Elle has a history of trouble with boats. Ever since she was a little girl living in Queensland, she’s gotten terribly seasick. She used to think she’d get used to it eventually, living on the coast and all, but she’s never gotten her sea legs. As a result, she tries to avoid sailing at all costs, which can sometimes be difficult considering where she lives. Tasmania is an island, and her apartment in Hobart isn’t far from the ocean. She can find a boat almost everywhere she goes in the city. Avoiding ships isn’t exactly an easy feat when you’re surrounded by the sea.
Despite knowing how her body reacts to being on the water, Elle purchased two tickets for a river tour as a present for her girlfriend. When she told Jade about her plan, her girlfriend was reasonably concerned, but Elle reassured her that everything would be fine.
“River boats are slow,” she said, “and I’ll take Dramamine.”
Now they’re here, on the bottom floor of the double-decker boat, gliding down a green river surrounded by trees and beautiful mountains… but Elle can’t enjoy even a second of it because she was wrong. River boats don’t move slow, and she’s nauseous as hell. She’s broken out in a sweat, and her brown bangs are plastered to her sticky temple. She’s tugged off her denim jacket to drape it over the back of her wheelchair—the last thing she wants is to get a gross stain on her favorite article of clothing.
Jade is standing behind her, rubbing her back gently. “How are you feeling?”
Elle bites the inside of her bottom lip. “Not very good.”
“Do you want some water? I know you took motion sickness medication earlier, but I packed Pepto-Bismol too,” Jade says, already digging through her backpack.
“Some water might help,” Elle admits. She’s gripping the arms of her wheelchair with white knuckles, breathing carefully through her nose. She does not want to throw up on this ship. There’s a bucket sitting in her lap, courtesy the helpful steward, but she’d rather not have to use it. They’ve isolated themselves from the rest of the group, sheltered in the handicapped section by the engines where they can’t hear the tour guide. At least if she does vomit, they’re far enough away where they can throw the contents overboard without unwanted attention.
Jade hands her a water bottle, and Elle sips slowly. Her girlfriend leans against the railing beside her, running one hand through her hair soothingly. The wind blows a light mist over them from the waves every couple minutes, and Elle welcomes the distraction. Anything to keep her mind off her stomach.
“We shouldn’t have come,” Jade murmurs, looking past her toward the verdant hills.
Elle frowns guiltily. “I thought for sure I’d be fine. I mean, I’ve never been on a river before.”
Her girlfriend’s fingers gently scratch her scalp. “Don’t feel bad, Elle, I’m not mad at you or anything. I’m just sorry you’re sick.”
“It’s not that bad,” she insists, trying to put on a convincing smile. “Honest. Don’t worry about me, just try to enjoy the ride.”
Jade doesn’t look like she believes her, and Elle deflates a little. She should’ve known better than to try and fool her. They’ve been together for too long for her girlfriend to fall for any sort of deceit.
“We’ve still got a couple hours to go,” Jade warns, setting her pack down by her feet on the deck. “You sure you can handle it?”
Elle forces a grin, but she’s sure it comes out more like a grimace. “Is that a challenge?”
Jade rolls her eyes, but there’s a hint of smile on her lips. “No, it’s definitely not. You think I wanna clean up after you?”
“You won’t have to. I can take care of myself,” she replies. Jade squeezes her shoulder.
“I know you can, baby,” she says softly, “Just hang in there.”
Elle nods, but at this point even small movements make her world spin. She’s acutely aware of the rocking of the boat and the instability underneath her. She’s put her wheelchair into park, but it still inches back and forward a bit. Closing her eyes, Elle tries to focus. She just needs to power through the pain. Her stomach churns like a washing machine on the highest possible setting, and saliva fills her mouth. Tentatively, she takes another drink of water.
“Maybe Pepto-Bismol will help,” she finally says, opening her eyes and glancing over at Jade. “It might lessen the nausea at least?”
“Sure, babe.” Jade opens her pack and rips open the pill packet without hesitation, placing the pink tablets in Elle’s open palm.
It’s at this precise moment that Elle’s gut twists in that damning way. She drops the pills and clutches her bucket with both hands, doubling over and puking. It burns even though it’s mostly water, tears springing to her eyes. Jade pats her back, and Elle has never been more grateful that she tied her hair back in a ponytail that morning. She retches for longer than she’s comfortable with, but, eventually it ends. Sitting back up, she wipes her mouth with her forearm, and Jade takes the bucket from her lap, swiftly dumping the contents over the edge.
“Feel better?” she asks.
Elle frowns. “Not really. Still dizzy, but I don’t think I’m gonna be sick again.”
Jade offers a consoling smile. “That’s good, right? Here, I packed some breath mints.”
Elle gives her the side-eye as she retrieves the items from her bag. “You knew this was gonna happen, didn’t you? Before we left?”
Jade shrugs. “It’s better to always be prepared.”
Elle pops several mints onto her tongue and tries to eradicate the nasty, acidic taste of her stomach’s contents from her mouth. “Well, I guess I’m lucky to have you here.”
Jade playfully punches her shoulder. “You just figured that out now?”
“Shut up,” she laughs, still amused despite how shitty she feels. “You’re lucky I don’t try and kiss you right now.”
Jade snorts, throwing her head back. The breeze ruffles her blonde hair, and Elle watches her with a smile. Maybe the trip hasn’t been a total bust.
Endometriosis—the struggle is real. Killer cramps are NOT normal. Periods that last longer than 7 days are NOT normal. Heavy bleeding that soaks through a tampon every 2 hours is NOT normal; pain during sex is NOT normal. Bouts of diarrhea and vomiting that accompany every menstrual cycle are NOT normal. No, no, and no! For many people, this reality is just endometriosis at work.
Sad truth: Many of us are taught to downplay these symptoms. Our pain is diminished by parents, siblings, friends and even health care professionals who convince us that everyone goes through this.
Maybe that is why, according to the Endometriosis Foundation of America, it takes 10 years on average to receive an accurate endometriosis diagnosis. That’s a decade, people! That’s 130 periods of agony, 912 days of someone asking you to take Advil and suck it up. That…is not okay.
Endometriosis is pervasive. It affects 1 in 20 Americans of reproductive age and an estimated 176 million people worldwide. It occurs when tissue similar to the endometrium (the lining of the uterus) is found outside the uterus on other parts of the body.
There are lots of symptoms that can vary among patients. Pelvic pain is most common, as well as pain that coincides with menstruation. Other symptoms include heavy cramps, long-lasting bleeding, nausea or vomiting, pain during sex and, unfortunately, infertility. Some people may even experience symptoms throughout their entire cycle—a real drag.
In addition to these physical symptoms, endometriosis takes a toll on someone’s personal and professional life. Chronic pain can severely affect quality of life day-to-day; medical care can be extremely costly. Furthermore, absenteeism can alter relationships in the workplace and at home.
Despite the intense discomfort, many people do not realize they have endometriosis until they try to get pregnant. And because the disease tends to get progressively worse over time, approximately 30-40% of people who have endometriosis experience fertility challenges.
There is no simple diagnostic test for endometriosis—no blood, urine, or saliva testing can confirm the condition. The only way to verify endometriosis is to undergo a diagnostic laparoscopy with pathology confirmation of biopsy specimens.
On the bright side, many endometriosis symptoms— including infertility—can be addressed after diagnosis. The gold standard for endometriosis treatment is laparoscopic excision surgery. This involves a careful removal of the entire endometrial lesion from wherever it grows.
The first step to getting there is recognizing that your pain is not normal and seeking timely intervention. The earlier endometriosis is detected and treated, the better the results. Tracking your symptoms will make you better informed for your next doctor’s visit, and set you on a path to better (and less painful!) menstrual health.
This is SO IMPORTANT. It took me 23 years of horrific periods and masking the condition with nearly every hormonal birth control under the sun, tens of doctors dismissing me and telling me to go away and take the pill, and my own mother on my second ever period (as I screamed and cried) telling me ‘it’s just like this for our family, it’ll go away when you have a baby’ (I was NINE years old), before I shouted NO MORE and finally got to see a gynecologist. One of my periods (off birth control) was so horrendous that I vomited bile in the street after being kicked off a bus for being ill (I think they thought I was either ON drugs, or withdrawing) - that was after being sent home from work for being 'clearly contagious’. Many a period have made me actually pass out, let alone the week leading up to them where my colon painfully freaks out. There are many more symptoms I experience but they are mostly covered in the original post. If any of this sounds familiar, demand to see a gynecologist. It is NOT okay to live like this, and regardless of how many other women you listen to talking about their painful periods, yours are far worse, please don’t try to downplay your own experience and think that what you go through is what they’re talking about; it’s not. Even if female GPs have told you some women are just 'unlucky’ or however else they like to brush it off, please don’t take that as an answer. You deserve that referral to a gynecologist to get checked out and get a proper line of care.
After experiencing three days of dumping syndrome coupled with cramping, severe stomach pain, nausea, and vomiting, I ended up going to the ER last night. The clincher was when I couldn’t hold down water (three sips spaced out over fifteen minutes) without retching it back up. I knew if I didn’t go, I’d just get more dehydrated, which is dangerous for anyone but moreso for me now that I can’t take in fluids as quickly as a normal person.
They did a bunch of tests and determined I don’t have a stricture, a small bowel obstruction, or an ileus. They also ruled out affarent loop syndrome, which imo sounds closest to describing what was actually happening but I am also glad I apparently do not have it because it requires surgery to fix. I was on IV fluids and anti nausea meds for most of the time I was there. This morning, they decided they didn’t need to admit me for surgery, and gave me some sugar free jello to see if I can tolerate clear fluids without throwing up. I could, so I came home with a prescription for prn anti nausea meds.
I’m on clear fluids only today and tomorrow before I am going to start slowly reincorporating protein into my diet. I am concerned that they found no reason why this happened but I know I can go back again if I need to, so that’s something.
“Yo! Time for the stream!” Raihan boasted eagerly from a grassy field far away from any nearby pedestrians or eye witnesses. He did his trademark devil fingers pose for his floating camera and grinned toothily. It was recording him live. “So! We did the poll and by a few thousand more votes than any other soddin’ option we had up, y'all chose the milk challenge! So that’s where my afternoon’s goin’!”
Raihan stepped back to show off a nice cold gallon of milk and scratched the back of his neck.
“I’m kinda nervous, not gonna lie. Never done this challenge before. But I didn’t puke after that banana and sprite challenge and I don’t think I’ll puke here either. ‘Cuz lemme tell ya, mates! Unlike Leon I’ve got an iron belly!” Raihan raised up his hoodie and showed off his toned flat stomach which he slapped cockily.
But Raihan knew how to please his viewers so he kept his hoodie pulled up and let his floating cellphone film his stomach in an orbital shot that got coverage of his dark skinned tummy from every angle. He slowly rubbed his stomach up and down and gave it a few more pats of self-confidence.
“Yep. I got this…” Raihan assured himself and tugged his hoodie back over his tummy.
He unscrewed the cap to his heavy gallon of rich creamy milk and took a breath to amp himself up. Then Raihan brought the gallon to his lips and chugged.
His throat rippled with loud thick gulps sending large quantities of ice cold milk flowing down his throat all at once.
Damn it was cold.
Raihan squinted and tried to fight past how chilly he felt. All that freezing milk getting drunk down at once gave him goosebumps. But it wasn’t enough to stop him.
He pulled the bottle away and took a quick breath then brought it back to his lips to chug some more. But his breather was very short lived. Raihan was determined to beat this challenge and didn’t want to let his brain fully register how heavy all this milk was feeling.
But still cold and thick wasn’t a winning combination.
He downed a good amount of it and then stopped to properly catch his breath.
Raihan panted and huffed then shivered. “Brr…it’s freezing…!” he complained. He lifted the gallon back up but paused to give a thick closed mouth burp that puffed his cheeks. Raihan blew the dairy-scented gas aside then resumed his chug. His eyes clenched shut while his throat was hard at work slugging down way too much milk.
Each swig was almost painfully thick when it rippled down his gullet. Part of Raihan wished he could take in smaller gulps but he knew that with milk like with the banana and sprite challenge it was best to get it all down as fast as possible and not give his tummy enough time to get volatile. Not on camera at least.
The more milk Raihan chugged in front of his feed the more his tummy stuck out. Even his oversized dragon-themed hoodie was starting to tighten around his stomach as it pushed out more from his heavy drink. But Raihan kept chugging away.
Raihan got a good ways in but pulled away again. After gulping down what was currently in his mouth he huffed exhaustedly and burped wetly. He took a breath looking uncomfortable. But then Raihan dropped his free hand onto his belly and let out a painfully loud burp. It echoed out of him so hard his eyes widened with surprise.
“Whew! Heh! Blood hell…URP!” Raihan laughed wearily as he patted his belly and burped again. He tried to resume his chug but had to pause to give another closed mouth burp and another one after that.
Dairy always made him really gassy.
Raihan eventually continued downing his milk gallon. Each gulp he gave was thick and noisy but left him looking strained. All that milk was weighing heavily in his tummy and leaving it increasingly more bloated the more he chugged. Raihan slid his hand under his hoodie and started rubbing his belly while he chugged exposing it to the camera to show off the way it was expanding the more milk filled him up.
He was chugging so hard that some milk dribbled messily down his chin and spilled onto his hoodie. After getting enough milk down he wiped his mouth and put the gallon down. With his mouth still full of milk he wiped his hoodie clean and proceeded to take it off. He carelessly tossed it aside and left himself shirtless in the middle of that field which really extenuated how bloated he was from all the milk.
After swallowing his latest mouthful Raihan huffed and dropped both hands down on his belly to let loose a huge burp. It was so big that it left him huffing after and rubbing his curved out tummy up and down until another longer burp rolled out of him for six seconds straight. “Unf…fuckin’ hell…” Raihan gasped out while he rubbed then turned so he was standing at profile to show off how far his belly was sticking out. “MMMRRrrrhp…lookit this thing, mates. Bloody wild…” Raihan murmured while running his hands up and down his rounded tummy. He gave it a few pats which the camera picked up on perfectly. Then Raihan gave another big raunchy burp and another deep one right after that.
He reached down to pick up the gallon making all the milk in his tummy slosh heavily. But then Raihan stopped and put a hand on his bloated stomach.
“Ungh…fuck there’s a big one in there…” he complained.
Raihan put the gallon back down and clutched his knees while he hunched over and looked like he was bracing himself. A few seconds of this tension passed. It looked like Raihan was about to be sick for a moment there.
But then Raihan stood up straight and grabbed his heavy belly with both hands and let out the biggest burp he’d ever released. It was like a roar that just grew louder and nastier when it rumbled up his throat for close to seven straight seconds.
Raihan’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he moaned with almost erotic relief.
“Ffffuuuuuuck…!” he gasped out and sighed heavenly. “Haaaah…did'ja hear that one, mates?? Think I felt that in my bloody toes! Whew!”
With enough relief given Raihan felt comfortable enough to grab his gallon again and resume the challenge.
He downed more milk while his tummy continued ballooning out and looking really bottom heavy from the way all that milk was sitting inside of his tummy.
When Raihan pulled his lips away he only paused to huff and let out a deep burp and then resumed drinking more.
His stomach was bulging out by more than a foot and was weighing his shorts down. It was also starting to gurgle really noisily. In fact Raihan’s belly churned so painfully loud that he cringed nauseously even in the middle of drinking more milk.
When he pulled away another throaty burp rolled out of Raihan and left him panting and drooling a little while he paused to rub his belly with one hand. While he rubbed Raihan let out a few more burps but they were starting to get wet and a little nasty sounding especially the way the last one gurgled enough to make Raihan cover his mouth after.
His body shivered with the chills. Both from the cold milk and from the wave of nausea splashing inside of his heavy tummy. Raihan felt miserable. His face went a touch green. He was definitely reaching his limits.
The young bloated viral sensation downed more milk and had to quickly pull away to pant heavily. His labored breathing made his round stomach expand and shrink in with audible bubbling erupting from inside of him loud enough for the camera to pick up with its mic. When he tried downing more milk he had to pull away even faster.
Raihan winced and held a fist to his mouth in time to give a really chunky closed mouth burp. More than gas was threatening to rise up his throat at that point.
But Raihan kept at it. He worked his way through the gallon one quick chug at a time since his esophagus refused to stay open long enough to let him chug for extended periods of time like before. It was a long painful process but eventually he managed to finish every last drop of his gallon.
Raihan panted breathlessly and flipped the gallon over to show it was empty then he tossed it aside as he pumped his fist in the air.
“Haaah…dooOOOOOOoOoOoone!!!” Raihan loudly burped the word 'done’ out and slapped his belly to let out another gigantic burp. It jiggled because of how utterly bloated with liquid it was. He was definitely going to regret that slap with how much everything in his belly sloshed. Raihan huffed and kept his hands on his round tummy while it gurgled noisily. “God do you guys hear that…?”
The camera floated right up against Raihan’s tummy while he sucked it in and out which made everything slosh even more heavily inside of his stomach for the camera and feed to hear. Of course all that intentional sloshing was stirring up more gas which Raihan quickly burped out.
Raihan huffed and held his knees again while his belly hung low with how bloated he was even swaying slightly from all the milk. The camera floated back to catch him trying not to puke. He held up a finger and when it passed he sighed and stood up straight enough to give a sort of confident grin.
“…Alright mates. Challenge won! H-heh…gimme a harder one next time yeah?” Raihan feigned confidence and stood up straight. His hand slowly ran up and down the round crest of his bulging tummy. The camera once again circled around close to get a good glimpse at the sheer extent the milk caused his stomach to expand out.
Then he stood at profile rubbing his bulging belly so the camera got a nice clean shot of that. As he stood there rubbing it Raihan’s stomach churned so hard that it actually made his skin ripple a little. Immediately Raihan’s eyes widened and he clamped his mouth shut worried he was about to puke on camera. When it passed he once again put on his cocky grin which wasn’t helping to mask his increasing nausea.
“A-Anyway if you have any more challenges ya want me to do shoot 'em off in the comments and don’t forget to…” Raihan’s face tightened as he put a hand on his belly and promptly burped the end of his sentence out. “…LLLLIIIIIIKE…aaAAAandsubscriiIIIIIIIBE!!!!! BBBBRRRMMMRRRUUUUUUUUUUUHP!!!!” The end of subscribe turned into a closed mouth burp that he just couldn’t hold in and let out as a really long raunchy burp to close the video on. That wasn’t intentional either. He just really couldn’t hold it in.
The camera immediately turned itself off on that note and Raihan very quickly lost his attempt at a cool composure when he grasped at his knees and slumped over panting and drooling heavily.
“…Ohh fuck me…” he groaned out miserably and palmed his heavy belly which hung lower from all the milk. It churned noisily which made Raihan’s face go even greener. Raihan desperately tried to massage it but it was just too full of dairy to matter. Nothing was going to settle his heavy tummy.
Especially not when his belly gave another terribly loud belly rippling gurgle.
Raihan clamped his eyes shut and groaned miserably while he cupped his unbearably heavy tummy with one hand and kept his other hand grasped at his knee for balance and support.
A really gross sounding burp exited his mouth. It was far too wet to be relieving. There was so much weight in his belly sloshing around all at once that Raihan just desperately needed to burp. He leaned forward and grabbed his knees while his tummy hung low and swayed a little. Raihan brought a fist to his mouth and gave a really chunky and gross closed mouth burp that left him spitting on the grass. He looked like he was trying to burp again but was struggling to get it up right without bringing up more than he intended.
Raihan huffed and gave his tummy a few pats. A choked burp left his mouth but when he tried again he managed to push out a loud deep burp. All throughout the challenge Raihan had been burping nonstop and ridding his tummy of any extra gas he felt in the hopes that the lack of pressure would keep him from feeling too nauseous.
That was a futile effort. Because when Raihan tried to make himself burp again it was unfortunately too forceful. Halfway into it Raihan’s throat hitched and a stream of thick chunky vomit spewed out of his mouth and onto the grass. Raihan violently vomited up milky white bile splattering disgustingly all over the grass.
He was drooling profusely afterwards and groaning weakly. Another loud burp echoed out of his mouth and with it another nasty wave of sick. Raihan spent the next moment painfully expelling the contents of his tummy out onto the grass. His bloated belly looked to deflate a little with the nasty expulsion of its contents.
Raihan threw up more and more milk and bile. It hurt immensely because he was throwing up especially thick loads of sick like his stomach was rejecting every ounce of milk he chugged all at once. Raihan teared up and gasped heavily while tummy gurgled nastily. He tried to rub his belly and settle it down but that did nothing to help him. A large burp escaped his mouth and with it came another stream of more watery vomit. He continued throwing up until his tummy was considerably smaller looking like a smaller bump in his belly than before.
After it finally felt like his stomach was done being angry at him Raihan stumbled back and gasped desperately. He spat onto the ground and moaned while his hands wrapped around his painfully churning tummy.
“Unnnf…oh god…” he moaned tearfully while holding his aching tummy in both hands. Raihan wiped his mouth clean with his forearm and ran his hands up and down his pained belly.
It was the banana and sprite challenge all over again. Fortunately just like that one there was no evidence to show he lost. He wasn’t going to let his viewers down like that.
He grabbed his hoodie and slung it over his shoulder while walking back home. Not thirty feet later Raihan stopped walking and put a hand on his bare belly. He held it there in still silence for a few seconds until he tilted his head back and gave a giant burp. It was a long really raunchy and rumbly one; the gas that he’d been trying to get out that whole time before throwing up. All of it expelled out of his mouth aggressively for several seconds straight until he was left gasping for air. It felt so good to finally get out that he couldn’t help pat his belly in relief.
This is a POV fem reader commission for @cinnamonkacchan which features Shiggy with severe tummy troubles and the first time I’ve ever written anything with a mommy kink before. I hope you all enjoy it~
“Tomura? Are you feeling any better?” You asked just as you returned into your apartment living room. Your villainous boyfriends only response was a stifled sound between a really wet hiccup and a burp. This was followed by him moaning and leaning back into your couch wrapping both of his arms around his tummy.
Poor Shigaraki looked absolutely miserable. He was sweating heavily and had no color in his already pale skin at all. The poor thing looked like he was on the verge of keeling over at any second. He huffed to himself and tried in vein to steady his breathing but it wasn’t working. “…Stomach feels miserable. I wanna die so goddamn much…” he said.
“Oh honey you look awful,” you said with a frown and put your palm over Shigarkai’s forehead. You had to pull back his messy bangs which were damp and greasy from how badly he was perspiring. He wasn’t sick with any infection but he definitely had something.
Just then a painfully thick sounding gurgle erupted from Shigaraki’s stomach. He cringed badly and nearly teared up from how painful the knots in his belly felt. When you looked down you could see Shigaraki’s stomach sticking out against his black shirt. He looked pretty bloated. He ate junk food all the time and he tended to eat a lot of it when he got his hands on it but usually it wasn’t weighed down as heavily as this was. Something Shigaraki ate during his junk food binge very clearly wasn’t setting right in his tummy or even worse, maybe gave him food poisoning.
Shigaraki clenched his teeth when his tummy gave another noisy and extra bubbly gurgle. “Unf…fuck…” he gritted through clenched teeth.
“…Poor baby,” you said in a warm almost nurturing kind of way. The tone a mother might give to calm their sick child. You put your hand on Shigaraki’s back and very gently rubbed it up and down. His spine trembled at your touch. He was shivering a little. “It’s okay dear. It’s all okay. Just let mommy take care of you,” you insisted and gently laid the young villain slowly and carefully down backwards until his sweat drenched head was rested on your lap.
Shigaraki huffed and exhaled looking like he was salivating an abnormal amount than usual. He swallowed thinly and breathed out then clenched his eyes painfully when his stomach gurgled even noisier than before. “…Fuck I hate this. I hate this so much…” he could barely croak out and cringed again. Shigaraki covered his mouth and looked uncomfortable when he did. He looked like he really needed to burp but at the same time also looked like he was on the verge of throwing up. After a few seconds of uncertainty passed a really thick closed mouth burp rumbled from behind Shigaraki’s lips. Its depth made it hard to tell if it was only gas that rushed up his throat or not. He blew it out to the side with an exhausted sigh and leaned back. “…Fuckin’ hate this…”
“I know sweetie I know,” you said in that nurturing way of yours. As you spoke you very gently brushed his bangs and caressed his wrinkled sweaty forehead. He swallowed again and closed his eyes. Shigaraki was clearly in pain but that physical nurturing you gave him seemed to help relax him just a little bit. His distended tummy still rose and fell with his very labored and pained breathing.
You reached out with your other hand and grabbed the bottom of Shigaraki’s shirt. Slowly you raised it up and revealed his pale pooching tummy in all its glory. Despite his vulnerability you swallowed thinly when you saw Shigaraki’s belly fully exposed. Even in your ‘nurturing phase’ it always got you feeling weak in the knees whenever Shigaraki treated you to his belly. Especially when it was a little more full than usual.
When you placed your hand atop his warm smooth tummy you just left it there. It felt oddly warmer than usual and delectably soft from its bloated state. Your fingers sank just a little into Shigaraki’s tummy just when you started to massage it up and down. While his lower tummy was soft and a little poochy, there was a curvature to his stomach that only grew tighter around his upper belly. You kneaded your fingers into his tenser flesh to try and settle it down while his stomach gurgled painfully again.
The gurgling wasn’t going away but Shigaraki sighed shakily and stretched out which only made his belly stick out more while you rubbed it. He was clearly enjoying it despite the noisy protests his tummy was giving. “…Unnf…don’t stop, ’mommy’,feels so goddamn good…” Shigaraki almost begged while he happily indulged you.
The affection-starved young man rested his eyes shut and breathed out some more while you gingerly massaged his aching tummy. It felt so puffy from the way whatever Shigaraki ate was reacting. You could feel all the knots in his stomach muscles creating tense portions of flesh that you tried to very carefully navigate around.
You just sat there on the couch with Shigaraki resting gently on your lap while you in an equally gentle sort of way rubbed his tummy to try and calm it down. Some equally calm almost motherly humming accompanied your comforting treatment. It seemed to relax Shigaraki enough that his breathing was getting more stable. You could feel his body growing less tense the longer you caressed his stomach. It was such a wonderful moment that you wished could have lasted longer.
But of course then an even thicker groan than before emitted from Shigaraki’s belly. This loud groan bellowed out of his stomach so hard that you could actually feel it reverberating within his organ from behind your hand. Shigaraki clenched his teeth and started sitting up. “Ngf…fuck…wait…I need to…” he growled and sat up slowly and carefully but couldn’t even finish his sentence.
You were about to ask if he was okay when he covered his mouth again. He closed his eyes and gave a really low closed mouth burp that got really deep at the end. Shigaraki huffed and burped deeply in his mouth again. But this time it got chunky at the end and he ended up lurching. Suddenly at the tail end of his burp some bits of puke splattered out against Shigaraki’s hand and onto his chin.
“Oh fuck…!” Shigaraki gasped seconds before grabbing a garbage bin by the couch with his vomit-covered hand and violently threw up into it. You cringed a little when Shigaraki very painfully wretched more of the contents in his stomach into the bin. More bile spewed out of him and into the garbage bin. When he finally stopped Shigaraki was panting breathlessly with tears in his eyes. Bile dripped from his lips, dribbling down his chin and onto his now-vomit covered shirt. The poor boy was a complete mess.
“Are you okay sweetie…?” You asked as you very gently rubbed his back. His whole body felt unbelievably tense. Shigaraki was trembling with the worst chills you’d ever seen him have before. Whatever he ate had to have been undercooked.
The sheer noisiness of Shigaraki’s belly gurgling away told you that his digestive system was aggressively rejecting whatever it was he ate. And it didn’t sound like it was done by a long shot. Not by the way it gave a low rumbling burble.
Shigaraki clenched his eyes shut as some tears trickled down his eyelids. He tried to speak but his belly roared loudly. Right away his face soured. Shigaraki grabbed his agonized tummy and rushed off to the bathroom with his still puke-covered hand wrapped around his mouth.
You followed after him just in time for Shigaraki to lurch over the toilet bowl and very aggressively throw up into it. Thick chunky pile viciously expelled from his throat and splattered messily and noisily into the toilet water for several seconds straight. You reached down and held his greasy bluish white hair back so it wouldn’t spill into the toilet while he threw up into it.
“That’s okay, it’s okay,” you assured him while you continued holding his hair back.
When he finally stopped Shigaraki was left hanging his head over the toilet with his jaws still parted open and dripping bile and slimy saliva into the water. His breathing was heavy and muffled like his own throat was only partially open.
Everything inside of him was in aggressive fluctuation and punctuated by noisy very acidic sounding gurgles. Shigaraki panted and swallowed some air with some desperation. Then he very loudly burped into the toilet and spat afterwards.
“Good boy. Just let it all out,” you continued nurturing. You leaned down from behind and rubbed Shigaraki’s warm churning tummy from its sides up and down. To help him you gave it a couple of pats which made Shigaraki burp heavily into the toilet again which once again grew wet at the end. Another choked sounding burp struggled to exit his mouth and got very gurgly too until it once again let to him forcefully puking into the toilet bowl.
Some time passed and all the while you held his hair back and massaged him while he grossly expelled as much of the contents of his stomach ailing him as he could.
When it finally finished Shigaraki was left a heaping mess on the floor of the bathroom practically hugging the toilet as more tears leaked down his eyelids. “…That hurt so damn much…fuck…” he groaned out getting a little choked up at the end as more tears trickled down his face.
“Shhh it’s okay, you’re okay sweetie. Mommy’s here for you” you assured him and kissed the top of his head while stroking it lovingly. “Mommy’s going to get you cleaned up okay?”
Shigaraki sniffed and nodded weakly. He was just too utterly exhausted to do much else.
After disposing of the sick that Shigaraki left in the bin you took off his shirt while he very weakly undid his pants. Shigaraki weakly washed his face of the sick and then sat in the tub wearing nothing but his black boxers. Then you took a wet hand towel and began to wipe Shigaraki’s sweaty body down. Room temperature water was poured onto the towel which you then gently rested atop Shigaraki’s head. The soothing water trickled down his face while you rubbed it across his entire body starting with his head and downward.
You rinsed the towel down some more and slowly rubbed it across his lean but slightly toned chest. Obviously you couldn’t help but admire your sickly boyfriend’s body in that way while you very slowly ran the wet towel across each of his pectorals. You looked into Shigaraki’s eyes while you did but he looked far too weary and exhausted from throwing up so much to be as into it as you were.
Then you brought the towel down to Shigaraki’s belly.
Before you did though you set the towel aside and placed your hand on his tummy. He had thrown up so much that the organ actually looked and felt a little deflated. Shigaraki probably purged much of what he ate which could have given him the grief in the first place. Then you rubbed the towel across his belly gently kneading it and wiping it clean. He was so vulnerable and almost docile in that moment that when you rubbed that towel across his lower tummy a part of you wanted to slide your hand down past the rim of his boxers. But a sickly groan from the boy told you that he was absolutely not up for any of the 'fun’ stuff.
That was okay though. You were perfectly content nurturing and comforting Shigaraki when he needed you. So you continued just running that towel across his pale yet lightly defined body. This helped to both relax Shigaraki when he desperately needed it and helped clean him up after the sweats he got from such aggressive chills.
Things seemed okay for a while after that. You took him to your bedroom and laid him down while Shigaraki stayed in his boxers. His tummy was way too sensitive for clothing right now and nothing you had on in your place was his size. But then the bellyache began anew.
You laid in bed with him rubbing his belly and trying to help him settle down but nothing calmed the violent ache in his stomach. Once again he clamped his mouth shut and lurched. Despite how much he was throwing up earlier food poisoning just kept bringing up more whether he liked it or not. And of course he didn’t but that wouldn’t help him.
Shigaraki rushed to the bathroom again now in nothing but his boxers and hung over the toilet bowl like he had previously. His mouth parted open as he gagged and huffed. A sharp hiccup erupted from his body which made his gag even worse. He puffed and spat into the toilet. But nothing was coming up.
“Fuckin’ c'mon already…” Shigaraki hissed.
He tried kneading into his tummy to coax himself into throwing up by really pressing down. But even that didn’t work. In fact it just made his tummyache even worse.
You knelt down besides him and rubbed his back soothingly. “I need to puke but fuckin’ nothing’s comin’ up…” Shigaraki grumbled almost sheepishly despite how sick to his stomach he still felt.
“Here, let mommy help,” you said and rhythmically thumped Shigaraki’s back not unlike a mother who was burping her infant child.
Each thump jostled Shigaraki’s chest and stomach. He tried to burp but nothing was coming up. With the pain growing worse he swallowed down air to try and force a burp on command out of himself. He eventually managed to make himself burp loudly into the toilet. But Shigaraki’s tummy was in such flux that even that little display didn’t work. “Shit nothin’,” Shigaraki groused before wincing and giving a thick closed mouth burp from the residual air he swallowed.
“Open your mouth,” you advised Shigaraki.
“Huh?”
“Open your mouth and say 'ahhhh’,” you repeated.
Shigaraki frowned skeptically but did as you said. When he stuck his tongue out with his 'ahhhhhh’ you inserted two fingers into his mouth then pressed them down against his tongue as you reached in deep.
This induced Shigaraki’s gag reflex which made him promptly go wide-eyed. But because your fingers were still pressed against his tongue his gag reflex reacted negatively. With a painful lurch Shigaraki very quickly turned away from you and down into the toilet in time to finally throw up. Shigaraki puked so intensely that he nearly forgot to keep his pinkies up when he clutched the toilet bowl. He grossly wretched the residuals of whatever was still inside of his stomach not digesting correctly.
“That’s mommy’s boy, good job,” you said and gingerly rubbed his back while Shigaraki huffed into the toilet and threw up pure liquid bile. His stomach was largely empty by that point but he desperately needed to throw up anyway with how relentlessly his troubled tummy was gurgling and churning around within itself.
When he finally stopped Shigaraki breathed out breezily into the toilet bowl.
“…Hrruuuurrgh…that’s…that’s marginally better…” he gasped and then spat into the toilet before flushing his own sick down.
Eventually he crawled back into bed and once again things seemed to stabilize. But his food poisoning was still aggressively acting up. You rushed off to get something from the kitchen to help settle Shigaraki’s tummy while he whined from atop your bed.
“Unnngh god my stomach…” whined Shigaraki from atop your mattress. He was curled up a little with his arms wrapped tightly around his tummy when you returned from the kitchen with a bottle of ginger ale.
“It’s okay. Mommy’s here now, I got you,” you assured him when you crawled back into bed with him. You laid down behind Shigaraki and wrapped your arms around his slender yet just slightly curved hips. Then you rested both your hands against his tummy. It was definitely less puffy than before but it was gurgling every bit as loudly and thickly as the first time.
You slowly rubbed Shigaraki’s belly up and down while you carefully pulled him close for a backwards hug. Again you felt Shigaraki’s body grow more relaxed the more you rubbed his tummy and kept him so close to you. No one knew how to comfort him the way you did.
But then it grew tense again. Shigaraki’s body trembled only this time it wasn’t because of his belly. You felt him sniffle lightly and quickly realizing that he might have actually been crying.
“…What’s wrong baby?”
Shigaraki sniffled again and clenched his fists. “…I can’t believe how fucking weak I am…boss of the goddamn league of villains'n I’m taken outta commission by a fuckin’ bellyache? To be so fuckin’ needy'n cryin like some worthless loser is just so…I’m such a fuckin’ joke…”
“No you’re not,” you said a little more firmly while your hand continued to run up and down his tummy. “Hero? Villain? Who cares? You’re human. Even our quirks can’t mask that.”
Shigaraki sniffled again and grunted like he was trying to turn away from you so you wouldn’t see him cry. “…I hate feeling like this…” he said. Referring to his tummyache and perhaps more so his vulnerability.
“It’s just me. You know I love you no matter what right?” You assured him and gently stroked his hair some more.
Again Shigaraki’s whole body trembled and a single sob jerked his torso. It was getting harder and harder for him to hold back the tears. “…W-Why are you so goddamn good to me…? You know I don’t deserve you…”
You buried your head into his back and listened to his heart beat rapidly. “Even villains deserve love.” And you emphasized that point by very gently running your hand up and down his stomach. Shigaraki sighed softly and with one pinky up cupped your hand into his own. “…Thank you mommy…”
Sometimes it was hard to tell if he was just indulging your own little kink or if he was so affection-starved that the 'mommy’ comments just slipped out by mistake.
Either way it didn’t matter. You took it all the same and kissed Shigaraki’s shoulder while continuing to rub his churning tummy.
But even that wasn’t quite working to deal with the intense gurgling that was souring Shigaraki once more.
“Your tummy really is at war with itself today isn’t it,” you said as you cupped his lower belly and stroked its smooth delicate sides.
Shigaraki huffed and nodded weakly. “Feels like there’re waves splashin’ in my gut…”
You gently sat Shigaraki up and grabbed the ginger ale. “Drink this sweetie. Ginger ale always helps with an upset tummy,” you assured him and gently pat the side of his belly.
Shigaraki hiccuped and groaned miserably. “…Are ya kiddin’…? The last thing I need right now is to fill up on anything else…”
“Trust me. Mommy knows best, right?” You insisted and gingerly ran your hand down the center of Shigaraki’s spine. He groaned at that especially comforting feeling and begrudgingly snatched the 2 Liter of soda from your hand while still keeping his pinky up to avoid activating his quirk.
He huffed to himself like he was mentally preparing for the worst. But given that he’d already puked all over himself prior and just had you gagging him to induce vomiting earlier, you’d wager that there really wasn’t anywhere else that could get lower for him.
So Shigaraki unscrewed the cap and began swigging his fizzy bubbly drink down. You watched his defined Adam’s Apple throb from his long slender throat. A shiver ran down your own spine when you heard how loudly he was gulping his beverage down. He breathed in through his small nostrils while the fizzy drink filled his tummy with carbonation.
Your eyes drifted to Shigaraki’s belly which you could see inflating just slightly from both all the carbonation combined with the soda itself filling him up. Shigaraki was a soda junkie after all. He always had been given what a massive gamer he was and how caffeinated he always needed to be to stay in the zone. So his ability to chug soda so fast wasn’t surprising. What was a little surprising was the way he was chugging so much soda even when his tummy was feeling so crummy.
Force of habit you figured.
He pulled the bottle back after downing it to the label in one hearty swill. Shigaraki panted heavily while his tummy rose and fell with his strained breathing. Then he grabbed his belly with one hand and unleashed a giant burp that echoed throughout your whole bedroom. The volume was so strong that you actually flinched and swore that the springs in your bed vibrated with that massive expulsion of gas.
Shigaraki panted and laughed wearily. “Phew! Hah…hhhahh…holy shit…!” he said patting his belly heartily and working up another large burp in the process. “Unf…damn that felt good…”
“With how deafening that was I should hope so,” you teased and thumped his back a few times to try and coax more gas out.
Shigaraki hiccuped and shook his head. “Nah the gas is in my stomach, push there.”
And you did just that. You sat before Shigaraki and kneaded his tummy firmly with both hands hard at work. Your ministrations coaxed a sizable gas pocket that Shigaraki released as a long rumbling burp that left him panting breathlessly.
“Good boy,” you repeated and rubbed circles into his belly kneading while you did. “Does that feel good to get out?”
“YYYEEEEEEEUUUUP!!!” Shigaraki loudly and rather childishly burped the word 'yep’ out.
“Manners young man,” you said in a mock-stern voice and lightly thumped his tummy for his excessive crudeness.
“Heh my bad mommy,” Shigaraki said sarcastically.
“I should say so,” you replied then turned to his tummy when it burbled again. “Especially since there’s still pressure inside from the sound of it.”
You firmly ran your hands up and down Shigaraki’s distended stomach. The air was circulating with your palms ministrations and working up more thick burbling in the process. The rubbing once again worked up more pressure making Shigaraki let loose with an especially throaty burp with heft to it. He gasped afterwards and hit his chest to work up a sharp after burp.
He downed a little more soda since his stomach was still feeling a bit dodgy. You continued nurturing his tummy the whole time he chugged. Then once he pulled away you pressed on his belly again and caused a huge burp to rip out of Shigaraki’s mouth. It was swiftly followed by a longer more raunchy sounding burp and finally a sharp dry one indicating that he was running low on 'fuel’.
With one last burp Shigaraki finally moaned in what looked and sounded like relief instead of discomfort. “Ohhh god I needed that,” Shigaraki panted and flopped backwards onto your bed lazily. The ginger ale in his tummy sloshed noisily while he palmed at it and ran his hand up and down his curved tummy.
You smiled and climbed over him gingerly running your hand up and down his belly. “I’m so glad I could make my baby feel better,” you said and planted kisses on Shigaraki’s soft lightly bubbling tummy.
Shigaraki hummed contently then shifted into a more relaxed state while you nursed his belly. But before things could get steamier with you hovering over him he looked away and asked “…H-Hey…could I…could I rest my head on your lap again…? Please…?”
You stopped then smiled softly. “…Of course sweetie.”
After scooting back into your earlier position you rested your back against the wall and let Shigaraki rest his tired head on your lap. Like a loving mother you gently caressed his cheek and brushed his messy bangs away so you could look down at his genuinely relaxed docile looking expression that not even his quirk-induced rashes and scars could mask.
You leaned down and once again kissed Shigaraki across the forehead. His smile grew as gentle as you’d ever seen it get.
“…Thank you…mommy…”
“…Anything for mommy’s precious baby boy,” you said softly and continued gently brushing Shigaraki’s cheek with one hand while gingerly rubbing his belly with the other.
Your poor, sickly fave finishes their violent bout of vomiting and slumps down; exhausted, sore and shaky. You hold up a tissue to their face for them to blow the sick our of their nose. You then gently wipe their nose and around their mouth clean with a fresh tissue You tenderly hold their chin in your hand and inspect their sleepy face; it’s pale, sweaty, and when your eyes meet, you note that they seem to be struggling to keep them open. You continue to look them over, and have to force back a smile at how their cheeks redden slightly at your lingering gaze despite how unwell they’re obviously feeling. Once you release their face, they groan and roll over.
You once again contemplate trying to move them to the bathroom, or a bed- maybe even a couch. You opt out, however, when their tummy let’s out a loud, unhappy grumble and they whimper. If they were stubborn about moving before, they’ll be even more so in their current state.
You think about moving them anyway, since they definitely wouldn’t be able to stop you, but decide against it; not wanting to upset them further. You run your hand through their hair as they lay curled up on the cold, hard floor and sigh.
Water.
They need water.
You get up to go and get them a glass of water, stopping to turn around and poke your head through the doorway to check on them one last time, before leaving the room.
You’re not gone for long, when you hear them weakly calling your name.
You hear them coughing harshly as you approach the doorway. The coughing turns to gagging as you walk in and you see them hunched over the bin. Despite their body’s effort, nothing appears to be coming up yet. You sigh and pad over to them. You rub their back gently as their entire body jerks, and you wipe a bead of sweat from their forehead with your knuckle.
The heaves get closer together, and they barely have time to breath between their powerful retching. They start to whimper, but after several of their complaints are cut off with harsh gags, they go quiet again to focus on enduring the aggressive episode of dry-heaving.
Finally, one of the gags brings something up and you hear the loud splash of their stomach contents hitting the basin. They let out a pathetic groan at the sudden, unpleasant sensation, but their vocalization is once again interrupted by their nausea.
The next wave is chunkier, but much smaller. You peer into the bucket curiously and spot some partially-chewed lettuce and tomatoes from the salad they had asked you to make for them an hour or two ago. They thought that their nausea would go away if they ate something- and salad is healthy, right? You would laugh at the unfortunate irony if your fave didn’t look so poorly. You wonder if things would have been any different had they not insisted upon you dousing it with thick, rich dressing? Probably not.
Though their tummy is still grumbling angrily, they don’t bring anything else up- only dry heaves. The dry-heaving tapers off into coughing, which then subsides into panting.
It’s probably the heavy steak they had eaten earlier in the day that was refusing to come up easily. They ate it nearly 5 hours ago but have been belching non-stop and complaining about feeling bloated ever since. You peer down at your fave and note that their belly is still pretty swollen; the steak nestled in deep and refusing to move.
They whine and whimper quietly and appear to be laying as still as possible. You kneel down, setting the glass onto the floor beside you, and reach for the tissues. You get them to blow their nose before wiping their face clean again.
You slowly bring the glass of water to their lips. At first, they pull their head away, but you remind them that dehydration will make them feel worse. They sigh melancholically and let you bring the glass back to their mouth before obediently tipping their head back slightly.
You have them rinse and spit into the sick-filled bucket three times before ordering them to swallow a small mouthful. They complain and try to refuse, but your persistence overpowers their present lack of will. They end up taking a few sips before curling back up.
You sit down next to them in silence for the next few minutes. All you want to do is evelop them into your arms, but you settle for stroking their arm slowly, as not to jostle them too much. They’re still curled up on the floor; their breathing is slowing down- which you hope is good. You can still hear their tummy; soft sloshing and bubbling could now be heard amongst the constant, unhappy grumbles from before. The noises almost seemed to be tapering off for a while, but now you swore that they were increasing in volume and intensity again. Your fave let’s out a soft moan, increasing your growing concern. You consider asking them to give you a status update, but stop yourself; if they’re falling asleep, then you should let them rest. It’s only when they release a loud, sickly, wet belch that you decide that it’s time to go back into caretaking mode.
You ask them how the water is settling; their stomach seems to squelch in response.
“It feels cold and heavy,” they whine, “it hurts.” You had suspected that this would be the case, but the taps in the building don’t have temperature control so there wasn’t anything you could do.
“I’m gonna leave this out by the window, okay? The sun will warm it up so that you can have more later without it hurting your tummy,” you say placatingly, before setting down the glass on the windowsill behind the curtains. They show their enthusiasm by not responding or even turning to look at you. Instead, they let out a loud moan.
“Oh, y/n. My stomach really hurrrrts,” they whimper.
“Do you want me to rub it for you?” You ask. They have to stop and think about it for a moment, before nodding and slowly turning onto their back with a grunt. They hazily look up at you.
“Not too hard,” they practically whisper. You nod and place your hand on their belly; taking in how little your hand sinks in before it’s met with whatever food they’d eaten that day- at least compared to their tummy when it’s in a healthier state. It audibly grumbles around your hand.
“Gentler, please,” they rasp, and you decrease the pressure a bit, “even gentler.” You obey and very lightly, smooth your whole hand around the expanse of their slightly bloated tummy. They close their eyes and sigh.
Though most of the roundness is gathered in their upper belly, you can’t help but notice that their mid and lower tummy are a little bit bigger than normal, too. You smooth your hand up the bump of the stomach itself, and down over the slight tautness around their navel- which burbles lazily as the contact shifts whatever was sitting around there- down to their fleshier underbelly and back up the way you came. After a while of that, you start to rub in circles again but are startled by your fave trying to speak.
“Keep going up and down,” they rasp without opening their eyes. You chuckle softly and oblige, enjoying the feeling of their belly under your hand.
Their breathing slows down further and you got pause in your rubbing once you’re sure they’re asleep. You get up to empty their sick basin and give it a quick rinse; your nose wrinkling at the foul smell.
You return to the room and slump back down next to them. Your heart melts with pity whenever they groan in their sleep, or their gut let’s out a particularly cacophonous gurgle.
You are about to drift off yourself when they suddenly jolt up, and you all but throw the bucket at them.
They let out a long, miserable moan before dry-heaving a few times. Wanting to get ahead, you quickly get up to grab the tissue box and the water from the windowsill. Your fave makes an unpleasant noise that sounds like a cross between a gag and a gutteral belch, and a mouthful of browned liquid and small, undiscernable bits spatters into the basin. They sit there leant over for a few more seconds, before falling back into a lying position.
“That’s it?” You ask. You are certain that they have much more food still festering in their belly. They don’t react as you lean over to pull their top away, and are further convinced by how swollen their abdomen still is.
“Idonknow,” they slur. You watch them for a moment, but they don’t start retching again.
You figure they’re done.
“Water time,” you announce with sarcastic zeal. They groan, but sit back up and you hold the glass to their lips.
“Ugh. ‘Ts all warm,” they wrinkle their nose and squint their eyes.
“It was too cold for you, so I put it in the window to warm it up earlier, remember?”
“Oh, yeah,” they say softly. You get behind them and help them lower themselves carefully onto their back again.
“My tummy is still super upset, but I don’t feel nauseous anymore,” they softly inform you. Their brows have unknit and they close their eyes again. You don’t have the heart to inform them that there was no way they’re actually better.
Their belly still looks distended, and it’s angry growls are only growing louder. You also take note of how some of the unhappy gurgles are gaining a higher pitch, indicating that a reasonable amount of the mess in their stomach was making its way further down into their gut.
You run a hand through your hair before beginning to gently rub their belly up and down, like you were earlier. They release a soft, contented sign when you lean over to kiss their cheek.
While you gently rub their stomach, you begin to strategize in your head how you’ll get out of all of your plans- at least for the next day or two. Your poor fave will definitely be needing you around.
Tbc… someday. In the meantime I may come back and edit this one a bit.
Hello everyone! Todays video kinda brings us back to the very start, how it all began many months ago when I first started posting puke videos. Look at this lonesome piece of orange in the middle of my vom:- No body, no face, straight to the puking the amazing puking down the toilet. No fuss… it’s all about the great waterfall of vomit you all know and love For the first four and a half…
Guess what! Today I have a new puking scenario! Today I puked into food bags! It was a suggestion from an old friend and I thought “what a good idea!” So I did it. This time I fill up one and a bit plastic food bags with lovely vomit. It’s amazing seeing how the bag fills up with great brown and very chunky nice vomit. After about three minutes non-stop puking I zone onto my belly while I keep…
Kaen managed to remove the poisoned bulled from Iya’s wound, but now, they need to get to the safety.
Just as he guessed, Kaen didn’t sleep. It was probably for best since he was still alert for any other attack. He couldn’t sleep with Iya’s struggling breathing keeping him up, and his worry for her. He didn’t know who fired those bullets at them, but Iya said they were shooting at him so he guessed it was something connected to the Hunters one way or another.
He was sitting with Iya using his legs as a pillow, one arm wrapped around her protectively while the other one grabbed his phone, in case some miracle happened and they got a signal.
“Time to leave…” Kaen thought, he gently put the back of his hand against Iya’s forehead to check for a fever. Iya’s fever has been rising all the two hours they’ve been here, forcing Kaen to control it with his power so it didn’t go too far.
But she was still burning up, with her breathing shallow. Kaen could feel her rapid heartbeat from her temples while her face was covered in sweat.
The sound of someone trying to talk through nausea is so hHH
So much swallowing and their voice becoming all thick with the feeling of their tummy churning… Maybe a hiccup here and there.. Oof and if they bring their hand up over their mouth too?? As if it’s going to help fight off the acidic burn creeping up their throat?
Adorable
Hiccups are fine, but burping and belching before that big spew comes…ughh
Tried with all my might to make myself vomit. Drank about 24 ounces of water, almost none of it came up. However, there are a few good burps and throat sounds in here. What can I say? My gag reflex is impeccable.
A gif of an old video I used to like from a few years back. It used to do the job for me, but now I’m more into chicks who make a mess when they vomit.
The idea of telltale signs for someone that they ARE about to puke and there’s nothing they can do to stop it are… just so nice to think about. There’s of course the classic “mouth filling up with that weird thick saliva” but I’m talking about whole body sensations too. For someone the signal might be a wave of hot flashes, for someone else it might be sudden cold sweats or chills. It might also be more localized. Maybe their heart starts hammering, or they feel a lump in their throat, or their stomach feels unbearably full out of nowhere. It’s no longer just nausea - it’s their body letting them know that yeah, they are about to puke their guts out.
Usually when you’re about to puke, the saliva that coats your teeth is very thin. The fact that that’s what happens when you’re about to puke is just delicious. You could aliken it to pussy. They both become so uncontrollably wet and drippy as it’s leading up to a climax.
they’re kinda dazed, trembling a little, their body heat unreal, and they’re flushed all across their face and down their chest and stomach (and thighs…)
when they cum, their voice is a shivering wail
This but in doggystyle. I want to arch her back and lay her on her big belly and have her experience the worst motion sickness of her life. Hearing her guts slosh around. Feeling how hot, wet, and radiant her pussy is. Since she’s so nauseous and disoriented from her stomach flu, any kind of pressure or motion being put on her belly will make her vomit all over the bed sheets. Which is exactly what I want.
I would kill to see just how bad food poisoning can get. I want to see a cute chubby girl feel sick from eating at her local hole-in-the-wall dirty restaraunt. I want her to rush home in her car with her guts making all sorts of bubbly noises, her stomach all twisted up from constipation and nausea. She lets out a few farts and they feel a bit too damp. I want her to rush to the bathroom and try to undo her tight jeans that she spent all day trying to fit into, and just as she finally pulls them down, some liquid diarrhea shoots from her drippy, moist, puckered asshole and gets on her panties along with urine shooting out from her pussy. The mess spills all over the toilet seat and lid, and down her fat thighs before she can sit down. I want her to cry and retch at the smell of her own shit. A bit of drool and vomit spills out of her mouth and it looks no different than the diarrhea.
