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[drpeppertummy]

Big Full Belly Time

[ID: a drawing of two guys sleeping. one, labelled "world's sleepiest guy," is sitting upright asleep with a very big round belly, labelled "world's fullest belly." the other is laying against the first guy and using his belly as a pillow.]

[drpeppertummy]

Gray Tummy Appreciation Event

[ID: a drawing of three people. in the middle is a tall man with a nervous expression. on either side of him is a man and a woman smiling and hugging him, each with a hand on his round belly.]

[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."

[drpeppertummy]

2nd one done yipeeeee Its Just Tiny & Silly

[weight gain-induced insecurity + friendly reassurance]

Gray frowned.

He stood in front of the bathroom mirror, observing his reflection with dissatisfaction. He'd never been much of a heartthrob, with his perpetually grumpy-looking face and his looming figure, but he'd always had a relatively neutral relationship with his body. Lately, though, he had begun to feel self-conscious about his weight. He'd never been particularly thin, either; he'd always been solid and stocky, but he wouldn't have described himself as fat. In the past year or so, however, that had begun to change. He'd started to put on weight, and his tummy in particular had rounded out noticeably.

Gray stood before the mirror, looking unhappily at himself. He'd always preferred to wear his shirts tucked in, but he wasn't sure about the way the look accentuated the shape of his belly. He tried sucking it in for a moment, but it was neither convincing nor sustainable. He let it out again. With a quiet sigh, he placed his hands on his belly. As he did, he was startled by the sound of the door opening.

"Oh! My bad, I didn't know you were in here," exclaimed Sunny, quickly closing the door again. Gray looked at the door for a moment, took a quick glance back at the mirror, and sighed. He left the bathroom. Sunny rose from the spot where he'd been waiting and made his way toward the door, then paused, looking up at Gray.

"Are you alright? You look like something's buggin' you," he said. As a matter of fact, Gray didn't look any more troubled than he usually did. He was stony-faced as ever. Sunny simply had a way of being able to read him like a book. Despite their drastically different personalities, the two seemed to share some sort of understanding with each other. Gray nodded, but Sunny didn't look convinced.

"Aw, come on," he said, taking Gray's hand and swinging his arm back and forth. "Y'know you can tell me." Gray quietly considered this.

"I think I need to lose weight," he said finally. Sunny stopped swinging his arm and stared up at him, bewildered.

"Huh? Why?" Gray thought for a moment. The simple sincerity of Sunny's question caught him off guard, and he wasn't sure what to say.

"Because I gained weight," he said with a small shrug.

"So?" Sunny tilted his head.

"So…" Gray thought again. "I don't know." Another pause. "I don't think I look good."

"Don't think you look good?!" Sunny gaped up at him. "Sheesh, Gray, I wish I looked half as good as you! And I mean, I'm pretty smokin' as is!"

"Easy for you to say," said Gray, smiling a little. He leaned against the wall.

"Well, duh, because it's true," said Sunny. "Anything's easy to say if it's true, because you don't gotta make it up."

"That, I'm not sure about."

"Okay, maybe not," said Sunny, rubbing his chin. "I still haven't told Laurie about that night I spent with her grandma."

"The what?"

"Aw, nothin', I'm just thinkin' out loud. Come on, Gray, you got a cute belly," he said, patting Gray's round tummy for emphasis. "I think you look very handsome. Dashing, even."

"Do you think I should try dressing different? I mean, this is a little…" He gestured at the shape of his belly.

"Hell no," exclaimed Sunny. "I mean, you'd look great in anything. You could get a little sluttier, even. But I think you look great."

"Are you sure? I feel like I look like such a dad."

"You look like a DILF," grinned Sunny, patting his side. Gray laughed.

"I guess that's not so bad," said Gray. "Thanks, Sunny. I appreciate it." Sunny hugged Gray tightly from the side, one hand on his belly, and leaned up to his ear.

"I gotta pee," he whispered. He gave his friend a quick peck on the cheek and scampered back to the bathroom.

[drpeppertummy]

CAN you tell where i gave up. anyways i Was gonna write this instead of draw it (still might) but THINKING about sunny unintentionally making gray eat a bunch of crap all day til his phucking pants give out bc theyre too tight bc he hasnt gotten around to going shopping for new ones & hes Absolutely Mortified bc hes a big bashful boy

[ID: a drawing of two guys, one short and skinny, the other tall and less skinny. the tall one's pants button has popped off and his shirt has ridden up, exposing his very round full belly, and he's covering half of his face with embarrassment and blushing. the short guy is standing there looking at him, also blushing.]

[drpeppertummy]

um um ummmm Gray goin Hungry enough for the tummy to Audibly Protest and Sunny and Laurie and/or other friends fussin over him until he's Wickedly Overstuffed because he's too soft-spoken to let them know it's enough pleauueuuuuueuuueueuue

Devouring This Message idk if i did it any justice but

[hunger, stuffing, tummy rubs]

Gray brought a hand to his belly as an inaudible rumble twinged through it. Ever exhausted, he'd slept too late that morning and missed his chance to have breakfast before setting off with his friends. Now, it was nearly noon, and his stomach was beginning to ache. Sunny, Laurie, and Carrie had all managed to eat before meeting up and didn't seem hungry in the slightest, and, not wanting to interrupt their errands, Gray decided not to speak up. His stomach, having not gotten the memo, decided to speak up for him. Another rumble buzzed through it, this one considerably louder than the last, and Carrie looked up.

"Skip breakfast, big man?" She smiled up at him, and he looked away sheepishly.

"Hey, why don't we take a lunch break," Sunny suggested. "I got some leftover spaghetti that needs eating."

"Sounds solid," said Carrie.

"Sounds good to me," Laurie agreed. Gray's belly rumbled in agreement, and Carrie laughed and gave it a friendly pat.

The friends made their way back to Sunny's apartment in Laurie's decrepit minivan, affectionatly referred to by the group as the Shit Brickhouse. Gray felt a little guilty at having caused the disruption in the plan, but he supposed everybody would need a lunch break at some point anyway, and now was as good a time as any. He was, at least, grateful that he'd finally have a chance to appease his cranky stomach.

It was a long trek up the stairs to Sunny's place, and by the time they got there, Gray felt about ready to pass out. He didn't want anybody fussing over him, though, and held it together until he was finally able to sit down with his friends for lunch. It was more like a dinner than a lunch; Sunny distributed big bowls of pasta with homemade sauce and grated cheese and garlic bread to go with it. Being the loving little friend that he was, he made sure to give Gray a big extra scoop of spaghetti, knowing that he'd never speak up and ask for more if he needed it.

Gray's hungry stomach was eager to welcome the hot, saucy pasta, and he gladly dug in along with his friends. The rest of them didn't have quite as much, which he felt a little uncomfortable about, but he supposed they just weren't as hungry, which was correct. Sunny in particular had eaten an enormous breakfast not long ago, and it wasn't long before his tummy was too full to continue. He leaned back in his seat with a contented sigh.

"Hey Gray, you want the rest of mine? I'm full," he said, resting his hands on his belly.

"I'm alright. You should save it," Gray suggested. He was nearly through his own bowl and was beginning to feel pretty comfortably full himself.

"Aw, come on, big man, nobody's gonna judge you," said Carrie.

"Yeah, live a little, Gray! Besides, nobody wants Sunny's half-eaten slobbered-up spaghetti going back in the thing," said Laurie, and Sunny flicked a loose noodle at her face.

"Here, you're a growing boy, eat your lunch," said Sunny, passing his leftovers to Gray.

Gray was pleasantly stuffed after his own big bowl of spaghetti; the hot pasta was a comforting weight in his belly, and the fullness was beginning to make him feel sleepy. Still, he supposed his friends weren't going to let him get away without taking care of Sunny's bowl too. Despite being full, the idea wasn't unappealing. Sunny was an excellent cook, and his spaghetti was hard to turn down, even if it was half-eaten.

It didn't take long for the snug feeling in Gray's belly to grow uncomfortable, and by the time he finished the extra pasta, his stomach felt tightly stretched. Glancing down, he noticed his round belly pushing out more than usual, bulging conspicuously over his belt and pulling the fabric of his shirt taut. He rested his hand atop it with a soft sigh, setting the fork down in the empty bowl.

"Hey Gray, you want my garlic bread? It's never gonna heat up right," said Laurie, offering him her uneaten bread. Truthfully, Gray didn't think he could eat another bite. He hated to see food go to waste, though, and reluctantly accepted. The big hunk of bread was an unwelcome addition to his overstuffed belly, and his stomach groaned uncomfortably as it strained around its bulky contents. Still, he managed to finish it, and he brought a hand to his mouth to stifle a soft burp.

Sunny glanced down at Gray's belly as it let out another unhappy gurgle and was surprised to see it noticeably distended. Gray had a big tummy regardless of whether or not he'd eaten, and fullness wasn't nearly as apparent on him as it was on his slimmer friends. Right now, though, there was no denying it--he was absolutely stuffed.

"Sheesh, Gray, we stuffed you like a turkey," he said, reaching out to give his friend's belly a gentle pat. All Gray could do was nod.

Together, the friends cleaned up--the rest of them told Gray to go lay down, but he insisted on helping--and then retreated to the couch. Without the table in the way, it was even clearer now how big Gray's belly was, pushing out round and tight and visibly uncomfortable.

"Sorry, Gray," said Laurie, resting a hand on his belly as she sat beside him. "If I knew you were that full, I wouldn't've made you eat my leftover bread."

"Or my leftover spaghetti," agreed Sunny, laying his head against the side of Gray's chest and rubbing his belly gently.

"Me, I'm perfectly innocent," said Carrie, and Gray chuckled quietly.

"It's fine," he said, and it was. They'd finished the bulk of their errands for the day, and the ache in his bloated tummy was slowly easing up as he digested. He brought a hand to his mouth to cover a yawn. Laurie winced at the feeling of his already bloated belly expanding under her hand and rubbed it cautiously.

"Does your belly hurt?" she asked, looking up at him. He shook his head, although that wasn't entirely true. His stomach felt achingly stretched, and the pressure inside it was uncomfortable. He could live with it, though, at least as long as he was sitting and resting.

"That mean you'll be up for dessert?" asked Carrie, and he let his head fall back against the couch with a groan. She laughed and reached out to pat his belly.

"I'm kidding," she reassured him, giving his belly a gentle rub. "Take a nap, big man. After all that, you're gonna need it."

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[hunger, stuffing, emotional anguish, tummy rubs]

"Gray?"

"Hm?" Gray looked down at Sunny and was immediately concerned. He looked like he'd been through the wringer, sad and exhausted and limp, far from his usual energetic self. Even his voice was much softer than usual.

"Can I have a hug?" Sunny looked up at him with big wet eyes.

"Of course," said Gray, gently embracing his friend. Sunny wrapped his arms tightly around him and buried his face in his chest. He held himself together for a moment, then, in spite of his efforts, he wept. Gray held him close, rubbing his back as he cried. Finally, the tears began to slow, and Sunny pulled away, wiping his eyes.

"Sorry," he hiccupped, drying his face with his sleeve. "I didn't mean to do all that."

"You don't have to be sorry," said Gray. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know. Everything. I pissed off Laurie, and I dropped Wendy's mug, and then I burned the lasagna I was supposed to make for tonight, and I spilled Dave's paint all over the place, and…" he trailed off, his voice cracking. Gray nodded understandingly and hugged him again. Sunny clung weakly to him, resting his head against Gray's chest once more. His stomach growled loudly, and he winced. Gray looked down, surprised.

"Did you eat today?"

"I don't know. No, I was busy."

"Why don't we go have a snack?" Gray suggested.

"What's the point," Sunny mumbled.

"You know you always feel worse when you're hungry," said Gray. "I could use a snack too. Come on, we'll eat something together."

"Alright," Sunny agreed reluctantly.

Gray led Sunny to the kitchen with an arm around his shoulders, contemplating what to make. Sunny's stomach growled pitifully, and he hugged his arms around his aching tummy. Gray looked sympathetically at him. He had a feeling his friend hadn't completely forgotten to eat. Of course, there were plenty of times when he really was too busy or distracted to do so, but once in a while, if he was really feeling awful about himself, he simply wouldn't. Gray knew better than anybody about the darker parts of Sunny's mind; it didn't take much for him to spiral into self destruction.

Sunny dropped himself into a chair and put his head down on the table. His belly rumbled again and he ignored it. Gray watched him for a moment, then opened up the fridge, thinking.

"I'm so sick of fucking things up," Sunny mumbled. "Gray, sometimes I think it'd be better if I just went away." Gray froze for a moment, feeling a quick bolt of panic. He knew Sunny well enough to know that he wasn't exaggerating.

"Hey, that's not true," said Gray, turning to face him. "Everybody messes things up sometimes, but you do a lot for all of us too. And even if you didn't, we still like having you around." Sunny didn't argue, but Gray could tell he wasn't convinced. He pulled up a chair beside him and sat, placing a hand on his back.

"Listen, Sunny. If anything ever happened to you, I would be devastated. So would Laurie and everybody else. You're our friend, and we care about you, and we love you, and we're glad you're in our lives. I can't think of one single thing we do that would be better without you." Sunny looked up, wet-eyed.

"Thanks, Gray," he said quietly. He sat upright and hugged him, and Gray hugged him back.

"I'm gonna make you something to eat, okay?" Sunny nodded, and Gray stood up, gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, and returned to the fridge. Sunny sat for a moment, watching Gray, then quietly joined him.

Together, they made blueberry pancakes. Gray always made excellent pancakes; they were a favorite of his friends and his younger siblings, and fresh blueberries were his personal favorite addition. Just helping Gray cook made Sunny feel a little bit better, and Gray even managed to get a smile out of him while they worked. Finally, the two friends sat down together at the table, each with a plate of pancakes. Gray, who had already had lunch not long ago, had one, while Sunny had a nice stack of three. His starved tummy growled impatiently at the smell of them.

Despite his stomach's aches and complaints, Sunny didn't realize just how hungry he'd been until he started eating. Ordinarily, he was very chatty while eating with a friend--particularly with Gray, who may very well have been his closest friend--but right now he was too busy eating to speak. The pancakes were big and fluffy, and it didn't take long for them to fill him up. He was so full by the time he was nearly done that he had to push himself to finish them. Still, he finished successfully, and he leaned back in his seat, resting his hands on his puffed-up pancake-filled belly.

"You're the best, Gray," he said, idly rubbing his full belly. He felt absolutely stuffed, but comfortable, and eating had helped his mood after all, as did Gray's company.

"So are you," said Gray. "Thanks for helping."

They worked together to clean up the kitchen, then sat together on the couch. Gray pulled Sunny into his arms and rested his hands on his full tummy. It was round and tight, and it let out a soft gurgle as it worked to digest the big stack of pancakes. Sunny relaxed immediately in his arms. Gray's hands were big and warm, and the feeling of them covering his belly was comforting.

"I owe you one, Gray," Sunny said sleepily. "I feel a lot better." He paused for a moment, then spoke again, more quietly. "I'm sorry if I've been a lot lately."

"Don't be sorry," said Gray. "We all have our bad days. I'm just glad you're feeling better." He gently rubbed Sunny's bloated tummy, enjoying the soft rise and fall of it under his hands. Sunny sighed softly, melting completely under the warm touch, and Gray smiled.

[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.

[drpeppertummy]

Sunny Gets Unconditional Love Reassurance Event

[ID: a drawing of three people. in the middle is a short man being hugged by a tall woman and an even taller man. they are all smiling and surrounded by hearts.]

[drpeppertummy]

sending gray off to marianne bc im mean. but tbh . sunnys really the only one whos any fun for her to play with

[hunger, semi-willing stuffing]

It was late at night, and Gray sat alone in the diner booth, sleepily pondering over the extensive menu. He'd almost gone straight home after the long day of work, desperate to collapse into bed and fall asleep, but his hungry belly had been persuasive, and, knowing he didn't have the energy to cook, he'd decided to stop by the diner. He was the only customer in the place, and it was quiet apart from the soft voice of P@tsy Cline coming through the fuzzy old speakers. Gray yawned. The menu felt like a novel, and his tired eyes refused to focus on it. His belly rumbled.

"Sounds like you're ready for a midnight snack," teased the waitress, and Gray looked up, blushing. "What can I get you tonight, big guy?"

"Um…" Gray glanced back at the menu, uncertain. The waitress--Marianne, according to her name tag--watched for a moment, amused, as his eyes darted helplessly over the menu.

"It's a lot to look at," she chuckled, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Mind if I recommend something?"

"Sure," he agreed. Between being unbelievably sleepy and unbelievably shy, his low voice was nearly inaudible. Smiling, Marianne leaned over his shoulder to look at the menu. Gray remained frozen as she pondered for a moment, then tapped on one of the pictures with a long painted nail.

"How about a nice big bowl of fettuccine Alfredo? That'll fill that hungry belly up nicely," she suggested. Meekly, he nodded, and she gave his shoulder an approving pat before standing up straight again.

"Now, that comes with a soup and a salad…"

The pasta came with two sides--Gray had decided on a baked potato and mac and cheese--and, following an ill-timed bit of input from his hungry stomach, Marianne had talked him into not only upgrading the size of the soup but adding an appetizer as well. He wasn't sure whether any of that had been a good idea--he had a big appetite, but he wasn't a bottomless pit--but he'd always been a pushover, and he found it difficult to say no to the assertive waitress. He was absolutely starving, though, and it would be good to have leftovers, so he supposed it would be alright.

It wasn't long before Marianne returned with the salad and a steaming bowl of clam chowder. Gray thanked her quietly as she set the dishes down, and his belly rumbled at the alluring smell of the chowder. He blushed, embarrassed at his chatty stomach, but Marianne just smiled.

"I don't know whether this'll wake you up or put you to sleep faster, but you'd better get going before your stomach starts eating itself," she teased, giving him a friendly pat on the back. "The mozzarella sticks will be just a couple more minutes, alright?" He nodded shyly, and she left him with a cheeky smile. Diner waitresses were often friendly, but Marianne was something else, especially for Gray, who, with his looming figure and stone-faced stare, tended to make people a little nervous. Marianne, needless to say, was not nervous in the slightest. Marianne, as a matter of fact, seemed to somehow know exactly what a timid little mouse Gray was just under that big intimidating exterior, and she was perfectly happy to play the role of the cat.

Gray covered a yawn, then picked up his spoon to start on the chowder. His stomach welcomed it eagerly, and the anxious ache that had been growing in its emptiness began to dissipate. The salad was less of a thrill than the soup, but he switched back and forth between the two as he ate, not wanting to waste it. Gradually, his hunger faded, though he was still looking forward to the fettuccine. Just as he was finishing up the soup and salad, Marianne returned with the appetizer.

"Look at that, perfect timing," she said approvingly. She swapped the empty dishes for a plate of hot, fresh mozzarella sticks, and, despite not being terribly hungry anymore, Gray's stomach let out another soft little growl. They looked immensely appealing. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten mozzarella sticks at a restaurant.

"Your dinner won't be long, so go ahead and eat up, cutie pie," she said, flashing him a sweet smile before leaving him alone with the appetizer. He watched her go, blushing and bewildered, then blinked and turned back to the mozzarella sticks.

The sticks were perfectly crispy and melty, so hot that it was difficult to pick them up, but it didn't take long for Gray to finish them off. On top of the soup and salad, they sat heavy in his belly, and he was beginning to feel full. For a moment he began to regret letting Marianne talk him into the appetizer; he didn't eat as much fried food as he did when he was younger, and he was feeling like he might wind up with a bellyache if he ate anything else. When Marianne returned with the pasta, though, that feeling quickly departed.

"Hope you're still hungry," she said, setting the steaming bowl before him. As a matter of fact, he wasn't, but the fettuccine looked and smelled fantastic, as did the baked potato and the mac and cheese that accompanied it. Marianne began to turn away, then stopped and looked back down at him.

"Y'know, I bet a big guy like you could finish off that whole thing," she said, and a look in her eye suggested that it was a challenge. Gray wasn't competitive like his ridiculous little friend Sunny, and he was more apt to back away from challenges. For some reason, though, he felt oddly compelled to please Marianne, and less oddly nervous to disappoint her. She left with a wink, and he looked down at the food before him.

The pasta was as good as it looked, but it didn't take long for the fullness in Gray's belly to become distracting. The mozzarella sticks had brought him to the point of being comfortably full, and he'd barely made a dent in the fettuccine when he began to feel his stomach growing tighter. Still, the hot, saucy pasta was delicious, and he pushed on.

Gray nibbled on the sides as he ate, trying to pace himself. He was undeniably stuffed now, and he could feel his already round belly beginning to bulge more firmly against the waist of his pants. The pants were already snug, and they squeezed him uncomfortably around the middle as he grew fuller and fuller. Just as he was about to quit for the night, Marianne appeared beside him.

"Doing alright over here, sweetpea?" She smiled down at him, and he could feel her eyes on his belly. Almost instinctively, he held a hand over it, nodding.

"Good," she said, grinning. "You're not too full to finish, are you? That stuff heats up alright, but it's never as good as it is fresh, you know." As a matter of fact, Gray was very full. Before he could muster up the nerve to ask for a box, though, Marianne was gone. He hesitated, unsure what to do, and then picked up his fork again.

He knew she had a point about reheating the pasta; creamy sauces had a tendency to get funny in the microwave, and restaurant food was rarely as good the next day. Despite being full, his stomach didn't quite ache, and he supposed he could eat a little more and enjoy the meal while it was still at its best. He picked up another forkful and continued eating.

To his own surprise, Gray managed to eat a substantial amount of the pasta, although this wasn't without consequence. His belly bulged out tight and firm now, pulling the fabric of his shirt taut and straining the button of his pants. There was a tremendous pressure in his stomach, its bulky contents pushing out against its tightly-stretched walls as though they were desperate to break free, and he felt bloated, heavy, and overall stuffed. He didn't think his belly could take another bite.

"My goodness, your tummy looks just about ready to pop," said Marianne, sounding immensely pleased. Gray looked sheepishly up at her, ashamed at having stuffed himself so much, but he was met with an approving smile.

"You know, there's only a little teeny tiny bit left," she pointed out. "Barely even enough to take home. It'd be silly not to finish it up now, don't you think?" Gray looked down at his bowl. She was right; there were only a few bites left. His belly grumbled uncertainly, and he placed a tentative hand on it. It felt incredibly tight. He wasn't sure if it could hold any more.

"Come on," she said softly, leaning down beside him. "Big guy like you, you can fit a tiny bit more in there, can't you?" She gave his belly a gentle pat and was pleased at how firm it felt. Gray looked nervously at her, then back at the pasta. His belly felt like it could burst. Reluctantly, he picked up the fork.

With Marianne hovering by his side, Gray awkwardly scooped up another bite of pasta. It didn't go down easy; his stomach couldn't stretch much further. The waist of his pants creaked as the pressure behind it grew. Still, as long as Marianne was staring him down, he felt that he had to go on. He ate another bite, and then another. His stomach groaned uncomfortably as it strained to hold onto the enormous dinner inside it.

Finally, he was relieved to see that there was only one bite left. He didn't think he could take more than that if his life depended on it. With a soft sigh, he twirled up the last few strands of pasta on his fork and finished them off. His belly rumbled ominously as he swallowed, stretching to its absolute limit to fit the last little bit of fettuccine, and, to his horror, the button of his jeans popped open. He froze, absolutely mortified, but Marianne just laughed and patted his distended belly. He blushed deeply.

"I'm impressed, cutie pie," she giggled, standing up straight. "I didn't think you'd really be able to do it." Gray held his hands against his aching belly, stuffed and exhausted and entirely unsure how to respond. He wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep off the enormous dinner, though he was sure his overworked stomach would still be sore in the morning.

Another waitress walked through the door, glanced over at Marianne, and rolled her eyes. Marianne smiled slyly at her, then turned back to Gray and leaned in close.

"My shift is over, sweetheart," she said, murmuring softly into his ear. "You're looking awful sleepy. Why don't you come home with me tonight and let me take care of that poor tummy?" Somehow, oddly enough, Gray thought that sounded alright.

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uglyyyy little gray & sunny doodle

[ID: a doodle of two guys sitting together. one, who is bigger, is holding the other one on his lap, with his hand on his bloated tummy. the smaller one has his hand on top of his friend's hand.]

[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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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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[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.

[drpeppertummy]

i have Got to stop posting these in the middle of the night. But Not Today

[stuffing, tummyache, tummy rub]

Gray, at some point over the years, had earned himself the position of the designated scrap eater in his friend group. Any final bites that couldn't be finished were passed off to him, and he always accepted them. He hated seeing food go to waste and he almost always had room for a little more. Once in a while, however, his willingness to dispose of leftovers would result in an aching, overstuffed belly. Today had been one such occasion.

For as much time as Gray spent with his friends, it wasn't all that often the whole group got together for a meal. That morning, all six of them had met up at the diner for breakfast. Despite the large portions the restaurant was famous for, nobody had enough left on their plate to bother bringing home, so one by one, as they finished up, they passed off their scraps to Gray. Gray, who'd finished a big plate of eggs, toast, and potatoes, was feeling pretty stuffed already, but it seemed silly to leave behind a couple bites of pancake or a little chunk of cantaloupe, so he took care of it. He'd hoped his belly didn't look as big as it felt when they left.

By lunchtime, the overstuffed feeling had worn off a little bit, but he still felt bloated. Unfortunately, since the whole gang happened to have the day off, they had decided to try out the new burger place together--or, rather, the other five had decided. Gray hadn't played a part in the decision. He seldom did; he was content enough to go along with whatever everybody else wanted to do. In this case, he was a little less than content. He was still full from breakfast, and after his burger--he'd ordered something small and simple but the effect was still the same--he felt like he could lay down and sleep for a week. His belly was definitely visibly bloated this time. His shirt felt a little too tight, and the waist of his pants was digging uncomfortably into his skin. When he was offered a few loose fries and last bites of burger, he'd almost declined, but once again, it seemed silly to let it go to waste.

When dinner rolled around, Gray wasn't hungry whatsoever. His belly was tight and sore, and he was beginning to feel a little bit sick. The group had wound up at Wendy's house, where she made a pot of her signature chicken noodle soup. That news had been a little bit of a relief; it was the only thing that could possibly have sounded even the slightest bit appealing. Maybe it would even soothe his aching stomach a little, although he wasn't holding out much hope for that. He dished himself out a small serving. The soup's warmth and mildness was about as welcome as it could be, but a bellyful of liquid wasn't particularly helpful to his predicament. It filled in every little gap that was left in his already stuffed stomach and then stretched it to its limit. He finished his bowl and leaned back in his seat with a soft sigh.

"Hey Gray, do you want this?" Laurie held up a half-eaten chunk of bread. His eyes fell slowly onto it, and she thought he looked exhausted. After a pause, he shook his head.

"No thanks," he said, his low voice even quieter than usual.

"You full already? It didn't seem like you ate that much," she said. He nodded sleepily and rested his hands on his belly.

"You had a pretty small lunch, too," said Carrie. "You feeling alright, big man?"

"I ate too much at breakfast," he confessed.

"Breakfast! Jeez, Gray, we've done nothing but eat a bunch of crap all day," exclaimed Sunny. "Why didn't you say anything? We coulda saved the burger joint for another time!" Gray shrugged.

After they'd all cleaned up the kitchen--Wendy had told Gray to go rest, but he refused--Gray finally did what he'd been dying to do all day. He sat down on the couch and laid his head back against the cushion with a tired sigh and closed his eyes. He reopened them briefly to look at Laurie as she sat down beside him. She placed a comforting hand on his round belly and gave it a gentle pat.

"Yeah, that feels pretty full," she said. She rested her head on his shoulder and rubbed his belly in slow circles. Covering up a yawn, Gray leaned his head against hers and closed his eyes once more.

[drpeppertummy]

ok this one sucks but it was for a prompt Ok

[mutual stuffing, tummyache]

"Hey Gray," said Dave, his words muffled by a mouthful of pizza. "You ever eat a whole pizza? You look like the kind of guy who could eat a whole pizza. I mean, I don't mean, like, uh--I mean, because you're, like, a big dude. I mean--not like that, I mean--I mean you're, y'know, robust. Like, in a general way. You know what I mean?"

Gray listened, stone-faced, as Dave struggled to piece together his thoughts, all with his mouth full. Finally, he nodded.

"Once," he said. "On a dare." Dave pumped a fist in the air.

"I knew it," he grinned. "On a dare? You don't seem like a dare kind of guy."

"It was a long time ago," said Gray, picking up another slice of pizza. "I don't know if I could do it again."

"Sure you could," said Dave. "I can do it, if I can do it, you totally can."

"You can?" Gray raised an eyebrow, glancing down at Dave's scrawny physique.

"Course I can." Dave stuffed another big bite into his mouth. "Easy."

"I can't say you give me the same impression that I give you," said Gray.

"I have a fast metabolism," he said, finishing off his piece. Dave hadn't been counting, but Gray thought it might've been his third.

"I suppose so." Gray took a bite of his pizza. He was on his second.

The two were supposed to have been joined by the rest of their friends that night, but the other four had all been called away by more important obligations, leaving Gray and Dave with the three pizzas they'd ordered for the get-together. They sat together on Dave's old worn-out couch with an open box between them and the other two on the table. It wasn't long before the first box was empty, and Dave opened up a second one.

"It's not gonna be as good tomorrow," he said, picking up his sixth piece. He leaned back into the couch. His belly bulged under the fabric of his loose t-shirt, but he didn't seem to care. Gray considered his logic for a moment, then joined him. He was on his fourth piece now, and the feeling of fullness was beginning to creep up on him, but he wasn't really concerned. He was happy to be spending time with his friend, even if the others couldn't make it. He'd asked Dave about one of his favorite movies earlier that day--something to do with vicious alien clowns--and Dave was glad to show him. Slowly, the light of day faded, leaving the room dark save for the flickering light of the TV, and they happily sat together enjoying the hot pizza as much as the movie.

With the distraction of the movie, the pizza went quickly, and before long, their hands met blindly in the empty box. They looked down, surprised. Gray brought a hand to his belly. He'd lost track of how much either of them had eaten, but his belly felt very round under his hand, and he was suddenly aware of a tremendous weight in his stomach.

"Jeez," said Dave. His voice was quiet. "How the hell did that happen?" Gray shrugged. He looked at Dave, whose stomach looked very uncomfortably distended. Gray had always known Dave to have a disproportionately big appetite, but he'd almost certainly eaten more than Gray did, and the thought of more than an entire pizza stuffed into that skinny belly made Gray's own stomach ache even more.

"I guess you weren't lying," Gray said, closing the empty box and moving it to the table. Even the act of leaning forward was uncomfortable.

"Huh?"

"About eating an entire pizza. I didn't think you could."

"Oh. Yeah. Well, I guess we both did," said Dave with a chuckle. He leaned back and rested a hand on his belly.

"How do you feel?"

"Pretty bad. You?"

"Pretty bad," Gray agreed, nodding. He let his head fall back against the couch cushion. With a soft grunt, Dave shifted himself over beside Gray, half-laying against his shoulder, and placed a hand on Gray's soft belly. The touch was comforting. Gray, already growing drowsy, wrapped an arm around Dave and gave his bloated stomach a gentle rub in return. His belly was astonishingly tight, and Gray wondered as he began to drift off how Dave wasn't in more pain. Maybe he was, and he was just good at hiding it. Either way, the two of them slowly fell asleep, their overstuffed bellies gurgling softly as they tried to digest.