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True Ache: Time Delay

Experienced another 'true stomach ache' last night. The kind where my stomach aches seemingly for no reason. Like…it wasn't over-full or urging me to use the washroom or entirely hungry--it started to ache without a known direct cause.

So…last night was the end of three back-to-back-to-back full-day shifts for me at work--we're talking 8-9 hours of paid labour + 3 hours (total) of transit-stuff per day. Normally, it's hit-or-miss whether or not I'm hungry at the end of such shifts. Lunch breaks are usually scheduled for 2PM or so and I don't get home until 9PM if I am lucky (closer to 10PM if the bus fails to cooperate). I know, 7-8ish hours without a proper meal seems like I'd be starving when I get home…but after 12 hours of being on my feet all I really want to do is shower and sleep until the next one. Coming off of 3 consecutive days of this nonsense means I'm wiped and on the brink of just keeling over and sleeping on the long walk home from the bus stop (20-40 minute walk depending on direction and whether or not detours are necessary 'cuz some shady character is following me or someone decides it's the right time for a massive construction project tearing up sidewalks).

I was wiped last night. I'd thought ahead and had grabbed coffee from work for the road--knowing that without it I'd be dead on my feet for the way home. I was wary of having coffee so late at night, but more worried about falling asleep on the bus or halfway home vs. worried about being too wired for bed.

When I got home, it was to find my housemates/family cooking a huge dinner. That's what it looked like on the surface, but once things got to the table the truth came out. The three couldn't decide on what to put together for dinner and we needed to make room in the fridge 'cuz there's too many forgotten leftovers in there. One person made a gigantic wok full of re-fried fried noodles (combining the 'leftovers' fried noodles from 3 different tupperwares in the fridge), another insisted that fried noodles in Chinese restaurants are often paired with congee and they decided that they'd clear the pesky frozen chicken carcasses from the freezer via tossing them all into a pot of congee (3 carcasses into the pot -_- normally, we only use the one). The last guy decided that he wasn't a fan of noodles and congee so he decided to bake a frozen pizza + the entire contents of a bag of frozen takoyaki I had been saving as a treat (I usually only make myself 3-5 at a time so a single bag of the stuff last me a month or three).

All three of them were beyond pissed off at the massive amount of food they'd generated and the fact that everyone had cooked 'meal-sized' portions for everybody rather than side-dish portions for everybody. There was no way any of it was going to fit in the fridge because they'd all cooked too damned much. So what I walked home to was 3 people livid about the food situation and shoving 3 entire portions of what they'd put together at me and snapping at me to eat it all 'cuz there was no room for leftovers. They all got mad at me when I suggested that we'd have to throw a lot out if we couldn't store it 'cuz I wasn't up for eating a full plate, much less three with my body as exhausted as it was.

Leftovers always do a number on my stomach--particularly the miscellaneous, 2-4 day old mix of noodles one person threw together hit-or-miss whether or not it beats a hasty exit or if it decides to linger and cause problems in my tummy for however long. Congee has always upset my stomach. It's mostly liquid so I guess my tummy doesn't know what to do with it and it always goes through me like it's in a NASCAR race or something. Frozen pizza is pretty filling and the kind we have often upsets my stomach (frozen and then baked peppers on pizza tend to do that). Takoyaki is great…but there's a reason I keep portions under 5 pieces--because it's pretty filling. Most of what I was given ended up making its way into my tummy over the course of two hours. My stomach was already feeling a bit off from the dairy from the coffee I'd drank on the way home.

I ate what I could last night before retreating to my room. I guess my guts were just as exhausted as the rest of me because it chose not to hang on to dinner and let most of it go. By around 1AM, I was alone and trying to sleep. My stomach was starting to twinge with hunger--but it was all being drowned out by an ache coursing through my intestines. There wasn't enough from dinner left inside of me to send me to the washroom but it was like the usual upset-ache that would have accompanied backed-up guts had lingered with a time-delay to keep me up all night.

I laid in bed for a couple of hours, rubbing and prodding at my stomach in hopes of quelling the aches. Stethoscope didn't catch many gurgles, but what I heard told me that my guts were pretty upset despite not having enough physically present to upset them. It was like the aches and upset were a delayed reaction--stuff already left my system, but it left before my guts could generate the accompanying indigestion. My upper stomach--around my ribs--was twinging with hunger pangs, but my intestines were cramping up with indigestion. I guess it was mostly gas in there because it didn't feel like there were solids or liquids enough being pushed along anywhere. Honestly, I felt like a game of "Labyrinth"--that old game where there's a maze and a (usually)steel ball and one has to tilt the entire thing to guide the ball through the maze? I was tossing and turning quite a bit and the air in my intestines was moving about in every direction in my intestines.

I ended up dozing off some time around 5PM. Had about 4 hours of sleep. Woke up to a sharp ache in my guts and lots of sickly gurgles. I've burped exactly once in the 2-3 hours I've been awake. I never burp, at least, not audibly. This one was audible--sharp-sounding…and actually sounded like a belch. It was small, as far as belches go though. Like 1/4th of a handful of air decided to escape violently. My tummy is gurgling--it's still upset. There's lots of gas bubbles squirming around in my guts--trying to find the exit to the maze. My tummy is hurting but not in a way that urges me to the washroom. Hunger pangs are a little stronger than they were last night, but the upset is still winning.

Honestly, last night I was craving some more caring, gentle touches to my tum. My imagined lover was the caring sort trying to soothe my upset tummy enough for sleep. The idea of a sadistic lover intent on prodding my guts to a bigger ache is tempting though. I may post an RP-Starter inspired by this. See what bites.

#tummy ache #upset tummy #indigestion #stomach ache #stomach ache kink #tummy noises #aching tummies

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aching-tummies · 11 days

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Sugarless Saga: Liquified Jello

Finally got around to trying more of the sugar-free gummies. I managed to eat 15 of them this time.

I ate the gummies around 7AM on an empty stomach. I didn't have my water-bottle with me so all that wound up in my stomach was just the gummies. I was a little disappointed as there wasn't much activity or noises or anything. Eventually, around 2PM I decided to give up and made myself a bowl of instant noodles for my first meal/late lunch. After being disappointed by what I thought was the gummies failing to work, I decided that maybe a little dairy was in order to see if I could upset my tummy that way. I made myself hot chocolate with copious amounts of milk (usually I only put a splash of milk in the drink for fear of a tummy ache).

I guess the gummies need something else in the belly for them to work their magic. By 3PM, my stomach was gurgling up a storm. Like…you know that sensation when you suck jello/jelly through clenched teeth and the stuff sleuces through between your teeth as a liquified, viscous sludge? The sensation of sludge passing through the gaps between teeth--that's the same sensation I felt rumbling around in my guts. Burbles and rumbles from all over my belly.

I was shocked, It had been over 7 hours since I had downed the gummies and there they were. They just needed something else to kick around in my guts. So I guess for future reference, downing the gummies with food or at the very least with water is the way to go--by themselves they don't do much.

Even at 2AM--19 hours since I had eaten the gummies, my belly was still making those "liquifying jello" rumbles. I could feel the sensation throughout my guts and intestines too--like if Flubber was struggling, refusing to be digested and wreaking havoc throughout my guts. It wasn't a stomach ache, but my guts felt unsettled all day--there were the jello-sensations but also just a constant tensing of my guts like they were getting ready for a #2 that never happened.

I'm writing this around 10AM of the next day, 27 hours since I ate 15 sugar-free gummies. The gurgles have stopped and my gut is relatively calm now, but I still feel a slight "sludge" sensation in my intestines. It's not moving around, but it kind of feels like some sludge is clogging up my digestive tract. Maybe I'll feel something if/when I eat today.

As always, feel free to respond to this post in an ask/RP-scenario or whatever.

#tummy kink #upset stomach #sugarless tummy #tummy noises #stomach noises #stomach gurging #indigestion

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aching-tummies · 19 days

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True Stomach Ache

Members of my household (myself included) have been pretty busy lately. Due to that, we've been surviving on leftovers. We tend to batch-cook maybe two or three times a week or order a massive amount of take-out the one night in order to have it in the fridge to re-heat when it's time for a meal. Honestly, not my favorite strategy. Leftovers are already kind of lackluster…but 4-6 day old 'what was once curry' should be considered lethal. Personally, my rule of thumb is 3 days--if it's been in the fridge for 3 days then I don't want to eat it anymore. Unfortunately, that's the kind of thing that's been going into my poor tum for the last three days or so. I haven't had the time to cook and fast-food and stuff in my area is becoming increasingly overpriced and decreasing in quality. I don't want to spend the equivalent of 1.5 hours of pay on something that tastes like the cardboard and plastic it was shipped to the store in so I've opted not to eat out. With eating out not an option, I've been subjecting myself to the mystery leftovers in our fridge alongside other members of my household. They get mad at me when I don't help liquidate the leftovers anyway and I didn't want to be stressed and yelled at so I drank the proverbial Kool-aid (in this case, curry). My stomach really isn't happy about it. I guess last night and this morning, my tummy decided to get even.

Last night we had yet another dinner of 4 day old curry. Thank heavens for the fact that we have enough washrooms in the house for everyone because everyone suffered for the curry last night. Due to the curry's repeated exits, I ended up going to bed ravenous--'dinner' having been rejected by my stomach. I was too tired to bother trying to find something to fill my stomach so I opted to go to sleep hungry--thinking that at the very least I could treat myself to some hunger-kink in the morning.

Hopes of indulging in hunger-kink were dashed when I woke up due to a nasty twinge in my lower belly. It felt like a cross between period cramps and the urge to use the washroom. My intestines were empty though, thanks to the curry liquidating my guts a half dozen times last night. So…my stomach and intestines were empty, but they were all cramping up like they needed to go. I ended up writhing on my bed for a few hours, trying anything to quell the ache in my intestines. I tried rubbing it for a bit, which didn't help. I tried laying a weighted sack over it in hopes it'd squash the ache. The 'sack' is really just one of those microwavable heating packs filled with either grains or plastic beads or whatever. Even without heating it up, sometimes just the weight of it is pretty comforting when I've got stomach issues.

It's been a long time since I've truly felt like I experienced a true 'stomach ache'--like…this wasn't what I'd normally describe as indigestion or period cramps or being overfull or hungry--there was seemingly no cause and no explanation for my stomach to ache like it was this morning. I had initially planned to try sugarless bears take 2 today…but my guts were already being put through the wringer so I decided to save them for another time.

As always, if you want to treat this like an RP-starter, feel free. Honestly, with how often my stomach's been acting up I've been really thirsty for tum-content lately. I'm definitely not gonna doxx myself of whatever but at times I wish I could just meet up with someone into this stuff and let my stomach be their problem (or I guess, toy?) for a few hours.

#tummy ache #tummy ache kink #indigestion #upset stomach kink #belly rubs

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aching-tummies · 23 days

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you look so cute sitting there with your pants and tummy straining to hold everything I've put in it, poor baby do you need me to rub your tummy?

#stuffing #tummy ache #tummy kink #yes please!#I need this in my life #belly rubs #tummy rubs #aching tummies

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aching-tummies · 24 days

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Mm I would definitely try the sugar free gummys again because they should be perfect for making your tummy soo gurlgly and bloated. I would suggest having a few more than 10 and seeing how that feels

Thank you.

The 10 I had that first time definitely made it gurgly. What was awesome was that it lasted for quite a few hours.

The serving suggestion on my package is 13 bears. I had originally intended to down the 13 but stopped at 10 for a few reasons.

I normally don't eat gummy candies, so the 10 I had was a lot for me. I'm also the type that tends to let candy-even gummy candies--melt in my mouth rather than chew and swallow. Thanks to that, I literally consume maybe 2-5 gummy bears over the course of 3 hours or something as opposed to friends that mow through entire handfuls in the same amount of time. I did the old chew/swallow method for these sugarfree ones because it seems like that's part of the experience. Basically, I stopped at 10 because it felt like a lot to me, someone who normally doesn't eat gummies at all and someone who literally has 10 gummy bears, total, over the course of 6 months. I was worried that downing 10 the way I did, gummed up and swallowed, would really upset the works 'cuz my gut isn't used to gummies of any kind. I'm also not used to sugarless/sugar-free items of any kind--raised by a family that insisted alternative sweeteners were unhealthy.

I'll try to aim for more than 10 bears the next time I get around to experimenting with them. I'm not sure if I'll manage it though because the 10 I did already felt like so, so, so much to the me that isn't used to having so many all at once.

I still have a few questions about best-practices with the sugarless gummies:

Should I take 'em on an empty stomach, a full one, or somewhere in-between?

How many bears should I aim to take in what span of time?

Should I be washing 'em down with water or something else?

Do I chew 'em or let 'em melt on my tongue? Does attempting to swallow 'em whole yield different results?

What to do once they're in my belly to enhance the experience?

Besides bloating, what to expect with these things?

#tummy kink #sugarless tummy

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aching-tummies · 26 days

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Sugarless Bears

Last night, my stomach was a little upset. We had some type of curry for dinner last night, but the roux starter we used was definitely a couple of years beyond its sell-by date. I know, not exactly 'rotten' or 'expired', but it did a bit of a number on my stomach. Roughly 5-6 hours after having dinner, my intestines were still gurgling--still fighting with the curry dinner.

I bought sugar-free gummy bears for the first time a while back and have been waiting for an opportunity to try them out and maybe indulge in kink. It seemed like as good an opportunity as any. I thought that a by-product of it would clear up whatever upset was being caused by the curry. I was hoping to experience maybe a little bit of a tummy ache or something as a result of the bears.

I quickly downed 10 gummy bears. I wanted to swallow them whole, but they were a bit too big to swallow comfortably like that. I ended up biting each one into roughly three pieces, chewing them up just enough to get 'em softened but not enough to break them down into smaller pieces. Down the hatch with a few gulps of water.

Once I'd swallowed the 10 bears, I used my stethoscope on my belly for a while. My stomach gurgled a bit--but the noises were only audible through the stethoscope and the sensations were barely-there flutterings in my gut. I ended up falling asleep before noticing much else.

I'm writing this roughly 5 hours since I ingested the bears. I've been awake for about an hour. The gurgles are now somewhat audible without a stethoscope and erupting all over my intestines. They're not as frequent as I'd like them to be. Maybe 1.5-2 seconds of 'motorbike' noises when they sound. There's more audible with the stethoscope--rumbling gurgles. So far, there has been no tummy ache--just the rumbles.

9 hours since ingestion and I guess that's it. Stomach gurgled for quite a few hours, but I haven't had any pains or urges to go or anything. Might try this again at some point.

If anyone has any tips to share, feel free to 'Inspire Me'. As always, if anyone wants to turn this into an RP-starter scenario--gimme your best ^^

#tummy kink #upset stomach #stomach gurgles #sugarless bears

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aching-tummies · 27 days

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Its always "Was that your stomach?"

And never "I wanna hold you from behind and press my fingertips into your stomach to make it louder." ☹️☹️☝️

#yes please!#tummy kink #stomach kink

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aching-tummies · 27 days

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Heyy, I've spent some time reading through your blog and I saw you mention tidbits of rough navel play, like piercing the navel in the center for pleasure. What's your experience with this? I personally think it's pretty hot but considering how dangerous it is with all the risks involved, I feel like it's not worth it, I'm speaking from experience - it felt really good, but I had to take care of my navel for a week and I would still get the occasional sharp sting in the center of my navel, a sort of navel ache, a sting.

It's been such a long time since then and I'm okay, however I'm always curious about what others think of this aspect of a navel fetish and if others ever wonder about the risks of it - since I see so many people perform it without preparation: sterility, gloves, tools; which almost made me want to write a safety guide for this purpose for harm reduction purposes, but I'm not an expert.

I suppose this is more of a kink rating ask-thing(?) How do you feel about navel play with sterile pointy-tools such as needles? Is it a "do myself" thing or is it more like something that you like watching others do?

Most importantly: Yes! Please write the safety guide for navel stuff! Kink is fun, but not at the risk of health and safety!

As a kink-rating thing: Depends on what's being done. I am very particular about navel stuff and I guess I'm not too into what others would consider the hardcore/intense stuff? Once in a while I'll see something I like in passing, but a lot of the stuff out there is stuff I'm not too interested in or too 'intense' for my tastes. Anything that leaves a lasting mark or draws blood is stuff I 100% only enjoy in fictional contexts. The rare IRL stuff I do to myself is definitely much tamer than any of that.

General thoughts and personal experiences:

My version of 'rough' navel play doesn't involve piercing the thing in any way. What I enjoy is more the idea of over-stimulating the area. If it's been suctioned out, pinching it relentlessly or rolling it between fingers like a slime-toy or flicking the pulled-out flesh over and over again until the area is sore--that's my wheelhouse. If it's stuck as an 'innie' then poking it with something narrow--but not sharp--and clean is a lot of fun. Scratching at the little crevasses with a clean toothpick or probing around with something narrow and blunt like a dowel or a clean cuticle care tool is delightful.

In terms of navel stuff I've seen and enjoyed online: a hypothetical example using Person A and Person B. Person A is normally pretty trim but has overindulged and their stomach is taut and achy. Person B is tending to that belly--rubbing it or kneading it or patting it. I prefer the ones where Person B is clearly trying ot mess with the gut rather than overtly soothing it--more intent on kneading all the burps out or patting the tum to stir up an angry grumble than trying to soothe it. In the midst of all that experimenting, Person B realizes that the navel is more sensitive than it normally is due to the pressure of everything being stuffed just under the skin, the navel is also stretched out and maybe parts of it that are normally hidden are suddenly exposed to the air or suddenly accessible to poking. The idea of Person A really feeling it when their navel is messed with in their bloated state--that's 10/10 right there. Fleeting rubs over the navel in passing, deliberate pokes to stir something up, scissoring into the navel to stretch the rim of it so that the navel experiences the stretch from internal pressure as well as the forceful prying of Person B's fingers.

With this interest--especially with navel stuff--there are a lot of things where I'm particular about whether or not it's something I'd enjoy only in fiction or wouldn't mind attempting in reality. Navel stuff rides a fine line and most of the stuff that involves actual harm is stuff I keep firmly in the 'fictional only' category.

Whether or not I'd ever actually enjoy some of the more hard-core stuff done to me…I lean toward 'no'. If the partner I was indulging with knew what they were doing…maybe…but anything that involved actual piercing or ran the risk of infected wounds and such would be a 'nope' for me. I mean…even if everything was sterilized and such, the fact is that there would be a wound left over. Even if it didn't fester…it'd put my navel out of commission for however long it took to heal properly…and as someone that loves indulging in navel stuff…I definitely wouldn't want to wait.

I think the worst experience (so far) that I've had with navel stuff is the time I tried using 2 elastics. I usually use those finger-sized, all rubber hair-ties (the cheap little ones often marketed for tiny braids). I usually loop them around the syringe toy 3 times and then suck out my navel with the toy--then I shimmy the elastic down until it's around my pulled out navel and I eventually get the syringe off to leave my navel pulled out.

One day, the elastic just kept on slipping off, so I opted to use 2 elastics--both wound around the syringe 3 times. Shimmied them down together. It felt amazing and it didn't slip off…but that was the problem.

The extra tensile strength or whatever of the added elastic meant a stronger "tourniquet" effect on my navel. Kind of like those videos of people splitting watermelons simply by putting enough elastic bands around it? Yeah--the more elastics, the stronger the clenching force. So…circulation was getting cut off, my navel was going numb, and I couldn't get the doubled-up elastic off. I didn't want to use a blade on the off chance I nicked myself--and the area was slick with sweat and a slight bit of blood from the elastic cutting into me as well as all the scratching I'd done trying to get the elastics off. It took me a very long time to get the elastics off thanks to the use of 2 lace-crochet hooks I had on-hand and a pair of cuticle scissors I used to cut the elastics after I'd lifted them off of my skin with the hooks.

That particular disaster had left blisters on my navel and I was sore for days. I refrained from indulging in anything with that area for weeks after, afraid to mess with the blistered and irritated skin.

Everything healed up, but it kind of feels like there's firmer scar-tissue left behind? I'm definitely not doing that again 'cuz it was terrifying and also 'cuz if more of that scar tissue develops, it'll likely get in the way of the sensations and I won't be able to feel things done to the area anymore. So…lesson learned: never do more than one elastic.

I guess, to answer the final question: I'd definitely prefer the navel stuff to be done to me rather than watch it be done to someone else or be the one doing it to someone else. Seriously, at my most 'thirsty' I've honestly wished for some sort of service--like a massage or something--book an hour where someone does things to my navel/stomach.

#navel kink

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aching-tummies · 1 month

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Saw this post cross my dash and I basically spat out my drink at finding the counterpart to something I've been thinking for over a week.

I'm aro/ace and probably not as 'straight' as everyone wants me to be. Not sure if I meet the criteria for 'pretty' but everything else on here described me to a T and has been such a damned tease to me over the last week.

I've been struggling with pre-Shark-Week symptoms for the last week or so. Stress tends to mess with my cycle to the point where I can go 3-5 months without a cycle and when one finally arrives it hits me like a ton of bricks. Nausea, heartburn, lack of appetite, too much appetite, stomach aches, stomach upsets, cramps, cramps, cramps--basically, stuff that caters to this niche kink while also making me feel miserable.

I've been waking up on days off around 6AM trying to massage out the cramps enough to let me sleep (hasn't worked yet). And only leaving my room after 3PM when the hunger pangs become too painful to bear. 9 hours of massaging my abdomen doesn't just nudge at the cramps, but also kind of nudges my digestive tract…so those 9 hours of trying to quell cramps also serves to make me hungrier and hungrier and my stomach get increasingly noisy until I can't take it anymore. And…yes…all those sensations definitely go somewhere -////- would absolutely adore having a partner to enjoy those 9 hours with.

#tummy kink #hunger kink

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aching-tummies · 2 months

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Onion Rings RP reaponse. I'd provide the kneading-hands on your upset tummy. Definitely a "hurt it" kind of kneading too. Firm, deep kneads. I'd use my knuckles a lot, pressing deep and dragging 'em like a baker does when they wanna drag the dough against the counter. Also can't forget the "punch down" action ^^ the bloated dome gets the fist. I'm going to cause that tummy ache to bloom and enjoy your tum's grumbles and making you moan and whine and maybe burp, or more likely vomit.

This gem has been sitting in my inbox since 2021. I'm so sorry to the person that sent this because this ask is gold and I've written and scrapped over a dozen responses to it because none of them felt quite right. All the onion rings puns in this ask kind of derailed me so many times and I love them. I wonder of the “bloom” one is in reference to a “bloomin' onion”--a form of “onion ring”/deep fried onion? Whether that was intentional or not, it was perfect and has made me smile countless times since I received this ask. Thank you!

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I whine as yet another potential sickly belch is denied to me. My tummy grumbles unhappily, continuing to inflate with the sickly gas being produced by the greasy, messy digestion of my unhealthy snack. The drive-thru you stopped by in the way home got your order wrong and gave you onion rings instead of the fries you had asked for. Unfortunately for you, you didn't check the bag before driving home and once back home you weren't going to leave over some fries. Luckily for me, I love onion rings...or at least, I did. I love the idea of onion rings—when they're outside of me and about to be consumed. Once they're conspiring to give me a nasty, greasy case of indigestion I like them a lot less.

That's what brings us to this moment. You scarfed your burger and pawned off the onion rings and half of your Mountain Dew to me in favour of hopping into the shower. I ate the side of onion rings and downed the Dew before it had a chance to go flat. The sickly green colour of the Dew should have been warning enough not to drink it. My poor tummy feels volatile, like it's filled with radioactive sludge rather than the greasy, carbonated mess it's churning around.

“My my, what's this?”

I almost jump out of my skin at your voice in my ear. You rest your chin on my shoulder, hands sliding under my shirt to palm at my rapidly bloating belly.

“Nnngh...oww...t-tummy's...j-just a bit upset.” I murmur, still struggling to try and expel some of the gas festering in my poor belly.

You dig your palm into my gut above my navel, dragging it slowly and firmly to the left with your fingers curled to make a bit of a fist. The bumps of your knuckles knead deeply into my upset gut.

“Oh! Oooh....nnnngh...*urp*” I startle at the sudden pressure of your palm on the centre of my gut and can't help but moan at the dragging kneading.

You continue this motion, altering hands and falling into a steady rhythm. It hurts, but with each 'punch' to the centre of my belly I get the opportunity to let out a pitifully small belch. It's not much, but I can only hope that it's gradually reducing the pressure in my achy belly. The carbonation in the Dew and the greasy onion rings were conspiring to wreck my sensitive belly. Already, the stretch from my stomach bloating up with the products of indigestion is pretty uncomfortable.

We stay in that position for a few minutes. Your kneading massage gradually slows. The thudding impact of your palm starting in the centre of my belly stops, replaced by both of your hands cupping at the sides of my bloated belly and squeezing. I've got a relatively trim tummy, but the indigestion and uncomfortable bloating has caused it to dome slightly. I'd think it was cute in a miniature-basketball sort of way if it didn't come with feeling so utterly sick to my stomach.

“Nnnngh...s-so upset...oooh...h-hurts!” I groan and whine, squirming in your hold as you torment my belly. My mutterings end in a frantic exclamation as I twist in your hold. Your hands had found a particularly sore spot in my belly and kneaded firmly. “Ooof...oww...s-sorry...oww...nnngh...it really, really hurts right now. C'n...C'n we slow down a bit? G-Gentle? Oooh...m-my tummy *really, really hurts!”

You grin at my protests, arms coming back to loop around my waist as you guide us to the couch. The tea I'd been in the process of making sits, forgotten, on the counter. Pity, I'd been preparing it in hopes that it'd settle my stomach. It's an intentional move on your part. Settling my stomach will come, eventually. Throughout your shower, thoughts of a stomach ache in full bloom went through your head. You didn't dare to hope that the small side of onion rings and half a drink would create issues in my tummy, but upon stepping out to the sight of me pressing my tummy into the counter sealed it for you. The indigestion will quell, eventually, it'll run it's course probably quicker than it would if left untouched—a byproduct of getting to manhandle my guts to your heart's desire and see the limits of 'tummy ache' that you can inflict on it.

#tummy ache #upset tummy #aching tummies #indigestion #RP-Ask upset stomach

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aching-tummies · 2 months

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Valentine's Pizza

Happy February 14th!

Plans with a potential significant other and with friends fell through. Family medical emergency on one end and work emergency/call-in for the other. So I ended up alone on Valentine's Day. No big deal. I'd booked the day off so I decided to treat myself.

I woke up pretty early in the day—around 6AM. I lounged around in bed, reading books, falling back asleep at random, small, intervals and doing whatever for a couple of hours. Around 9AM my stomach was grumbling loudly and aching from being hungry. I'd skipped dinner on the night of the 13th, spending all that time fussing over what to wear on a potential date, having the significant other cancel due to a family emergency, re-scheduling to make plans with some single friends wanting to get together, and changing up my wardrobe for the new activities we had planned. Lots of ironing, lots of mixing and matching of clothing items, trying to figure out what I could pair with what to look cute depending on which outing I was going to and who I was seeing or what activities were on the table. Having skipped dinner and been awake since 6AM, my 9AM my stomach was really empty and really angry.

I opted to order pizza because I'd been craving it and haven't had pizza in any form other than frozen-from-the-grocer in over three or four years. The delivery fee was the same, regardless of what I ordered, so I ordered a lot. The place I was ordering from had some new-to-me items so I ended up with two different medium pizzas and two different Calzone-like things as well as two different soft-drinks. Basically, I took advantage of the “Valentine's” package deal on the site. Not like the pizza chain or the delivery driver are gonna care whether or not it was just me or me and a date. I fully planned to put left-overs away to have a quick breakfast item at the ready for the coming days.

Unfortunately, the idea of testing my capacity did not occur to me until it was too late. I opted to enjoy my food over the course of the day rather than stuff myself. Though I do kind of wish I had pushed myself a little.

The main item I wanted to try was the Calzone-like thing because I'd never had it before and it sounded delicious. The ones I had were good. The dough was thin and there was always 0.5-0.75cm of mozzarella in every bite—so they did not skimp on the cheese...which would have been the most expensive ingredient in the things. Unfortunately, I guess my stomach wasn't really up to the task of breaking down such a dense mass of cheese. The Calzone-like things basically sat heavy in my stomach-organ for 7+ hours. Surprisingly, it didn't give me heartburn or anything...just left a noticeable weight in my stomach-organ that I was made aware of every time I moved. Get up to use the washroom? Whoa...something dense is kinda nudging/bobbing inside of my stomach. I drank lots of water and tea and fluids to avoid heartburn. And the dry, cheesy, and salty combination basically made it easy to actually want to keep my fluid intake up. So the dense mass of cheese, dough, and bits of vegetables basically swam around a lake in my stomach for 7+ hours.

It was only when I was putting away 80% of the pizza that I realized what a missed opportunity it was. Had my mind been on stomach-kink, I could have absolutely crammed a stomach-busting amount of pizza into my gut. I didn't and I haven't, but part of me wonders about all the missed opportunities.

#tummy kink #tummy ache #hunger kink #tummy ache kink

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aching-tummies · 3 months

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Hey! Is this blog still active?

Yup. As of Feb 2024 I'm still around. Not as much as I want to be, but I'm still here.

Real-life is killer right now so I pretty much only have 2 nights a week that I get to enjoy free time. Ideally, that's when I hop onto my computer and do stuff like check tumblr, write stuff, or watch anime or whatever. Unfortunately, I have other hobbies that are offline and fighting with computer-time for those 2 nights a week. For example, friends and I are definitely all barely affording life, but a few of us decided to indulge in some childhood dreams by getting into amateur cosplay. We definitely won't win or even place in cosplay contests, but it's really nice being able to go to movie nights "in-costume" or play things like "Never have I ever" in-character the odd time we manage to get together.

I've been checking my tumblr activity whenever I do manage to be online and I'm loving the reblogs and such. Those of you that write stuff in the tags or add to the post or whatever: I see you, I love you--thank you.

I haven't been receiving many asks lately or responses to scenarios. I have maybe two or three that I'm in the process of crafting a response for, but I've got to be in the right mood to work on those and it's slow-going with only being online two random nights a week. They are lovely responses and I want to do them justice before I post. Thank you for your patience. I think the last five asks I've received have been anons asking or outright demanding that I post photos of myself in varying levels of rudeness. All saw the delete button and I think I updated the pinned post after the third one to bold and enlarge the guideline about what kind of content I'm comfortable putting on this blog and what is not going to be on here. It's a little discouraging that those have been the most common/only asks I've received recently…but I guess I'm a little at fault for not responding quickly enough to the awesome asks that I have received.

Thank you to those of you sticking around. Thank you for the reblogs. Thank you for the likes. Hopefully, I'll be able to post more in the near future. I love the space we've managed to create here and I wish I could visit more often.

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aching-tummies · 3 months

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RP Starter: Manufactured Ache

It's about 5:45AM on the first of two days off. My little tummy woke me with a deep, hungry growl. Right…I did skip dinner the night before in favour of getting some much-needed sleep. I've been stressed to the nines lately, waking up at 4AM or 5AM on days off to deal with timezone nonsense as I make calls to head-office stuff across the country for various things, mostly banking-related.

Normally, I get up around 8AM for work, but my tummy doesn't handle food/digesting stuff well until closer to 10AM so I usually hold off on breakfast until then to avoid a painful tummy ache (the kind that literally makes my toes curl). On days off, I often hold off on putting anything but water in my tummy until closer to 1PM or 2PM, even if I am hungry.

I've been sitting up in bed, languidly rubbing my tummy since 5:30AM as it's been clenching uncomfortably, letting out loud growls thanks to the mouthful of cold water I gulped down to chase away a case of cotton-mouth. I can feel another growl building beneath my palm. My stomach is clenching, seemingly consolidating it all for a big gurgle. As it comes, you stir to my right in bed, having heard this second growl. You slide a hand onto my belly before you even open your eyes, feeling the tense muscles under my skin.

"Hmmm? Morning, babe." I murmur, still stroking my belly as the aftershocks of the gurgle reverberate around my gut. I give a small belch, the little bit of air that got displaced with the gulp of water coming up and out with the pressure of both of our hands on my tummy. "It's not even 6--go back to sleep. It's too early to be up on a day off." I mutter tiredly as I shuffle back to lying down. I was only up to indulge in the sensations caused by that gulp of water. I wasn't expecting my guts to be active so early in the morning.

Your eyes snap open at my statement and you sit bolt-upright in bed, eyes wide and tell-tale grin on your face. Day off? Time's a-wastin'!

You've had this idea in your head for a while now, having seen and tended to my stressy tummy aches for weeks on end. Today marks the first true day off after over a month and a half of stressing out over responsibilities for me. The first in a long, long, long period of stress-induced upset tummy aches. It didn't help that I contracted a bit of the flu for a couple of days at the start of this stressful period. My schedule during those days was brutal: tossing my cookies from 3AM-6AM, trying to soothe my sickly tummy from 6AM-8AM, working an 8-10 hour shift at any of my three jobs, getting home after 9PM and immediately falling asleep--at the dinner table, at the entrance trying to remove my shoes, etc.--only to rinse and repeat.

The stressful period was out of our control. The effects of the flu was out of our control. While you certainly enjoyed tending to what was there, a part of your brain has been wondering about intentionally causing a tummy ache and how a manufactured ache would compare to all of the ones that have simply developed due to circumstances. Right now, we're dawning on the first of back-to-back days off. Our schedules have lined up for the first time in forever and we are almost 6 hours down of a potential 48 for fun and indulgence. You pat at my tummy, a wide grin blooming on your face as you think of all the possibilities.

Well then, what are you going to do first?

#tummy ache #tummy ache kink #tummy ache RP Starter

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aching-tummies · 4 months

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RP Starter: Project Hallmark

Project Hallmark. It's the cheesy nickname you've given to circumstances that have led to this--December 20-23 at a local hotel.

I step into the lobby and take it all in. I can count on the fingers of one hand, with fingers to spare, how many times I've actually stayed in a hotel in my lifetime. My family wasn't big on travel, and even when we did travel, there'd usually be a family member or friend at the destination willing to let us crash under their roof. Carpet, sheets laid over linoleum or tile, and nests made of winter jackets were what I got used to. It's 'cuz of this upbringing that I see hotels, no matter how grand, as some pinnacle of luxury. Even now, in my late-twenties with enough funds to afford a couple of nights at a hotel, I've never been able to justify blowing half a month's rent on two nights at a hotel.

There's a coffee shop to my left across the lobby and the scents coming from it are divine. My stomach rumbles and I gently rub at it over my felt coat. I debate whether or not to stop for a hot Mocha and maybe some pastry with chocolate in it.

Juggling three jobs has resulted in 'meals' becoming a pipe dream. Odds are, I grab something quick just to keep me on my feet. Most of the time, that's a simple breakfast sandwich--an egg and maybe a piece of bacon shoved into an English muffin or bun about the size of my palm. It's not much, but it's affordable and convenient enough to eat while on-the-go--rushing to catch a bus or while getting my uniform on for the food-job. My current jobs are at a fast-food restaurant (aka food job), a glorified intern around 4 days a week for a community service association (aka 'Office job'), and an unofficial side-gig doing crafting stuff for friends and acquaintances. Due to my hectic schedule and the crafting gig taking every moment not spent at either of my official jobs or in transit we keep missing each other. During the rare hours we're home together, I'm either super concentrated on some craft, or I'm asleep at my sewing machine. The lack of significant couple-time led to you working on Project Hallmark--basically, a romantic get-away. Hotel, good food, and spending intentional time together.

My stomach grumbles, reminding me that the last thing I ate was a fried egg on a piece of bread that I had put together around midnight the night before, having found my growling tummy too uncomfortable to allow me to sleep. It's currently just passed 5PM of the next day and I left the office after a day of giving impromptu presentations and getting projects and planning sorted out and down for approvals in the new year. A fussy sponsor for a project our office is spearheading decided to show up and act like a big shot and I spent 4 hours listening to him shout irrelevant buzz words and basically trying to suggest 15 other initiatives we should have been working on rather than the singular initiative we've been funded for. All in all, a frustrating and annoying day. I got out of the office just in time to make a mad dash for the bus that was fast-approaching, only to receive a text from you telling me to get off in downtown rather than take the bus to the other end of the city to go home.

As hungry as I am, my watch flashing 5:40PM at me makes my decision for me. Room 815 awaits and as divine as coffee and pastry sounds right about now, I'm actually excited for whatever it is you have planned for us.

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Well then, send me your best responses.

#tummy kink #hungry tummy #stomach noises

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aching-tummies · 5 months

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Do you have a navel piercing?

No. Possibly "Not yet"?

Honestly, I've been looking into it and debating it over and over again.

First of all, I'm a little overwhelmed by the choices. There's different placements one can get. The standard top of the rim one seems like a good choice, but the idea of a "true navel piercing" where the piercing goes through the center (if that's even possible with an innie like mine--most of what I've read about 'em is done only on outies), and just tonight while looking it up again, I found a new-to-me type called a "floating navel piercing" and that looks pretty awesome. Also, tonight's the first time in my looking-things-up that I've heard not all navels are good candidates for piercing, so yet another reason I hesitate.

Secondly, and probably most importantly…I'm kind of curious about how they actually feel? I'd mostly want one for the feeling. Whether or not it can be felt even after it's healed, whether or not (gentle) tugs on it feel as incredible as other kinds of stimulation. I have standard ear-piercings and those aren't really noticeable whether or not I have earrings in or not. On top of that, I'm kind of obsessed with the idea of a navel piercing that's almost like a captive-bead style where I could potentially twist the ring and change how deep the ornament/bead goes and such to better feel it, if that's possible. Anyone with a navel piercing that wants to answer this who debacle on 'feeling', feel free to hit up my inbox or maybe even use the messaging feature on here if you'd be okay with me picking your brain for info on navel piercings.

I'm worried about snagging and migration or rejection of the piercing too. Obviously, because my intentions seem to be to play with it…which would definitely irritate the piercing and likely cause migration/rejection. I don't know whether or not I'd trust myself with a navel piercing, knowing that they're finnicky and difficult to heal. I doubt I'd be able to leave it alone well enough to heal. I also tend to wear my pants really high up and I don't bare my navel anywhere but in private…so the whole "it's cute" angle wouldn't come into play and odds are that being under clothing all the time would cause a lot of snagging.

Thoughts? Anyone with navel piercings and/or knows a lot about them want to hit me up?

#navel #navel piercing #belly button piercing #belly kink #navel kink

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aching-tummies · 5 months

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the thought of being able to feel from the outside everything going on in your tummy while you test your capacity is what really gets me into the whole thing - feeling your stomach swell up and tighten, the churning go crazy while you try for just one more bite of pizza? Why no include manual stimulation too - lay on your back while I feel just how full you are, pushing gently and feeling everything going on in your tummy as I lay my head against the right skin- woo boy

So…this one's been sitting in my inbox for a very, very, very long time because I couldn't think of how to respond.

Hopefully, whomever sent it is still around, I am very, very, very sorry for how long it took me to respond to this. "Capacity testing" is a very rare mood for me…but even when I wasn't in the mood for it, I could tell that this ask in particular was something special…so I kept it and waited for the right mood to strike in order to craft a response that would do it justice.

I've been ridiculously stressed with a bunch of aspects of my life choosing not to work out properly (coworker drama, banking mishaps, playing host to guests that stop by, cooking dinners, companies I've been buying presents from supposedly losing every single package I've ordered in the mail and having to argue back and forth about having paid for the thing but having received absolutely nothing despite being out all that money). Due to the stress I've had an almost constant upset belly for going on three weeks now despite eating maybe 1/4C of instant oatmeal for breakfast, maybe a breakfast sandwich instead, and maybe a serving of noodles with boiled greens for dinner. I've been trying to keep meals light to avoid further upset, so capacity-testing isn't a reality for me at the moment…I guess that's why this ask totally sent me in recent days--we crave what we can't/shouldn't have, I guess.

Anyway…I hope you enjoy and I wish for good things for the person who sent this ask to me because this ask has been a very, very, very pleasant distraction from the hell that is life at the moment.

I blanche as I go in for another bite of the pizza. I saved the most enticing bit for last--hoping that it'd give me incentive to actually finish. The part that browned darker than the rest of the pizza--that delicious maillard reaction where the cheese has gone brown and crispy without having gone far enough to be bitter.

I'd done groceries on my way home. Unfortunately, upon coming home and trying to play Tetris with what I bought, I learned that there simply was no way to store this frozen pizza that I had gotten 'cuz it was on-sale. I managed to get one into the freezer, but even removing packaging would not have made this one fit, so I committed to baking it and sharing it with you for dinner. Too bad you aren't a fan of "deluxe" pizza--something about not liking the texture of once-frozen veggies or something.

You passed on the pizza, forcing me to tackle the beast on my own.

Well…not entirely alone. You perked up when I got about 40% through the pizza--but it wasn't the pizza you were so enticed by.

The pizza is delicious. It's the 'rising crust' kind--my favorite even including the realm of fresh pizza. It's the kind I got in post-secondary, often dividing it straight out of the oven and portioning out leftovers to ensure I didn't eat the whole thing as a starving, broke University student. No longer a broke and starving student, as well as not having any room with which to store leftovers, portioning wasn't on the agenda tonight.

I regret saving the most delicious part for last. The pizza has gone cold and I can't even enjoy the lovely browning. My mind is entirely preoccupied with the pressure in my belly.

Unfortunately, pizza makes me pretty thirsty. It's bready, dry, salty, and greasy--all descriptors that would, individually, have me chugging water or tea by the litre. It's been a long week and tomorrow is a long-awaited day off for me--hence why I opted to do groceries immediately after work as opposed to making a day of it for my sought-after day-off. I survived my shift by downing two and a half cups of coffee--one of which I brewed for myself as 'breakfast', another which was a gift from a lovely coworker, and the half was from another coworker that only wanted half of theirs as opposed to the whole medium due to heart concerns. By the time I'd gotten home, my tummy was screaming for real food…but my intestines were upset by the never-ending torrent of coffee all day. The pizza was a nice silver lining…until about 70% of it was crammed, painfully, into my exhausted stomach.

I set down the last piece, which only has the one bite taken out of it, and I lean back with a pitifully small, muffled belch. Both of my hands slide over to cradle my taut belly as I begin to rub languidly at it, biting back aborted moans as my straining tummy attempts to churn the solid mass of upset packed into it.

"Oooh…oh…owww…" I hiss, whimpering as my stomach lets loose a tortured gurgle.

Your eyes haven't left my stomach since the first time I paused. After the first three slices, I was already quite full. It was you that informed me there was no room for the pizza anywhere in the fridge and it was then that you urged me to eat "all of it"…to which I had replied, "as much as I can".

We've been seated at adjacent edges of our small, square kitchen table since you came home in time to see me pull the steaming pizza out of the oven. Ever-attentive, you bustled around the kitchen, getting me set up with an entire pot of tea to my right, the pizza in the middle of the table, and yourself seated adjacent to my left side, only the corner of the table and your mug of tea between us. There was catering/free food at your workplace, so you already ate your fill before coming home.

After my fourth slice, I'd mentioned the slight discomfort in my belly. Your response was simply to reach over and palm at my relatively-soft belly, coaxing some small belches out in a bid to free up some more room in my belly.

After six slices--half the pizza--I had hurriedly ripped open my belt and fought for a few minutes with the stubborn button on my jeans. The intensity of your stare and the sharp gasp you tried to muffle was adorable and it gave me incentive to move on to slice seven. If your rigid posture is any indication, you're almost as uncomfortable as I am right now--and I guess you're dealing with something of your own 'straining'.

After clearing eight slices, your palm was almost constantly on my achingly stuffed belly. My moans had gotten more frequent and I'd slowed down considerably.

We sat there halfway through slice eight for over half an hour, your hands continuously prodding into my taut middle, churning things up and palpitating at the swell of my poor, tortured belly.

You basically had to feed me slices 9 through 11 and I no longer tasted any of it. It took more than two hours to get those two slices down, and roughly a litre and a half of tea had gone down with it--softening up the cooled, hardened crust.

"Nnngh…I don't--I don't think--urp.--oooh….oooooh…" I murmur, belly throbbing and aching too much for me to even have a coherent thought, much less voice a complete one.

"Hmm? Wanna take a break? Hit the couch?" You suggest. You don't wait for a response, standing from the unforgiving kitchen chair and pulling me to my feet in one motion. I swallow thickly at the sudden shift, stomach churning sickeningly right before the sheer weight settles and I step forward to account for the straining weight of my belly trying to pull me off balance. My jeans slide down and I grip at it in one hand as we shuffle over to the couch. My belly surges forward a round, taut swell pushing my jeans open and down, to rest low on my hips. I'm the type that wears my pants pretty high, not liking the waistband around my hips and preferring my pants to go over my navel. That won't be possible now--at least, not until the glut of pizza and tea is digested.

I settle on the couch with a groan. Out of curiosity, I squirm, pulling my pants up and then trying, and failing to pull the two sides of my jeans closed around the round swell of my belly. I would have had better luck trying to cram the entire apartment complex into a lunchbox. No matter how much I pull or tug, there's a constant 3-4 inch gap between the two halves of my waistband and all I get for my efforts is an increased ache settling deep in my belly.

"Oooh…owww…" I moan helplessly, squirming on the couch as I try to find a position that relieves the strain in my belly.

Being on my back isn't very pleasant. The weight of my gut on top of me is uncomfortable. On top of that, I can't even recline properly. Trying to lean back at all results in a lightening-like cramp to shoot straight through the middle of my gut in a straight line from sternum to neathers. For a brief moment, I swear my gut split open like over-ripe fruit. I bring my knees up, propping my heels against the far arm-rest as I try to reduce the strain on my belly--if it hasn't already exploded. The tugging strain centering on my navel honestly makes me see white.

I try to shift onto my side, but even trying to angle my hips in either direction is enough to cause my belly to slosh sickeningly. I abandon the effort. Turning onto my right side, facing away from the couch-back runs the risk of the weight of my belly pulling me completely off of the couch. As ridiculously stuffed as it is, and with my luck, going in that direction means either hitting my tender tummy against the coffee table, or the floor--because I highly doubt my hands will be able to brace my fall enough to avoid the extra girth from making contact with the unforgiving hard surface that is our floor. Carpet just isn't a thing anymore, it seems, with every showing we went to having hardwood or tile or something in their living rooms. Trying to turn the other way, to face the couch-back is a non-starter either. For one, I'd have to shift outward for that and that runs the risk of further jostling my belly. Also, even just the minimal sloshing of turning over is likely to get me to throw up right now…and I don't want to clean partially-digested pizza from our couch. We'll never get the smell out.

Groaning, I put my knees up and resign myself to feeling like my poor belly is splitting open from sternum to navel.

"My, my--lemme feel. With all that groaning and moaning, you'd think you were lugging around cinderblocks or something." You mutter, hovering over my prone form. You pat at my knees, trying to get me to lower them enough to grant you access to your prize.

"Nnngh…n-no--Ah! Oww!" I exclaim, stubbornly keeping my knees up as I swat at you. "N-Nuh-uh…c-can't…d-don' make me…ooohh…m-my tummy…m-my belly…m-my belly feels like it's s-splitting open!" I whine, tears prickling my lashes as I finally voice the only complete thought that has been on my mind for the last three hours. I claw at my belly, both hands planted firmly on either side of the unfamiliar sphere of taut flesh at my core. My arms are just as tense as my legs. I've locked my arms in-place, refusing to budge for fear of my belly actually splitting open if I were to move my hands.

Huffing in frustration, you settle on the edge of the couch, next to my thighs, and begin to push your palms into whatever parts of my belly you can reach.

#tummy ache #belly stuffing #stuffed belly #tummy kink #tummy ache kink

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