BWARP!!!!

The moist belch ripping from the bloated brunette like a roar, as Fuzz concluded her massive meal with the normal gaseous gratification that came after finishing a filling feast. The satisfied burp like a gust of wind buffeted across Fuzz’s tonsils in a spittle laced flurry as she voided the majority of the air that had gone down with her still squirming snack. The vulgar backdraft significantly slowing Sun’s struggles as the bundled-up blonde suddenly found herself lacking in her muggy air supply as she sat stewing in the stomach. The woman’s entire world the claustrophobic confines of the tart tummy, as Sun sat tucked up awaiting her imminent turdificiation.

The devoured dame feeling her eyelids growing heavy as she relaxed to the gentle gyrations of the gut as it massaged over her in soothing waves. Sun shivering slightly as she felt Fuzz stroking the pudgy protrusion she made in a calm caress, as she savoured the meek motions within grow sluggish as suffocation set in bringing with it the heightened euphoria of a slow-burning asphyxiation. This lethargy having already spread to her swollen predator, as the heavy haul of shapely lunchmeat resting in her bulbous belly had caused Fuzz to slump to her side with a fleshy whump no sooner had Sun’s twitching toes slipped over her lips, as she assumed a position to carry the weight of her plump passenger more comfortably. Fuzz letting out a half-hearted yawn, as her full form focused its resources on processing the copious amount of protein that its gut had been gifted, as the digestion of Sun’s ample flesh would surely yield a lavish number of calories for the petite predator. The woman tuckered out from the exertion of eating someone larger than she was, and Fuzz was about to doze off when Bug broke the silence of the post banquet basking with a simple question, that immediately caught her attention.

“What does a burp mean to you?” asked Bug casually as she sat nursing her own moving midriff, her hands gently stroking Sky Spear’s shadow through the thin wrapper that was her bulging belly. The taut skin not leaving much to the imagination, as Bug’s fingers glided over the stifled features in a skimming tour as she explored the curled-up curves of the twitching lady lump. Bug’s steely gastric chamber easily wrestling the blue-haired bounty into the most economical position for her transition into a manure mousse, leaving her unable to do much more than feebly fidget as she awaited the inevitable burp that would turn off the lights. This weak wriggling causing a small eructation to creep up Bug’s throat as a seeping sigh that reminded her palate of Sky’s sweet aftertaste, which she mulled like a fine wine upon her tongue as she awaited Fuzz’s answer.

“It means I enjoyed them, you know compliments to the chef for not wearing protection, something special to end the encounter,” jested Fuzz as she gave what she thought was an obvious answer. Fuzz leaning forward slightly to rest her body weight upon the worming mass that Sun had been reduced to, as the jittering shudders indicated that she had capitulated to the enclosed euphoric of the skin-tight seal of the kneading digestive tract.

“I thought you would say something like that…” replied Bug with a shrug at such a stock answer, albeit sprinkled with the uncouth flavour that fuzz tended to dabble into her words. Bug shuffling closer to the lounging Latina with all the regal grace of a bull elephant seal, as she had something erotically educational to show her cybernetic companion.

“…Let me show you a little party trick I picked up over the years,” continued Bug cryptically, which was just about the most sinister thing she could do as she approached the beached Fuzz who was effectively immobilized by her lively lunch distorting her spherical stomach. Bug’s hand falling on Fuzz’s slender shoulder with a sharp yank pulling her closer, causing the woman to audibly gulp as for a moment she thought she was about to spend the rest of the evening simmering with Sky, before being squeezed out the morning after when the grey glutton dumped her double dinner date as a toilet clogger. The look Fuzz flashed causing Bug to smirk, as even without the bristling mannerisms, she knew if she really wanted the woman as a meal, she would already be giving her last little spasm before being reduced to chummy chyme. Fuzz small stature easily folded up as she spent her last moments spooning with Sky as little more than one ingredient in a steamy slut stomach sandwich that would soon be a sloshing stew sifting through Bug’s bowels. Heck if she had asked the tan treat would probably have volunteered for such treatment, but for the now Bug preferred her company over adding to her already engorged waistline.

“Don’t worry…. All you have to do is swallow,” Bug explained casually, giving a little wink at the snide jab, as she pulled Fuzz closer until their lips locked in a steamy snog. Fuzz not sure where this was going, as she half expected Bug’s maw to inch over her face as the prolific predator reneged on her previous statement and claimed her as another serving of sustenance. Bug’s hand tracing down Fuzz’s flank, stopping only to give her breast a teasing squeeze before slotting below her protruding abdomen and applying a stern sinking pressure as she teased the diaphragm into a convulsion. the fumbling flummox causing Fuzz to belch as she voided Sun’s remaining air, forcing the stale air up the gullet in a gastric gale as the stomach clamped down to claim its quarry. Bug murmuring as she tasted Sun on the wind before she exhaled through her nose releasing the excess gut gas upon Fuzz’s cheek.

Sun jolting to life at the loss of her atmosphere, as she began to buck, causing her bulge to bounce in complaint as she began to suddenly suffocate causing Fuzz to rock about as though she were riding a bucking bronco as instinct drove her food to flail. Bug letting the worming woman express herself for a few seconds before she tensed her tummy and gave her own belch, washing Fuzz’s mouth with a fermented French kiss that was tainted with the familiar taste of Sky’s perfume. The woman in question immediately starting to thrash, as the pert posset stripped her of her remaining oxygen forcing a strangled death spasm out of the braided beauty as she began to drown in the digestive depths.

Fuzz gulping down the bitter bubble with a strong swallow as both their bellies bashed together in a caustic clash as primal panic washed through their packaged prey. Sun calming down a few seconds later as she wheezily gasped as her body graciously accepted her renewed second hand air as though it were free gold. The woman’s aching chest heaving, but the acrid air was just sufficient to ventilate her lungs and ward off asphyxia for the time being as she would still be ending the night curling out a colon. Sky not so lucky and without the ability to draw breath she fell silent and slacked off a few seconds later as she expired as her body faltered to the biology of her devourer. The demonstration over Bug released her steely grasp, though instead of pulling away, Fuzz leaned in to continue Fuzz the sensual embrace a little longer as she continued to cooingly swap saliva, as she let what she had just experienced settle in.

“How did you know that would work?” enquired Fuzz breaking the kiss with a murmuring pant. Bug did not say anything for a moment as she seemed preoccupied feeling Sky’s heart flutter to a stop, as the weaker woman departed leaving a mighty mound of meat in her passing.

“Lung capacity, your belch would be about the same if I bled you of your last breath,” replied Bug, as she rolled onto her bubbly bottom so her protruding stomach could slot between her thicc thighs. The motion causing her bipedal body to jiggle as the action resonated through the fatty flesh like jello, that rippled gently until the adipose settled from the jolt. The response causing Fuzz to cock her head to the side slightly not exactly sure where Bug was going with this, though she knew her well enough to know the details would soon be divulged.

“Generally speaking most folks have a generic couple of litres of air in their lungs, so if I felt so inclined to snuff out your sassy spirit, well the raspy rattle you exhale should be about right for some other stomached slut to continue to draw breath, well until the next burp, though I think Pan might struggle with a huff from your diddly airbags,” elaborated Bug as the morbid scenario caused Fuzz’s womanhood to tense slightly as the gut slut pictured herself in the flustering fantasy. The tempting thought begging her to experiment in the bedroom with this belching breath play, as she was sure more than one of her clients would be perverse enough to partake in it if offered.

“How many times can you juggle it?” questioned Fuzz, as she was curious how much the bile scented breath could be bounced between bellies before it became inhospitable. The revealed compatibility of lung capacity giving her ideas, that transcended far beyond burping up Sun’s lingering atmosphere and leaving her to periodic jerks to petter out once the future bowel movement was put to bed.

“No clue depends on how much they are into it, you could probably finger one out before blacking out though,” shrugged Bug, as she leaned back, enjoying the feeling of Sky’s dead weight shifting within her as she moved. The answer getting a smile from Fuzz as she was already pondering how to integrate this erotic extravagance into her private shows. Bug picking up on this as the expressive woman wore herself on her sleeves as her ticks became more excessive when she was in thought.

“Why you want to be on the receiving end?” prodded Bug, as she probed the situation, as she was always game for another slurping session. The blue-eyed babe just giving an enthusiastic nod, letting Bug know that once they were done pinching off their passengers it was likely that the digested duo would be having another tour of her pipework after furiously polishing the silver of course. Bug just rolling her eyes at the upfrontness, as she accepted the willingness with her normal mardy manner.

“Typical…….”

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Bug and Fuzz enjoy a meal in their human forms. Bug taking the opportunity to show Fuzz on of the many tricks she has picked up over the years relating to the interchangeability of burping up her meals last feeble breaths.

A gift I got from Treetime featuring his gal fuzz and Skyspear, as the large lump hanging from Bug's belly XD

He used some of his patreon vouchers from  Silent_E to get this lovely image that I then as standard got my friend  plaguetyranno to colour

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