Patreon Reward: Tracer's Drinking Binge

This story features a half-ton Tracer getting all boozed up and belchy for her girlfriend Emily!

Lena Oxton, better known as Tracer, lounged upon her sofa, her expansive figure nearly filling the entire three cushions. The chipper brunette was squeezed into a pair of stretchy orange shorts and a white tank top that rode up her cushion-sized thighs and flowing triple-hillock of belly rolls. Her soft breasts, each the size of a bowling ball, stretched her top into a sagging, wide cleavage line. Her face didn’t receive the brunt of her weight gain, but her visage had softened some, rounding out her cheeks to a pinchable degree and blessing her with a small double chin. Tracer forked the last of her steak into her mouth from her TV tray, quickly following it up with her final handful of cheese fries. She guzzled back the rest of her vanilla milkshake in short order, pounding her chest and letting out a smiling “Bwooooorph!” of a belch. 

“Does that mean you’re done?” Joked Emily as she reentered the room, gazing upon her half-ton girlfriend with tender awe.

“You know it, love!” Tracer answered the freckled redhead, raising her blubbery arm and sweeping it over her empty collection of plates. Excess flab hung like a curtain from her limb, wobbling in the air as she moved her arm. 

“That was fast! I mean, I expect that from you, but still!” Emily said with a smile.

Tracer grabbed her largely exposed belly and shook it for her girlfriend. “Y’know, just trying to keep my figure...”

“You look incredible!” Emily marveled, hurrying over to Lena and embracing her. Her body sunk into Lena’s softness, her arms squishing deeply against her stomach and back. The redhead couldn’t get her arms fully around her as she leaned her head against her soft shoulder. The pair shared a long kiss. “I didn’t know how much I’d absolutely love this until you put on those first few kilos...” 

“Well, I’m not done yet, darling!” Tracer glanced at the wall clock. “I think it’s time to break into those brews we’ve been hoarding!” 

“Don’t get up!” Emily said excitedly, hurrying to the kitchen and returning with a six-pack of beer bottles in each hand. One was a dark lager, the other a crisp IPA. “We’ve got so many varieties...” 

“And I’m gonna enjoy ‘em all!” Tracer promised. “I’ve been getting better and better at holding my drinks, that’s for sure!” What had started as a few nightly beers had turned into a brew-guzzling fixation that notably accelerated Lena’s weight gain, both from the calories and the munchies the alcohol gave her. 

Tracer grabbed the first IPA and guzzled it with surprising speed, breathing through her nose as she emptied the bottle. “Phew!” 

Emily popped the top of a second and eagerly handed it to her girlfriend, watching her as she drained it as well. 

“Bww-ORRRPH!” Tracer gurgled, sending flecks of beer foam flying across the living room. Her breasts and belly briefly quaked from the mighty eructation. 

Emily let out something between an aroused gasp and a whimper. “That was so cute...”

“Just ‘cute’, love?” Tracer asked with a wink. “Believe me, there’s plenty more where that came from!” She accepted a bottle of lager and poured the dark brew down her throat with a smile. A low, bubbly groaning began to emanate from her belly. “Phew, this kind is heavy! Urpphh! Bwuurph!” 

“I’ve got some lighter ones in the fridge!” Emily suggested.

Tracer stretched and tilted her neck from side to side. “Nah, not until I finish these!” Two more bottles hissed open as she consigned their contents to her stomach. Her bulging, flabby stomach apron groaned and gurgled. Tracer’s eyebrows raised. “Here one comes.” she gasped, letting out a massive belch that shifted tempo and pitch as she cringed with one eye. “BWOoooUURRuuuRPH! Phew!” 

Emily realized had been leaning in, practically sticking her face in front of her girlfriend’s in anticipation of the belch. “Sorry, I’m crowding you.”

Tracer grabbed another beer and quickly chugged it. “Not at all...come here...” 

She pulled Emily into another kiss, their lips locking wetly. Tracer opened her eyes, inhaled, and released a powerful “URUURRRPH!” directly into Emily’s mouth. 

Emily parted from the kiss wide eyed, her chest heaving. Her dripping mouth hung open in surprise. “That was...incredible...” she gasped. “I could taste it...”

“Pass me another lager, love?” Tracer asked with a giggle. Emily eagerly complied. Tracer drank her way through the next several bottles, finishing the pair of six packs, unleashing monstrous belches in between gulps. “HOURRRPPH! Phew, bring out the apple pie and chocolate flavored ones, dearest! I’m in the mood for dessert!” Tracer’s cheeks and nose glowed a vibrant, flushed red, her belly squelching and gurgling like a cauldron.
 Emily shook her head in aroused disbelief. “Are you absolutely sure you want more to drink? You knocked those back in minutes!”

“Of course!” Tracer said dreamily, letting out a sigh. “I’m- HIC-URRPH!- oof...more than okay! Bwooorph!”

“If you’re sure!” Emily smiled excitedly and returned to the kitchen, returning with the requested libations. She popped the top on a chocolate lager and drained it with a slight cringe, following it up with an apple pie stout. “Oghhh...these are really heavy...” Tracer gasped before parting her lips and unleashing a lethargic “Huuurrrruurrph!”

Emily squeezed next to Tracer on the couch and wrapped her arm around her. “You’ve done great...we can have more later if you want.”

“Love, how many calories do you think I’ve just drunk?” Lena asked dizzily. 

“Oh, just 3,000 or so,” Emily laughed, pulling Tracer into a long kiss as a reward. Tracer’s stomach gurgled audibly.

“You might want to back away for this one, love,” Tracer warned, breaking off the kiss and holding her doughy, churning belly.

“Nuh-uh,” Emily teased, locking lips with her lover and receiving the full brunt of a titantic “HOUURRRRRRRRRRRRPH-BURRRRRPH!” that exploded from Lena’s gullet. 

Both women parted the kiss gasping and giggling. “Let me have a few,” Emily said, opening a bottle for herself. “Then we’ll go to bed...”