my favorite sound in the world is someone groaning from having eaten too much
falling back in their chair, holding and gently rubbing their overstuffed tum, moaning about how full they are, how good it tasted, how they can’t believe they ate it all, how fat they’re gonna get, how they might have to unbutton and unzip their pants just to get up, how they can’t move
maybe even wordless moaning, stuffed into a stupor, shirt riding up and belly hanging out, oblivious to how much attention they’re drawing to themselves, messy and gluttonous, slowly shifting and squirming in their seat trying to soothe their aching gut
soft, low noises, pained and pleasured; whimpers; tummies and food and yummy murmurs
“Heeeeey dad…” Dipper said awkwardly as he approached his father in the household office. “Whatcha up to?”
“Oh, hey son,” Mr. Pines said, looking away from his computer. “Just checking my calendar for the year.” He smiled with embarrassment and scratched his head. “I know nothing’s set in stone yet, but I just wanted to have an idea of what I might need to move around once things are figured out. Your sister sure surprised us with the announcement last night. I didn’t even know she was dating anybody, then she says she’s getting married the day you two get home from college?! Guess that’s Mabel for you!” Mr. Pines chuckled with a shake of his head.
“Yup, guess that’s Mabel,” Dipper agreed with sigh and a roll of his eyes. “She surprised me, too…”
“Really now?” his father asked, raising his eyebrows. “You two were living together, you must have met her boyfriend.”
“Well, er, yes, that’s-”
“And she didn’t mention he proposed?”
Dipper’s mouth clamped shut as sweat spread across his skin. He shifted his lips back and forth in an effort to break their seal. He had to say it now, he didn’t have a choice. It’d just be worse if he tried to put it off.
“ER! DAD!” he shouted, finally powering through his own reluctance.
“Oh! Um, yeah, Dipper?” his father said, turning his computer chair to face his son properly. His eyes were wide with astonishment.
“Soooooo… Mabel surprised you last night, yeah?” Dipper said, holding his left hand out to the side. “And, uh, I guess I’m gonna surprise you tonight, yeah?” he continued, setting his right hand atop his left. “Because, um, weeeelllllllll…”
“Dipper?” Mr. Pines asked when his son hesitated. “Are you getting married too?”
Dipper flushed. “Yeeeeaaahhhh, see… I think this girl’s pretty great and funny and cute and clever anditsMabelwe’regettingmarriedandwe’vebeentogetherfortwoyears.”
Mr. Pines blinked, then scrunched his eyes at his son, clearly trying to catch up to the burst of words that had just been mashed together. As his eyes began to fill with comprehension, he leaned backwards and his mouth fell open.
“And she’s pregnant,” Dipper said. If she was gonna drop one bomb on their parents without telling him, then he was gonna drop the second without telling her. Fair’s fair. “Ford checked and there’s no problems. Sooo, yeah… Grandfather!” Dipper shot Mr. Pines two finger guns.
Strange sounds eked out of Mr. Pines throat as his mouth impossibly fell even more open. Dipper grinned awkwardly and stepped slowly backwards. He pulled a small card from his pocket and read from it, “Thank you for raising such a wonderful woman. I am honored to be your son.” He tossed it aside. “There’s more to that, but I guess it’s kind of dumb now. Mabel kinda messed up my plans. You know her, always the surprises, haha!”
Mr. Pines mouth closed and opened like a fish. Dipper thought he might have actually seen some electricity flicker around his father’s head as his mind fried. With a final utterance and a second shot of the finger guns, he turned and ran.
non-suspicious 