All it took to get Harley to Sakura Sushi was his boyfriend, Mischa, nudging him and proposing an all-you-can-eat sushi date, and then they were on the very next bus to the mall. Sakura Sushi was not, exactly, the best sushi in town, but it was cheap, and there was a lot of it, and that's what mattered most to the broke college students looking for a treat.

And of course… just as soon as the pair had sat down, Harley looked over at his boyfriend with a cheeky grin and asked, "Loser pays?"

Mischa flashed a grin of his own; it wasn't uncommon for their dates to turn into competitions, and this was no different. The both of them just enjoyed pushing each other to their limits… and in this case, it would involve eating copious amounts of reasonably-priced all-you-can-eat sushi.

"You're on."

And there they went. When they returned to the table with plates piled high, Harley was the first to dig in, with Mischa going about it a bit slower -- and neater -- than his boyfriend.

Piece after piece of sushi disappeared down the pair's throats, California rolls and tempura rolls, inari, salmon, unagi-- there was little care for flavor, only quantity.

Four plates in for each, and Mischa slowed a bit, leaning back in his chair to rub his taut, rounded belly and let out a hiccuping burp- followed by an apologetic, "'scuse me," as he returned to his sushi.

Harley grinned to himself as Mischa had to pause first; that bodes well for his chances of winning. Though- a sudden belch caught him off-guard, and he laughed at the sound.

"Rude," Mischa chided, giggling like a schoolboy and absolutely not taking it seriously at all.

"You started it," Harley taunted.

"Well I said excuse me."

"Excuse me, then, if it's so important to you," Harley laughed. "You tapping out?"

"Like Hell I am," Mischa responded, tucking back in with renewed vigor.

Harley gave his belly, poking out over his pants already, a surreptitious rub and went back to his competition, clearing up the last few pieces of sushi on his plate so quickly he couldn't even remember what type they had been before being scarfed down.

"Ahead by half a plate~" he taunted in a singsong voice as he went to get another. Mischa just rolled his eyes and kept eating. Slow and steady wins the race and all.

Another three plates in and Mischa was still trailing by around half a plate, but Harley had slowed considerably, his silver-furred belly distended uncomfortably over his waistband and pushing his tank top up as well. He had to stop and lean back, resting for a moment, as the belly-full of sushi settled a bit more to make room for another plate. Sure, he was ahead, but he didn't know how much more his stomach could hold-- it was already so uncomfortably tight that he wanted to squirm and whine pathetically, and at this point even burping could only help so much--

He rubbed his belly carefully, eliciting a very loud gurrrrgle- that he followed immediately with a loud burp, grateful for a bit of relief from the pressure of his uncomfortably full stomach.

He looked over to see Mischa finishing his plate, and realized that they were now equal again. His boyfriend had caught up.

"You gonna let me pass you like that?" Mischa taunted playfully as he stood to get another plate.

"Fuck no!" Harley responded with a grin, standing abruptly and heading for another plate of his own.

Mischa's belly was just as taut and distended as his boyfriend's, the sushi packed tight beneath gold fur, and the pair was a sight as they practically waddled over to the bar, having to stabilize their bloated bellies with one hand as they went.

Another two plates, and Mischa's stomach had gone from gurgling to churning, fighting against the influx of food as Mischa forced more down, dead-set on winning. His belly was so distended that he had to push away from the table some to keep it from pressing uncomfortably against him, and by now even the weak belches he could massage out weren't doing any good.

Harley, at least, looked just as full and uncomfortable as he did, squirming and burping and groaning. Mischa kept telling himself that he only had to last a bit longer, Harley was so close to tapping out--

Mischa's belly gave a long, loud gurgle as the sushi churned, and he was just taking a breath to give in when Harley lowered his head with a pained groan and whined.

"Dammit… 'm out. Hourp- 'can't eat another bite."

Mischa grinned and popped his last piece of sushi in his mouth, chewing for longer than necessary in the hopes that it would go down easily.

He swallowed triumphantly, ignoring the way his bloated stomach lurched at the new addition, and flashed a winning grin at his boyfriend.

"Guess the sushi's on you~" Mischa trilled, his voice light and playful. He'd won!

Harley just groaned softly from where he had his arms wrapped gingerly around his churning stomach. He had reached the point of far, far too full, and was starting to truly feel the consequences of his actions.

"'f I didn't stop it certainly would be…" he whined. "Urp-- god, I ate way too much…"

Mischa leaned back in his chair and rested a hand on his distended belly, rubbing as gently as possible in the hopes that it would help soothe his own angrily churning, overfull stomach.

"And you still lost, love~" Mischa said with a pleased grin. His stomach gave a long, low gurgle, causing him to shudder at the sensation, and a hiccuping burp slipped out. "...scuse me."

Harley groaned softly and let out a belch of his own, hoping that the dislodged air would relieve the pain and nausea plaguing his poor overloaded stomach. It did little to help, instead giving the protesting organ just the slightest bit more room to churn.

"'m gonna… go pay," he moaned, sounding absolutely pathetic. "Sooner we can get to the bus 'n home, sooner we can sleep this off…"

Mischa gave another hiccuping burp, only managing a nod in response with the way he was fighting his belly to get it to settle and keep all of the sushi he'd eaten in its proper place.

Overindulgence was a common theme in their dates, so many of them ending with painfully overstuffed bellies churning under their fur. But, well, the competitions were just so much fun, pushing each other to their limits like this…

With the tab paid, the pair hefted their painful, crowded bellies and waddled towards the exit closest to the bus stop, huffing and puffing and groaning in discomfort the whole way. Their exit was halfway across the mall from Sakura Sushi, so the pair found themselves dragging packed tummies through the sparsely-active building, groans interspersed with hiccups and burps as their labored steps jostled trapped air up and out.

"Can't believe I lost…" Harley whined as they walked, trying to keep his belly steady to lessen the slosh and churn of packed sushi as it refused to start digesting. "Thought- hurp- I was hungry enough to- urp- clean out the whole place…"

The memory of the sushi stretching out on the buffet lines sent a sinking, sick feeling down through Harley's overloaded belly, and he swallowed hard, trying to put the thought out of his mind. Just keep it down long enough to get back to the dorm and pass out, nothing too difficult—

"Hic-ourp-" Mischa let out a burp and rubbed his painful belly, cocking a little grin at his boyfriend despite the overwhelming pressure in his gut. "And I took the prize nonetheless~" he said in a sing-song voice, pulling ahead of Harley just a bit, his playful gloating giving him a bit more energy.

The sushi sat in Harley's belly like a lead weight, pressing in and down and out, overfull and painful and churning with a growing fury. He pressed a hand to his belly and felt the muscles as they contracted, trying in vain to work with the mass of food packed within. His stomach gurgled, and lurched, and he had to slow to a stop in the middle of the mall corridor.

Mischa didn't notice at first, continuing on with his own belly stuffed and steadied, trying to surreptitiously massage out more burps so that there would be room for all of his sushi to digest and relieve the growing nausea churning through his core.

"Mish…" Harley whined from where he'd stopped, arms curled around his distended belly and expression one of forlorn regret.

"Urp- yes, dear?" Mischa asked, stopping and turning slightly to get a look at his lagging boyfriend.

"Mish I- I don't think 'm gonna… make it to the bus. Hurp-" A hand flew up to cover his mouth as he felt his stomach clench, sending a splash of bile up the back of his throat. "I don't feel so good…"

Mischa sprang into action as best he could while weighted down by a bellyful of sushi, pulling his boyfriend towards the hallway nearby that would take them to the restrooms.

"C'mon, love- just hold on a bit longer," Mischa murmured, shoving down the way his own stomach churned and gurgled in order to guide Harley into the restroom before he made a mess neither of them wanted to deal with.

The men's restrooms had two stalls, one of them with an "out of order" sign taped to it, so Mischa guided Harley into the working stall, the smaller of the two, pushing him gently to his knees in front of the toilet.

"Just let it out, love, you'll feel better," Mischa murmured, leaning a bit to rub his boyfriend's back soothingly. His own stomach protested at the shifting, letting out a long, bubbly gurgle to show its displeasure. 

Harley made a pathetic little sound in front of the toilet, one arm still around his belly and the other against his mouth as he still fought valiantly against his stomach's attempt to eject the excess sushi from within it. The taste of bile remained at the back of his throat as he swallowed repeatedly, his mouth full of saliva, and he let out a whine as his stomach lurched and gurgled. Not only had he lost, but here he was about to waste all that food—

He burped into his hand and his stomach clenched again, displeased at the reminder of all of the food he'd shoved into it.

"Just let it out," Mischa murmured soothingly, rubbing Harley's back. Harley could hear his boyfriend's stomach gurgling and churning near his ears as well, and he wondered, briefly, how Mischa was able to sound so together even though his stomach had to have been fighting just as hard as Harley's…

He moved the hand from his mouth to grip the edge of the toilet, spitting some of the excess saliva into the water. His stomach lurched and he let out a pained groan, leaning over the bowl properly and waiting for the inevitable, his open mouth drooling excess spit into the water below.

Harley hiccuped, the motion jostling his painfully overfull belly and shaking out a sickly belch. A groan eked out of him as he became acutely aware of the feeling of the mass of sushi sitting in his belly like dead weight, churning and refusing to digest, fighting the muscles of his stomach and throat as he tried to keep it where it was, still loathe to give up the sushi he'd paid for—

A lurch and a long belch, the sound becoming low and guttural at the end and echoing in the bowl, and then his stomach gave a heave and the sound became wet. Undigested sushi surged up his throat and spattered into the bowl in thick globs, white and pink and yellow and orange speckled with the dark green of the nori, all sticking together in a slurry in the water.

"Hrrrllkk–" Harley only got a moment's pause to suck in a breath as his stomach heaved again, a pained retching sound coming from him before another wave of semi-solid sushi burst from him to splash in the water below. His eyes teared up with the force of his retching, and he coughed, spitting out thicker globs of the rice slurry that hadn't made it all the way out of his mouth.

He groaned, his other arm still wrapped around his tummy. He was still far too full, there was no way he was finished—

He let out a burp, eyes closed, refusing to look into the bowl. It would just make him hurl again…

He felt a hand on his shoulder, nudging him aside, and heard Mischa give a strangled sound that made him look up.

"M-move—" was the only warning he got before a wave of sludge surged from Mischa's mouth, barely missing him as it splashed down into the toilet bowl. His own stomach gave another heave and he had to bite it back, because Mischa's first wave was only broken up by a wet, sickly belch before a second came right behind on its heels.

Watching the slurry as it poured out of Mischa to slop heavily into the sullied water had Harley's stomach heaving in tandem, undigested food surging up his throat as he clamped a hand over his mouth, trying to stop it from coming up, fighting to try and swallow it back down even while the acrid taste of bile mixed with rice set off a renewed heave.

Above him, Mischa gave a pathetic, sickly groan, the sound making it clear that he wasn't done, not by a long shot.

But then, neither was Harley.

"Hrrrrruppp—" Harley's stomach heaved again and he had to scramble to get his head back over the bowl before more undigested sushi forced its way up and out. The force of it flung globs of vomit to speckle the back of the toilet seat, while a wave of semi-solid sludge poured from his lips. How much was still in there— god, his stomach still felt so taut and full and sick—

"Ghkk—" Above Harley, Mischa's belly lurched and heaved, trying to force a new wave out of him with Harley still leaning pathetically against and over the bowl. He clapped both hands over his mouth, trying to keep from puking on his boyfriend despite the heave filling his mouth with rice slurry in an instant.

Another heave, and Harley showed no sign of moving yet, the silver-furred rabbit groaning softly with his head over the bowl. Mischa didn't have the time to linger on his decision as he turned and tried to scramble to the sink instead—

"Hrouuurrppp—" He didn't make it. A wave of semi-solid rice and chewed fish spurted out around his hands and fingers to splatter across the bathroom tile, leaving a disgusting trail of lumpy sludge from the stall to the sink. He only reached the sink at the end of his heave, vomit-covered hands gripping the sides of the porcelain as he spit the last dregs and chunks left in his mouth down into the sink, his last wave otherwise completely missing his target.

But that wasn't the end, not yet. He'd eaten so much, they'd both eaten so much, it felt like he'd barely made any room in his distended and overpacked belly even after all that had come up.

The sound of a gurgling heave from the stall, and the sloppy sound of semi-solid chunks hitting water, was enough to tell him Harley was in the same boat.

Mischa let out a pained whine, ears drooping, and couldn't help but look at his reflection in the mirror, lips speckled with clinging bits of his ill-fated binge. He gagged unproductively and shut his eyes with a groan. God, bringing the excess sushi up should have made him feel at least a little better, but…

From the stall, Harley gave a coughing retch that didn't quite bring up another wave. His hands were shaking against the porcelain toilet bowl and he refused to look down into it, closing his eyes instead.

"Mish…" he groaned. "D'you think some of it was bad…? I- hgurrrrrrrrkk—" A sudden heave caught him mid-sentence and a fresh wave of undigested sushi splattered into the bowl, followed by a burp and ragged breathing.

"N-no," Mischa panted. "Just- too much of it. Burrrr-ouurrk–" A burp rattled through him and brought with it a fresh wave of vomit, slopping thick and heavy in the sink. It took him only a moment or two of pained reflection to finally realize that the former contents of his stomach wouldn't make it down the sink drain, and he stumbled instead to the open trash bin, gripping the edge and silently thanking whatever god was listening that the bathroom's garbage bins weren't set into the walls. And mentally apologizing to the janitor who would have to clean up the results of the pair's excess.

At least now his stomach had enough room to start digesting what was left, even though his belly was still awfully full. That didn’t mean the rest would stay, though, proven by the coughing retch that brought up another multicolored wave of sushi slurry. Mischa spit another mouthful of vomit dregs into the trash can and groaned softly. It took him a few seconds to catch his breath again, the sound of his ragged breathing mixing with another pained retching sound from his boyfriend in the stall.

“You- hff- you doin’ okay in there?” Mischa croaked over his shoulder.

His question was met with another loud gag, followed by a retch that ended wet and bubbly as Harley purged another wave.

“Hff- peachy,” Harley moaned. His lamentation was followed by an empty burp. “Think ‘m done, at least…” he whined. Mischa opened his mouth to say something, but Harley spoke up again quickly, his voice low and gurgly. “Nevermind—”

The sound of Harley’s vomit burbling violently out of him was followed by a wet slopping sound, like pouring oatmeal on tile.

“I missed,” Harley said, his voice quivery and forlorn. He let out a pitiful burp and groaned.

Mischa didn’t get a chance to reassure his boyfriend, because his own stomach heaved with enough force that his vomit spattered the other side of the 50-gallon trash barrel and slid down it with an agonizing, disgusting slowness. He coughed, gagging unproductively at first, and then another wave poured from his mouth.

With a burp, Mischa straightened up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand like it would make any difference at all. He spat one last mouthful of half-digested rice slurry into the can and turned to face Harley as he hobbled out of the stall.

“Should- hff- clean up in the sink I didn’t clog, let maintenance know—” Mischa panted.

“Fuck no,” Harley said with a whine. “They’ll prolly make us pay or- something—”

“So sneaking out the employee exit it is,” Mischa sighed as he started running the water to wash his hands. If they kept pulling this sort of stunt, they were going to get banned from the entire mall…