Belly check
I am now on day 7 of constipation.
My lower belly is so tight and heavy but now I'm starting to feel the urge to go. I'm holding it as long as possible so when I do go, it'll be easier
My tummy is bubbly and super active/vocal right now
Here's what my belly looks like rn:
Here's an update of what's in my tummy right now.
3 steaks
1 pot of mashed potato
15 cups of coffee
1 bag of frozen berries
One bowl of Alfredo's pasta
10 cups of tea
12 bags of popcorn
2 cake shakes
1 bottle of sprite
2 bottles of cola
Half a bannana
10 mentos
15 laxatives
2 cups of cooking oil
5 big macs
2 large chips
3 milkshakes (drank another one successfully)
3 bags of sugar free gummies
2 fibre one bars
One bottle of prune juice
3 teaspoons of castor oil
42 notes
·
View notes
Very NSFW below the cut
This literally just happened lol
So I was taking a shower after work and I was getting myself off as I often do when I take a shower, I had my suction vibrator on and I suddenly started getting these little waves of nausea
But every time I'd feel one of those little waves the vibrator felt just that much *better.* So I started focusing on the nausea more.
I started burping and gagged a little all the while I'm getting super turned on. My stomach is groaning and my legs are trembling and I'm feeling sicker but I just feel so good I can't stop.
At this point I'm so fucking close to puking and c*mming and I just can't hold back anymore. I only threw up a little but it was enough to push me over the edge.
That was the best *rgasm I've had in a long fucking time. And hey my stomach feels better now.
43 notes
·
View notes
Causing Chaos in My Belly
This one is based on a true story from a years back. Go easy on me please, this is my first one so I'm still getting used to the tags 🥺.
I had traveled all day to see my long-distance boyfriend and the first thing we did was have a little fun. I hadn’t eaten anything but a Starbucks coffee all day, and after swallowing a couple of his loads, we realized that eating cum on an empty stomach was a very bad idea.
And now for my first sickfic! As a reminder, this is a (partial) work of fiction. All characters mentioned are fully consenting adults.
CW: Mentions of sex
It had been four months since I had last seen my boyfriend. At the time, we went to schools on completely opposite sides of the country, but we were determined to make it work, even if that meant I had to spend 14 hours bouncing from airport to airport on cheap flights to see him.
Anxious about accidently missing a flight, I decided to skip breakfast and lunch to make sure I was seated at my gate when it was time to board my next plane. I made the rookie mistake of not packing my own snacks, so the smell of greasy fried food from the fast-food kiosks in the. terminal teased and tortured me. All day, I caught whiffs of cheesy burgers, chicken nuggets and golden brown French fries that made my stomach growl underneath my university hoodie.
It started out as polite, courtesy growls at first, gently vibrating against my skin, but as time progressed, grew into aggressive crampy growls that other passengers could hear. It was so loud that on my last plane, my middle seat mate overheard my stomach complaining and offered a Tums to “soothe my motion sickness”. I politely declined, embarrassed that I had let my hunger grow so out of control that others thought I was sick. For the rest of the two-hour flight, I kept my arms wrapped around my midsection to, hopefully, dull the growls.
I couldn’t have been more happy to land but my journey still had a one hour bus ride that stood between me and dinner…I mean, my boyfriend. I had gotten a bit lightheaded from the lack of food and fell asleep on the bus so I woke up to pulling in front of his University’s hotel, where he and several other students were waiting for us passengers. After giving me an embarrassingly passionate kiss, he lifted my bag onto his shoulder and took my hand into his free one, leading me into the little hotel.
We could barely wait to get checked in and up the elevator before we were desperately wrapped around each other, clumsily fumbling into our rented paradise for the weekend. But my stomach would not be ignored.
All the way up the elevator. My belly protested its forced fast. “You wanna eat first?” my boyfriend asked while playfully nibbling on my ear. But before I could respond, another deep growl emanated from the depths of my stomach. “No,” I moaned as I gave into the sensation, “I can wait.” Another GGGGRRRR-uuuuuurl erupted with a cramp that wrapped around my middle, bouncing off the metal walls of the elevator. “Are you sure?” he said wrapping his arms around me and sliding his hands underneath my hoodie to meet the soft skin on my belly. He traced small circles around my navel. I shuttered under his touch, “I’m sure, I just need you right now.” He gave a satisfying hum, then pulled me out of the elevator to find our room.
There we spent another around making up for lost time. We found ourselves tangled in the hotel sheets, with my stomach still making its displeasure known but now, something felt a little different. Our first session had ended rather quickly with him finishing in my mouth, so I egerly swallowed and let him get ready for the second my going down on me. After I had finished and thoroughly soaked the towel we had handy, he was ready for the second round but somewhere toward the end of me riding his face, the sounds my stomach was making changed.
What was desperate growls before had transitioned to rolling grumbles. Maybe my stomach would finally give me some peace, I thought, but I did not know that was just the beginning. Everytime my my body moved, my stomach let out these odd cries, first airy, as if I was filled with gas, then they started to sound wet and squelchy. When I asked to get on top from being on my back, it felt like my stomach flipped with the position change. I loud, Gwoooooorlp sound came from my belly making both us stop cold. “Uh oh,” my boyfriend said panting, “That didn’t sound too good. Are you certain you don’t want to stop and get a snack or something? It doesn’t have to be a meal yet.” I shook my head and lowered myself down onto his cock. I wanted to make him again, I wanted to cum again and then we could eat.
Though my belly was virtually empty, things felt like they were starting to move inside. As I bounced on top of him, whatever stomach acid and cum were mixing together and my stomach was not happy about it, in fact, it was starting to feel really upset. After a few minutes of up and down, my stomach twisted and all of a sudden, my eyes got wide and I put a fist to my mouth. But I was too late, I burped a deep, guttural burp almost directly into his face. “Oh my god, I am so sorry,” I apologized profusely while my stomach still churned. He laughed and said my it smelt like his cum, to which we both laughed. “My tummy feels a little funny now. I think I will need that snack,” I admitted shyly. He tried to hide the I-told-you-so look on his face, sat up and kissed me, “Wanna go get one now? We can finish later?” “Mmm, are you close? I was just before I burped in your face,” I said to him. He nodded vigorously, “I was trying not to cum so you could finish. If you want me to, I can, then we can go feed that hungry tummy of yours.”
About five minutes later, I came on top then instructed him to stand by the edge of the bed so he could finish on my tongue again, just like he likes. This meant that I had to lay at the edge of the bed on my stomach facing him. With my stomach pressed into the mattress I could really feel all the activity going on in there. Convinced it was hunger, I chose to ignore it and focus on pleasing him but just like before, I felt an unsettling grumble flip my belly and I could feel the air traveling up my esophagus. I tried to pull off his dick, but I wasn’t fast enough. “I’m gonna cum,” he said just as my throat opened and a massive, gurgling wet burp came up onto his cock. He moaned and shot his load into my throat. I swallowed instinctively as I tried to recover from the shock. “Fuck,” he said after the initial orgasm subsided, “That felt amazing.”
I felt the second load go down warm and thick, getting caught at the top of my stomach before splashing in the gas, acid and other load already down there. Then, all hell broke loose. My belly began making these terrible, sickly thick gurgles as it tried to process something that was not food. I started to feel a little shaky so I sat up on the edge of the bed and put my hand to my stomach. “Uh, hey babe. Are you okay? You don’t look so good…” my boyfriend asked still sounding dazed from his orgasm. My stomach gurgled loudly and cramped, making me wince and lurch forward. “Oh that didn’t sound good either baby. Does you tummy hurt?” he asked, now fully concerned. He sat on the bed and put his hand over my hand that was rubbing my churning belly. I stifled another little burp between closed lips. “I think so. I don’t know what happened, I was fine and then…ow ow ow,” I cried as another cramp ripped though my belly.
My boyfriend’s face turned completely white and he looked like he was starting to panic. “Was it something you ate? What did you have today?” He got up and grabbed a water bottle, unscrewing the top and handing it to me. “I had a caramel macchiato,” I burped into my fist helplessly. My stomach felt so sick. My head started to spin and the burps were coming more frequently. “And what else?” I shrugged. “You only had coffee? How long ago?” he asked.
My stomach gurgled again and I moaned as I sucked down gulps of water. “Like 6:30 this morning,” I replied. I felt some of the water travel back up as I burped again. “That was 14 hours ago! You needed to eat! Why didn’t you eat?” he asked rubbing my tummy for me as I leaned back onto the bed. “I didn’t want to miss my flights to come see you,” I moaned as he worked my belly in clockwise circles. “Come on,” he said with a little chuckle, “You need to take care of yourself. I love seeing you, but I don’t want to make yourself sick over trying to come see me. Besides, I think I read somewhere that cum on an empty stomach can cause belly aches.”
When he said that, my belly rebelled and burst into liquidly churns right under his hand. I burped another dangerously wet belch into my hand. “And you took two big loads like a champ. I’m sure that’s what’s causing all this chaos in your belly.” I laughed in between moans. Even through something like this, he could make me smile. “Still,” I said, “I like feeling your cum gurgling and churning deep inside me. Even if I feel like I am about to puke because of it.” At that, he leaned forward and kissed my forehead, “Even if you do, I will be right there with you. Now come on, let’s get some dinner before you really turn green.” I gave one last wet gurgling burp before agreeing to finally eat something other than his cum for dinner.
70 notes
·
View notes
Imagine A and B at a dinner party but A has been constipated for a week so while A eats another meal to their already stuffed guts, B is handing them laxative after laxative in an attempt to force their belly to empty.
Imagine A sitting there squirming as they try to hide their horribly upset tummy and the effects the constipation is having on their digestive system.
Imagine B making it worse by teasing A quietly. Not enough that anyone else hears but loud enough that A can't ignore it and that they turn bright red.
Imagine A squirming in place as they try in vain to hold in their churning and bubbling guts.
Imagine B telling A that they aren't allowed to use the bathroom until after they leave the party. And A obeying because they want to be good.
Imagine A squirming in place as they try in vain to hold in their churning and bubbling guts and their gas.
Imagine B slowly rubbing A's upset tummy. B's words challenging A to hold it all in while B's slow and gentle rubs challenge A to let it all out.
Imagine A loosing control and letting out 6 days of backed up meals in their seat.
Imagine B telling A that they did so good and taking them to the car, showing off their bloated tummy and their failed attempt at holding it all in.
Imagine A pretending that they hate it but not-so-secretely loving it
Fuck, I think that's as far as I'm getting. Anyone wanna add on?
39 notes
·
View notes
BIG BLOATED GURGLY STOMACH FOR EVERYONE TO SEE!! 🤗😋
Wish you could hear it through. I have to buy new microphone but I'm broke now 😭
I'll describe the sounds and feeling as well as I can 😌
Today I ate some fish and big BIG plate of delicious pasta which is now making itself comfortable in my stomach. Also I'm chewing a gum which I noticed is making me even more bloated. When I lay in certain position, my intestines are going literally crazy. The air and food is shifting and rolling around. And it's making very loud gurgles.
On the other hand, my upper stomach area is making those deep rumblings that vibrate through my hand. It's working really hard on that pasta.
And now, my lower stomach gurgles are surprisingly watery. I can hear loud and quick churns.
Every part of my small intestine is so bubbly. When I push my hand on it, it's getting even louder. The air and food moving inside. It's one of the best fellings in the world.
Maybe I should swallow some air? I love inflations. When I reach my limits I could take another picture of my belly and compare, how big it got. Yeah, I'll do it. See you soon 😌🤗
66 notes
·
View notes