#xwendyx

[drpeppertummy]

tiny sunny n wendy moment she had a big boiga

[ID: a drawing of a man and a woman standing together. the woman looks uncomfortable and holds one hand to her bloated tummy, and the man cautiously reaches for her tummy with an expression of concern.]

#art #belly kink #tummy kink #stuffing #stuffed belly #xsunnyx #xwendyx

[drpeppertummy]

wendy bloat moments. 4 once. have not tried to actually draw her in legitimately probably 15 years so forgive the palpable uncertainty about what shes supposed to look like

[ID: a drawing of a woman looking uncomfortable and clutching her bloated stomach with one hand.]

#art #belly kink #tummy kink #xwendyx

[drpeppertummy]

dogshit little hangry sunny thing i got sidetracked making him all sad & he was too miserable to stuff himself stupid like he was supposed to. will try a better one next time

[hunger, emotional anguish]

Sunny's stomach growled angrily, and he wrapped his arms around his sunken middle with a soft whine of discomfort. It was after one now, and due to a series of his own mistakes, he hadn't eaten a thing all day.

"Would you quit whining? You knew what time we were leaving, you had plenty of time to eat something," said Laurie.

"Well I didn't," he snapped. "What the hell am I supposed to do, build a time machine?"

"Don't get fresh with me, Sunshine," she said. He glared up at her, and she thought he looked like he was going to cry.

"Come on, Laurie, have a little pity," said Carrie. "Poor guy looks like he's about ready to take a bite out of the seat." Laurie, who had been stuck sitting next to Sunny all morning, shot Carrie a look in the mirror. She did not look open to the idea of pity.

"Can't we just stop at a rest stop? It'll be fast," Sunny begged. His tummy growled pitifully.

"No! We already stopped and you spent the whole time fucking around! We don't have time for another stop, so quit asking!"

"I was not fucking around! I was waiting for the bathroom," he argued. "Come on, Laurie, please?" Fed up, Laurie pulled over.

"Switch seats with Wendy," she said. Sunny looked up at her, shocked, and was met only with a cold stare.

"But--"

"Switch with Wendy! You're driving me nuts, Sunny! Go on!" He looked at her for a moment, then reluctantly unbuckled his seatbelt. He'd been tasked with navigating during the drive, but after a long morning of complaining from him and his belly, Laurie was exhausted. It had been his own fault; he'd gotten distracted and skipped breakfast, and he'd failed to have lunch when everybody else was eating. The group were on a tight schedule, and while she felt a little sorry for him, she didn't feel sorry enough to waste any time. He'd made his bed, and she was going to let him lie in it.

Wendy assumed the role of navigator, and Sunny was banished to the back of the minivan. He sat and sulked, hunched over to hold his aching stomach. It growled miserably, and he winced at the sharp pang of hunger that tore through it. His stomach hurt. His head hurt. Now, regretting having pissed off Laurie, his heart hurt too. In typical Sunny fashion, he'd behaved like a petulant child and gotten punished for it. It would've stung regardless, but his stormy emotions were only amplified by his hunger. Frustrated and upset, he found himself blinking back tears, and his breath hitched in his throat. He covered his face.

Gray's large hand on his back brought Sunny to attention. He looked up, quickly wiping his damp eyes. Gray was probably the only person who Sunny didn't mind seeing him cry, but right now, he felt even more ashamed than usual. With a sympathetic look in his soft eyes, Gray motioned for Sunny to move to the middle seat. Quietly, he did, and was immediately wrapped tightly in his friend's warm arms. Gray rested his hands on Sunny's stomach, and he could feel it tense up as it groaned desperately. Gently, he rubbed his friend's sore tummy, hoping to soothe it at least a little bit.

Sunny had tried to be silent in his despair, but his shaky sniffles inevitably made their way up to Laurie's ear, and the frequent rumbling of his empty belly haunted her like the wail of a ghost. She sighed, feeling guilty. As much of a pain as he was, Sunny was sensitive, and she regretted snapping at him. He couldn't help being hungry, even if it was his own fault. As she drove, a sign caught her eye, and she turned off the next exit.

"Alright," she said, pulling into McDonald's.

Laurie took the group through the drive thru, then parked the car. Wendy took the wheel, and Gray was assigned navigator. Laurie moved to the back with Sunny. He sat silently eating his Big Mac as Wendy pulled out, dark eyes fixed blankly on the car door. He was ravenous, although the prolonged hunger had begun to make him feel queasy, and he didn't have the energy to inhale the sandwich like he normally would have anyway. Tired and humbled, he took another listless bite. Watching him, Laurie thought he looked thoroughly beaten down. She sighed.

"I'm sorry," she said. He stopped chewing for a moment, then looked at her. Her face was filled with remorse. He swallowed.

"I'm sorry too," he said quietly. He took another bite. His stomach was still sore and his head still ached, but he was beginning to feel a little better as he ate.

"You don't have to be," said Laurie. "So you forgot to eat, big deal. I should've just let you get something."

"It's fine," he mumbled. "Lesson learned."

"Lesson learned," she agreed. "Both of us." He tilted his head, confused. Laurie's gaze fell down to the seat.

"Making your friends cry doesn't solve anything," she said, ashamed. Sunny considered that, taking another bite of burger.

"I don't know," he said with his mouth full. "I mean, I cried and you took us to McDonald's. That solved my problem. Maybe I should start crying all the time." She looked back up.

"Sunny, you are such a knucklehead." He smiled at her, his usual mischievous spark back in his eyes.

Sunny slowly finished his food, and at long last, his belly was full. Maybe a little more than full, Laurie thought, judging by the way it poked out against his snug shirt. He let out a soft sigh of contentment, resting his hand on his stomach and his head back against the headrest.

"Better?"

"Yeah."

#writing #belly kink #tummy kink #hunger kink #xsunnyx #xlauriex #xgraythehumanx #xcarriex #xwendyx #tagging them even tho they did fucken nothin

[drpeppertummy]

wendy doesnt have the same chemistry with marianne on account of she isnt desperately & hopelessly attracted to big milfs like sunny is but Oh Well

[brief hunger, stuffing, tummyache, hiccups, tummy rub]

"What can I get you tonight, honeybunch?"

Wendy looked up, startled. She hadn't noticed the waitress approaching. She was a tall, broad woman--Marianne, her name tag said--and Wendy suddenly felt very small under her looming figure. Truthfully, Wendy had no idea what Marianne could get her. It had been a long, exhausting day, and her brain was absolutely fried.

"You look like you're about to fall asleep, sweetheart," Marianne giggled. "Can I recommend something?" Wendy hesitated for a moment, then nodded uncertainly. Everything on the menu looked good, after all; she supposed she wouldn't mind letting somebody pick for her. Smiling, Marianne leaned over her shoulder, thought for a moment, and then tapped on one of the pictures.

"I think this would do you good," she said, almost murmuring into Wendy's ear. "Warm up a skinny little thing like you on a chilly night like this, hm?" Wendy nodded, slightly flustered. Marianne gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder and stood up straight again, and, inexplicably, Wendy found herself wishing the waitress would have lingered just a moment longer.

"Smart girl," Marianne said approvingly, and Wendy blushed. "That'll fill you up nicely. Now, that comes with two sides…"

By the time Marianne finally left, Wendy had a big bowl of ziti accompanied by broccoli and pickled beets, a cup of chicken noodle soup, a salad, and an appetizer of fried mushrooms on the way. How she'd let Marianne talk her into the mushrooms, she had no idea. Wendy was a very light eater--the soup and salad alone would be more than enough to fill her up--and she rarely went for fried food, which she was sure would give her a bellyache. There was something persuasive about Marianne, though. Maybe it was the way she buttered her up, maybe it was the confidence in her voice. Maybe it was the fact that Wendy was ever-so-slightly attracted to her. Whatever it was, she was sure she'd regret the decision by the end of the night. Right now, though, she was hungry, and the mushrooms didn't sound half bad.

Marianne returned quickly with the soup and salad, and a hunk of bread to go with it. As she set the dishes down, the warm, cozy smell of the chicken noodle soup rose up around Wendy like a hug, and her stomach growled loudly. She blushed, embarrassed, but Marianne laughed and gave her a friendly pat on the back.

"Eat up, cutie pie," she grinned, and Wendy's blush deepened. "The mushrooms'll be just a couple more minutes." Her hand lingered just long enough to give her shoulder a gentle squeeze, and then she was off again. Wendy watched her go, feeling almost dazed. Ordinarily, she might have felt uncomfortable with the casual intimacy of the overly affectionate waitress, but somehow, with Marianne, it was alright. Her belly rumbled again, pulling her from her trance, and she started on her soup.

Wendy had a small appetite and a stomach capacity to match, and by the time Marianne returned with the appetizer, she was already beginning to feel full. The mushrooms were wonderfully fragrant, though, and the breading didn't look too heavy, which she was relieved to see. She'd finished the soup and part of the salad, and if she were to quit there, she would have left perfectly satisfied. She had a big meal ahead of her, though, and she supposed she'd have to eat at least a little of it before asking for a box.

"I always say we've got the best fried mushrooms in the area," said Marianne as she set the plate down. "I'll have your dinner out in a few minutes. Make sure you clean your plate so we can make some room, alright, pretty baby?" Wendy nodded meekly. Marianne smiled sweetly at her, and for a moment Wendy thought she was eyeing her tummy as she left. She glanced down at herself once Marianne was out of sight. Her stomach poked out slightly, just barely enough to be noticeable. Feeling self-conscious, she adjusted her shirt.

She started on the mushrooms, which were light and crispy and hot, and finished up the salad in between them. She was definitely full now, and trying to pace herself. She had a feeling Marianne wouldn't be happy if she asked for a box before even starting on the ziti, although she wasn't sure why she cared. At any rate, she supposed she should at least finish the mushrooms; they wouldn't make good leftovers like the pasta would.

Her belly felt tight and heavy as she finished off the mushrooms. Despite being lightly fried, they were still more than she was used to, and they sat uncomfortably in her stomach like a boulder. On top of the bulk of the soup and salad, Wendy was beginning to feel a little overstuffed. She rested a hand on her belly and was startled to feel it bulging out tightly against her shirt.

"Hope you brought your appetite," teased Marianne, and Wendy jumped. Her stomach let out an uneasy groan at the sudden jolt. Marianne laughed and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Aw, I'm sorry, sweetheart, I didn't mean to scare you," she said, smiling. "Anyway, I hope you're not as full as you look, because I've got a big ol' bowl of pasta here for you. Oh, and you cleaned your plates for me, good girl!" Wendy watched, flushed, as Marianne cleared the empty dishes and set out the pasta and vegetables. She was, in fact, exactly as full as she looked, which, with her normally flat belly bulging comically over the waist of her skirt, was extremely full. Marianne, seeming to notice this, took Wendy's chin in her hand, and she froze at the gentle touch.

"You're not too full to eat your dinner, are you, honey?" Marianne's voice was sweet, and her expression almost pouty. Wendy, unable to speak, slowly shook her head. Marianne smiled. Slowly, she pulled her hand away from Wendy's jaw and gave her belly a gentle pat, drawing a nearly-inaudible groan of discomfort out of her.

"Good," she purred, giving one final pat. This one dislodged a small burp, and Wendy covered her mouth, embarrassed. Marianne gave her an approving smile and left her alone with her pasta.

Wendy didn't think her belly could take much more--or any more, really--but for a reason she couldn't quite explain, she dug into the pasta. It was hot, saucy, and cheesy, and she found herself wishing she wasn't so stuffed, because she'd have liked to eat the whole bowl. It was easy to keep eating, but she felt her stomach stretch tighter with each swallow. It wasn't long before she was stuffed nearly to bursting, her skinny tummy so full and taut that she couldn't eat another bite.

"Oh, sweetie pie, you look just about ready to pop," Marianne teased, approaching the table once more. Wendy responded involuntarily with a hiccup, and Marianne giggled. Wendy looked shyly up at her. She hiccuped again and winced as her overstuffed belly jolted.

"Aw, honey," Marianne said sympathetically. She leaned down beside Wendy, placing a hand on her back as she hiccuped again, and brought a glass of water to her mouth.

"Drink it slow," she instructed. "It'll help." Unsure what else to do, Wendy obeyed, taking long, slow sips as Marianne tilted the glass, her stomach growing tighter and tighter with each gulp. Her belly couldn't expand any further, and a tiny moan escaped her as her stomach tightened around the growing pressure inside it. The waist of her skirt creaked as it stretched to its limit, hugging her distended belly uncomfortably. Finally, Marianne set the glass down, leaving Wendy panting, her stomach sloshing softly with each shallow breath.

"That better?" Marianne gave her drum-tight tummy a gentle pat. Her stomach ached, but the hiccups were gone. She wondered if this was how Sunny felt whenever he stuffed himself silly, and if it was, she wondered how he could stand it. She felt like her stomach was pushing out as hard as it could, bloated and bubbling inside her, stretched so tightly that it almost ached to breathe. When Marianne let her hand linger for a moment atop her taut belly, however, Wendy momentarily saw the appeal.

"I'll go ahead and get you a box," Marianne said softly, standing upright again. "I don't think your poor tummy can take another bite, can it?" Timidly, Wendy shook her head. Marianne gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, then left to retrieve the box, and Wendy sat there sleepily, fighting to keep her tired eyes open and wondering what in the world had just happened. She brought her hand to her mouth to cover a yawn. It was past midnight, and she was looking forward to going home and sleeping off the enormous meal, although she wouldn't be able to sleep on her belly like she preferred to. As she thought about it, she found herself wishing that Marianne would be there alongside her, holding her in those big arms and tenderly rubbing her distended tummy until she fell asleep. She blinked and quickly pushed the absurd thought out of her mind, but it crept back in as Marianne returned with the box. Smiling slyly, Marianne leaned down to whisper in Wendy's ear.

"It's the end of my shift, honeybunch," she said, gently placing a hand on Wendy's bloated tummy. "How'd you like to come home with me?"

#writing #belly kink #tummy kink #stuffing #stuffed belly #xwendyx #xmariannex #burst mention

[drpeppertummy]

following a conversation with a friend about how when grays siblings are in town his family invites the whole crew over for dinner. ms romero is the kind of woman who wont take no for an answer when shes dishing out thirds & it was determined that she would absolutely obliterate wendy, whos half the size of gray & has No stomach capacity

[ID: a woman sitting and nervously holding a forkful of food with one hand and touching her very bloated tummy with the other.]

#art #belly kink #tummy kink #stuffing #stuffed belly #xwendyx

[drpeppertummy]

tiny silly sunny & wendy doodle 4 enrichment

[ID: a drawing of a man and a woman standing there looking at each other, each with a bloated tummy. the man is labelled "full of food," while the woman is labelled "full of bloat."]

#art #belly kink #tummy kink #stuffing #stuffed belly #xsunnyx #xwendyx

[drpeppertummy]

this is a little all over the place but What Ever sunny pleasant evening for once

[stuffing, tummy rubs]

Sunny was the last to arrive at Laurie's house. Everybody else was already happily chatting and snacking and laughing when he came trudging through the door, shivering and drenched to the bone after a long walk through the pouring rain. He was over an hour late. He hadn't intended to be, but he'd had a hard time getting himself together that day. Nothing seemed to be going right. His sleep had been repeatedly been interrupted by nightmares, leaving him feeling tired and on edge. He'd tripped and banged up his face on the arm of the couch, and he now had a big bruise blooming under his eye. The pasta dish he'd spent all morning working on was ruined by a faulty pepper shaker, and he'd had to not only start over from scratch, but run out and buy new ingredients as well. He'd spent a fair amount of time during this whole process crying in exhausted frustration, and his eyes were still red and sore. And then, after all that, he'd gotten rained on on his way over. He was bitterly aware that he'd likely still be dry if he hadn't screwed up the pasta.

"Oh, jeez, Sunny, you're soaking wet," exclaimed Laurie. Gray relieved him of the heavy dish he'd been carrying, and Laurie wrapped him in a towel. Realizing it wasn't going to do much good, she pulled him into her room and made him swap his wet clothes for a cozy oversized sweater and the smallest pair of pajama pants she could dig up. The two of them were nowhere near the same pants size, but with the help of the drawstring he was able to make it work.

As he emerged from the bathroom in his new outfit, Laurie ambushed him with the towel once more, this time vigorously ruffling his hair with it. A smile cracked through his grumpy face, and he hugged her tightly. She gladly returned the hug, lifting him slightly off the floor as she did, and then the two returned to the living room together.

"Hey, what took you, anyway? We were starting to think you got lost," said Carrie, throwing an arm around Sunny.

"I was busy fuckin' everything up," he said glumly, though his mood was already better than it had been when he'd arrived.

"Aw, shoot," she said, pulling him into a hug. "Well, hey, you made it, right?"

"Yeah, and now we can finally eat," said Dave. Sunny's belly rumbled loudly in response, and Carrie laughed and gave it a friendly pat. He hadn't realized it, but he'd barely eaten all day, having been too busy running around getting the pasta together.

In addition to the pasta, Gray had made enchiladas and Wendy had made her famous chicken noodle soup. It was an odd combination, along with the random assortment of snacks and appetizers everyone else had made, but everything looked and smelled fantastic. Sunny, who was still chilly from his long trek through the freezing wind and rain, was eager to get some hot food into his hungry stomach.

"So, what's the story with your face?" Carrie tapped her cheek as the group finally sat down to eat.

"I tripped," he confessed.

"Looks like it hurts," remarked Wendy. He nodded.

"I'm being very brave about it." He scooped a big steaming bite of enchilada into his mouth. Smiling, Laurie leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on the bruise, and he felt his cheeks go pink.

The group of friends talked and laughed happily over dinner, and it wasn't long before Sunny's plate was empty and his belly was full. He leaned back in his seat with a soft sigh, resting a hand on his rounded tummy. He finally felt like he'd shaken the cold away, the hot meal having warmed him up from the inside out, and he felt worlds better now that he'd eaten.

"You're lookin' pretty stuffed," teased Laurie, reaching out and patting his belly. "You didn't save room for cake, did you?" He perked up instantly, and she laughed. Laurie was well-known for her killer chocolate cake, and Sunny was perhaps one of its biggest fans.

Together, they all cleaned up dinner. Sunny rolled up the sleeves of Laurie's sweater--they were long enough to cover his hands, which he liked--and washed the dishes, his full tummy pressing against the counter as he did. It didn't take long for everything to be cleaned up, and Laurie retrieved the cake from the fridge. Gray wrapped an arm around Sunny while they waited their turn to get some, and Sunny gladly leaned into the embrace, hugging Gray and resting his head against his chest.

With the size of the cake, it was nearly impossible not to cut a big piece, and Sunny sat down with a slice that he wasn't sure he'd be able to finish. His friends were full, but he was absolutely stuffed. Still, he couldn't pass up dessert. The cake was heavenly, and he found it easy to eat even on a full belly. It wasn't long, in fact, before the entire slice was gone. He was a little surprised at himself for finishing it, but he wasn't surprised at how tight his stomach felt. It didn't ache--as a matter of fact, it felt pretty good--but he didn't think he could eat another bite if his life depended on it.

"Bet those pants fit now," said Laurie, giving Sunny's belly a gentle rub. She was right. He'd pulled the drawstring of the large pajama pants as tight as he could to fit his narrow waist, and now, as a matter of fact, it was just a little too snug. Shamelessly, he reached under the oversized sweater and loosened it a little. He sighed contentedly, resting both sleeve-covered hands on his belly, and Laurie laughed.

"You're adorable, Sunny," she giggled, and he flashed her a big toothy smile.

They remained at the table for a little while, chatting and digesting, and then the friends retreated to the living room and crowded onto the couch together. Sunny found himself happily nestled between Gray and Laurie. It was a tight squeeze, and the pressure against his bloated sides coaxed a small burp out of him. He yawned and leaned against Gray, who wrapped his arms around him and rested his big warm hands on his belly. Sunny melted under the comforting touch. He didn't want to fall asleep on his friends, but he was absolutely exhausted after losing so much sleep the night before. Looking up, though, he saw that Gray was also beginning to doze off. He smiled and hugged him. Gray was famous among his friends for falling asleep after a big meal, and Sunny was always glad to join him. He yawned again, and his tummy gurgled softly as it expanded under Gray's hands.

As the evening went on, Wendy, Dave, and Carrie made their way out one by one. Gray remained, having fallen fast asleep on the couch, and Sunny kept his place snuggled up against him. Laurie, perfectly fine with the two of them staying the night, rested herself against Sunny, sandwiching him snugly between his two larger friends. He grunted softly as he adjusted himself, trying to get comfortable. His belly felt extra tight under the new weight, but it wasn't unpleasant, and the heavy warmth of Laurie pressed against him was comforting. She rested one hand on his tummy, rubbing gently, and he smiled sleepily at her.

"I can't believe you ate that whole giant-ass piece of cake," she said quietly, giving his belly a gentle pat. Despite having some time to settle, it was still tight as a drum.

"Your fault," he whispered. "You make it so good." Laurie giggled and kissed him on the cheek.

"Still! On top of that big dinner," she whispered. "Doesn't your belly hurt?" He shook his head.

"Just full," he yawned, covering his mouth.

"I'll say." She continued rubbing his belly. Soothed by the gentle sensation, Sunny let his eyes fall shut, and before he knew it, he was happily snoring away.

#writing #belly kink #tummy kink #stuffing #stuffed belly #aware that the description does not match the preview whatsoever its fine he lives #xsunnyx #xlauriex #xgraythehumanx #xcarriex #xwendyx #xdavethehumanx

[drpeppertummy]

for the like 2 people who voted wendy

[ID: a drawing of a woman sitting and holding one hand to her bloated gurgling belly, holding a half-eaten burger in the other and looking slightly ill. she's labelled "ready to pop after half a McDonald's burger."]

#art #belly kink #tummy kink #stuffing #stuffed belly #burst mention #xwendyx

[drpeppertummy]

projecting onto wendy for once in this dinky little thing i cant get myself to finish. far from my best what ever

[post-unintentional air bloat, tummy rubs, mild burping]

As Laurie slowly woke up, a gurgle and a soft moan drew her attention. Yawning, she looked to her right to see Wendy, still asleep. The two were sharing a hotel room and, naturally, for financial purposes, a bed. Wendy, though still sleeping, didn't exactly look peaceful. Her face was painted with discomfort. There was another gurgle, and it was then that Laurie noticed her friend's stomach. The blanket, unwanted in the warm, poorly ventilated room, had been pushed throughout the night towards the foot of the bed, leaving the two friends uncovered. Additionally, Wendy's shirt had ridden up. Unlike Laurie, Wendy was fairly thin, and ordinarily, her exposed belly would have been flat. Right now, however, it was shockingly bloated, particularly at the top.

Laurie sat up, surprised. She was sure she would've noticed if Wendy had been that bloated when they'd gone to bed; it would've been obvious on her small frame. Another hollow gurgle rose up from Wendy's distended belly. It sounded like it was completely filled with air, and more was being forced in. Laurie looked at her for a moment, realizing what had happened. Every time Wendy swallowed, she swallowed a little bit of air, but the air evidently wasn't leaving her stomach. No wonder she looks so uncomfortable, Laurie thought. She's been bloating up like a balloon all night. She must be about ready to burst.

Indeed, Wendy's stomach was inflated far past its limit, and the ache of it finally pulled her from her restless sleep. She opened her tired eyes to see Laurie sitting over her, looking concerned. Her stomach felt like she'd swallowed a beach ball. She began to yawn, but was stopped by her belly's inability to stretch any further. A tiny, pained whine escaped her.

"Hey, sit up and try to burp or something, you're making me nervous," said Laurie. She helped Wendy upright, keeping a cautious hand on her friend's bulging belly. It felt rock solid. Wendy tried to force out a burp, and Laurie winced at the feeling of her stomach tensing under her hand. She managed a tiny burp, followed by a soft groan of discomfort. Laurie gently rubbed her sore belly, looking sympathetically at her.

"C'mon, you gotta do better than that," said Laurie, patting her back. "How am I gonna explain to the guys if you explode?"

"I am not going to explode," said Wendy, although she certainly felt like she was going to. Her belly rumbled, and she covered her mouth as she let out a more substantial burp.

"Hey, there you go," Laurie said approvingly. Wendy's stomach was still drum-tight under her hand, but it didn't feel quite so pressurized anymore. She was a little surprised Wendy hadn't pulled away from her touch yet. She was much pricklier than the rest of their friend group, not cuddly at all, and tended to stay uninvolved in any physical affection. Laurie rubbed her belly in gentle circles, pressing ever so slightly to coax out another burp.

#writing #belly kink #tummy kink #inflation kink #inflated belly #xwendyx #xlauriex

[drpeppertummy]

Do you think… you could do more writing (or even art when you have the motivation) of some dave stuffing? He is legit so cute and I love how you wrote him before!

thank u !!!!!!! i need to use him more bc hes like My Special Little Guy

[stuffing, liquid bloat, mild burping]

"Hey Laurie!" Carrie waved to her friend across the yard. "Dave's gonna chug a two liter, wanna watch?"

"I'm good," called Laurie.

"Carrie, don't let him do that," said Wendy.

"Since when am I his keeper?"

"Yeah, since when is she my keeper?" Dave turned to look at Wendy.

"I can't stop him! Look at this, there's no restraining this guy," said Carrie, lifting one of Dave's scrawny arms. Wendy sighed.

"Can you at least get off the deck so you don't make a mess when you throw up?"

"Aw, fine," said Dave. He began making his way off the deck, Carrie and grape soda in tow. The soda had been part of his contribution to the get-together--he was an awful cook, so he'd brought a variety of beverages, as well as some chips and a pack of paper plates and bowls--but the big bottle of grape had been unanimously rejected upon arrival. The only logical thing to do with it, as far as he was concerned, was to dispose of it himself.

"You really going to drink that whole thing?" Gray asked as they passed by him. He was busy at the grill, wearing Wendy's tiny apron.

"Someone's gotta do it," said Dave, putting on a dramatic expression of bravery. Gray nodded understandingly.

"You should eat first," he advised. "You're gonna miss out."

"Damn, this guy's doing all the thinking," said Carrie, giving Gray a firm slap on the back. "Yeah, save the grape for after lunch."

"ZITI!" Sunny hollered, emerging from the back door with a steaming dish of pasta. A rush of startled birds erupted from the surrounding trees.

"I think the ziti's ready," Carrie chuckled.

Sunny set out the bubbling dish of baked ziti as Gray finished up the sliders he was grilling. Laurie went inside to retrieve the salads she'd prepared from the fridge. Two slow cookers simmered away in the kitchen, one of Carrie's signature bean chili and one of Wendy's famous corn chowder. Dave set aside his soda and brought out the plates and chips.

The lunch was a success, with only a few minor injuries. Sunny had fallen backwards out of his chair trying to catch a runaway napkin, and Laurie had banged her knee on the table trying to catch him. Neither of them had succeeded and both sustained a few bruises. Carrie, unable to control herself, had laughed so hard at the spectacle that she nearly choked on a mouthful of chili, and she spent the rest of the meal trying to clear traces of cayenne from her nasal cavity. Casualties aside, everything had come out fantastic. Even Wendy had gone back for seconds, and Dave and Sunny had gone for thirds. Sunny wound up regretting this choice, but Dave, who was notorious for being a bottomless pit, seemed unaffected by his bloated stomach.

The group sat and chatted, enjoying the pleasant weather and digesting the big lunch. Sunny was beginning to look ill, but the other five were comfortably stuffed. After relaxing for a while, they finally began the cleanup. As they cleaned, Carrie gently elbowed Dave in the side.

"Hey, you still getting rid of that soda?"

"Oh, yeah! I almost forgot," said Dave.

"Oh, god, Carrie, why'd you remind him?" groaned Laurie. "He's gonna explode!"

"I just want to see if he can actually do it," she said with a shrug.

"You're seriously still going to do it?" Gray looked over his shoulder at them as he wiped off the table. "I was hoping you'd lose interest."

"At this point I'm committed," said Dave. "Besides, I've got room."

"Are you sure? You don't look like you have room," said Wendy, eyeing his belly skeptically. After three servings of everything, his stomach bulged comically out from his skinny frame. Somebody who didn't know Dave might've thought he was on the verge of being sick. His friends knew better. Despite his scrawny physique, Dave had a monster appetite, and it took more than a few dishes of pasta and chili to push him over the edge. Still, looking at him now, it seemed impossible that his stomach could stretch much further.

"Sure I do," he said. Wendy didn't look convinced. "Anyway, nobody else wants to drink it, what else are we gonna do with it?"

"Most people would drink it over the course of a few days," said Wendy. "That's what the cap is for."

"It's gonna go all flat! Even I'm above drinking flat soda."

"That's really saying something, since you're about as discerning as the average garbage can," teased Laurie. Dave made a silly face at her and picked up the soda.

"Alright, Dave!" Carrie gave him an encouraging pat on the back. He sat down and twisted off the cap, and before anybody could say anything, he put the opening to his lips and tipped it back. The rest of the group watched, astonished, as the unnatural purple liquid began to disappear down his throat. It went quickly, and his belly bumped out further and further with each heavy gulp. He grabbed his stomach with his free hand as he drank. Finally, just as his stomach reached its absolute limit, the bottle was empty. He pulled it away from his face, gasping.

"Holy shit," he panted. An enormous burp escaped him as he spoke. "That sucked."

"God damn, Dave! I really didn't think you could do it," exclaimed Carrie, impressed. Dave set the bottle down, still trying to catch his breath, and rested both hands on his belly. He looked and felt like he'd swallowed a basketball.

"I feel like the girl from Slither," he groaned. The soda had pushed him far past his limit, and his stomach felt like it was about to burst. He forced up another burp, desperately trying to release some of the pressure. Laurie carefully placed a hand on the top of his distended belly. It had already been tight before, and now it was rock solid.

"So you're not gonna get grape soda next time, right?" she asked, giving his belly a gentle rub.

"I don't know," said Dave. He let out another burp. "If I keep practicing, maybe this'll be my signature party trick!"

"David!" She threatened to slap his belly.

"I'm kidding! I'm never doing this shit again," he groaned, rubbing his aching stomach.

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[drpeppertummy]

sunny does a food challenge and dies (bad belly ache)

i was just gonna respond "sunny voice I Have Died. Badly." & then i wound up making a whole thing of it Ok

[stuffing, tummyache]

"Hey, look at this." Sunny rapidly whacked Laurie's arm with the menu and pointed to it. "Says if one person finishes this thing the whole party eats free. You think I can do it?"

"Absolutely not," said Laurie.

"No," said Gray.

"Have you ever learned anything in your life?" asked Wendy.

"You know he hasn't," said Carrie, rolling her eyes.

"Sounds like a bad idea," agreed Dave.

"I'm doing it," declared Sunny, slapping the menu down on the table. A wave of groans and facepalms rippled across the group.

It occurred to Sunny that he may have been too confident only when the waitress set the platter down in front of him. She'd asked him about six times while taking their orders if he was sure, and each time he'd insisted. Now, with the daunting arrangement of pancakes, eggs, potatoes, sausage, bacon, fruit, and toast staring back up at him, he was beginning to wonder if every single other person at the table had been right.

"Sunny?" Laurie looked at her friend.

"Shut up," he said. Laurie rolled her eyes, not trying very hard to hide her amusement.

"Just try not to make yourself puke, alright?"

"I am not going to make myself puke!"

"Whatever you say," she said, dipping into her own normal-sized breakfast. Sunny didn't look up from his monster platter. He didn't want to know what anybody else was thinking, and he told himself he didn't care. With a look of determination, he picked up his fork and got to work.

The first bite of pancake perked Sunny's confidence up a little bit. Diner pancakes were high among his many favorite foods, and these, sweet and fluffy and riddled with blueberries, were no exception. Still, he was smart enough to know that the pancakes would fill him up the fastest. As much as he wanted to shovel them in all at once, he pulled himself away and ate a few bites of the buttery potatoes, and then a piece of bacon. The fruit, he determined, should be dispersed throughout to help cut the weight of the greasy, carb-heavy meal.

Sunny was silent as he ate. Despite his initial worry upon seeing the platter, he was actually enjoying his breakfast, and was too busy eating to join the happy chattering of his friends. He was about halfway through his eggs and a quarter of the way through his pancakes. The meats, which he thought would lose their appeal the second they cooled off, were almost gone. He'd barely made a dent in the potatoes, which seemed to be regenerating every time he scooped some up, and he hadn't made any moves against the toast, which had almost no appeal to him. He ate a strawberry and then finally picked up a piece of toast.

"Hey, how's it going over there?" Laurie reached over and patted his belly. Sunny looked up, startled. He'd been lost in his own little world.

"Great," he said with his mouth full.

"If this is all it takes to shut you up, maybe we should come here more often," she teased, playfully pinching his side. He made a face at her.

"Maybe you should get this next time, if that's how it works," he said, pointing at the platter with his fork.

"Oh, kids, play nice," Wendy said wearily. Both of them sighed dramatically at her. Laurie gave Sunny a final pat and returned to her waffles. Sunny returned to his breakfast as well, but not with the same energy as before. Laurie had brought him back to his senses a little bit, and he was suddenly aware of how full he was. His belly was pushing out against his snug shirt. Right now, he felt comfortable, but his stomach was beginning to feel tight and heavy, and he realized it wouldn't be long before he crossed the line into tummyache territory.

Reluctantly, Sunny started eating his piece of toast. There were four pieces total. Those, along with the pancakes and the heap of potatoes, had him worried. Especially the pancakes. As much as he loved them, a nice stack of pancakes always left Sunny feeling like he was going to explode. In this particular instance, he was already full, and he hadn't even made it halfway through them yet. He tried to ignore his stomach as he ate, but the growing pressure inside his belly became more distracting with each bite. He finished his first piece of toast, ate another strawberry, and began the second piece.

After forcing down his second piece of toast, Sunny decided to return to the pancakes. He'd have to finish the toast eventually, but it was too unappetizing to eat all at once. The pancakes, on the other hand, held onto their appeal even as his stomach began to ache. Unfortunately, they were also unbelievably filling. Sunny thought he could feel his tummy expanding with each fluffy bite. He absently rested his free hand on his stomach as he ate. When only a quarter of the stack remained, he decided to switch to the pile of potatoes before the pancakes did him in.

His belly felt very tight now, and the potatoes weren't helping. They were bulky and heavy in his already overstuffed stomach. They also seemed endless. Sunny had spent most of the meal hunched over his breakfast, but he needed a break. He leaned back in his seat, rubbing his belly, which was very noticeably round.

"You done?" Carrie asked, eyeing her friend's distended stomach.

"No."

"What?!" Laurie looked incredulously at him. "Sunny, come on! You're obviously beyond full. There's no way you can finish all that." They both looked at his plate. On it remained a small chunk of the pancakes, two pieces of toast, a decent amount of potatoes, and a few more pieces of fruit. His stomach gurgled unhappily.

"I can too," he said.

"Look at your belly," said Laurie, giving his bloated stomach a poke. "You're gonna pop if you eat any more."

"I am not," he argued, shooing her hand away, although he wasn't entirely sure she was wrong. His belly felt like it was about to split open. Now, though, the determination to prove himself had returned. He sat up again and started on his remaining toast.

"Sunny!" Laurie exclaimed. She looked across the table at Wendy, who was rolling her eyes. The rest of the group were finishing up their breakfast, and Sunny was hell-bent on joining them. He ate both pieces of toast quickly, briefly reinvigorated by his desire to prove Laurie wrong. The rush soon wore off, however, and the feeling of fullness returned more overwhelmingly than ever. A dull nausea struck him momentarily, but it passed, and he picked up a forkful of potatoes. His hand faltered as he brought it to his mouth, but he pushed on. Bit by bit, stomach stretching to its limit, he eliminated the potatoes.

Sunny paused to take a breath, looking down at his nearly-empty plate. On it remained a little bit of fruit and the last of the pancakes. He was finally in the home stretch, but he wasn't sure he could make it. His tummy felt like it couldn't possibly take any more. He looked down to see it bulging far over the waist of his pants. He waited for another moment and then, holding one hand against his far-too-tight belly, he got to work on the pancakes. There was only a small portion left, but each bite still felt like too much. Slowly, however, against even his own expectations, he managed to finish them.

Now all that remained before him were two grapes and a strawberry. The grapes were small, and a refreshing change from the carbs he'd been stuffing himself full of. He got them out of the way with relative ease. The strawberry was large and a deep, enticing crimson. He picked it up and examined it. His stomach was stretched so tight that it was almost difficult to breathe; his belly could barely accommodate the space to inhale. For a moment he felt absolutely certain that if he ate that strawberry his belly would burst open right then and there. He hesitated, rubbing his stomach, then looked down at his empty plate. No, he'd done it. Even Laurie would have agreed that it would be stupid to give up now. With a sigh, he ate the strawberry.

Despite his worries, Sunny remained intact, but he didn't feel good at all. He leaned back in his seat again, both hands on his belly. Laurie stared at him in disbelief.

"Jesus H. Christ, Sunny," she said, astonished. "Are you okay?"

"No."

"I cannot believe you did that." She placed her hand on his tummy, feeling how tight it was. "You are completely out of your mind, you know that?"

"Yeah."

"Well, your complete lack of sense saved us the bill, so I guess we owe you a solid," said Dave. Sunny gave him a thumbs up and closed his eyes.

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[drpeppertummy]

[post-stuffing tummyache, emotional anguish]

Everybody was at the beach that afternoon except for Sunny. Sunny, who had eaten far too much at lunch, had reluctantly opted not to go because he wasn't feeling well. Now, unlike the rest of his friends who were out having fun, he was curled up all alone in bed, feeling miserable. He looked sadly up at the clear blue sky through the window. It was a perfect day for the beach, and he'd gone and ruined it for himself. He buried his face in his pillow. The only thing he hated more than being left out was being left out by his own fault. He felt awful, and his upset tummy wasn't helping.

Sunny turned onto his back and looked down at his bloated tummy. It bulged out uncomfortably, gurgling as it struggled to digest the enormous greasy mess he'd wolfed down earlier. The group had gone to the diner for lunch before heading off to the beach. Laurie had warned him not to eat too much, but Sunny, who had gone in absolutely ravenous, left with a massive lunch of fried seafood, coleslaw, fries, and mozzarella sticks crammed into his small stomach. His reasoning at the time was that it wouldn't have heated up well, but he regretted not listening. He'd rather have paid the price of dried-out leftovers for a happy tummy and a fun day out with his friends. Now, the meal sat like a heavy, greasy boulder in his stomach, and he felt bloated and queasy. He rested his hands on his belly and stared glumly up at the ceiling.

As he lay there, Sunny contemplated the pros and cons of a can of ginger ale. It sounded good, but he wasn't sure whether his already bloated stomach would appreciate it. There was also ginger tea--Laurie, knowing his habits, had kindly gifted him a box--but it didn't sound quite as refreshing. There was no relief quite like an ice cold ginger ale, but the tea would be more soothing. His belly gurgled pitifully. Sighing, he pushed himself upright and got out of bed.

Sunny slowly made his way into the kitchen, still pondering the beverage issue. He felt heavy and sluggish, entirely unlike his usual energetic self. There was already a can of ginger ale in the fridge. Making tea would require effort and patience. He chose the ginger ale.

Rubbing his aching tummy, Sunny trudged to his ratty old couch and sat down. He opened his ginger ale and turned on the TV. The first sip, at least, was exactly the sensation he'd been craving, cold and fizzy and soothing. He just hoped the bubbles wouldn't bloat him up even more. Even after taking some time to digest, his stomach still felt tight and overstuffed. He flipped through the channels, looking for something to distract himself, but all he could think about was how much fun everybody was having without him. The longer he thought about it, in fact, the more he wondered if they were having even more fun than they would've had if he was there. Sunny was well aware of what a pain he could be, and he often laughed it off. Once in a while, though, he couldn't help thinking that his friends would surely be happier if they'd never met him.

Sunny gave up on the TV and switched it off again. He set his ginger ale down on the coffee table and curled up against the arm of the couch, feeling utterly miserable. The room was silent apart from the birds chirping outside and the occasional queasy gurgle of his belly. He felt one bubbling up inside him and burped. It relieved a little bit of the pressure, but not much. He started to reach out for the ginger ale, then let his arm fall limply back into place. It didn't seem worth the effort anymore.

As he sat there sinking deeper and deeper into his bad mood, Sunny was startled by a sudden knock at the door. He jumped a little, and his stomach let out a distraught groan as its contents shifted. For a moment he thought about standing to answer it, but he didn't want to move.

"It's open," he called. It occurred to him that this wasn't the wisest response to a mysterious knock at the door, but if somebody decided to come in and knock him out, maybe it would be for the better. He didn't want to upset his tummy further by getting up, anyway. When the door opened, however, he was surprised to see Laurie, with the rest of the crew behind her.

"What're you guys doin' here? I thought you were staying at the beach all day," he said, confused.

"We came to see you, dummy!" Laurie sat down beside him. "It's not as fun when you're not there. How's your belly?" Sunny looked up at her, touched and surprised.

"Um, a little better…wait, really?"

"Huh? Yeah!"

"Dude, you're like, the life of the party," said Dave.

"Yeah, it's not half as fun without you," agreed Carrie. "I mean, who else is gonna make Laurie laugh Pepsi out her nose? Me? Fat chance! She doesn't even like my jokes."

"Huh." Sunny sat for a moment, considering this information. "Well, sitting here isn't as fun without you guys either."

"I'll bet," laughed Carrie, sitting on the arm of the couch. "Dave brought some DVDs, if you're up for a movie. They look a little questionable."

"Sure!" Sunny perked up a little. "I got popcorn if you guys want some. And chocolate milk. Y'know, all the food groups."

The group squeezed onto the couch together with their snacks. Gray, the biggest of the bunch, had pulled Sunny--the smallest--onto his lap to make room, and he sat with his hands folded over his friend's sore tummy. Sunny, as much as he wanted to watch the old Pakistani vampire movie Dave had put on, was growing increasingly drowsy. Gray's warm hands were comforting, and his stomachache was finally beginning to subside. He yawned. Gray gave his tummy a gentle rub.

"You guys really are the best," he said quietly during a lull in the action. "You didn't have to ditch the beach to come hang around over here."

"We didn't, but it seemed like the better option," said Wendy. "The beach with just the five of us is fine, but it's better when we're all together."

"That, and it's hard to have fun thinking about you sitting here all pitiful," grinned Laurie, tousling his hair. He smiled back at her.

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[drpeppertummy]

Help and Friends with our dear Sunny ? Perhaps brunch or dinner party?

ok this came out so bad bc i was distracted literally the entire time i was trying to write it but What Ever im done playin with it😭😭😭

[stuffing]

"Oh, come on, Sunny, you know you want more than that. There's plenty to go around," Laurie assured him, dumping another big scoop of Wendy's homemade chowder into his bowl. He looked up, surprised, but didn't argue. There wasn't much he liked better than his friends' cooking, but he didn't want to take more than his fair share before everybody had a chance to get their own servings. If he had taken too much, though, he supposed Laurie would be the first to let him know, so he gladly accepted the extra scoop and moved along to his seat.

It wasn't often the entire group had a chance to get together for dinner. When the occasion did arise, they liked to make an event of it, and everybody had brought a little something to share. Well, maybe more than a little. There was enough food to go around for a week, and Sunny, whose eyes were notoriously bigger than his stomach, had enough in front of him to last him through the winter. Still, knowing his appetite, Carrie tossed him an extra biscuit with a smile.

The friends sat down together and dug in, happily chatting away as they ate. Sunny was absolutely starving, and his empty stomach welcomed the hot food with an enthusiastic grumble. It didn't take long for the hunger to fade away, and it was soon replaced with a comfortable pressure as his belly filled up. Still, he had plenty to get through, and despite his growing fullness, his appetite was still fully present.

Wendy, having a very small appetite herself, was the first to quit. Ordinarily, she might have offered her leftovers to Gray, but since Sunny was right next to her, she passed off her uneaten potatoes to him, and he was happy to accept them. Laurie made the best potatoes he'd ever tasted, and he could gladly live on them. His tummy was feeling very full now, but he went on eating, more focused on the conversation than on the growing tightness in his stomach.

Sunny was small and skinny, and it didn't take much for a big meal to show on his slender frame. His belly was poking out noticeably now, pressing against his shirt and bulging over his snug belt. Somebody who didn't know him might have thought he was about ready to quit, but as long as there was still food on his plate, he had no intention of stopping. He paused for a moment, bringing a hand to his mouth to stifle a burp, and carried on with his dinner.

"You're lookin' pretty full," Laurie teased, reaching out to give her friend's rounded tummy a pat. "Maybe I shouldn't have given you that extra scoop after all." He made a silly face at her and scooped up another bite. She was, of course, right, but he wasn't going to admit that. He still had half a bowl of chowder to go, along with the rest of the odd little bites that remained on his plate and the extra biscuit. His belly was nearing its limit, but he was determined to finish.

Sunny was beyond full now, and a sliver of hairy skin peeked out from beneath his too-short shirt as his tummy pushed out further. The meal had been unbelievably filling, and he wasn't sure how much more his small stomach could hold. He felt completely stuffed to the brim. He looked up to see his friends finishing their own food, still chatting and laughing together as they polished off the last of their dinner. Determined to join them, he kept eating, though it was growing increasingly difficult. He'd managed to clear off his plate, but he still had the chowder and the biscuit to get through, and with his tummy being as full as it was, the idea of cramming in more heavy, filling food on top of everything he'd already eaten was more than a little daunting.

With a soft little sigh, Sunny scooped up another spoonful of chowder. Laurie glanced down at him. He didn't look enthusiastic about eating anymore, and his belly looked uncomfortably bloated. She doubted he'd be able to finish the rest of his dinner without making himself sick, but she knew him well enough to know that he'd try.

"Y'know, if you're full, you can always save that for later," she suggested. He looked up at her skeptically.

"I'm fine," he fibbed, and she rolled her eyes. Sunny was stubborn as a mule, particularly with Laurie, and it seemed that he was incapable of taking any sort of advice from her.

"You look like you're about to pop," she said, poking his distended belly. He shooed her hand away with a wince. She wasn't wrong; his tummy felt just as taut and strained as it looked. Still, he wasn't giving in. Stubbornly, he ate another spoonful. Laurie watched him, irritated, then picked up her own spoon and scooped up a bite from his bowl. He looked up, bewildered. She took another spoonful. Laughing at the ridiculous situation, Carrie reached past Wendy to take a spoonful, and then Dave and Gray, understanding what was happening, joined in as well. It didn't take long for the four of them to empty the bowl. Sheepishly, Sunny nibbled at his biscuit, then, accepting his defeat, he quietly handed it to Laurie. She laughed and threw an arm around him, giving his belly a friendly rub.

"You're ridiculous, Sunny," she said, patting his tummy.

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[drpeppertummy]

For Sunny: Their shirt rides up and exposes their belly. A close friend or partner is sitting beside them. How does that person respond? (Laurie & Gray come to mind first but if you wanna do the whole gang I’d love to know!)

Thank U So Much……………. lauries immediate instinct is Slap Tummy & grays might be to just scoop up the whole dam sunny & give him a little friendly belly rub. carrie & dave are more of the casual pat/poke type & wendy is disregarding it altogether

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[drpeppertummy]

hi! can I ask about b5 c4 and e4 for your group of little guys (in my mind I think of them as “Sunny's Gang”)

sunnys gang💖dont let laurie hear u sayin that shes gonna hunt him for sport

Who’s most likely to need to undo a button or two? - sunny 4 sure. because of his tendency to overeat And his tendency to wear tight clothes. hes not even overly embarrassed about it

Who is most likely to affectionately tease an overstuffed friend? - this ones a tie between sunny laurie & carrie. laurie might be a little meaner than the other two (at least with sunny, who is the one shes generally teasing) but still reasonably gentle. carrie is more likely to just be silly & friendly about it. sunny is surprisingly attentive when a friends tummy hurts but will still tease a tiny bit

Which character would be most likely to wind up stuffed savoring a fancy multiple-course meal complete with wine, appetizers, a cheeseboard, and dessert? - ive discussed this one before with friends & came to the conclusion that while none of them are particularly likely to find themselves in such a situation, i could see sunny & laurie teaming up to make such a dinner for the whole group in the comfort of one of their kitchens, in which case All of them would wind up stuffed silly

#thank youuuuuuuuuuu #message #xsunnyx #xlauriex #xcarriex #xwendyx #xgraythehumanx #xdavethehumanx #ask game replies

[drpeppertummy]

this was supposed to be a Kink Prompt Thing but it wound up being the worlds mildest shit ever ok forgive me we must make do

[mildest mention of stuffing]

It was a chilly, miserable November afternoon. Lousy weather for a birthday, Sunny thought. Sunny had always been a summer man, and the dark, overcast sky and damp air were killing his mood. He shivered and tucked his hands into his armpits as a cold gust of wind hit him square in the chest. Ordinarily, he would be spending a day like this curled up under a blanket. Today, however, he was being dragged around town by Carrie and Dave. He couldn't complain too much; he was always glad to spend time with his friends. Hell, he'd have gone to the ends of the earth with them if they asked. Still, an indoor activity would've been preferable to whatever they were doing right now.

"Where are we going now?" Sunny looked down, trying to brace himself against the wind. It was barely five o'clock and the sun was already beginning to set. The weather was only getting more unpleasant.

"Laurie asked us to get her some Tylenol," said Carrie. "Last thing, I swear." They hurried down the sidewalk and into the warm sanctuary of Rite-Aid. Sunny sighed with relief at the rush of hot air that hit them as they entered. He was glad to be out of the cold, but he'd be even happier when he was finally back home. The trio had been running around all afternoon, carrying out various errands that, as far as Sunny was concerned, were totally trivial. He was beginning to feel frustrated at having spent so much of his birthday on this expedition. If the pharmacy was the last stop, though, he supposed he could survive.

The group located the Tylenol, checked out, and began the trek back to Sunny's apartment. It was dark now, and beginning to drizzle. Dave kept his head down, trying to protect his glasses. Sunny couldn't understand how the other two weren't freezing. As the rain picked up, they began to run, and before long they were clambering through the doorway of the building.

"Thanks for coming with us," said Carrie as they walked up the stairs.

"Yeah, sorry it took forever," said Dave.

"It's fine," said Sunny, trying in vain to dry his face with his sleeve. "Shit, I'd go anywhere with you assholes."

"Great, because I have to go to the DMV next week and I could use some company," laughed Carrie, giving him a slap on the back.

"Count me in," he grinned. Still shivering, he fumbled the key into the lock and opened the door. Instead of stepping inside, however, he paused. The light was on. Confused, he entered the room, looking around suspiciously. As he did, a comforting smell hit him.

"Huh," he mumbled, stopping in his tracks. "That smells exactly like…"

"Like your mom's carbonara?" Laurie emerged from the kitchen. She was wearing his apron. It was big on him, but just right on her. Sunny stared up at her, wide-eyed.

"You're kiddin' me!"

"Nope."

"How…?"

"I called your sister," said Laurie, beaming. "Got all kinds of dirt on you. And the recipe, of course. Come on! It's just about ready." She grabbed his arm and pulled him into the kitchen, where Gray and Wendy were setting the table. The smell washed over him, and for a split second he was five years old, wandering into the kitchen to help his mother make dinner. His vision blurred.

"Aw, shit, don't look at me," he choked, hiding his face in his hands.

"Aw, Sunny!" Laurie pulled him into a tight hug. Carrie and Dave quickly joined in, followed by Wendy and Gray.

"You guys are the best," he hiccupped, wiping his eyes. He buried his face in Laurie's shoulder and wrapped his arms around his friends as best he could.

The chefs had outdone themselves. Sunny was astonished to find that the pasta tasted almost exactly like his mother's. It had been over a decade since he'd last had it; he'd never been able to bring himself to try and recreate it. The dinner had been filled with laughter and tears, and everybody had gone back for seconds. By the end of the evening, Sunny was more than a little stuffed, but the warm weight in his belly was a pleasant one.

"You guys really are the best," said Sunny as they cleaned up.

"We wanted to do something special since you've been working like crazy all month," said Laurie. "And you're always talking about your mom's cooking."

"Well, you sure as hell succeeded," he said. Suddenly he threw his arms around her, hugging her tight. "Thank you."

Sunny went to bed that night feeling very comfortably bloated. His stomach felt full and tight, but it didn't ache, and the hot pasta had warmed him from the inside out. He'd forgotten all about the cold and the wind and the rain, and his lasting memory of the day was one of deep affection for his friends. He snuggled up under his heavy blanket, hands resting on his full belly, and drifted happily off to sleep.

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