"Ah, fuck. I'm definitely not getting paid enough for this."
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This is an OC content blog for Dominick Marsden II of the InCube kink storyverse. I'll also be posting belly-kink related content here. Please do not follow if you are under 18!
I'll be the first person to admit that I want nothing more than for my belly to be super loud and active as often as possible, but let me raise you this:
✨️You're sitting back, tummy warm and full after your meal. You can feel it start to work on everything you ate; slow, thick gurgles deep in your gut, the bubbling and shifting down your sides as it works through into your intestines, little pockets of air moving as everything settles✨️
✨️But no one else can hear any noises from your belly, not even you. It's like your gurgly little secret, like experiencing a massage only you can feel from the inside as you digest, and no one around you is paying any mind to it...✨️
very distracted thinking about liquid bloating rn. when someone starts out thirsty, taking eager, desperate gulps (the gulps) and each swallow lands heavy in their belly. when they start to get full and swollen, rounding out nicely, but they've still got room left so they keep going, more slowly now. when they suddenly realize oof, that was a lot, and they can't breathe as deep, so they have to inhale and exhale carefully. when there's only a little left and they're determined to finish but ooooh, they can feel their stomach stretch, and mmmphf that's a lot of pressure, and oh god it aches. but when they run their hands over their belly, it feels so good, and they marvel at how big they've gotten, and maybe they're at their limit for now, but just give it some time...
I ate 4 ice cream cones, spaghetti, a bunch of water and swallowed air, then dumped all of it into my pyloric valve. I can feel it CHURNING and growling against my skin, god its so :333
I feel so full of air and food, my intestines are practically squirming
yesterday my tummy was so upset and loud, I was so sure that I was going to have bad diarrhea, but I was on the toilet for a really long time pushing as hard as I could while massaging my tummy and nothing would come out. I spent all day at work today trying to discreetly rub my tummy because it felt so sick and heavy, but I still couldn’t get anything out. Finally I got home a couple minutes ago and my guts started making crazy noises. I’ve been rubbing my tummy trying to break up what feels like big gas pockets
ohhh I had to stop filming because now I’m finally having diarrhea and it hurts so bad… there’s so much gushing out of me right now and tummy feels and sounds so sick. It feels good to finally get rid of almost a week’s worth of waste, but the cramps are hurting so bad and I don’t have anyone here to help rub my tummy :(
I can feel the gurgles/rumbles rip through my belly and theyre so loud. I can even feel them with my hands😖the cramping is terrible and i cant lay still
You are a streamer that lets chat decide your snacks while streaming with their channel points. One stream you are bombarded with redeems that force you to drink soda after soda the entire stream to the point that it affects your ability to play the game and even causes wardrobe malfunctions.
By the end of the stream my shirt would be rolled up just to cover my chest, my bubbling belly on full display for all of my viewers to see... I can't stop belching for even 20 seconds, trying to rub my belly to soothe it just a bit, the carbonation inside keeps stretching my intestines... And the soda requests just keep coming, while i burp and whine from how full i am. "Chat, please, listen to it!" as i move the microphone closer to my gut, a cacophony of various bassboosted roars and gurgles can be heard as i continue to belch and try to drink another bottle.
Finally, i see a donation that isn't a soda request! Oh... It's a request for a pack of mentos... After i just chugged 2 liters of diet coke ...
Erenville tried to catch his breath, fingers clutching at the nearest tree for stabilization. He could feel the flush along his skin, heat unpleasant as it had been the past couple of days - a fever, no more, no less, but it had caused everyone to fret and hover, as far along as he was. Irritating, unwanted attention. He had simply wanted to pay a visit to Living Memory - one last one before the child was born, no doubt - as a final moment spent as close as he could with where he last had his mother. He had gone out as quiet as a ghost, not desiring any supervision-
-a mistake, now, he realized.
The pains were unbearable. Journeying to Living Memory had brought some discomforts, but he had figured it was simply a manner of how much walking was involved. On his way back, however, he found himself unable to press forward as pressure mounted.
It was hard to steady his breathing. It was hard to blink the spots and dizziness from his vision. All he could focus on was an intense need to hide away, brace himself, and bear down.
("Yak T'el, the, the forest..." had been all he managed into the linkpearl before a deep groan built up in his throat. If anyone had responded, he didn't know, the communication device set aside with his trousers and the small pack he had brought for the trip.
They'd find him. Someone would find him. They had to.)
An aching keen escaped him as he lowered himself onto his knees, still braced against the tree. Its bark was cool, blessedly so.
Perhaps his fever was worse than he had thought.
"Come now, Elene'shpya. You can do it, you're doing wonderfully."
At the sound of a familiar voice, Erenville dared crack open an eye.
"M-Mother?"
No response but for an encouraging smile.
Perhaps the fever was worse than he had thought. Visions of the dead were never a good sign when one was feeling unwell.
"Just breathe, you've managed so well, little bunbun. A little more, and the worst will be past."
Dazedly, Erenville felt below, shocked to touch what could only be the infant's head. How long had he been laboring here? Minutes? Hours? All he could see around him was the blue of the trees, and the warmth of her smile.
Erenville did not try to stifle the agony that climbed out of his throat, limbs shaking as he tried to keep his purchase on the bark. What did his dignity matter, in the end? He could not help the cynicism. Maybe a Mamool Ja would hear him.
He was so dizzy. His mother's face had been indistinct before, but now it was blurred with the rest of his vision.
Even so, her voice reached him, a gentle sensation like a hand at the base of his ears. "You can do it, sweetheart. You found the golden city, you've done much harder things before."
With a strangled yell, Erenville let himself lean his shoulder into the tree, ignoring the pain of its force as he let his hands hold and coax the rest of the infant out with the push. All at once, pressure dissipated, body moving on autopilot to finally sit on the ground, pulling the newborn up and under his shirt to rest upon his skin as he dazedly sat back against the tree.
His hand set to rub and pat along the child's back as he felt his breathing come further undone, suddenly feeling chilled along with his fever. After but a moment or two, there was a small shuffle and demanding cry.
"Oh, I'm so proud of you! What strong lungs your child has. You did so well, Elene'shpya-"
This time, he could not blink the darkness out from his eyes.
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Warmth. Overly warm, perhaps, but no longer cold. His head was resting upon someone's breast, a rhythmic motion swaying him while one arm kept about him tightly. A fabric was wrapped around him and the small weight he held close, the heat of whoever he was lying against desperately welcome in this moment. He was not sure what beast they were riding - chocobo, alpaca? - but he knew the scent of him anywhere, and instantly his nerves calmed. It was clear the other man could tell by the way the arm around him squeezed him closer for a moment.
"You're supposed to be the level-headed one, Erenville! What could have possibly possessed you to - no, I'll save this for when you're definitely listening. Trying to give us all a heart attack... It's a blessing that a Mamool Ja patrol found you when they did. The little one's okay - you're both okay. You might feel like shit right now, but - we'll make sure you're okay. Promise."
A tiny hand grasped at his skin, stimulated by their father's voice. Erenville could not help but agree with them, letting the sound of his love's words lull him back into an easy sleep.
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