Senseless Sapph Stuffing (or SSS for short~)

CW: Stuffing, burps, belly noises, butt, Zenless Zone Zero gals

“Heeey, guys! I’m back and ready for another mukbang! Today’s a little special, though, ‘cause I’ve got a very special guest with me~. Wanna say hi?”

A tense Zhu Yuan sat next to Belle, back stiff as a board and her hands gripping her knees with enough force to crunch wood. Belle couldn’t help but giggle at how nervous her friend was. All they were going to do was have a little snack. There was no need to be so tense~.

It happened out of nowhere. The two had gone out to grab a bite together a few days ago at a hot-spot hot-pot place in New Lumina Square. Turns out, neither of them could handle spice very well, and that was all that place had, but neither of them wanted to waste the two-hour wait to get their food either. After managing to get through the hot-pot set with both of them drinking what seemed like a gallon of water each to make the heat bearable (Belle certainly felt like she’d downed a gallon), Zhu Yuan had commented on how they should eat at a milder place next time. Belle tossed out that they could just snack and chill back at the video store instead, fully expecting a polite refusal from the upright officer. To her surprise, Zhu Yuan had not only agreed, but even suggested a time and day.

That had led to about an hour ago, when Zhu Yuan had arrived in her off-duty clothes - a pair of jeans that looked painted on dat ass and a plain black tee that stretched over her chest and was just tight enough to show an outline of her abs. Belle had been mulling over how far she should push her luck for days, but after seeing that bod in that outfit, she knew she’d never be able to forgive herself if she didn’t go for gold. The convo that followed is what led to where they were now - seated on the couch in Belle’s room with a laptop webcam recording and a mountain of food spread out around them.

“Hey, so, uh, just thought I’d ask-” Belle had started after showing Zhu Yuan to her room and quickly glancing at the door to make sure Wise was still taking care of the shop downstairs. “-I’ve got a little hobby where I’ll record myself chatting while eating some snacks and stuff for people online. You’re super pre- uh, super good at putting food in your mouth, so I thought that it’d be super cool to do it with you? Maybe?”

Zhu Yuan had raised an eyebrow at this. “Really? People watch that?”

“Oooooh, yeah!” Belle had nodded enthusiastically, her heart pounding. “Loads of people!”

The next question had been, “Aren’t you concerned about people recognizing you?”

Belle had given a thumbs up as she responded with, “I have a program that blurs facial features and slightly alters voices, so it’s a-ok!”

Finally, though her hesitation was clear, Zhu Yuan had asked one last question, “...You’ll delete the footage if I don’t approve afterwards, right?”

The only thought in Belle’s mind as she had hastily agreed was ‘SCORE’! Well, that, and the numbers of every take-out place within a ten-mile radius. What? Belle had been recording for her ‘snacking’ channel for a while now. She was bound to memorize a few numbers (and menus) while gearing up for her vids~.

A few quick calls, a pre-planned excuse to Wise to get him in the back room while she carried the buffet of goodies upstairs, and here they were! Two cuties on a couch with a bunch of munchies~. Belle giggled as she chanced great bodily harm by poking Zhu Yuan in the side. “Hey, hey, hey! No need to be so nervous, friend. We’re just gonna have a little snack.”

Luckily, the full-figured cop seemed too distracted to flip Belle into yesteryear like she usually did on human contact. Zhu Yuan’s eyes darted over to stare at Belle. “A LITTLE snack?” She hissed. “This is enough food to feed a whole squad for several days!”

Belle laughed and reached into a nearby bag. She pulled out a box of lo mein, which she deftly opened up. Aaaah, that smell! Not as good as ramen, but still a beautiful, beautiful smell. “No one said we’re gonna eat it all, dork,” Belle laughed. She produced a pair of chopsticks from the same bag, snapped them apart with practiced ease, and helped herself to a taste. Yummers~. “We’ll just eat what we can and enjoy ourselves. Then the rest will be leftovers. Nothing beats leftover pizza and chinese, after all.”

“...Mm-hm…” Zhu Yuan said, voice dripping with doubt. Her eyes fell on the lo mein Belle was holding, tracking the noodles as they slurped into her mouth. Then she swallowed as Belle swallowed. A deep, resonant gurgle filled the room. It had sounded downright animalistic, but from the slight blush on Shu Yuan’s face and the way her hands had moved to hold her middle, it was easy to tell that the noise had, in fact, been very human.

“Looks like somebody skipped a meal or two today, huuuuh?” Belle teased. She pulled a box of fried rice out of the same bag and set it down on the cushion next to her friend (not that there was much room between them to set anything - Belle knew her couch was on the small side, but gyatt DAMN did Zhu Yuan fill seats). “No need to commit to anything. Just eat as much as you want and leave the rest.”

Zhu Yuan pursed her lips. She regarded the rice next to her with a reluctant hunger. Finally, though, she relented. She picked up the box, rummaged around in a bag close to her for a spoon, and took her first bite of food. Belle mentally fist pumped. YESSSS! Now she just had to work on the next part of her insidious plan to see a hot woman overeat - get her to do the overeating part. Which is something that Belle had no idea how to make happen. At all.

Honestly, it was amazing Belle had made it this far. She was flying by the seat of her skirt here, one-hundred percent. It’d be a miracle if she made it through the next twenty minutes without scaring Zhu Yuan off. She was surprised she hadn’t already.

But, much to Belle’s relief, twenty minutes came and went without any problems. She hadn’t been lying; this really was just a time to eat, chat, and chill. They had to be a little careful about saying names and places, sure, but Belle could edit out stuff like that in post. Or, rather, she’d have Fairy do it. She’d given up any hope of keeping her AI assistant in the dark on her kink life when the bot had made a list of new art that she thought Belle would like based on her previous viewing history (especially since Fairy’d been right)

Despite their talking, both women were working through the food around them at a steady pace. Belle’s demolition of several boxes of Chinese was one thing, considering her penchant for overeating, but Zhu Yuan was putting away her fair share of the grub as well. The rice quickly disappeared into her abbed middle, followed by a burger and a side of onion rings. Now she was making a dent in one of the large olive and sausage pizzas Belle had ordered. Two slices had vanished so far, and a third wasn’t far behind. Eh, actually, that wasn’t quite right. The pizza hadn’t vanished. It was actually perfectly visible at this point~.

Zhu Yuan’s abs had, ironically, become more pronounced on her tight shirt as she’d filled up on greasy foods. Her middle wasn’t a washboard anymore, though; it was more of a washbowl (heh). Her shirt was beginning to creep up her middle, showing off some of that tasty, cream-colored tum. Whether or not Zhu Yuan knew of her growing asset wasn’t clear. She would reach down and tug at her shirt every now and then, though it would immediately zip back up. Then she would simply resume chatting and eating, as if she wasn’t growing her own food balloon.

Of course, Belle wasn’t much better off. She’d pulled off her jacket before starting, making her food baby easier to see. Her gray skirt was pulled taut across the swollen bump of her belly and her black, long-sleeved shirt was just barely covering her middle thanks to her skirt holding it in place. She knew that wouldn’t last too much longer, though. Eheheh…

Eventually, though, the ending came into sight. Zhu Yuan finished her sixth slice of pizza, wiping her hands off on a napkin, and politely covered her mouth while letting out a soft burp. “I believe that’s it for me, Be- ah, uh… my friend.”

Belle bit her lip. Her eyes darted between the tall tomboy’s face and her semi-exposed middle. Her shirt had risen up enough to show off some of her abs, but not quite her belly button. Just a little bit more, please…! “Aw, really? You don’t have to hold back at all. What kind of host would I be if you left hungry, huh?”

“I can assure you, I am most certainly not hungry anymore,” Zhu Yuan sighed. She rubbed her bloated belly, causing her shirt to slip upwards just a tiny bit more. “If anything, I feel stuffed. It was just too good to resist. I dread to think how hard I’ll have to work to burn all of these calories come tomorrow…”

Belle smirked. “Yeah, but consider where all those calories will go.”

Zhu Yuan shuddered. “Oh, I have. You wouldn’t believe the trouble I already have fitting into my bottoms some mornings. I may need to use the shoehorn tomorrow…”

There wasn’t even a hint of joking in Zhu Yuan’s voice. She actually had a shoehorn. To cram dat ass into her pants. God damn. God DAMN.

Despite her brain short-circuiting from that mental image, Belle managed to pull herself together enough to blurt, “Y-Yeah, haha, cool, cool. W-Well, I still feel kinda hungry, so I’m gonna eat just a bit more. Kinda funny that I can eat more than you can, though, haha.”

Belle hastily shoved some calamari into her mouth. It wasn’t until half a minute later, when the flushed heat in her face finally cooled enough to let her think again, that Belle realized an icy silence had filled the room. She glanced nervously over at Zhu Yuan. “Uuuh, m-my friend? Is something wrong…?”

Zhu Yuan started. She cleared her throat and glanced away. “Nothing. It’s nothing.” There was a beat of silence. Then two. Then Zhu Yuan added on, “But, ah, just so it’s in the air, it is obvious that I could eat more than you, isn’t it?”

Belle blinked. Where was this coming from? “Uuuh… I guess? You’re almost twice my size, so that’d make sense.”

Zhu Yuan nodded, seeming satisfied. Belle watched her for a second, playing with a piece of tough squid in her mouth while she did. The tiniest seed of an idea was starting to sprout in her kink-addled brain. Her mouth twitched into a playful smile. Aw yeah. This was gonna be fun~.

Belle reclined on the couch, stretching to show off her own glutted gut. “Yeah, I mean, you’re way bigger, but that also means that it’s pretty impressive that I ate more than you at all right? Being as small as I am?”

Zhu Yuan looked at Belle, an eyebrow raised. She noted that the cops eyes drifted to Belle’s prominent middle as she spoke, “Well… I suppose-”

“OR-” Belle deliberately interrupted, eyes sparkling with mischief. “-it means that maybe you’re not so great at eating after all. Maybe you’re actually kinda bad at it.”

Zhu Yuan’s brow twitched. “N-No, I’m fairly certain you just have an impressive appetite for your size.”

“More impressive than yooouuuu?” Belle crowed, arching her back and pushing out her gut as much as she could. Even without her showboating, Belle’s size was pretty impressive given her… well, size. It was larger than Zhu Yuan’s, and being a larger tum on a smaller frame gave it the impression of being even larger than it was.

“I… I see what you’re doing,” Zhu Yuan stated, clearly irritated. “I will not be pulled into your game of overeating from some childish provocation.”

“What game?” Belle asked in faux-innocence. She pulled a pouch of egg rolls from a nearby bag and took a bite from one, setting the pouch on top of her belly. “I’m just saying, you’re so big and I’m a little twig, yet here I am, out-eating you.”

“I already said that your provocation won’t work,” Zhu Yuan snipped. Then she glared at Belle, who suddenly felt a little nervous. She sighed. “I don’t appreciate playing games, Belle. I’d prefer it if you were direct with me.”

Ok, yeah. Fair enough. Zhu Yuan was that type, wasn’t she? Belle felt a little guilty now. “Yeeeaaah, ok. Sorry. Let me, uh…” Belle sat up in her seat (with some difficulty - she was getting pretty full, after all). She faced Zhu Yuan and asked, directly, “My dear friend… would you do me the honor of making poor life choices and glutting yourself to an absurd degree with me?”

Zhu Yuan blinked. She snorted. Then she burst out laughing. Belle felt her cheeks flush as her full-figured friend looked away, trying in vain to stop herself. “I-I’m sorry! That was just so- SNRK!”

“HMPH! That’s what I get for being serious, huh!? I say- HMPH!”

“I-I really am sorry!” Zhu Yuan forced out, still snorting and giggling. She turned back to Belle, tears in her eyes. She wiped them out before saying, “This is part of your… video right? The overeating?”

Belle, while sulking with cheeks puffed out, nodded. Zhu Yuan sighed. She rubbed the side of her gut, thinking. After a few moments of this, she spoke. “I suppose I can let myself go this once since I’ve already come this far. Just don’t expect this to happen again. I need to keep myself fit to do my best for the people of New Eridu.”

Belle’s puffed, sullen expression morphed into glittering eyes as she clenched her arms in front of her. “Really? Really-really? No take-backsies?”

“No take-backsies.” As if to demonstrate her commitment, Zhu Yuan picked up two slices of pizza, folded them over one-another, and took a hefty bite out of them. She quickly swallowed the mass down and raised a brow at Belle. “Well? Are you going to join me in ‘glutting ourselves’?”

The puffed-up proxy didn’t need to be told twice! She snatched a bag of deli sandwiches from in front of the couch and greedily tore off the deli paper. Ordinarily, the pastrami, swiss, gouda, pickle, and relish sandwich would’ve been a delicious meal. Now it was just a tasty stop on a renewed journey to an angry, taut-as-a-drum tum!

Conversation mostly stopped now that the goal had been made clear. Both women were much too busy stuffing their faces to try and chat. Belle was ok with this. As much as she loved talking to her friends, she also loved the sweet, melodious voice of an overfilled tum - and that was a voice that she could hear quite well now~. Zhu Yuan’s belly was a vocal one, making its displeasure known for all to hear. The more her shirt inched upwards, the louder her gut seemed to get, almost as if the thin polyester had been somehow muffling it.

What was most amazing to Belle was how much Zhu Yuan was managing to eat. Those tum noises were telling of just how full the taller woman was, yet she had not only powered through the rest of the large pizza, she was now setting into a take-out pan of extra-meaty lasagna. She scooped the rich, heavy pasta into her mouth at a constant rate, stopping only to occasionally wipe her mouth and to let out a noisy belch. If Belle didn’t know better, she’d think Zhu Yuan was a fellow fullness enthusiast. Was she really doing this just because Belle had asked her to?

Eh, who cares? Don’t get distracted! Belle let out a burp of her own and went back to the styrofoam cup full of potato salad in her hands. She was well past full now, teetering somewhere between ‘totally stuffed’ and ‘ticking time bomb’. Her skirt was drawn so tight over the orb of her gut that it hurt, her tense skin puffing over the waistband in a glorious muffin top. The only things keeping Belle going were her experience and that the cramping excited her more than it deterred her. Cramping was just bullying your abs into submission, and boy did Belle love to dom her abs~.

Still, though, as much as Belle loved packing her gut with pounds of goodies, she did have a limit. She was starting to have trouble breathing from her stomach invading her lungs’ territory. Her burps were growing quieter and more infrequent. She just didn’t have room for air inside of herself anymore. Still, she could manage a liiiittle bit more food. They had actually managed to get down to just a couple of bags left, and Zhu Yuan was still powering on. Belle couldn’t let her guest be the last one eating! She MUST keep going!

The plucky proxy tore into a burger bag, ignoring the ominous creaking coming from her waist as she crammed half a double-double with triple cheese into her mouth. She choked it down, urging her throat to continue operating, while she took stock of Zhu Yuan’s condition. The upright officer had definitely slowed down, and her pained expression was making it clear just how much pressure had built up in that gut of hers. Speaking of which, her noisy food baby had grown to full-term, looking ripe to pop at any moment. Not a trace of abs remained anymore, the muscular definition having been replaced by a smooth, creamy orb that jutted sharply from her full frame. It stuck out even further than her chest, managing to reach halfway to her knees. Speaking of her chest, how was it fair that Zhu Yuan got to have FIVE tasty orbs attached to her body while Belle only had TWO (her boobs were only good enough to be half an orb each)!? Orb-hog! Belle angrily shoved the other half of the burger into her mouth, practically forcing the first half down her throat unchewed. HMPH!

The feeding frenzy devolved into a chorus of gurgles, groans, and creaking as they came to the last bit of food; a delivery order of grilled cheese. The two women, with a pained, unspoken agreement, grabbed half of the murderous cheese toastie each. One of Belle’s hands trembled on the side of her gut, grasping her taut skin in a monumental effort to not undo the button on her skirt. She was ninety percent sure all that creaking was from her skirt and not from her skin, but that last ten percent was convinced she was seconds from exploding. She’d never gotten so big that she’d managed to pop a button before, despite the name she’d given her mukbang videos. She was so CLOSE! She could feel it with each bite, her gut inching closer to glory with every tiny bite she took! Just a bit- MORE-

*HHhhhUU-OOOuuu-UUUooUUURRRRP!*

The monstrous belch from beside Belle made her start. She hiccuped as she glanced over at her temporary partner in crime. Zhu Yuan was reclining in her seat, groaning as she massaged her angry gut. The monument to misery sat on her plush thighs like a boulder, not moving in the slightest despite Zhu Yuan’s quick, pained breaths. Her eyes flickered. It looked as if the larger woman was on a one-way trip to a naptown. Belle giggled and hiccuped. She’d never expected to see her favorite Pubsec officer eat herself into a food coma! She couldn’t WAIT to see the footage of all this! Ignoring herself, of course. It felt weird to watch herself overeat. It was hot, but also, her brain was like ‘you can’t like that - that’s you’. Why couldn’t Belle be allowed to look at her own glutted gut and m-

Another hiccup made a series of cramps rush across Belle’s belly. She sucked in a breath and wrapped her arms around her middle. Ooooh, she didn’t feel so hot. Why did she feel even bigger than she had after she’d finished her sandwich? Oh no- were her hiccups making her swallow air or something? OooOooh, her poor belly. It hurt so much! She’d overdone it this time for sure... A green tint took over her face as she put a hand to her mouth. She hiccuped again and her belly spasmed. Th-This was it- she couldn’t hold on anymore! 

*HIC*

“URK!”

*HIC*

“GUH!”

*HIC*

“HU-GAH-HRP-”

*HIC*

PING!

“HUUU-UUURP- guh-uuuuuuugh…”

Belle melted back into her seat, panting and swallowing as her gut settled into its newfound space on her lap. She couldn’t believe it. She’d… she’d actually managed to pop the button on her skirt! It’d shot off like a bullet, flying who knows where. Belle couldn’t exactly think about that - she was too busy feeling the ecstasy of her belly being released from its clothen prison. She was still packed to the gills, but with her skirt no longer bisecting her poor belly, she didn’t feel sick anymore. She could just sit back and enjoy this big, bulging tum…

“...Oooow…”

Belle flinched. She cast a sheepish look over at Zhu Yuan. The poor woman had a sharp red mark on the side of her bare belly, which she was now rubbing gingerly. Belle spoke awkwardly, “S-Sorry… I d-didn’t think it…. would do that… Eheheh…”

“It’s… no issue…” Zhu Yuan panted. She belched again and groaned. “Stars above… I feel like… I’m still growing… why…”

Oh. Maybe it wasn’t the hiccups after all. “I… I think it’s… all the grease…”

“Ooooo-*HRK*-uuuuugh… Why did I agree to this… never again…”

Belle winced and rubbed her gut, hoping she didn’t swell with too much gas. Still, even as her belly throbbed, the bloated woman couldn’t help but chuckle between pained breaths. She couldn’t agree with Zhu Yuan there. If anything, this was making her eager for the next time. Who knows - maybe she’d even manage to convince another one of her friends to snack with her. She had so many lovely gal pals she could try. Ah, but first things first…

“I d-don’t think you’re… gonna make it home… like that… wanna crash on… my bed… with me…?”

Zhu Yuan was silent for a minute. Then, just as Belle thought she’d fallen asleep without answering, she spoke up, “Fine… but I’m… the little spoon… And keep the… butt grabs… to a… minimum…”

Belle hiccuped and grinned. She couldn’t wait for her minimum number of allowed tush grabs~. She just had to figure out how they were going to get the few feet from her couch to her bed first…

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The temptation to name this fic 'Gyatt Damn' was SO real. Also, hey, a ZZZ fic. Probably not the last one of these y'all will see~.