. "Hm?"

"I was thinking about tonight..." she reaches over to the table to place her can and nestles back in. "We haven't had a chance to do anything in a few days...what do you say about fucking me later? Does that sound good?"

Admittedly, there may have been more to getting out of bed than sticking to the internal clock. The chance to finally spend some quiet time together may have filled their heads with ideas of what they'd like to do with each other, which may have lead to them feeling more eager than usual, which may have lead to actions that made their bed creek enough to draw concern from neighbours if it wasn't so late in the morning. Maybe the haze was from arousal, but the two still wouldn't complain about that. In fact, it would probably make them even more eager.

A smirk spreads across his face at her question, though the red tint in his cheeks tells of a quiet shyness. "We can do it now, if you want. There's nothing stopping us."

"True..." she trails, pursing her lips in a curious pout. Instead, she reaches for her can once again and snuggles closer to him. "But I think I like it like this for now. It's nice. Plus I really want to finish this soda, I'm thirsty as hell."

"Ha, fair enough," he laughs. Along with her, he decides to take another sip of his own, licking his lips afterward.

"Did you hear about that new soda that just released that everyone's complaining about?" she asks suddenly. "Apparently there was an error in the recipe that included way more carbonation than needed, and a bunch of people were complaining about bloating and gas and stuff. They're gonna restock the shelves with the new recipe once it's been made."

His brow is raised in curiosity, but the mention of bloating and gas makes his breath stop in his throat. He feels his cheeks go warm again, and he curses himself for how that's much harder to hide. "H-huh...no, I don't think I've heard anything about that. Let's hope I didn't buy it by accident."

He gently lifts his can higher as he says this, making the two of them chuckle, although his is more of a nervous fill-in for something he's desperately trying to keep hidden while in front of her.

He can't deny that the idea of drinking soda with his girlfriend has made him feel more...excited than one would usually feel about drinking soda with their partner. Occasionally on dinner dates, he would catch sight of the bubbly liquid sliding down her throat and his heart would start beating just a little bit faster, and if the food was heavy enough he just knew it would add to it. Even the thought of him being full of bubbles and carbs weighing in his stomach, waiting to release the pressure, has been enough to make his trousers feel tight. He doesn't remember quite when this fascination started, though he sure as hell would like to find out so he can finally understand why he's so bloody bizarre.

His can rests on the coaster, yet also remains in his grasp. What if he did pick up the wrong soda by mistake? That would be fun- no, that would be stupid. He's never done that before. He wouldn't make that mistake now...right?

He's about to bring the can back and examine the label, but is stopped by one sound. A sound that makes his heart skip a beat; his stomach letting out a bubbling groan.

Despite the sweat threating to bead along his forehead, his eyes immediately fly to his stomach. It doesn't look much different; a bit pudgy but that's nothing new. And yet, he feels ashamed that he has to admit that it didn't feel that bad.

But then she lifts her head.

"Are you hungry?" she asks, such genuine concern in her tone. It's enough to make his neck tingle.

"Ah, no, it's just...bubbles from the soda, I think. Definitely not hungry."

"Right..." she drones unsuredly. With a puzzled crease in her brow, she places a hand on his stomach. "Do you feel okay? You seem anxious."

The heat in his face rises to a feeling of prickles against his cheeks. "I'm fine! I'm fine, I promise. I feel perfectly fine."

That crease in her brow remains, but a warm smile replaces her confused frown. "Are you actually nervous about picking up the wrong soda? Babe, it's fine, I saw the cans in the store. The faulty ones are blue. You don't have to worry about ballooning or anything."

On one hand, he can ease up knowing that he didn't futz anything. On the other hand...the thought has entered his mind before. The idea of consuming so much soda at one time that the bubbles have no choice but to form together in such a cramped space, forcing it to expand beyond what it would usually be used to. The movement of air causing gentle rumblings and gurgles so persistant that he'd be able to feel them by placing a palm on top of his distented belly. The dull pain of a stomach at max capacity, achived soley by liquid and air, only for it all to come rushing out in a belch that rattles his chest and deflates his gut like it were a cartoon.

Really, the only word that could describe it is 'ballooning'.

"Well...that's good," he breathes with a strained grin, as timorously as one could picture. It's not long, however, before his stomach starts acting up again, grumbling louder than before and with no signs of silencing itself. The buzzing in his middle is so intense that he has to bite his lip to prevent any other sounds from escaping, and God forbid the rest of his body give himself away when he hasn't even had the chance to admit anything himself. Instinctively, he places a hand on his gut, only to realise that she hasn't moved her own hand away. His eyes follow her arm, and land on her unnaturally reddened face.

"Whoa..." she marvels, only pausing to force in a small laugh. "That was, uh, pretty loud, huh?"

The sweat is definitely on his forehead now. He wonders if he looks just as pathetic as he feels, and then wonders how many times this has happened before. "Y-yeah, pretty- pretty loud."

Her mouth falls into a frown once again. "Babe, are you sure you're okay?"

He swallows, stomach still bubbling. "Hm?"

"You look really hot. Do you feel sick?"

"I'm- seriously, I'm fine, don't worry."

"Are you gonna throw up? Hold on, let me get you a bucket-"

"No, I just need to- BUUUuurrrrp!"

His vision clouds as his eyes roll back involentarily, a hand shooting up to cover his mouth. She's stopped dead in her tracks with her shoulders hunched like she's been caught, and a slow turn around reveals her eyes to have widened in shock. When he sees her, the flush in his face grows to a point that he almost looks like a strawberry, only this time it's his embarrassment outweighing his arousal.

"...excuse me," he murmurs meekly. He hunches over as he feels the strain on his pants get tighter with every passing second.

She's heard it before, there's nothing for her to be disgusted by. And yet, she reacts not with a casual hand wave to brush it off nor an impressed laugh, but with clenched legs and a gulp heavy enough to be heard over her own breathing. "S-sounds like...you really needed that."

The air feels warm; even with the tempreture said to be nice enough for shorts and sandels, it doesn't compare to the heat rising within the two the more they look at each other. No words are being shared, no exchanges besides the occasional glance down or sideways- there doesn't have to be. The thudding of heartbeats and shuddering of needy breaths says it all. Even the groaning of his stomach seems to fill in the gaps that neither of them are brave enough to say.

But it's not just his stomach. She clenches harder as her own tummy starts to grumble, hands quickly wrapping themselves around it as if they'd be able to silence anything. One stray thought pops into his head, a thought that compares her posture to that of a shy pin-up he'd spot in an adult magazine, and immediately he's on his feet with a hand pulling his shirt lower, not even sure if the effort is worth it anymore.

"Um, I need-" he stumbles to the doorway. "I gotta go to the bathroom. I'll- I'll be right back."

She nods in return, rapidly. "Yeah, okay- hic"

His legs work fast, carrying him to the bathroom in what feels like half a second, and the moment he hears the click of the door shutting is the moment another belch slips past his lips, deep and rumbling and enough to let a satisfied sigh escape too. He still feels the need to cover his mouth with a fist, despite no one else being in the room with him; maybe he's still shy about her hearing him in this state?

Maybe the modesty of it only turns him on more?

He slowly looks down to inspect the damage, and the thumping in his chest speeds up when he sees just how much his trousers are straining against his cock. The area is already tight enough from the burping, but being aware of just how much it's tugging and how big it's grown sends blood rushing straight down with every pulse. Not only that, when his eyes drift down even further he notices that something else has gotten bigger, and it does more for his dick than a simple fantasy ever could.

His belly really has ballooned, to the point that he knows he couldn't pass it off as extra fat. The surface is round and smooth, yet firm and taut as he runs his fingers along it, emphasising that whatever was put into that can has caused such a reaction, and he feels the need to moisten his lips at the realisation. He turns to the mirror and a side view reveals that his gut has expanded so much that he wouldn't look out of place at an all-you-can-eat buffet, his shirt barely concealing the skin underneath. He's bloated himself before, when she wasn't home but he craved her presence and his mind worked overdrive, but to get to the size he's at now would require at least two litres of soda, and even that would mostly be liquid. This is air, emphasised by the consistant creeking and groaning of his stomach. One can of soda did this.

"What the fuck..." is all he can rasp, astonishment mixed with lust. "It's so big- UUUUURRRROOOOP!"

The eruction tumbles out of him, powerful enough to make him keel over, the pressure leaving his stomach like unbuttoning a pair of jeans that have been worn for too long. A few more belches find their way up, one coming out after another with little pause in between, ending with a rattled sigh and a strained whimper as he desperately tries to keep his eyes open. Anymore and he's sure he would have been sent over the edge; the tent in his pants is almost unbearable at this point, like it could break out at any moment. He almost decides to try and ride it out, until the sound of another belch not from him comes muffled from the other room, and he realises that he needs to figure this out now otherwise he'll quite possibly explode.

He rummages through the drawer, burping into his fist once again, and eventually pulls out a condom. He runs him thumb over its edge gently, the shame running through his mind making him wonder if this is really worth it when she's still home. It would be much less embarrassing to just sit down and talk to her about it than to be caught burping with your cock in your hand. But the pain below is getting intense, both from his member throbbing and his stomach bloating...it wouldn't hurt to relieve some of the pressure, right?

Just as his fingers grip onto the corner of the packet, however, a voice distracts him. "Babe, are you done?"

Like a deer in the headlights, he stares wide-eyed at the door. "Uh, almost!" he calls.

"Okay..." she calls back, seemingly disappointed with his answer. He raises a brow.

"Why?"

"I wanted to talk to you about something. I'll wait until your done."

Something sinks in his stomach, though it doesn't take long to come back up as another burp. A small part of him knew something like this would happen considering how undignified he made himself look, there was no way he'd be able to hide such an obvious turn on from her. He looks around the room and considers going through with his original plan anyway, just to clear his mind...but he knows that thinking with his dick is what got him here in the first place. Getting it out of his system might make things easier.

He sighs, hiccuping, and slips the condom into his pocket without really thinking about it. His main priority is letting her know what's been happening, and that's what's on his mind even when he unlocks the door and slowly makes his way back to the living room. He expects to see a face full of confusion or disgust, one that won't even be able to look at him-

He's only half right. She's not looking at him, but she doesn't seem perturbed. Her legs are pressed tightly together, and her right hand rests delicately on top of her now-bloated belly, the other had held up close to her chin as she runs a thumb over her knuckles. Her face is still red. He dares to think that she's nervous too, but he's in disbelief over what.

Taking an unprompted cue, he sits down on the sofa, grimacing at another groan from his belly. "I, uh...didn't really have to go."

"I figured," she responds with a small smile. "But...you had to go for something, didn't you?"

A wave of shame rushes over him, weighing down his shoulders so much he can't even lift his head to look at her. There's a chance she wouldn't even want to see his face. Bubbling fills the air, though he's unsure if it's coming from his own stomach or hers.

Suddenly, he feels something in his hands, and looks up to see that she's taken them in her own. "Hey, babe, I promise I'm not gonna think you're weird for this, okay?" she murmurs so earnestly that he has no choice but to believe every word she's saying. "I just want to ask you something that's kind of...weird."

Can't be much weirder than how I've been acting, he thinks to himself. He takes a deep breath. "Sure, go ahead."

She doesn't say it immediately. The tension in the room slowly rises with every second passed, the only sounds filling the space once again being their stomachs grumbling with air that so badly wants to escape, and it's clear that they're both struggling to hold themselves together. Finally, she's able to make eye contact with him, and he returns it expectantly.

"Do you...get turned on by burping?"

It's the exact thing he expected to come out of her mouth, and yet he still feels every fibre of himself cringe at how embarrassing he is. Seriously, turned on by burping- when does that ever happen? He takes another breath, this one quieter than the last. "Y...yeah. Kind of. I know that's gross, I'm sorry-"

When he looks up, he pauses. There's no confusion in her face, no bafflement at something so strage or disgust at the fact that her boyfriend gets boners from belching- in fact, she seems...understanding. She's smiling. She's laughing.

"...yeah, it's pretty weird, huh?" he mumbles with a small neck scratch. That must be what she means.

"No, it's not that," she answers with a big grin. "It's just- God, this makes things so much easier- it's just that I- UUUUUOOOORRRRRRAAAAAP!"

A gigantic belch rips out of her mouth, coming as such a surprise that he even flinches away from her. It has enough force to make her bend forward, hands pressing against her stomach for support, pressure relieving so strongly that she can't keep her eyes from rolling back into her head. Even her breathing afterward is heavy and warm, made more alluring by the bashful grin and rosy cheeks on her face. He simply stares at her, wide-eyed and stunned.

"Whoa..."

"Y-yeah..." she pants, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I've been meaning to tell you...just couldn't find the right- uuurrp- time."

A warm feeling arises in his chest, and this time he wouldn't mind if it was another belch. The relief comes over him like a gust of cold air on a boiling day; not only is this interest of his a non-issue, it's something that she also gets hot and bothered by. The image of her below him releasing belch after belch pops ino his mind for just a second, and he feels his legs twitch. "I know what you mean...urp"

The room goes quiet again, pleasently this time, and the rumblings and gurgles of their stomachs don't seem as demeaning. The two look down at themselves and marvel at their guts, once soft and (relatively) flat, now expanded into round, taut spheres. There's so much air trapped inside that either of them could swear that they caught the organ undulating with every groan. Her eyes slide over to the can resting on the coffee table, and her mouth tightens.

"So how the hell did this happen?" he asks with a mix of intrigue and acceptance. "I don't think we ate anything bad..."

Hesitantly, she reaches over and grabs the can, holding it with both hands and looking at it with a worried brow. "About that...I looked at the drinks while you were in the bathroom and, uh...well..."

She twists the can around and holds it infront of his face, and when he reads the logo, a defeated sigh escapes his lips. Despite the bright red of the can being the same as the brand they usually favour, the logo is nothing like it. With it being a brand that he doesn't recognise, the realisation hits him instantly.

"Guess the blue ones are a different flavour," she mutters shamefully, glancing up like a guilty dog. "I think if we just- boooouurp- let them come up, we'll be- urrp- be fine. 'scuse me."

Fire runs up his crotch at the thought, the two of them continuously burping and massaging their swollen guts while progressively getting more and more turned on- it's enough to make him run his fingers along his inner thigh. "Well...ooouuurrrp, we both know about each other, so...it might- buuurp- be kinda hot..."

"Yeah..." she responds, then hiccups, then hiccups again, dislodging a wet burp in the process. It's unclear if the moan she makes afterward is of pain or pleasure. "God, this feels so personal. I'm gonna close the curtains-"

She moves before she finishes the sentence, toptoeing to the curtains and quickly pulling them together. The room suddenly becomes a lot darker, but even through the shade, he could see her form bouncing up and down as her legs squeezed tight. He didn't think he would see desperateness quite like his. "Wow, babe...I didn't think it- wait, oh fuck-"

An ominous, rolling groan emerges from his stomach, traveling audiably up his throat, and before he can hold it down an enormous belch rattles past his teeth. He's never burped so loud before; if only he were in a contest right now, he knows he'd win. There's no respite as another string of burps come following after, just like in the bathroom but even more powerful. Burp after burp, belch after belch, so much air escaping his mouth that he can physically feel the pressure in his belly start to decrease, and he swears that he can see stars behind his eyelids. When the air pocket is finally disloged entirely, he's overcome with so much relief that he involuntarily lets out a pleasured moan, his cock throbbing.

"Oh my God, shit...that felt so fucking good...uh, I hope that wasn't too much for you-"

He stops when he sees her posture change. She isn't moving, or at least appears to be holding herself still- But even as a sillouette, he can't mistake the position of her arm, tucked closer to her front, shoulder hitched in a stiff position. There's a faint sound of heavy breathing also coming from her direction.

"Babe?" he asks, partially concerned, partially knowing.

When she turns around, she's slow, like she's unveiling herself for him and she doesn't know it yet. It would be hard for her to know- she's got a hand between her legs, and based on the heavy eyelids and creased brow, she's rubbing pretty hard.

"It just feels so good..." she drawls hypnotically, rolling her hips into her hand like she's riding a horse. "Buuuuuoooorrrrrrp..."

His heart pounds like a steel drum, ready to burst out of his ribcage. If he wasn't already so breathless from the bubbles in his stomach, the wind would have been knocked right out of him at the sight of his girlfriend, so lost in her own pleasure that she just has to touch herself. His dick strains so tightly against his trousers that his own hand automatically reaches for it, before an idea pops into his head and makes him reach for the condom in his pocket. She's so caught up in her bliss that she doesn't even notice; all she can focus on is making her way back to the sofa and squeezing her thighs around her hand.

"Uuuuaarrrp...oooorrrrp-" she lets out a delicate moan as she rubs herself even harder. "Fuck, I've wanted to do this for so long."

He tears the packet with his teeth and pulls the condom out. "What? To- hic- touch yourself?"

She shakes her head, slightly slackjawed. "Burp with you. I've...aaarrrrrp...f-fantasised about this so much...oh, do you wanna have sex?"

The condom is already halfway down his dick as she says this, but he stops and looks around awkwardly. He's thought about the idea before, and it's even made him cum a few times; him and her pressed against one aother, trusting deep into each other with sweat pouring down their necks as wet belches explode out of them, unashamed and primal...but if he's barely able to keep himself composed just from a bloated belly, he isn't sure how long he'll last inside her.

"Um...I don't know," he sheepishly answers. "Ithink I waaauurrp- wanna get used to you knowing about it first. B-before anything."

Fortunately, she immediately nods in understanding, tilting her head back. "Mhh, that's fine. I'm kinda- urp, urp, boouurp, arp- shit, I'm into this right now, hah-"

More burps rise out of her as she rubs herself harder, hips unable to follow a specific rhythm but also unable to stop moving. Her skin glistens with sweat, even in the dimmed light of the living room, almost making her glow. He swears he feels the condom squeeze as his dick throbs in his hand, signifying how much his body aches for some kind of friction. He delicately spits in his hand, burping loudly right after, and starts jerking himself.

"Have you done this before?" he asks breathlessly, yet eager to know.

She hums in agreement. "Mh-hm. Usually when you're- uuurrap- out for a while, and I have the house to myseeellf- oh, fuck...I get a can of soda, or sometimes I just- hic-uurp- swallow a bunch of air and I...burp and burp and- uuuuuuaaaaarrrrrrp-"

Each burp leads up to a simpering moan, her body spasming with every rush of pleasure through her bones, and he can't help letting it out either. Gravelly hums fill his throat at the thought of her getting off like that, unashamed and unrestrained, relashing in what her body can do. His hand speeds up, adding a thick wetness to the sounds of their stomachs groaning.

"You like doing that, huh?" he grunts, swallowing the pool in his mouth. "You like burping and touching yourself?"

She nods, burping quietly.

"God, babe, you're so hot- BUUuuurrap!" he moans witheringly as the eruction comes up. "Bloating yourself up and playing with your pussy because it makes you horny...I bet it feels real good, huh? To- ooorrrrp- sit there and listen to yourself burp and belch all day, getting wetter and wetter...fuck, what I wouldn't give to sit there and watch. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Someone watching you while you finger fuck yourself- urp, uuurrrp- while you burp and burp..."

She nods again, vigorously this time, craning her neck in an attempt to forcibly draw more air out. She only manages to bring up little pops, but it’s enough to make her eyes roll into her head. He bites his lip at the sight, stroking faster.

”Yeah, that’s it…” he rasps, dick pulsating as he attempts to conceal a large burp behind closed lips. “Aah…you know, I like doing it too…”

She unlids her eyes for a second to look expectantly at him. “Wh-when do you do it…?”

A lazy smile spreads across his face as his memories come back to him. "All the time...when you're out shopping- uuuurrrrap...when I'm taking a shower- uuurroop...uu-uuurrp- boooouurrp- oh fuck, it feels so good, stroking my cock while I belch...I did it in the car once, God, I was so hard-"

Her eyes widen suddenly, her pupils seemingly dialating like a cat. "You did it in public?"

He grins awkwardly, running his thumb gently over his tip and gripping the sofa at every twitch of his hips. "Eh, n-not quite. I pulled over...you wanna hear about it?"

She hums a yes, one of her hands slowly rising to slip under her shirt and lay on her breast.

"Alright...I was driving home from work, and I stopped at a red light. I started thinking of you, and I got really fuckin' horny, so I- uuuuurrrp- nice and loud. It felt really good, and with the other cars around me it felt like I had an audience, so I did it again. Uuuuooorrrp. And again. Aaaarrrruuup. I was getting hard as a rock. When the light turned green I knew I had to pull over and jerk off somewhere, so when I found a spot that's what I did. It was quiet too; less of an audience but I didn't mind."

He burps, spits in his palm, burps again and resumes stroking his member.

"I closed my eyes, swallowed a bunch of air-" he demonstrates the action, loud gulps sounding out above his grumbling gut. "And I- buuuUUURRRRrrrrp- fuck, it felt so good, I had to keep doing it. UUUuurrrap, uuurrr-uuurrRRAAAAP, oorrrp, it was one after the other, and my hand was immediately down my pants and feeling just how big my cock was. I kept going, I belched and I belched, slicking the precum all over my tip, I- oh, fuck, ah, ah-"

The rest of his story quickly dissolves into moaning as his hand speeds up, sweat now drenching his forehead and matting his hair to his skin. The sudden pleasure draws the attention of her, legs clenched so tightly around her hand that it's barely visable between her thighs, and her other hand gripping and rubbing her breast feverously. The two moan and belch back and forth, so caught up in their own pleasure that they can't even be sure what day it is. Even if it is a work day, forget work; this feels too good to put off.

Eventually she calms down, panting and hiccuping but hands still planted firmly where they rested before, very much unfinished with their duties. "You're so hot," she whines petitely, contrasted with a deep burp right after. "Booooouuurrrp...God, I wish I was there with you."

He smiles warmly at her, cock squelching as he continues to move his hand. "I thought about you, if that helps. I thought about you sitting on my lap, legs spread wide as hell, gulping down air with me. Gp, gp, gp, gp. I thought- buuurrrp- about you burping on me, grinding into me until you got wet...you looked so cute and shy-"

She inturrupts with a loud, wet belch that sends spittle flying and makes her eyes roll again.

"Gh, just like that...I'm not sure how many people saw but I think I was pretty hidden, so I could relax." He burps a few more times and trembles with each one. "Shit, I got so into it I started doing kinky stuff. I played with my belly button, I tried burping on my dick, I- ohhh..."

Her heart starts racing a marathon in her chest, shortening her breath into little little gasps. "Y-you burped on your dick...?"

He stares at her with lidded eyes, unable to hold his head up straight as the bliss soaks up in him. "Yeah...huuurrrp...wanted to see what it would feel like...it was fucking great."

Looking down at his crotch, she sees that his boner has shown no signs of going down- in fact, it only appears to have grown larger with every burp out of his mouth. A thick vein pulses underneath the condom...the last time she saw any veins was when they were sliding into her mouth. Even with the visual making her drool down her chin, the thought of his dick being burped on is almost too much for her body to handle.

"Can you- ah~!" she whines, pinching her nipple in the perfect spot. "Can you do that now? Burp on your cock? Buuuuoorrp!"

His hips spasm violently as she belches. Almost as soon as the air escapes her lips, he's gulping down bubbles of air like he's drowning and desperately trying to find oxygen, his stomach rumbling defiantly below him at the extra air blowing it up. It's smaller than earlier, as well as hers by comparison, but there's still room for expulsion.

"Ooouurrrp...buuurrraaap-" he angles his dick closer to his chest, resisting the urge to rub his hands all over it, and lowers his head down enough to hover over the tip. "UUUURRRRRrrrrraaaap!"

Spittle flies out of the sides of his mouth, landing on the condom, emphasising the true force of his belch erupting from his belly. Within his grip, his dick quivers, and his fingers twitch while they wait for motion. Her pussy throbs at the sight, bringing out more moans and whimpers from within her, as well as some stray hiccups that make her stomach jiggle. She squeezes her thighs around her hand once again, but resists the urge to close her eyes in favour of keeping them on his dick.

"Fuck," she grunts desperately. "Can I do it?"

Unable to vocalise anything besides withering groans and hums, he nods eagerly and thumbs his tip, craning his head back to release another loud burp with closed eyes.

Now with permission, she smiles wide and forgoes playing with herself to stand on all fours in front of his crotch. She doesn't even need to swallow any extra air before a deep, rumbling burp ripples out of her directly into his cock, so bassy that it causes her back to arch down and her vision to swim. All she sees when she looks up, besides his towering member, is his face staring back down at her with a lust in his eyes so intense that the only thing preventing him from pouncing on her is his widened belly. She smirks, and burps on his dick again. She does it a few times, revelling in how easy she's able to make him jerk himself, and how much relief she feels getting the gas up.

"You're such a pervert," she teases coyly, eyes slipping back as a string of burps come pouring out of her, causing her hips to hump the air in yearning.

He smirks back, wiping the corner of his mouth. "Look who's talking. Bet you want me to burp on your pussy too, huh? You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

She grins dopily up at him with her tongue barely visable through her teeth. "God, yes, please do it. I- EEEUUUuurrrp- ah! I wanna feel it so bad..."

On instinct, she shifts positions immediately, back to where she originally was but now leaning back with her legs spread wide open. She hasn't bothered to take her pants off, but with how wet she already is she won't need to. His pupils seem to dilate as he focuses on her crotch, leaning forward enough to be inches away from it, also standing on all fours and letting the belches come flying out. Hot, wet burps pass his lips and land on her pulsating crotch; it's enough to make her moan louder than the clock on the wall, all the while making it harder for her to not bash his face in from thrusting. Every time he burps, she burps, both equally as loud and wet as each other, any shyness from their confession now melted away in favour of unabashed, unashamed pleasure and bliss. The room is red hot.

"BUUUOOORRRRP- fuck," he moans achingly, hips unable to stop jutting. "Fuck, I wanna cum. UUUUuurrrRRAAAP, I wanna cum so bad."

"Me- aaaAAAAEERRRRP- BOOOooourrrrp- me too," she whines back, eyes squinting shut as sweat threatens to drip down her face.

A bubble grumbles deep within her gut and, in an act of impulse, she tilts her head forward and releases a belch directly onto his face. She isn't sure why she wants to do this, but the heartbeat in her crotch tells her that it's what her body wants more than anything. Even the slight confusion in his face isn't enough to deter her, and she does it again, deeper and needier. Fortunately, he doesn't draw back. Opposite to that, his hand goes back to his cock and his vision focuses squarely on her, a gurgle finding its way up his own stomach and disloging a burp directly onto her face. Their hearts beat in sync.

The more they burp, the harder they pleasure themselves, and the harder they pleasure themselves, the more desperate their moaning becomes. All that matters to them now is riding out their arousal, feeling every inch of themselves twinge and buck, making sure they each know who belongs to whom by laying thick belches on each other. They can feel the air bubbling up their throat, and the sounds rattle their ears. They can't stop. They don't want to stop. Their vision grows hazy.

"I'm gonna cum," he says, burping.

"Me too," she responds, burping also.

And as if summoning it, a tingle swells in their crotches and quickly spreads through the rest of their bodies, causing frantic spasms and overlapping belches to spill out of them like an overflowing cup. They moan helplessly with scrunched up eyes, coloured dots prickling their vision, unable to open them for as long as more burps and more pleasure wash over them like a wave.

When their bodies finally start to calm down, the two exhale with lazy smiles and slump down heavily onto the couch, giving their hands some space from the warmth below.

"Shit..." he pants and wipes his forehead. "That was good."

She scratches her jaw and sighs calmly. "Yeah...one of the best ones I've had in a while."

Their moment of reprieve is shortlived, however, as both of ther stomachs give an ominous gurgle. They've both shrunken from their ballooned state, but the way that they grumble and shake implies that they're not done yet. Something else is brewing, and it's big.

"Uuurrrp- oh, fuck," he groans, covering his mouth as more burps come out of him. "I'm gonna- buuuurrrrp- I-I'm gonna- uuurrrp- uuUURRAP-"

She's in the same boat, unable to prevent the burps from pouring out of her mouth, until it happens- two gargantuan, ear-splitting belches rip out of the both of them at such a furocity that it feels like they're flying. They grip their bellies tightly, but no amount of pressure is able to hold back the air tumbling out of them. The burps last about ten seconds each, and from the first second to the last, the two can see fireworks bursting around their vision as their bodies spasm one last time before finally letting them rest. They struggle to catch their breath.

"...wow..." he says breathlessly. His cheeks are flushed, which makes his impressed smirk seem even cuter. " 'scuse us, I guess."

Her laughter is more subdued this time, unable to find her usual energy. "Now that felt good. God, I can't believe all that just happened because you picked up the wrong soda."

Her eyes travel to the very can that started this thing sitting neatly on the coffee table like nothing had happened. He follows her look, and under normal circumstances would scowl at it, but if he did then he would be denying the obviously amazing experience he just had.

"They really weren't lying about the carbonation, were they?" he asks rhetorically. She shakes her head, and the two sit in silenced amusement for a little bit.

He's always wondered how he would come to her about it. It's not something that one would usually admit to anyone, let alone someone who's experiences in the bedroom matter more than anyone else's, but he knew he'd have to tell her eventually. It wouldn't be fair to either of them otherwise, for him to keep a part of himself hidden that wouldn't give him the pleasure he or she needed. But now that she knows- not even, now that they both know about each other- he feels like he can relax a bit. Maybe he's just a little gross...but at least he doesn't have to be gross alone.

He delicately places a hand on his stomach, now back to it's regular shape. "So...you don't mind this? All of- yeah?"

"I mean, it would be hypocritical of me to say yes, right?" she says with a casual shrug. "To be honest, I was considering telling you the next time we had sex, but really...I don't think I would've had the courage. Not without something to push me, anyway. So, uh...thank you for buying the wrong soda."

The two laugh again, though he still feels just a touch embarrassed about the misshap. How the hell do you missread a logo that badly? He can't imagine how bad the customers without the fetish must have it if this is the outcome.

"...oh, man-" he says suddenly, sitting up and holding his legs together tightly. "Now I actually need the bathroom- give me a sec, I'll be right back."

He stands up to leave, but she's quick to copy him, hand resting against her belly. "Actually, I'll wait outside. I kinda need to go too."

They don't have time to discuss before they start speedwalking to the bathroom, pushing each other and snickering like two kids eager to beat the other in a race to the front seat of a car. They hiccup loudly, which only makes them laugh harder, and they realise that maybe things will be a little more smooth sailing now that they know more about each other. It helps that they're both into the same thing, so there'll be few things to compramise.

It also helps that throughout the whole experience, neither of them finished their cans, and they only have more to look forward to in the future...

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