#belly ache
I’m feeling
H o r n y
thinking of a scenario where your s/o had taken a bunch of laxatives or had just eaten a bunch of ice cream, and their belly is all nice and round. they lay on the bed rubbing their round belly as it starts to gurgle louder and louder, leading to long and hard growls. they moan after each growl.
you walk in and you can her their stomach growling loudly, so you go over to them and start rubbing it. you can feel all the growls and gurgles under your hand too.
you suddenly start to press and push on their stomach, earning deep churns and gurgles from their belly and moans from them. “d-don’t push too hard..” they say, but you don’t listen and you end up pushing harder, making their laxative/ice cream filled belly growl harder and louder..
*GRRRRGGGLLLRGGLLEEE*
they wince at the strong growl, and clutch their stomach. they blush hard as they see you stare at their struggling and grumbling belly.
Omg I did this it was the worst belly ache ever
This man said “I need some food, I’m hurty hungry” and idk why but that did somethin to me
Thinking about character who made air belly inflation to their max.. And it was trapped inside their gut. Just imagine them with tight round belly enormously bloated with air, sitting on the bed and moaning from pain loudly. They hold their belly and doubling in pain, crying desperately, but can’t get any relief..
Woooooow
Having bellyache after this. Guts still growling with air.
Wanna feed somebody with large amounts of beans, give them strong laxative and block with anal plug. Let them have upset belly with terrible gas which is not able to come out. I will put this person in my bed and rub their swollen belly with painful pressure. Than I will make them lay on me with their belly pressed to mine. We will lay while their poor swollen guts gurgling and cramping from trapped gas and laxative.
Thinking about restaurant for fetishist who like stomachache and diarrhea.
You can go to the restaurant and eat food combinations that make your belly upset. There is a big choise of laxatives, expired products and mild poison food. You can buy anal plug or diaper and hold diarrhea as long as you can and then poop yourself.
There is also a restroom attraction. You have to pass labyrinth to get in, or win battle royal with other people.
You can dance while holding your diarrhea, or go to the scene and sing. Other people will watch you while you desperately try not to poop yourself while singing or dancing.
Imagine you lying with him
I am thinking about how good it would be to have a cute person who I could feed with large amounts of laxatives and just hug them while their belly is bloating and churning painfully. Just press their very upset belly to my body and feeling the movement of diarrhea in the bowels
Hey guys! You know what!
I just made a belly inflation with water and air! It was my first experience! Here is an audio of gurgling in my guts and then releasing water and air. Loud bubbling, huge farts and a little burp near the end
So I found an enema bulb an decided to try it. I took about 0.75 litters of warm water using it. I barely could feel it in my guts but then I started to pump an air with the same bulb. Water and air become to gurgle very loud and my belly started to hurt. It became hard and bloated. Then I got up and ran to the bathroom. I had strong bellyache for about half a hour. I couldn’t release all water and air at one moment, so I was sitting on toilet with inflated achy belly, waiting for water and air to come out and making this video from audios that I recorded.
Hey guys! You know what!
I just made a belly inflation with water and air! It was my first experience! Here is an audio of gurgling in my guts and then releasing water and air. Loud bubbling, huge farts and a little burp near the end
I just wanna squeeze someones upset belly until they mess all bed with diarrhea
Some of the fun elements of someone suffering from a bellyache that don’t get enough attention
-Shallow breathing. Deep breaths inflate the lungs, which press down the stomach, which is very sore, or at least sensitive. Especially if the stomach is overstuffed, there’s less room. The stomach muscles are under a ton of pressure, and breathing just increases that pressure. The sufferer breathes more delicately - more the upper chest rising and falling, with shorter, shallower breaths. And sometimes they have to take a deeper breath, so you get that wince.
-Corrolary to above, the person exhaling harder, perhaps to get as much air out of their lungs and momentarily ease the pressure. Maybe their cheeks puff out with an exasperated ‘Pfffffuuuh.’ Bonus if it turns into a weary moan.
-Also, the Weariness. Assuming they’re not racked with spasms, then they’re just dealing with dull, steady pain and soreness. Enduring that over time saps your strength. The sufferer is too weary to try to adjust themselves, or keep expressing their discomfort; Slumped back and defeated, but not relaxed. Their stomach muscles are still trying to shift and process; their back may be tensed to ease the pressure off their overwhelmed abdominal muscles. Their expression is weary but not relaxed, because there’s no relief – just grimly staring around, as if monitoring their pain, wondering when it will go away.
-Maybe if the sufferer’s cheeks or chest are flushed. Maybe their skin is even a little shiny from a bit of perspiration from the strain.
Stuff you don’t think about, but it’s all part of the fun.“You’re a ghost,” Andrea said, fearfully.
“No. I am an undigested bit of beef,” she said majestically. “A fragment of underdone potato. Or, in this case, an excess of Sicilian food. There’s more gravy than of grave in me.”
Between his panic and the pain in his stomach, Andrea recognized that line.
“That’s from Dickens,” he said. “What are you, the Ghost of Christmas Past?”
“More like the Ghost of Tonight’s Repast,” she said. “Do you believe in Greek and Roman myths? You should, because you’re in one right now.”
He studied her closely for the first time. She was lovely, but her expression was severe. Her nose was sharp. Her eyes looked dark and tired. Her lips were drawn and tight. There was something of the disciplinarian to her.
“You look as bad as I feel,” he said, his stomach clenching up again.
“Well, yeah. I am a stomachache. Your stomachache.”
“You’re not going to hurt me?” Andrea asked.
“Oh, yes, I’m going to hurt. It’s kind of my job. But a little tummyache never killed anybody. We’ll have a fun night in.”
“No,” he said. “You’re staying here, or whatever, I’m going out to explore Sicily.”
“Ooh, not quite, buddy. Change of plans. Tonight you’re taking a tour of indigestion and tummy upset!” She grinned and patted him on the shoulder with a kind of mirth. “I don’t like moving around much.”
Andrea rooted through his suitcase and pulled out a small bottle. “Look, I’m not naive. Traveling around the Mediterranean, dining each evening, I came prepared for a little gas.” He shook out a few digestive tablets, and washed them down with a glass of ice water.
“That’s not going to do much,” said the demigoddess. “Your digestive muscles are stretched around a solid wall of seafood pasta, and it’s not going anywhere fast.”
“Yes, I know,” said Andrea, irritably. He hiccuped, and patted the area under his ribs. “But it’ll let me walk around.”
“C'mon, I got a better idea: Let’s stay here. You can stretch out on the couch, watch some television, maybe do some moaning, groaning, and regretting your life. It’ll be awesome.”
“Look, I admit, I don’t feel great. But we’re only on Sicily for one night and I’m not going to miss it because of a tummyache.” Andrea took out a loose shirt from his suitcase and slipped it on. He burped, and sighed.
This gave her an idea.
“Actually… since we’re together for awhile anyway… Why don’t I give you a tour, and introduce you to some of my friends?”
Next Part: https://stuffed-to-the-max.tumblr.com/post/170428411252/dantes-indigestion-part-3-nausea-heartburn
Part 1: https://stuffed-to-the-max.tumblr.com/post/170314724957/dantes-indigestion-part-1-a-stomachache
(Continued)
“Luckily,” piped up Alex, “there are things you can add for indigestion. Like ginger!”
She held up a bowl of dried ginger root, and dumped it into the mixing bowl. “Ginger is great for an upset tummy. It soothes your digestive muscles recover from bad food combinations.”
Next, Alex snapped the tab off of a soda can, turned her head and began gulping.
“Flat soda is great for a stomachache,” explained Martin, over Alex’s chugging. “Burping can release trapped gas, which ease the pressure on an overfull stomach.”
Alex tilted her head back and let loose with a long, low burp. It was the kind of belch you could almost imagine chipping paint off the walls.
“Oh, that helps,” she muttered quietly, rubbing her midsection. “More of that, please.”
Martin looked at the camera, stretched out his arm, and poured out a full can directly into the mix. Alex nodded, and poured in the remainder of her own soda also.
“Well, that should do,” said Alex, opening the oven. “Now, just pop that in at 400 degrees and let it bake.” She took a breath, lifted the bowl, and gently bent down to slide it into the oven.
“Aside from cake,” grimaced Martin, “you could also use the ginger to make ginger cookies or ginger snaps. You can nibble on those for an upset stomach.” He picked up a ginger snap from the counter and bit off a bit. Alex picked up a ginger cookie and spread some pink frosting on it. Martin looked over.
“I whipped up some Pepto Bismol frosting. Want some?” asked Alex. Martin shook his head. Alex shrugged and bit into the cookie, wiping frosting off of her lips.
“While you wait,” said Martin, “You could also brew up some peppermint tea or chamomile, and sip on it. Those are also excellent for soothing an upset tummy.”
Alex and Martin each picked up a steaming cup, and clinked them together grimly. They each took a sip, and sighed.
“Speaking of boiling water,” said Alex, “you could also fill up a hot water bottle. Hold it against your stomach and let the heat soothe your straining digestive muscles.”
“That’s what I do,” moaned Martin.
“Baking takes awhile, so here’s one I already prepared earlier,” said Alex. She set down her cup, and carefully lifted up a pan from under the counter.
The cake had been skillfully sculpted and decorated to resemble a large, pink stomach organ. It was made to look overly full and swollen, shaped like a giant kidney bean. It had red, jagged stretch marks across it in red jelly, and some cream was sticking out of the esophagus, to make it look totally full.
Martin looked down at it. “What is that? Pound cake? Cheesecake?”
“It’s a STOMACH-CAKE!” she laughed, “Geddit?”
Martin shook his head. “Wow. It looks exactly how my stomach feels. Gonna eat a slice?”
“Nope,” grinned Alex. “I’ve got enough stomachache in me, thank you.”
She turned to the camera. “Well, that’s it for today. Hope this helps. So until next time, I’m Alex-”
“I’m Martin-”
“-And we are NEVER eating AGAIN!” they said, emphatically.
They collapsed into their chairs in defeat as the credits rolled.
I’m stuffed full of potato and ice cream and fruit and chicken I’m bloated and burping like crazy and everything is hard to swallow yet all I want to do is fill my belly till I’m sick…tummy sloppy and aching and bulging in my hands forcing me to rub it nonstop to keep the nausea from bolting me to the bathroom floor (did I mention in this scenario I…or someone who knows I love to be sick bloated and fucked…have purposely served my tummy slightly expired and undercooked food…spoiled cheese and milk…full of oil and sugar to cover the slightly off taste of the old dairy…oil and sugar that’s now coating my insides in a thick soup—the kind you just can’t burp up…that crawls up your throat leaving a trail of queasy hiccups and gas).
I’m feeling dirty so I’m going to flesh this fantasy out ;)
The cake I made myself…the cake I ate myself…is made with (slightly) expired eggs and (slightly) expired cream and (slightly) expired flour with a side of (very) expired ice cream. Not only am I full of sugary goodness, all that old dairy has pushed my guts to their limits. The gurgles are crazy…I’m thankful I live alone because I may not remember to close the bathroom door; the way the cake sloshes and roars deep beneath my belly’s surface is beginning to turn that slightly uncomfortable full, bloated feeling into the far more alarming nauseous wave (and the even more alarming clench and swirl of my lower belly…the one that pushes my stomach out and makes a bathroom an immediate concern…the one that makes me so uncomfortable, I moan as soon as I sit on the toilet…letting as much mess out as I can…sometimes unsuccessful…).
As I watch tv, the slop of dessert refuses to leave—yet I begin to feel sicker and sicker. The room gets sticky and my tummy feels like it’s full of wet concrete. I’m on my side, knees pulled into my lower belly, protecting what my hands cannot as they wrap around the stretched out mass. I swear my belly has never been this big. The expired concoction has forced my guts to bloat to mass capacity…if I can’t get it out, my body was going to make the space…the sick, sick, nauseous space.
I move myself to the bathroom in preparation for the beginning of my painful night (I bring the contents of my top drawer along…not all the moans tonight will be moans of pain). I spend the night and the next day in agony over my messy tummy…you fill in the rest.
Our Christmas Eve was spent snacking consistently and my tummy aches and is starting to bloat low and deep
I went from starving to nauseous burps and an achy tummy in one piece of cheese
Update: I actually have a belly ache I can’t even rub it—rubbing my belly makes me feel sick (on the plus side I’m hard and basically begging for friction from my thighs and I can’t stop rubbing my hand against the outer fabric of my pjs…I’m alone for hours with nothing to do and my vibrator is charging)
I threw up 3 times but my tummy is still so bloated :( I have a headache now too, and I’m gonna have to shit my brains out later (hence the bloat). But on the bright side, I’m getting so hard I’ve started mindlessly bucking my hips with my legs crossed in the middle of writing because I’m so horny. I’m so sick from the laxatives and all I want is someone here to listen to me moan and rub their hands firmly over my belly to distract me from wanting to throw up for a fourth time…
Just another shot of my bloated ball belly (y’all are getting spammed cause I almost have 1,000 followers and also I’m on break from school). Btw this belly is solid, moaning, and hurts so bad :(
With just a belly/stomach ache kink? Looking for more blogs to follow that focus more on the pain/hurt-comfort aspect and less on feederism/emeto/scat part. headcanons, descriptions, pictures,… whatever really!
Like this post if that’s you!!
chugged 2 pints of milk this morning, didn’t feel anything at first, but throughout the day my stomach started gurgling more and more and now i’ve just had pasta for dinner and i’ve got such a bad belly ache…it’s angry, gurgling, and i’m having some cramps as well….someone please comfort my tummy
my stomach is hurting so much right now….had a lot of pasta and then just kept snacking afterwards, had an entire bag of doritos… my poor belly is so bloated and painful and i’m having cramps, ow. just wish someone could rub my aching belly for me :(
Belly ache
what do you think? (*´˘`*)♡
a little cute filled tummy ✧･ﾟ:*( ͡ꈍ ͜ʖ̫ ͡ꈍ )*:･ﾟ✧
Today I met a friend in a cafe, when we finished eating and got up from the table, he said, “Oh, your stomach is so rounded” and stroked my belly filled to the brim, I was so embarrassed. (-“-;)
And I decided to take some photos for you✧･ﾟ:*( ͡ꈍ ͜ʖ̫ ͡ꈍ )*:･ﾟ✧
The elastic band of the pants is uncomfortable (•ˋ _ ˊ•)
my stomach was pulling my pajamas so tight that the pattern on it was distorted (≧∇≦)/
After I stuffed myself, my underpants started to put pressure on me (≧∇≦)/
If you saw how on the food court I stuff a giant round belly, like a huge ball, and do not stop, my belly is already on my hips and it throbs with its fullness, slightly moving the table. I try to reach the leftover food, but I miss it because of the tight stomach. Buttons on jeans have long burst, and a perfectly fitted blouse does not even cover half of the belly. I massage my stomach and moan. What would you do if you saw a picture like this? ✪ ω ✪
my tummy is so swollen, it stretches my blouse so much(ᗒᗩᗕ)
If you’d noticed me jogging with this swollen huge belly. What would you think? ( ͡°³ ͡°)
if you saw me at a party with this bloated belly, what would you think?(˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)
