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I think I discovered why it's called a belly 'button'.
I've been chilling for a bit. Busy, but not in a 'stress-yâget it done' kinda way. Haven't been eating much, and 'cuz of that, my tum has been neutral, decent. I also haven't had much time to kink or play with my stomach 'cuz by the time I'm in bed, I've been too tired to do any of that, and when I wake up. I'm usually going somewhere. This was probably the longest stretch of time where my tum wasn't upset.
I finally found a few minutes to play with my tummy for a bit. Went to grab something to maybe probe around my navel. All I could grab was a ballpoint pen. I usually avoid pens, because they're too thick to do much. I've got one of those very puckered navels, so there isn't much space to draw circles or anything, It was all I had so I decided to at least try it.
It was a clicker pen. Something with a blunt/fat tip. I usually prefer fine-tip...but I think this was one of those throw away consolation thingsâit was a dollar store click pen, 0.9mm or something...so not something I'd ever buy for myself or write with,
I pushed the non-clicked pen deep, and then hit the clicker to have the pen nib jab further.
I saw stars. I guess I found the knot in my navel or something, and having the pen already jabbing into it, followed by the extra intrusion of the pen nib made me see stars.
Unfortunately, it didn't last long. I poked around in my navel for a while, aiming the nib at different things before clicking the pen. Guess I disturbed something and triggered the 'button' thing of my belly 'button' because I ended up dashing to the washroom with an achy, upset tummy.
My stomach has felt unsettled ever since, and anything I consume is going straight through me without really digesting much, so I guess my belly 'button' is also known as the âflush systemâ button or something.
My guts have been quivering ever since. Like, it feels like my intestines have been spasming and 'shivering' ever since I jabbed that deepest, most sensitive little part of my navel with the pen. I really want to do it again, but I'm also low-key terrified it'll upset my tummy even worse. Thoughts? What would you do?
Pocket boys, Tinies/Tiny/Tinisâwhatever you call 'em...the concept of miniature humans/humanoids for this kink. I've been into 'em for a while and been playing around with different mediums to get something tactile to play with, and I think I've stumbled upon something.
Learning how to crochet amigurumi dolls was one thing, and adding stitches to the torso to get a rounded belly and then using a little knot to make a navel was enjoyable enough, but polyfill for the stomach never felt nice.
I found some stress-balls/slime-balls at a dollar shop, but they were too big when I tried to crochet around them. Tennis-ball sized...when my ideal creature would be maybe all of 3-4 inches tall...and that size of belly on them felt too astronomically big for my enjoyment. I tried cutting the slime ball and maybe putting the contents into a balloon, but that made a mess of goopâthe inside was like molten hot glue, without the hot. Scrapped that idea quickly.
May have found something: borax putty/slime...inside of a balloon. I was doing an arts and crafts thing and borax glue slime was one of the activities involved. While I was cleaning up the event, there was a ton of slime/putty left that the participants claimed were âfailed slimesâ--things with the wrong consistency that they left in the container. I've always liked putty-toys. Thinking putty, silly-puttyâhell, give me clay or poster putty and I'll knead happily. So I took the rejected slimes, thinking I'd play with it until I got bored of it. A few days later, I had the idea to put the failed slime into balloons and make myself a stress-ball. Once the stress balls were done, I realized something. The little tip of the balloon, where the rubber is thickest, is kinda like an adorable little popped out navel. Find the right size of transparent/translucent balloon...get the right shade of slime inside...ta-daâpocket creature belly material?
The slime I was working with had dried out slightly, crumbling when squished, but still squishly. Almost like diaper filling? It's still soft-ish, and still holds an imprint for all of 2 seconds. Poking the balloon-contained stuff is immensely satisfying because it springs back to retake its original shape in about 5-7 seconds.
Next time, I may try water-balloons and something smaller than the regular ol' balloons sold at dollar stores...but...I think I may put this in a crochet doll...maybe with a little cut-out for the balloon to be visibleâwith the knotted end in the back and the part where the material is thickest acting as the little navel. For now, I've been poking, pinching, and squishing the balloon against the table, imagining pocket-creatures for a while now.
Depending on what texture you prefer, you could probably drop some beads into the slime to squish around and imagine there's hard/solid bits in your pocket creature.
The weather has been ridiculous where I live. During seasonal transition periods, where I live it is pretty common to dress for literally 3 different seasons on any given day. Mornings feel like winter, with minus temperatures, or a chilly fog you need something water-resistant to survive if you don't want damp clothes. Noonish, it's âsummerâ vibes and a hot lunch feels like the worst idea because it's so hot outside and you mentally curse out your workplace because you want nothing more than to just wear a camisole and shorts, but showing that much skin is âunprofessionalâ, so you wear cheats, like a cardigan made of organza or athletic mesh or something. By the time you leave work, it's chilly again, and when the sun goes down, you see frost on everything. If you're up early enough, when it's still dark out, you see the frost has become thin sheets of clear ice. All them shards on the ground you see in your neighborhood every morning? Yeah...anyone up and out before 5AM plays that lovely game of âWas my car broken into, or is that ice on the ground that fell off the window I think is smashed?â
And yeah, it's been over a month since the calendar declared the first day of spring. And we're still âtransitioningâ. I literally wake up in a different climate every day and have woken up to summer vibes on Monday, Literal finger-deep snow on Wednesday, and rain on Friday with no signs of the previous thing each day.
These temperature and weather fluctuations are throwing everyone off. Those with weak constitutions are falling sick left and right. Those sensitive to chinook winds and temperature fluctuations report constant migraines and body aches. Those of us with seasonal allergies are hit with everything. It's overcast and rainy, surely it's not allergies?! Is it a cold? Or is my body just freaking out over what it thinks are allergens?!? I'm part of the seasonal allergies club, and seem to have aged into the body-aches-with-temperature-flux group. Like, literally, a week ago I was stuck in bed, unable to sleep a wink, because every joint in my body locked up and felt like someone was just constantly pulling on everything. The weather, temperature, and levels of light are also throwing off my circadian rhythms...so...I'll get intensely sleepy seemingly at random when it is overcast.
For the last few nights, despite climbing into bed at 11PM, trying to preserve a decent sleep schedule, I have literally been unable to sleep due to steady aches and discomfort until 5AM or beyond.
I had errands to run in the afternoon yesterday. My plan was to wake up at a normal AM hour, do some chores, maybe leave the house early to grab lunch in the area of my errandsâtreat myself to food that isn't 'dump hot water on it, wait, eat', or from a can. Yeah...none of that happened with a 5AM sleep time. I woke up at the decent hour, calculated that I'd had less than 2 hours of sleep, and kept sleeping. I woke just in time to get out there and do the errand without breakfast or lunch. Felt fine during that little outing, but bus timing meant that I had to choose between getting food after the errand, which would result in waiting over 45 min for the next bus home...or catching the bus I was watching just turning the corner. I chose to go home and figure out what food I could eat from pantry or freezer.
Got home...aaaaaaand...nothing. I set my bags down, and my body decided it needed sleep.
I woke up 6 hours later, at midnight. I thought 'It's late, I'll just keep sleeping and try again to have a normal day tomorrow. Stomach wouldn't allow thatâit was hungry and refused to let me sleep. There was a deep, hollow ache. No growls, just discomfort. So I dragged myself out of bed and made a cup noodle.
Not sure if it's the same in other households, but in my household, we differentiate between âInstant Noodlesâ and âCup Noodlesâ. Instant is the stuff in bagsâit's the stuff we cook in a pot. The noodle packet says 3 minutes, bugt my household NEVER eats just the packet contentsâif we're whipping out a pot and boiling water, we're tossing frozen stuff into it (fishball, meatballs, sausage, frozen veggies, etc.), and whatever greens we have in the fridge into it. We're adding an eggâyour prep method differs, Most of my family prefers hard-boiled. I prefer softboiled/âjammyâ but if I'm too lazy to bother with timing it or peeling it, I'll literally just crack it, raw, into my pot at the end of cooking. I'll fish the yolk out with a spoon and let the albumin cook with the residual heat of the broth. That's instant noodles at our house, not so instant because it takes 10-15 min depending on how we add the stuff to be boiled with the noodles. That is NOT what I had last night.
Cup Noodle is technically the name of a brand, but it's not the brand we have at home. Every one that is sold in a cup or âbowlâ and designed to either have boiling water poured into it and left to steep for 3 min, OR designed to have cold water put in it and microwavedâthat's all âCup Noodleâ in my household. This is what I had last night. Quick, dirty, no fuss. I cracked a raw egg into the cup before adding water, hoping the boiling water would do the same thing it usually does. I also ate it with some preserved veggie side-dish I've made and had jarred up in the fridge. Simmered bamboo shoots in soy sauce.
Ate my very late dinner to try and have literally anything in my tummy...and planned to go back to my room and sleep.
12:30AM-4AM...tossing and turning. Not a wink of sleep. At 4AM, I sat up thinking I should take a leak before attempting any sleep at all.
Stood up, went to the washroom...and it was definitely liquid coming out of me...from a different end than I was expecting. As soo as I sat down, my stomach hurt intensely and stuff was just pouring out of me. I was legit scared. Like..did something go wrong at the cup noodle factory? Did someone put a chemical agent in the flavour packet that dissolves digestive tissue?! I was scared, literally wondering if my guts had melted. It hurt, and so, so, so much stuff came out of me.
After it was out...my stomach stopped hurting...at least, hurting in that way. I cleaned myself up and went back to bed, feeling drained, and...the real kick in the pants? That hollow ache I'd gone downstairs and made a cup noodle for was back, full force. I was empty and hungry again. It was so sudden. I felt fine going to the washroom and the second I sat down it was like my stomach flipped a switch. And when I got up, it felt fine again.
I ended up falling asleep. I write this now, about 4 hours later. I have errands again today that'll take me to a different part of the city. I'm debating whether to skip them. I definitely don't want to eat anything at home, nothing instant or from a can...but I'm worried that if I eat while out, I'll have another gut-related emergency.
I still haven't eaten anything yet. Just woke up to write this, and also have been gauging the state of my tum to see if I'm comfortable leaving the bed and getting the day started. My lower stomach area feels decidedly unsettled. Like, it's empty now, but it keeps twinging, and there's a bit of a sickly feeling in there, like whatever's there 100% intends to ruin my day.
As always, feel free to use anything as an RP-starter/send me your best responses for what you'd do. Just give me enough to know what you are responding to so that I can link it and the post etc. But yeah, I'm going to stop writing and rub my stomach a little, see if it'll finally decide on either being hungry, or being sick. Regardless of how my stomach-organ feels (hollow, achy, empty), if my intestinal area insists upon feeling sickly and like it's just waiting for fodder to ruin my day with, I may opt to fast for the day and try food tomorrow.
You're drawn to my bedroom by some pitiful whimpers. You peer into the room.
I'm laying on my bed, shirt hiked up, smooth skin of my belly revealed. My hands hover over my tummy, pulling away every so often as I whimper.
My bare tummy is a rare sightâespecially lately. Keeping up with 3 different part-time jobs, full time student course loads, and volunteering has meant that I'm lucky to clock 2 hours of actual sleep a night, and the amount of nights I spend crashing at a friend's place rather than coming home to you means that we haven't seen much of each other in the last few months. The rare occasions we're both home, you're likely to find me deeply asleep, utterly exhausted by life.
My bare tummy has been a rare sight, but its current state is even rarer. With my crazy schedule, meal-times have become basically non-existent. I don't sit down for full meals anymore. I don't pack full lunches. I pack finger foods. Grape tomato, goldfish crackers, juice boxes, etc. And the fact that it takes me three days to finish the cup-sized container of any of this tells you that I haven't been eating much at all. The rare occasions that you find me home, you're usually peeling me off the floor or otherwise putting me to bed. You've examined to your heart's content, tracking the progression of my ribs becoming more prominent. Unfortunately, I've always been too exhausted to react, and kinking alone lost its appeal for you.
My tummy is rounded, but on my newly trim form, it doesn't look all that distended. Still, you've seen my new figure and know that the gentle round curve beneath my ribs isn't as gentle as it appears.
âUgh...nnngh...owww...â I'm a mess of whimpers, whines, and moans.
âHm? Ugh...babe?â I finally clue into your presence, locking onto your figure with teary eyes. âNnngh...m-my tummy hurts. Ugh...h-help...please?â I beg.
My hands hover over my tummy, barely touching, and pulling away quickly.
âUuugh...nnngh...s-so full. Ugh...'m so full...m-my stomach doesn't even growl anymore.â I mutter with a pout. âUgh...t-too full. N-Not movin'...â I explain, gesturing at my achingly distended gut.
My stomach is rock hard under your palm. Zero giveâlike a basketball. Stomach, duodenum, intestinesâeverything is packed full, stretched around a mass of foodâtoo densely packed to allow my organs to convulse or digest.
âOww!â I writhe on the bed, but even that amount of jostling doesn't trigger anything. My tum's too overloadedâtoo crammed with food. Hopelessly packed.
âWhy'd ya do this to yerself?â You ask, trying to reach over to palm at my tummy again. I'm squirming away from your touch, even gentle pressure feeling crazy painful on my overstretched tum.
âNnngh...hungry. Didn't even eat that much...tum just...ugh...it shrank.â I hiss. âUgh...d-damn itâDigest already!â I snarl, slamming my fist on my tummy. You watchâzero give, like trying to punch a firmly blown up balloon. My tum is rock hard. My fist bounces off of it, not even sinking in anywhere. I whimper as the force of the failed punch reverberates through my packed gut.
There's no gas in there. Not enough liquid or room to even slosh. It's so hopelessly packed with solid food that digestion just is not going to happen.
Well then, what'll you do? I'm pinned. My tummy is dangerously close to rupturingâcrammed with more than it can handle. Digestion is just not happening, my guts too stretched to convulse, but also too starved/unused to having anything substantial in itâeven if it had some room to digest, it'd be out of practice. What do you do? Digestion isn't going too happen by itself. There are no gurgles, no burps--absolutely nothing. My tummy is absolutely packed solid...food, food, and more food. No air pockets, not enough space for any liquid or stomach acid to actually get in there and lube up the works to promote digestion. Are you gonna manually stimulate my guts? Will you help me digest? Or are you just going to poke at it? To see how long you can draw this out and have me aching in front of you? Send me your best responses.
About to hit the end of another semester, so I may have more time for this blog in the near future.
My stomach felt good yesterdayâshockingly good. Like, I had a busy full dayâclass stuff in the morning, volunteering/networking opportunities in the afternoon, and worked the closing shift at one of my jobs. Stumbled to my friend's place at night, exhausted...but got word that said friend was spending the night at their partner's place, so I'd have their space to myself (I have amazing friends)...so...kinda just relaxed once I got to their place.
I was exhausted, and kind of worried about getting enough sleep to do it all again the next day...was literally counting the hours I'd be allowed to sleep before having to rush out again...and I didn't like the count (4 hours). So...basically just showered and laid down...but like...I really wanted to do some tum stuff. And my stomach felt the best it's felt in months. No aches, no upset, no hunger from too long since dinner. It felt fine.
I indulged just a bit, fantasizing about a few scenarios while rubbing my tummy and maybe messing with my navel just a little. I got a few gurgles in response to my rubs, but nothing that felt off.
I woke up after about 3 hours of sleep and rushed to get ready. Anxiety tied my guts into knots, and knowing that I wouldn't get much time to actually use the washroom today, all of it kinda combined to using the washroom and emptying out before getting on with my day. Did that, thought I'd have a good day because tum felt fine last night and isn't having a bowel movement in the morning kinda healthy? That stuff is basically spent red blood cells and remnants from dinner...if you ate it...after all?
Not even a full minute after leaving friend's place, my lower tummy was achyâcolon and lower intestines clenching and twisting, signalling they needed to go again...but...they were empty? Like, literally, nothing in there. Kept walking, hoping the 25 min walk to the right bus stop would set my intestines right. What was supposed to be a 25 min walk turned into 35 min because I kept having to pause to rub my tummy and will it to stop hurting.
It's still snowy where I am, so I started just constantly rubbing and gently squeezing my tummy under my winter jacket while I walked.
That same ache came and went throughout the entire day, lower intestines clenching and cramping and signalling an emergency without delivering a thing.
I had plans to eat a larger-than-normal dinner tonight to indulge the tum stuff I was too tired/had no time for last night...but I'm not so sure. I have another packed day tomorrow, and I don't want a long-term upset tummy that'll derail my week...but at the same time, I'd like to indulge in just a little. Thinking noodles in broth and maybe fill up on the broth? Liquid bloats disappear quickly and usually don't leave lingering sickliness, right?
But yeah, last night's fixation was on the idea of an overfull tummy ache. Not in a super-distended way...but like, a normally trim person with a small appetite that normally grazes, rather than eating a full meal, ending up with an unbearably achy tummy when they eat a full meal for date-night? Expectation on date-night is to eat a full meal together, right? Grazing on crackers or carrot sticks is something they do every day, so date-night should be special, right? And being taken care of while also having their achy tum messed with by their lover. That was last night's fixation, and something I intended to put mine through tonight...sans lover because I don't have one.
Thoughts? Wanna send me your best ideas? Scenarios? Lines?
Hesitated to write about this one specifically because I don't want to encourage misuse of medicated ointments/medicines. That being said, this was pretty crazy.
I was staying at a friend's house across the city from home. Late night at one of my jobs. Due to having to carry my life around multiple times a week (crashing on 2 different couches depending on the week, day, shift, and juggling that with being home to reload clothing), I've been prone to some sprains/strains. It's still winter where I live, so sidewalks are death-traps. We're in that dumb phase where it's warm enough to turn everything into slush during the day, but nights are still freezing, so the uneven slush hardens overnight. Because I'm out between 4AM-9AM to get to wherever I need to go (depending on the day), and I get back to wherever I hang my hat for the night between 11PM-2AM, it means that most of my walking time is spent on the re-frozen death-traps we call sidewalks. I've twisted/sprained my ankles more times than I care to count this season. And doing it while carrying your body-weight in school stuff and weekly clothing/toiletries/packed lunch containers means double the aches and pains.
To combat the pain of injuries, topical pain ointment is part of my arsenal of stuff that I carry around.
So, I was staying at a friend's house and licking my wounds (figuratively). I should have been doing homework, but after contorting to get at back and Achilles tendons, I was exhausted and wanted some 'me' time.
I guess I didn't wash my hands as well as I thought I did after applying the ointment. So when I started playing with my navel, some residue got in there, and all over my stomach.
The thing about the ointment I use is that it's the kind that supposedly starts off cold and âicyâ and gradually warms up as it's rubbed in. Honestly, I don't feel the temperature change unless I'm applying like half the tube to the one spot, so I thought that the icy-hot stuff was just a marketing gimmick and not something the ointment could actually do.
I was wrong. The ointment works, exactly as described...especially if the area is sensitive enough.
The inner folds of my navel don't see much action. Q-tips, marbles, the occasional crochet hook or pin, maybe a suction tool if I'm home. I didn't have any of that while at my friend's place. All I had were my fingers, and I've been too busy and exhausted to play for a few months, so my navel wasn't scarred or raw or whatever. Still a bit sensitive 'cuz that area doesn't see much. Good thing it wasn't all scarred up from over-stimulation (particularly with pins and suction toys), 'cuz that ointment would have been ridiculously intense if it got into raw flesh. As it was, with my fully-healed navel, the ointment did its work and felt incredible.
The ointment heating up was something I've never experienced before. I've always wanted to try temperature play with my navel, but I never have wax/candles and I'm wary about handling flames and I don't think I'd be able to aim properly 'cuz it's hard to see where to dribble the wax when you're laying flatâand I don't want to leave a mess. Definitely, hot wax and ice (the stick molds intended to fit inside a disposable water bottle, for instance) is high on my list of things to try if I ever get blessed to experience a partner in this interest.
Anyway...yeah...the ointment was a happy accident 'cuz I guess I didn't rinse it off my hands well enough, or there was just enough stuck under my fingernails to get deposited into my navel. Felt like the gradual warmth after swallowing alcohol...but concentrated within my navel.
I do not encourage the misuse of medicated creams or medicine in general, but temperature play is 100% something I want more of, going forward.
Mm interesting. Sounds like I really need to be poking and prodding deep into that tummy then. Maybe using your navel to be even closer to the upset achy organs inside your stomach. As for the tea I think just enough for you to feel comfortably satiated.... and then just one more cup. Its not so much about the bloat aspect but more about flooding your already confused and upset insides with even more they need to try and handle.
Navel play? My, myâyou found the weak spot. My guts were keeping up a constant, upset gurgling, but literally, navel stuff sent it into overdrive. Every time I messed with my navel in any way, the gurgles got louder, angrier, and the sensations inside got much more intense. From feeling like my guts were squirming, to feeling like they were thrashing. Go ahead, go for the navel, if you dare...but you'd find some very reactive, twitchy intestines. Y'sure you can handle 'em?
I actually couldn't keep up any navel stuff for long by myself. The aches got more intense with it, My intestines would cramp painfully each time.
âComfortablyâ sated? No such thing as âcomfortableâ with my guts as upset as they are. Nothing is comfortable.
Flooding my intestines? Yes, please. Anything to flush the upset nastiness away. Seriously, days long upset stomach is not fun.
I don't know if it was me fasting all weekend, the green tea and ginger chews, or the fact that I skipped classes to lounge around, nap, and work on assignments on Monday that did it...but in reality, my guts actually do feel just a tad better than they did this morning. Still upset. Not as loud or volatile as it's been for the last few days though.
I think a mix of pokes and prodding the tight curve of your tummy is just what you need. Feeling how bloated and achy your tummy is as my hands run over the tight surface. Getting you some soothing tea to help the ache but it only makes your tummy slosh more with every squeeze.
The thing is, my stomach wasn't even tight. I know I mention âbloatedâ but there was no visible or tangible distension on the outside. My guts certainly felt bloated and uncomfortable, like they were full of sludge and someone was blowing bubbles in it...but...no distended tum to show for it.
Achy, absolutely. You'd likely feel the constant rumbling. And if you couldn't...you're not pushing in hard enough, I guess. My guts were constantly quaking and gurgling within me. Felt like a constant earthquake in my guts.
But yeah, literally, for the last 3 days, my guts have felt terribly upset to me...but from the outsideânothing. Totally normal. Hell, if you were around on Saturday night, you would have insisted that those noises must be pure hunger because I skipped lunch that day, and my tummy was technically going through hunger pangs, but the upset sludge clogging my intestines was refusing to let anything actually happen.
Ooof. Tea sounds like a wonderful idea...now. Seriously, between Friday and Saturday, the idea of swallowing anything at allâliquid or solidâmade me feel sick.
There's usually 2 kinds of tea I stock at home: 1) A Chinese type that's often translated as some variation of âIron Buddhaâ 2) Japanese Genmaicha (green tea with roasted rice). My go-to us usually the Chinese tea because it's my favourite. I've seen about 2 or 3 comments/asks replying to these upset tummy posts mentioning green-tea...so I reached for the genmai today and hope it'll stop this nasty upset stomach. Day 4 or 5 of a constant upset tummy right now. When I'm not paying attention to it, it's just sick and gross feeling. When I pay attention, I don't know if the brain sends signals to my guts and changes what it does/feels, or if it's just that there are achy bits that I ignore when I'm focused on everything else.
I bought some ginger chews/candy earlier. I'm not the only person around here dealing with an upset tummy, and a friend recommended ginger chews as a way to quell the upset, or at least enjoy candy. Hmm...how many ginger chews or cups of genmaicha before my tummy feels normal?
My tum's not exactly tight or distended. Would you still be poking, prodding, and rubbing it? Or does it have to have a certain amount of distension before it's worth your hands on it? Also, how much tea are you hoping to get into me? Sounds like a lot if it's going to âsloshâ. I currently have 1 C down the hatch. How many more?
It's been 2 days since Protein. Protein was Friday and today is Sunday. My tummy has been decidedly upset this entire time, so much so that I've actually been wary about putting anything at all into it.
I worked a full 8+ hour shift on Saturday. Alarm was set with time to eat breakfast, but I pushed it back an hour or so because I woke up and my stomach was still upset and gurgly. Stomach was upset the entire day, so I pretty much only nibbled on my lunch at work to avoid further upset. It wasn't nausea, or even 'queasy'...but there was this mild pressure in my diaphragm that was like âpuke?â and I opted not to explore that while at work/in public.
I got home right around dinner time and went to my room to change. I lay on my bed for a while, rubbing my stomach and trying to quell the upset. I ended up dozing off slightly and only sort of woke up an hour later to new sensations in my stomach.
Hunger.
My stomach was growlingâhunger growls...but they were mixing with the general upset gurgles too. So...stomach was still very much upset and intestines were still tied in knots...but stomach was hollow and demanding something to work on.
Still wary, but unable to sleep with the hunger pangs twinging on top of the upset grossness, I caved and went down to whip up something light. I had some noodle-soup and then went to bed.
I dreamed about eating. I dreamed about eating braised beef noodles.
I woke up 9 hours later...unheard of for me because I'm the type that gets up every 2-4 hours to pee (pretty sure not a medical thing, grew up with older siblings that'd absolutely ridicule you for having an accident in bed). I woke up, it's morning, and my stomach is bloated and upset.
Like...what the hell? Why's it so bloated? All I had was noodle soup, and not enough of it to even feel stuffed. The braised noodles were a dream. I don't remember how it tasted, and the restaurant we were eating in (in the dream) doesn't exist in reality anymore. So...what the hell? Why's my stomach bloated up like this!?
I know I don't sleep-walk or sleep-eat. I still taste the toothpaste I used to brush my teeth after the noodle-soup, so I know I didn't eat anything in my sleep in reality.
I need to investigate further, but I'm pretty sure the bloating is gas, not food. I guess the stress of the semester and trying to juggle term projects and multiple jobs have done a number on my guts and it's not digesting anything properly. The result is that whatever does make it into my guts is left to ferment and such because of bad digestion? Because the enzymes aren't working? Because it sits for too long or isn't digested as much as it should be when it reaches my intestines?
What would you do? Really craving more hands than just mine on my upset tummy. Bloated, achy, sick, and twisted into ridiculous knots. What would you do? Soothing rubs? Digestive massage? Sadistic prodding and sloshing? Describe it to me. Be detailed.
My stomach has been constantly gurgling and rumbling literally non-stop all day. Eggs were on sale where I was, so I had a lot of eggs. Trying to figure out what I can cook with them, as well as what I can pack for breakfast and lunches resulted in me scouring the internet.
Frittatas? Egg bites? Egg muffins? Whatever you call 'em, I made a bunch of those. They were delicious, but here's my problem: I normally do not eat much protein. My poor tummy was not expecting so much protein. It received the egg muffins and just sorta churned it up like âwhat do?â and I guess my intestines thought the same thing. It wasn't prepared to digest all that protein. I only had two for breakfast, and I could feel them sitting heavy in my intestines and bloating up my stomach the whole day. Filling, at least I wasn't hungry...but my guts were gurgling and growling because all that egg wasn't going quietly.
I had a latte from the campus coffee house. I know, what was I thinking, ordering a latte when I'm stressed to the nines over the semester, right? But well, I've drank so much bitter coffee in the last month that the thought of ordering a mocha, or an espresso, or even regular coffee makes me want to throw up. 100%, flavour fatigue for the flavor of coffee. So I started ordering matcha lattes and dumping ridiculous amounts of honey into itâbecause warm, honeyed milk is delightful...if your stomach can handle dairy.
Protein + dairy...two things already picking a fight with my guts and generating lots of gas and lots of gurgles.
Then comes lunchtime. I had 50 minutes between classes, and wasn't feeling all that hungry, but our next class was a 4 hour lab...so...if I didn't eat between classes, it'd be a good 5, almost 6 hours before I'd be able to get any food in my tummy, and I didn't want to get hungry in the middle of the lab. So I bought lunch, which also came with a lovely bottle of Coca-Colaâmy favorite.
So, heading into the 4 hour lab class, we've got protein, dairy, and carbonation absolutely wrecking my guts. So many gurgles. I was so embarrassed.
We get a break partway through the lab class, and I ended up literally running to the washroom and desperately trying to pass the mess in my guts. I only got a little out before I had to wrap up and return to class, the pressure only having gone down slightly, but my guts still being ridiculously noisy because it's not done yet and has decided nothing is going to be digested. We usually get two or three 10 min breaks in our lab class. We had two today and I spent both desperately trying to reduce the upset in my guts.
After classes, I stayed on-campus for another 4 hours to try to get some homework done. My guts were rumbling and gurgling the whole time. I felt like I had a Jacuzzi in my guts. I ended up using the washroom literally three times in those four hours, stomach desperately trying to eliminate the protein it wasn't ready for, and all that carbonation and dairyâall the undigestibles.
I ended up leaving campus, barely having done any homework. My stomach and other things are achingly sore. My stomach's still ridiculously unsettled. It's still gurgling loudly. My intestines are in knots, refusing to digest the mess. I've used the washroom literally twice since leaving campus, and my guts still feel ridiculously unsettled. It's like my intestines are 'shivering'--they're shaking, churning, twitching, and full of a ridiculous amount of rumbles.
Since coming back home, I no longer have to be worried about making noises or being gross in public. Shucking off my jeans was a relief, but the freedom from the confines of my waistband and belt have just set my intestines off and the rumbles literally make me feel like I'm riding a galloping horse or something. Since I'm no longer in public, I'm hyper-aware of the gas pains and pressure in my stomach, and I've been belching unintentionally as my body relaxes and lets it escape. I guess I'm too proud or shy to burp in public. Damn, the pressure in my tum is really uncomfortable.
I want to concentrate on homework, but my guts are too distracting. All the spasming, all the loud gurgling, the pressure. I desperately need someone to deal with my guts. My own rubs aren't settling anything. I need both hands to work on assignments, but my stomach refuses to settle. Well then, what would you do if you had this in front of you?
Woke up this morning to a true stomach ache. Not bloated, not stuffed, not nauseous or queasy, not gassy, and not needing to purge from either end. Just...pain. Note, the first half of what is under the cut is stuff to do with my academic institution. Rant/complaints because I hope to impart exactly what's stressing me out and how powerless I am to fix it.
Pretty sure it's stress/anxiety. Entering an extremely hard part of my program and everything is a mess. Instructors aren't competent. In the sense that they were not equipped to instruct. A lot of our instructors are first-timers. My institution has a bit of a staffing issue at the moment. The old crew is retiringâthey're the ones that got 'cushy' jobs. Full-time position, full benefits, pension/retirement contributions, etc. They are the last generation that will be offered that fake promise we all grew up with. There isn't a new crew. What the institution has chosen to do is offer âcontractâ work. It's less than part time. Less than âAssociate Instructorâ. What they have chosen to do is offer single course contracts to random people in this field. For example, if it's a legal assistant program (not what I'm taking, but is one of many programs offered at my institution), they've been reaching out to already-established legal assistants in our city and, essentially, giving them this sales pitch: âWould you like to make a few extra bucks? We need an instructor to administer roughly 5-7 hours of instruction per week. With grading and office hours, you're expected to work roughly 15 hours a week. We will pay you for 15 hours of work. Don't quit your day job, but maybe...y'know, your day-job gives you one weekday off? Wanna give it to us? And your evenings and some of your weekends? The only set hours we care about are the 5-7 hours of instruction and maybe 2 hours worth of office hours...so...9-10 hours that are set as having to be on-campus while campus is open...the rest of your week is yours to give to your other employer(s). Do this for us, and if you sign 3 years worth of these contract gigs...maybe we'll offer you a part-time instructor's positionâteaching 2 or 3 courses a semester. Still can't quit your day-job, but you can offer them half? 3 days for them and 3 for us, 1 day for yourself? Do 3 years worth of that and MAYBE we'll offer you an âAssociate Instructorâ position. What's that mean? We don't knowâwe haven't had anyone reach this point since we rolled out our new job-offering tiers 7 years ago.â
How do I know this is basically the institution's sales pitch? Because I work and volunteer in my chosen field all around my city. My coworkers and the people that I work beside outside of my institution have told me about these sales pitches. They've asked me what it's like, from a student perspective, while they mull over whether it's worth it to add 15 hours to their 35+ hour week in their current job(s). I have also been keeping my eye on job-postings in my field, and my fake quotes above are basically a dumbed down, meaner version of the business-speak these things are written in.
This is problematic on so many levels, but as a student:
The instructors literally do not know what they are teaching. They are literally given the contract to sign one week before classes start. They only receive information AFTER they sign the contract. And the information is often just a USB flash drive/shared-folder with pre-built modules. Pre-built powerpoint presentations that have been sanitized of any originality. No flash backgroundsâjust black text on a white background. And the text? 100% just copy-pasted from pages of the digital textbook. Instructors are given this and told âAdminister thisâdon't deviate from the script. Don't understand itâjust parrot it to the students.â Problem with that:
the content is riddled with errors. Nothing is in any sense of order. The module content isn't always in the same folder.
The content is from all over the place. 30% of it is from the 1970s and the slides/assignments have literally been flagged as too outdated to be of any useâthere are literal datestamps where it was recommended to scrap that specific piece of the course. And it shows up in front of us.
The instructor was given literally no time to prepare. They don't know what they are talking about. So when the students have questions, the instructor literally cannot answer them.
Literally, it'd be less confusing if we just read the textbook and learned from that, and only that. And at that point...why the hell am I paying tuition if all I do to learn the thing is read a textbook I can buy off Amazon for $120? instead, I'm paying $3500+ per semesterâso, $7000 for an academic year...to have an unprepared instructor administer misinformation and outdated stuff, and pieces that do not fit. Guess what? That's a recipe for anxiety. Because none of the pieces match. What I'm 'taught' isn't industry standard and hasn't been industry standard since before I was born. I'm stressed because the employers in the field are shaking their heads and giving me the shame-finger.
Deadlines, assignment guidelines, requirements for a passing gradeâall of it is unclear because 30% is outdated and irrelevant, the instructor doesn't know what's going on or what to grade me on, and the other 60% doesn't fit together at all and is not industry standard.
So...yeah...I'm beyond stressed because I literally dumped 5 years worth of my savings into this waste. I still want a career in my chosen field, but honestly, it looks like the industry as a whole is going to blacklist my institution for fumbling blindly as they are. And guess who is caught in the middle? The students. We lose our hard-earned tuition money, we lose our time and our dignity, and after getting that overpriced certificate, we're going to be shunned by literally every employerâbecause our institution isn't teaching industry standard anymore, and what they teach hasn't been relevant in 50 years.
Anyway...now you know the major stress-factor in my life. I blame this for my stomach ache. Woke up this morning with tears in my eyes. Partially stress and nightmares regarding being blacklisted from a career because my institution has chosen to shit the bed on absolutely everything. Woke up and my guts feel like they're tied in the worst knots. Feels like someone tied my stomach into a deadknot as well as 5 different points of my intestines, and someone was going in, tugging every knot tighter at random.
I'm not hungry. I'm not stuffed. I'm not nauseous. And I don't need to use the washroom urgently. There's literally nothing I can think of to get the knots in my tummy to stop tightening.
Because of all this stress, I haven't had a proper appetite in weeks. I try my best to remember to eat at least twice a day. I try to select good choices. Stuff with veggies, stuff that hasn't gone off. Unfortunately, I'm literally sleeping at 3 different places around the city every week. Three nights at home, two at a friend's house near campus, two at another friend's place near one of my jobs...and change/alternate number of nights depending on work schedules or class schedules. So...due to not staying at any one place long enough to cook or bother with having my own set of groceries anywhere...I don't get much in the way of fresh food. Cue dried veggies in ramen packets, stuff from cans and pickling jars as my main sustenance...usually paired with rice or noodles to flesh out the snack into a meal. If I'm lucky, I have a couple of pieces of meat. The most well-balanced food item I get nowdays is when I order a sandwich from a fast food place. Heavily processed meat, but âfreshâ veggies. I allow myself one of these maybe 2-3 times a week to not break the budget, and sometimes, a singular foot-long is split into the lunch and dinner for that dayâthere's my 2 meals.
When I'm under my home roof, there's usually miscellaneous leftovers nobody will tell me were cooked when...but they force it on me or outright dump it into my packed lunch without my consent. If I dump something into compost because I can smell that it's gone off, they lose their shit at me and call me ungrateful and a food-waster. Sir, you cooked this thing 5 days ago and left it sitting, uncovered, in the fridge for that entire 5 days. I am NOT going to give myself food poisoning over your choice to not eat your own leftovers. I did not ask for your leftovers! I literally don't have a permanent home, I work 2 jobs diagonally across the city from each other, and home is diagonally across the city from campus. I literally cannot afford to get sick/food poisoning and be tied to a toilet for a week.
Due to the shaming from people at home for wasting their leftovers (leftovers they won't eat, but expect me to), and the fact that there's literally never any space in the fridge for me to put my own fresh groceries when I'm homeâbecause it's filled with their rancid leftovers...I literally either eat out before going home, and just commit to going hungry until I'm no longer at home. So...the weekly rollercoaster of âstarve for 2 days, or eat rancid leftoversâ followed by âpickled/frozen foods at friend A's placeâ and âheavily processed fast-foodâ around friend B's place have messed up my guts a crazy amount.
I guess this morning, it all finally got to me. Stomach feels like it's imploding, twisting into knots, and just overall protesting the life I've led for the last year and a half or so.
Well then, what would you do? You're in the living room when you hear some tossing and turning coming from the bed, where I'm still in bed at noon. After having multiple panic attacks this week, you convinced me to skip classes todayâafter getting "home" from a late shift last night. I got home at roughly 11:30PM last night and basically just face-planted into the bed, where I've been ever since. It's currently 11:43AM. I call it "home", but it's your place. It's not part of my usual rotation between 2 other friend's couches and the family home I grew up in. With you convincing me not to go to campus, you invited me to stay at your place, where you can keep an eye on me.
You've been up for hours, lounging quietly in the living room to not disturb my sleep. And you hear it now. Shifting sheets, whispered curses, and whimpers. You approach the bedroom door, left ajar in case I called out to you. Peeking in, you see me on the bed, the sheets a tangled mess as I writhe on the bed, hands fluttering to different points on my stomach in a tell-tale sign of cramping, twisting aches and pains exploding absolutely everywhere within my stomach area. What do you do?
You poor thing! The need for pressure but pressure only making you sick. Definitely gotta poke around a bit, find the parts that are the sickest. Too avoid them, definitely đ. Maybe pressing things down a bit, try to force it into the intestines too soon
Response to: Hours of Operation.
Sorry for the extremely late response. Clearly, I lead a very busy life. Finally going through some old asks I haven't had time to respond to properly.
Honestly, anon, the idea of someone mapping out which points my tummy cannot handle...and saving that info to be a tease. Like, lulling me into a sense of safety with some languid, light circles...only to nail it right where it can't withstand it is my current mood/craving right now.
I still remember how ridiculously bloated and achy my stomach felt that night. Like, I was terrified I really would throw up, but my stomach felt too over-full to convulse enough for a heave. Trying to lay on my front that night is still vividly stuck in my head as one of the worst decisions I've ever made in my entire life. Like, it went beyond âtoo much pressureâgonna pukeâ straight into âcan't puke...stomach's gonna pop like a fricken balloon!â It just did not want to digest and no amount of my own rubs could coax it into doing anything. Granted, it wasn't just the upper right where my stomach-organ was that felt maxed out...centre, just above my navel felt ridiculously packed too. Like, literally, my stomach had zero hope of emptying because there was already something plugging up my upper intestines and it refused to go anywhere for those 7+ hours.
Stomach flu has been going around my area recently. I haven't gotten it, though I rarely do. But it's been inspiring me to write some personal fanfic stuff. Current premise that lives rent-free in my head:
CharaA has caught the flu and hasn't had much of an appetite for anything because of it, so they've been skipping meals and trying to go about their day as normal, even with a fever, chills, fatigue, etc. Not sure if this is supported by medical scienceâI am about the furthest thing from a med studentâbut the idea that the body needs something to vomit up to carry the flu-germs outta the body is involved. So...when CharaA doesn't put anything in, the flu-germs just take root deeper and deeper, proliferating and just causing them to be sick for longer and longer and messing up their tum more and more.
No calories in for a prolonged amount of time eventually means their body stops with stuff to fight the fluâcan't raise temp for a fever anymore because the energy/calories just aren't there anymore...and thus, flu continues to proliferate.
CharaB eventually finds CharaAâtheir loverâin this stateâtotally running on fumes and absolutely spent. CharaB figures out what's wrong and eventually makes it their job to feed CharaA and get some calories/energy back into them.
After so long of not having anything in their stomach, even small portions of bland food, like congee, or soup, cause CharaA to feel uncomfortably bloated. Their body takes a long while to process, but with calories in, body is frantically fighting for how to use that energy. Fluctuating body temperature as the stuff in charge of raising temps to fight the infection try to snag the available calories/energy, stomach and intestines still not quite remembering what to do when there's something in 'em. Flu germs have totally overtaken the tummy and now the body is trying to coordinate those digestive spasms. Imagine the body parts at war. Half want to digest the meal and divy up the calories to keep things running and spike temperature. Other half wants to purge the food and try to send as much of the flu germs out with the food. CharaA is stuck in-between...feeling super queasy, but digestive tract not convulsing properly to send the food in either direction...everything's just getting tossed around in their tummy...just growing increasingly uncomfortable...and their tum feels too full as things churn up in there, body refusing to pick a direction to send the stuff. All that churning, the food and the flu festering and fermenting in there...it's like when you find a can of diced tomato that expired more than 10 years agoâthe can will eventually warp as the botulism and other mess begins to produce gas and otherwise try to take up more room.
CharaB has a thing for this...tum is bloated and achy, and very, very sick. Looks like poor CharaA's system needs some coaxing. CharaB gets to decide what direction to try and send the mess before all that churning-in-place and festering/fermenting ruptures poor CharaA's little tummy. They've mapped out all the tender spots with light rubs and touches...now...what order shall they press to get their desired 'bad' end?
I guess...if it matters, in the fic I'm writing, it's male OC as CharaA and a silver-haired mafia boss from a popular mobile game as CharaB. Don't know if I wanna share the actual game name or anything, so that's all you're getting from here.
your response to my belly button convention fantasy thing had me BLUSHINGGG i'm gonma have to do more just so i can see what ideas you have for them ahaha xx
I can't believe I missed this!
Please do! I love your content and I'm learning a heck of a lot >////<
Glad to hear your doing okay! I will probably write something longer for this later but a few things definitely make having human hands on your stomach better than just the massager. For one if your really bloated or stuffed i can feel what area on your belly is the most sensitive. Gently caressing it or poking and prodding it like an overfilled water balloon. Another thing the massager can't do is pyloric valve abuse on of my favorite topics you cover. Dumping barely digested food lower in your gastrointestinal tract. Forcing your lower tummy bigger as you upper belly becomes achingly hallow. Finally the massager can't respond to your cries and pleas that your gonna pop if I keep pressing so hard or somethings gonna blow if I keep making you drink more. It won't squeeze harder or fill the next cup even more like I will. Hopefully that provides a few good points in my favor versus the machine. Let me know in your response if you remain unconvinced. Sincerely a friendly anon.
Interesting points, but:
I control where the massager goes, so I can get it to really nail a particularly achy pointâbloated or stuffed. Granted, human touch can have more pinpoint accuracy, and I guess I do have to be careful with the massager that I try positioning one of the rotating knobs only for the other one to come around and nail exactly the spot I'm trying to avoid getting kneaded. Like, the rotations are predictable, but this massager has a feature I can't turn off whereby it changes the direction of the knobs every minute or so...so if I miscount...it'll pinch exactly where my tum can't bear pinching. A sadistic lover would definitely do that too, but I guess it'd be more fun/more of a tease than the massager.
As for pyloric valve abuse...I don't know about that. Pressing the massager right at that point really works over that point well. I haven't tried using it while stuffed, so I don't know if it'll cause my stomach to empty faster. I have tried it first thing in the morning, and it definitely woke my guts up faster than normalâmaking things growl and bringing about the clenching of hunger pangs much faster than I'm used to.
As for responding to cries...I control where the massager goes and how deep I press it against my belly, so I can gauge when it's too much. As for making me drink more...not super into liquid bloating or chugging of shakes or whatever else. If I want to feel sloshy, I can generally get myself to chug some from my water bottle. If I want it to squeeze harder, I can just press it deeper against my belly.
Well then, human, ball is in your court. Right now, massager still wins.
Yes, I did end up buying a kneading-type massager. It's essentially like a scarf, with the device in the middle. There's 2 spinny things with different-sized knobs on 'em that spin opposite each other, built/timed in such a way that the big knob meets when both are at the middle, so they both go up? It's marketed as a âShiatsuâ-emulator.
It's marketed as a neck massager, but there are pictures of it being used on backs, legs, and tummies as well. It's basically a long thingy with the massaging thingy in the middleâyou know when you drape a towel over your neck and shoulders? That's what it looks like, really.
I have been using it a lotânot just for my stomach, but that's what I bought it for. Been having back aches as well latelyâsome combination of messed up menstrual stuff, stress, and carrying way, way, way too much weight. I'm the one tasked with carrying group project supplies around because nobody else can be arsed to bother with it. Project supplies, the fact that I routinely stay under 3 different roofs in any given week and bring clothes and toiletries around, school stuff strapped to me like I'm doing weight training (laptop, packed lunch, notebooks, textbooks, pencil case), and all the clothing because it's winter where I live and if you're not wearing at least 4 layers, parts of you will 100% freeze and have to be surgically removed. I didn't officially weigh it or anything...but the combined weight of the bags of stuff I carry around definitely weighs about 1.5-2 times the weight of an average person in their late 20s. I've tested this totally âscientificallyâ--it's actually less strain to lift any one of my friends than it is to get all my bags onto me. So...thanks to the extra weight I've been lugging across the city literally every day, my back finally decided to call it quits and I've had crazy back pain lately as well as messed up guts.
The massager has been an absolute godsend. My guts are still kinda upsetti...but doing better than they were before. Granted, it's Reading Week at my post-secondary institution, so the fact that I've been letting myself sleep without an alarm, and eating when I feel hungry, rather than when I have time, as well as the fact that I've avoided coffee/dairy while off from school has done wonders for my tummy. It still gets kinda unhappy and uncomfortable during and after meals, but between meals, it's not too uncomfortable. Been treating it to morning massages when I wake up under the roof where I have the massager stashed, and night-time massages too if I'm awake enough to remember to plug it in.
The big knobs on the massager are amazing. When I press the thing against certain points on my tum, the knobs really get in there and knead/pinch my intestines and give 'em an incredible work-over. I indulged in a bit of navel stuff before my latest go with the massager, and it was intense. I'd sucked it up and tied it off with an elastic. Didn't think to use the massager while my navel was an âoutieâ, unfortunately...but after a few hours of having my navel tied offâflicking and pinching at it as well as poking it with random objects, I finally untied it. It was sore and raw from the hours of play, and when I put the massager over my navel area I swear I saw white. It was intense. My intestines weren't doing much, but once the kneading started around the tender navel area my intestines spasmed like crazy.
10/10âget yourself a kneading-type massager for your stomach. Only thing it can't do is navel-play, I guess? Like, during my last session, I couldn't help but wonder what it'd feel like to have someone's mouth on me, maybe a bit of biting? But the sadistic kneading? I finally have that with however hard I press the device into my stomach. Not sure if this post will inspire anyone to shove something into my inbox, but feel free. What would you do? C'mon, send me something that proves to me why you're better than a machine. Or is that it? Should I give up on the idea of finding a human partner for this interest and make do with my massager now?
