This choice: Shrek has a burp fetish and she indulges it. • Go Back...Chapter #18Shrek has a burp fetish and she indulges it. by: Boi   (from your pov.)
You figured it out by accident.
Fiona was on the armchair, dressed in a white gown, drinking a gallon of green tea. You were just walking by her, intending to fix the window and absentmindedly thinking that Fiona should really lay off the green tea, when she suddenly started sputtering and coughing. The mug fell to the floor with a clatter.
She had her hands around her throat, eyes squeezed shut. You immediately pounded at her back, trying to clear up her airways. And, well, you technically did.
Her cheeks puffed up, and she finally swallowed something that was bothering her, and then opened her mouth to let out a sudden eruption of gas.
"BHUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRGP!"{/ c}
You thought it was a nice burp, honestly. But Fiona, being raised on royal rules, giggled and sheepishly patted her chest. "Scuse me."
The day went on normally. But you couldn't really get that moment - and subsequent idea- out of your head.
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At some point it really hit you that Fiona's acidity was ridiculously low.
She enjoyed fizzy drinks, complained of a stomachache, and then usually, burped. Often loud and long, accompanied by a pungent smell and a cloud of mist. Her reaction was always different. Sometimes she didn't care. Other times she was utterly mortified, leaving to the bedroom. Most times, she was only slightly embarrassed, but laughed it off.
Today she was sitting at the table, dressed in a form-fitting purple and white gown, her stomach looking swollen. She had a grimace on her face, and downed a cup of milk. She looked relaxed for a moment, but then her tummy acids sloshed and she pressed a hand to it.
"What's the matter?" you asked, stopping by her. "it's nothing, honey, i just had too much to eat, that's all." she said.
Her belly sloshed again, and then she admitted, "My tummy hurts a little bit, that's all. Oooh, I'm so full."
You began to expand on this scenario in your mind. Fiona coming down, stomach normal, and eating at the food on the table. Fiona being so hungry that she couldn't stop. Her tummy ballooning. Fiona becoming so full, but refusing to waste anything. Fiona gulping down the last of the food, drinking milk to soothe her tummy, feeling her obese stomach gurgle and bubble up. The dress becoming tight at the seams, Fiona sitting down, hands on her gas-filled belly because she was so tired. Fiona feeling something come up her throat but it coming short. Fiona needing help.
You found yourself placing a hand on her back and another on her belly. You squeezed a little. Fiona gasped, likely feeling something bubble up even more. You kept your hand against her stomach, relishing in the feeling of her swollen tummy and tight dress against your hand. you began to press at it, the hand on her back patting gently.
"I... oooh, Shrek, what're you-"
You began to pat harder. Her tummy was forced between your hands, and all the gas bubbling was going up one way. Fiona shook a little, like a volcano before eruption. You kept an ear out for the sounds her tummy made.
"*gurgle* *gurgle* ooooh... *gurgle* gurgle* BBBBHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRPPPP!& #34;
Fiona's lips opened into an irregular shape as she leaned forward, letting the gas out. Your hands were still on her tummy and back, and you felt her tummy deflate with every second that passed.
When she finished, she slumped in her seat, placing one hand on top of yours. "Mm. Scuse me."
"It's always better out," you said, holding her tummy. "Always."
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At some point, you brought a whole crate of pineapple soda. Fiona liked those pina coladas, so you figured this would be close enough.
She drank them gratefully- at least seven cans. You could hear the glugging sound she made when she drank, and her tummy getting bigger and bigger with gas, but no bubbly, pineapple scented burps afterwards. She did have a pretty big stomachache, though.
But then you both arrived at the bedroom, and Fiona stopped at the doorway, grabbing onto her stomach. you didn't notice until later, though.
"Ooooh, my stomach... Shrek?"
"Uh huh?"
A gurgle and slosh came from her belly. "Shrek?"
"Uh-huh?"
Fiona's cheeks swelled, and she burped, her whole form shaking. "BHUUUUUUUUUURRRRRGHP!"
Oh. that was nice, you thought.
She placed a hand on her chest, sheepish. "Oooh, excuse me. I think I had a bit too much soda."
"But you're okay?"
"I," she grimaced, leaning over. "Ooooooh. Yeah... my stomach... I think i need to sit down and rest for a bit."
You led her to the bed, sitting next to her. Her belly sloshed again, and by mistake, she downed a cup of soda that was sitting on the nightstand. Her belly gurgled like and animal, and she doubled over to grip at it.
*gurgle gurgle* *slosh gurgle* "Ooooh, I can feel something coming up..."
"You need to burp?" you rubbed circles onto her swollen stomach.
She nodded her head, discomfort all over her features, turning over to face you. You maneuvered her head over to your shoulder, and made sure her obese, gurgling tummy was pressed against your body. Fiona trembled a little.
You began to pat her back, palm smacking against her and stomach jiggling. She burped a few times. but the discomfort didn't leave.
"BHURP!"
"BHHHUUUURRRGHP!"
"BUUURP!"
They were all nice burps, and you told her so. she groaned, cheeks coloring slightly.
You positioned her to sit in your lap, placing both hands around her huge, swollen belly. She shook slightly, squeezing her eyes shut. you began to rub her stomach, pressing firm and soothing. Fiona's backside was up against your crotch, and she trembled a few times.
Then, you rubbed a bit harder, and you felt something give way.
*gurgle slosh gurgle gurgle gurgle- *
BBBBHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU UUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHPPPPPP!"
A huge cloud of mist escaped Fiona's mouth, making the whole room smell like pineapple, bubbles, and Fiona's stomach. You felt something in you feel aroused.
She clapped her hands over her mouth, shrinking in on herself slightly. Her face flushed in humiliation.
"E-excuse me," she said. "Mm, that was loud. How embarrassing."
You laughed. "That was amazing. I think your burps are great. You should do it more."
She frowned. "But what about my- BHURP! - mm! I mean, my stomach?"
"I'll help you burp if you need me to," you said, patting her gassy tummy. "Even if that means stinking up the swamp with all your burping."
Fiona grinned weakly.
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