Your bubbling stomach and a gazelle
Writing about you and your bubbling stomach
You have some italian dinner with your favorite gazelle, talk about some intimate details toward the end of your dinner, and go back to your apartment to have some personal time.
This has four drafts in it. The final draft is at the bottom. In other words, this is four stories. I wanted to include them all to show my process and also because some of the other versions sound good too.
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Bubbling stomach
Your stomach bubbled in front of the gazelle. The gazelle leans toward you.
"Can I listen please?" He askes.
You nod and he gets on his knees and you hold his head to your belly as he presses his ear. Your stomach is making a fair bubbling sound that even your own ears can pick up on. You let him listen and get very flushed. He looks up at you as you are looking down at him and hugs your belly saying,
"You like this don't you."
"Yes. I love it when someone is interested in my belly like that." You tell him still feeling flushed, your fuzzy face and fur standing up prickly in goosebumps.
He stands up and presses a paw to your belly and comes in for a hug. You let him and he hugs you tight and whispers to you, "You like this too."
You nod and you can feel your junk stiffening and it makes you much more embarassed.
"Oooo," he exclaims but softer.
"Yes," You groan in embarassment.
"You really get off on it don't you," He draws a hoof onto your belly and rubs along the side. It makes your sheathe bulge and he still chuckles.
"I I do," You stammer to him and draw him in with your own passion.
"I do too," He breathes.
His own junk you can feel is bulging now. He has it in the same way. You are safe to admit. Now he has his paws lower to the back of your butt now. He draws even further in the embrace.
The gazelle is into your bubbling stomach and belly.
The gazelle looked down at your belly as it bubbled in front of him. He tossed his coat on the sofa and came with arms outstretched into a hug.
"Had a good dinner," He asks.
"It was great. Waffles for dinner," You admit to him.
He chuckles and his paws are slipping down your body and stop as your stomach bubbles again.
"You're very full," He speaks softly and rubs into the side of your belly. Your sheathe is now bulging. You want that contact a lot. You restrain yourself from letting go. Is it what he wants? This fast going?
He pulls himself into you. You follow it up with pulling him closer. You get that feel, his belly pressing into yours. The fuzzy softness. The idea of this abdomen pressing gets you instantly rock hard.
"You do like it," He rubs his belly into yours and you lick him on the cheek.
"I like it a lot," You expulse.
He laughs and nuzzles you and you nuzzle back, "Keep pressing."
Your stomach bubbles again and you can feel the vibration and sound of his own stomach bubbling and you smile and blush. Your fur is standing up like goosebumps. One sensation over to another. Even if it dropped your boner you feel the other feeling with much better intensity.
Then you hug into him and you stand there just for a few moments. Your stomachs bubbling to each other back and forth. A digestive conversation.
The gazelle and your stomachs have a bubbling conversation
Your stomach was bubbling back and forth with the gazelle's stomach after the italian dinner settled into your guts. You went back to your place.
The gazelle throws his coat on the couch and looks at you. You smile at him and gesture and he comes over embracing you. He presses his stomach into yours and you feel the vibration and hear the bubbles of your stomach carrying on the digestive conversation.
You get rock hard at the abdomen pressing. The soft sensual caress. The thought alone of this pressing has you swooning. Your sheathe is even harder.
He chuckles, "YOU like that a lot?"
"Y yes," You breath getting a shade flushed.
"That's alright, I do too," His sheath is also bulging against yours and he takes a paw and moves it down along the sides of your belly and you get even more hard with this. You can almost feel your dick poking out.
"Don't stop," You yammer to him drawing your snout alongside of his giving him a lick. Your stomachs continue the dance and conversation back and forth to each other while you go silent. Their conversation is casual. Yours is unspoken but novels could be written about the time passing and the soft sensations of bodies pressed together with the belly leading.
"Never to stop," You mumble.
"What was that," He asks laughing.
"Never want this to stop," You finish laughing back.
He licks you back on the snout an moves you back from the embrace slightly so he can rub the front of your belly.
The gazelle and your stomachs converse over the italian dinner back at your place
Your stomachs bubbled to each other in the car ride back to your place. You talked a lot during dinner but now you ride in silence. Comfortable silence. Your stomachs did the talking all the way up to the apartment. They talk in italian. Digesting italian. You unlock the door and lead him in.
He tosses his coat on the sofa and you gesture at him.
He comes in and rubs your belly before coming closer.
"When you told me you liked this, I was all set," He speaks.
You tremble and your sheathe goes hard at the rubbing of your belly, "Yyyess. I really do."
He draws you in and pushes his belly into yours. Just the action. The consideration. Butting in on the digestion, your stomachs bubble out a startlement and continue bubbling on happily with the digestion. You feel this rumble transmitted across.
"Sooo nice," You mumble draw him close and lick the side of his muzzle.
"I love it, a lot," He whispers in your ear, giving you a lick back and draws his paw back to rub the side of your belly.
You were rock hard when your bellies touched and you considered that but rubbing the side of your belly made it even more so. You can feel his sheath bulging against yours.
"Oh, thank you thank you," You breath into his ears.
"Your welcome," He whispers back.
"I think our stomachs are fast long friends," You chuckle.