Flora’s cheeks burned as Gregoria’s hand drifted to her own taut stomach. “I feel so bloated,” Gregoria murmured, rubbing her belly in slow circles. Flora’s pussy clenched, wetness seeping into her panties. She averted her eyes, but she couldn’t ignore the faint gurgle from Gregoria’s distended gut.

Later, at the restaurant, Gregoria leaned back after a feast. “I’m so full,” she said, patting her round stomach. “I might need to unbutton my pants soon. Do you mind?” Flora shook her head, speechless, her nipples stiff. Gregoria popped the button, revealing a pale tummy curve. “I look pregnant with triplets!” she joked, lifting her shirt. Flora felt a gush of cream soak her cunt.

“I need to burp,” Gregoria said. “I’m sorry.” A deep, rumbling belch vibrated through her chest. “Excuse me. I’m so bloated and full of burps…”

Flora squeezed her thighs together, afraid Gregoria would see she was dripping.

At the apartment, Gregoria brought a bottle of soda and chugged it until her belly was a hard, taut dome. They undressed, and Gregoria’s huge cock bobbed. Flora lay on the bed, and Gregoria slid down to pussy.

“I’m going to taste you,” Gregoria murmured. “But I’m full of burps... forgive me if I can’t hold them in.” She ate Flora’s slit, tongue sloppy and hot. A tiny burp puffed against