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Here, I'll be posting ramblings about my tummy at all it's highs and lows. I would love love love to do the same for you! If you are over the age of 18. Due to the general nature of this community, wether it is sexual or not (and i would prefer to keep the sexual nature of this topic relativley low on this blog) for you doesn't matter. Keep yourself safe by staying away.
Adults, feel free to send in all of your stomach stories! Wether they be yours, someone else's, real or fantasy. Just make sure to let me know what it is!
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General Info About Me
I love most things tummy ache related! I love the look, the gurgles and whatever comes out as a result of the pain.
I am relatively new to the community and would love to start participating in it!
Boundaries and Rules
I am an asexual female who is into kink. I respectfully ask that you refrain from sexualising me (or anyone who doesn't EXPLICITLY CONSENT) or asking me to engage in overtly sexual conversations.
I ask that you do not ask me to do things and that you refrain from telling me things you would want to do to me or my belly.
Do NOT private message me or ask me for requests. You will be blocked. I am not open for RP.
DO NOT ask me for belly pictures or sounds. I likely will not provide them. Feel free to send in your own, as long as no genetials or nipples (men, that goes for you too) are present.
If someone on this blog, me or otherwise sets a boundary. Respect it. Disrespect and crossing boundaries WILL NOT Be tolerated.
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I am Into, and Okay With
- Stomach aches
- Self Induced Stomach Aches
- Eating to the point of Sickness
-Bloating
- Stomach Sounds
- Diarrhea when in context of stomach pain
-Vomit
-Female Tummies
-Public upset tummy episodes
-Female Moaning
-Rubbing tight tummies
I am NOT Into
-ANYTHING involving pregnancy (Mpreg or otherwise)
-Diaper Stuff
-Scat photos
-Gaining
-Exessive gas (from either end)
-Getting sick on somebody
-Stomach aches solely in relation to kink
-Eating Disorders of ANY KIND
-Hunger
-Self harm
-Vore
All that being said
I hope that this blog can be a comfortable place for everyone. To ensure this, follow the rules and be respectful. Thanks guys!
I am paying the price of my day of belly ache inducing foods
Diarrhea mention under cut
I am typing this from the toilet. My stomach is rebelling. The diarrhea is urgent and explosive and not very easily held in. My bowel are so so so full and I keep having to rush to the toilet
thinking about a girl trying to edit a video of her gurgly belly for her channel, but while she listens back to the audio she finds herself getting horny all over again. listening to the constant bubbling and churning leaves her biting her lip and squirming in her chair. every once in awhile a loud groan tears through her headphones and makes her whine softly as her eyes roll back.
bonus points if she’s in a library or something and she has to hide how worked up she is listening to her own guts gurgle like crazy…
So this was unintentional. I made what was essentially spaghetti with bowtie noodles. I don't know if I overseasoned it or what but it was really good and I ate a LOT. Fast forward 3 hours later to brutal heartburn and waves of nausea. It came up in thick chunky but watery waves. At one point there is so much coming up you can even hear it leave my stomach. I had to squeeze my belly to help get it up.
Another boring meeting. Another 3+ hours of sitting in an ice cold room, listening to self absorbed yuppies praddle on about production goals, standards, quarterly percentages, more and more boring stuff. As i absentmindedly zone out from the drabble, my eyes scan the room. Suits, blouses, skirts, slacks, coffee, white boards with arbitrary scribblings all over them. Then there’s my coworker, Sage. A beautiful girl with a mocha complexion, reddish brown hair, freckles, and emerald green eyes. But she looked….different today. Almost off. She didn’t have the vibrant, bright glow to her today. Not even a smile. She looked….dull. Almost ashen. Are those circles under her eyes?
My attention was brought back to the meeting when the board asked a question about manufacturing demands. When going to answer, I heard a belch. Stifled, but still a belch nonetheless. My eyes darted to the source of the noise as I answered, and I noticed the burp came from Sage. Her delicate fingers were pressed against her bubblegum pink lips. The meeting continued, and in the somewhat quiet move, I heard another noise. An odd, wet gurgle. And another belch. It’s Sage. She’s sort of slumped in her chair, and I notice that underneath her skirt, her tummy is bloated. The fabric of her clothing is stretched against her soft, rounded belly. I look at her face. The ashen gray from earlier has turned into a sickly sort of green. We lock eyes. She lowers her gaze in a sort of embarrassment. Concerned, I pull out my phone and send her a text from underneath the table. “What’s wrong? You look kind of green?” Send. Her phone buzzes, she looks at the phone, then at me. Then back at the phone. She taps a reply and sends it. I check my phone. “Felt bad since this morning. Think I have the belly flu. Ate the catered lunch to try to settle it. Not feeling good.”
Oh no. A stomach bug? With a full stomach? She’s a ticking time bomb waiting to blow. And it was hitting hard. Her bloated tummy was releasing angry, sick gurgles all throughout the meeting. Her complexion only grew more and more green tinged as she continuously would stifle wet burps, her cheeks puffing out as her unwanted lunch rose into her mouth, only to be swallowed back down with a grimace. Her stomach would respond to the sickly slurry being returned to it with an indignant gurgle and a nauseous slosh. The meeting had at least another hour left in duration, and I wasn’t sure if her tummy could hold out. Her burps were getting more and more frequent. More and more wet. Her stomach continued to gurgle and churn furiously, and I could swear I could visibly see the nasty sloshing happening inside of it. Every swallow of nasty sick caused her stomach to slosh and writhe, resulting in the green spreading across her face to deepen. She slumped back as her belly gurgled pitifully, mixing around the sack of vomit she called a stomach inside of her. She burped again, placing a hand on her tummy. Then, it happened. A belch, a gag, and another belch. Her tummy clenched, her cheeks puffed out with a sickly *glurp* noise as her mouth filled with the churned, unwanted lunch from her flu sickened belly. Her hands clasped over her mouth, her face a deep, sickly green. Her belly was sending more and more puke up her system, and she wouldn’t be able to contain it for much longer. Will she make it to the bathroom? Will she release the load in her sick tummy all over the meeting table? Do I sit and watch, or do I jump to the rescue? So many thoughts coursing through my mind, and yet, something about this situation is oddly arousing….
Last night I got a little greedy and ordered more than I could handle. I'd been snacking on and off all day, mostly soft foods like baked goods. I had been drinking for a little bit too and really had a craving for this mexican place in my town. I was feeling a little excessive and got a chimichanga (deep fried burrito) with tomatoes, and cheese sauce all over it. The burrito itself is huge, but the dinner I ordered comes with a side of rice and a side of beans that also had cheese on it, as well as some chips. I was naughty and snacked a little bit more while I waited for my delivery to arrive.
I love this meal, but about halfway through I started to feel really full. It doesn't reheat well, though, so I pushed through. I grabbed another drink and rallied on. By the time I was finished, my stomach felt rock hard and I couldn't lay back without uneasy, nauseous burps. I was feeling a little off, I definitely knew I was pushing it. I stood to get another drink, hoping that a little movement would help. Standing helped a little bit. I was able to burp and release some gas. I took small sips of my drink and controlled my breathing. I decided that I might try going outside for a smoke, hoping that would help me forget how full I was and help me control my breathing.
Fuck, was I wrong. One hit gone wrong and I started coughing. My stomach was so full, each cough got closer and closer to a heave. I was able to quell the pain in my throat with a few sips of my drink, but things weren't settling well. I felt so bloated, my stomach was groaning under my palm, chastising me for thinking I could eat five pounds of fried meat and cheese in one sitting. To be safe, I returned to my bathroom, leaning against the wall in front of my toilet while I groaned and tried to settle my stomach.
Between the painful groans were burps, each getting deeper and wetter than the other. Swallowing felt like a mistake, and none of my burps seemed to make me feel any better. If anything, I felt fuller with each belch. I leaned over the toilet and spit. I know it's only a matter of time now. The usual dizzy feeling or cold tingle down the spine that signal the need to vomit weren't present in this moment, the only thing I could think about was how full I was. Taking a deep breath is hard, my breathing becomes shallow and I'm worried with each inhale which exhale will be the one that finally releases it. I burp a few more times, some mucus hacks its way up my throat and I spit that in the toilet. I pat my hand against my stomach, it's hard and unwavering. I dare to take a deep breath and I feel my stomach clench. I don't throw up, not immediately, but I get up on my knees and steady myself, ready for what is to come.
As I shift positions, so do the contents of my stomach. I burp, wet and long. For a moment I think this is it, but my stomach doesn't yet heave. I leaves me breathless and disappointed, impatient and uncomfortable. All I can think about is how full I am, and how desperate I am to feel better. It hurts; it's a solid, churning stone settling in my stomach. It makes every bit of me feel stiff, difficult to move. I wish I could move, but I know that being anywhere other than hovering over my toilet right now is a severe mistake.
I burp, and I retch but still nothing comes. I can feel the pressure growing, though. My meal is sitting at the back of my throat, it is only a matter of time. The gasses in my stomach are growing, I burp a few more times. Each time could be the moment I spew. I only burp once or twice before finally, I get some relief.
The first time I vomit it's mostly just liquid, the sips of drinks I'd taken trying to settle my stomach before making the mistake of setting it off with a coughing fit. I heave twice, right after the other, puking up probably about a glass of liquid between the two heaves. I feel the pressure in my stomach growing, I ground both of my hands on the floor. It's about to get bad.
The first heave was large. It started with a burp, but quickly turned chunks of meat and beans and tortilla into projectiles towards the porcelain of my toilet bowl: chunky, but still liquidy with my drinks. The heave was deep, and long. In the middle of the heave, I burp, creating a second, more powerful wave of vomit to follow. I feel a squirt of liquid between my legs as I heave; not enough to leak through my pants, but enough for me to notice. I try to catch my breath.
I manage a few deep breaths before my stomach tries to heave up my dinner once more. I retch once, coughing up spit. I burp, and up with it comes a thick stream of chunks. Some of the toilet water splashes up and hits my face as my barely digested dinner plops into the bowl. I burp again, and realize I still don't feel any less full from before. I know the next heave is coming, nothing but stomach acid and a cough. Another heave produces only mucus. I rub my stomach, irritated that it has yet to find relief.
Rubbing my stomach is relieving only in the sense that it jostled it enough to try and retch productively again. I burp, I sit up a bit more, I know my stomach isn't finished yet. My stomach is reeling and I'm exhausted, I know I'm not finished yet but I'm ready to be. This dinner was a mistake, I am suffering the consequences.
Again, I heave a few more times but my retches are hardly productive. I feel a bubble start deep in my gut, it makes its way up my throat. I burp, deep and long. For a second I think it will be just that, but at the last second my stomach heaves and I throw up a bit of liquid. I cough, and retch a small bit of liquid up once more. For the second time, my stomach betrays me and retches again as I'm getting sick, producing a more powerful wave of vomit directly after the first. I'm able to take one breath before I'm getting sick again. The power from the first few retches isn't there, but there's still quantity. It's thick, I can feel chunks of it still rub against my throat as it's expelled. My stomach is tense, I'm not allowed to swallow or breathe until I've managed to bring up liquid one more time.
I sit up a little bit, I rest my forehead against my arm. I have a moment to breathe. I still feel bloated and full, but not as sick as before. My stomach still rumbles though, I feel my mouth water and struggle to swallow. I burp again, spitting into the chunks below. I try to catch my breath. I heave, and struggle to bring up thick chunks of my meal. My stomach contracts again, forcing up even more food. I wonder if this batch even got to digest, it feels so thick I could chew it. I spit, and wonder if my stomach will release any more of its contents.
My stomach is still upset, but it's not heaving anymore. After several seconds I lean back against my wall. I burp several times. I'm sure that if I'd had water to drink in that moment, that I would have gotten sick again, maybe before I was able to reach the toilet. I didn't have water, though, and that's probably for the better. I still felt full, but I didn't feel sick anymore.
That is, for about another twenty minutes or so....
They’re not just on the surface — they’re sinking so deep into my warm, mushy tummy, twisting and throbbing in the most sensitive spots. My soft belly feels so vulnerable right now, every cramp going so deep it makes me gasp and curl up tighter.
I can’t stop rubbing it… it’s so tender and squishy under my hands, but the pain is buried so far inside.
My stomach has been feeling sort of off all day. I assumed it was because it had been a busy day and I'd had a lot of coffee today. I found myself relaxing around dinner time and my stomach still felt off. I tried to ignore it, but when I found myself wanting to gag I started to realize there was a problem. I hadn't eaten in a while, though, and no matter how much I gagged nothing would really come up. I decided to chug some water and boy did it work. My stomach felt so bloated, I couldn't grab the bin quick enough!
Nope, I'm not pregnant, just been constipated for a week straight. Again
I cannot imagine how tightly packed my intestines are right now, I'm not even farting anymore (which is unusual for me, as you know), and my belly feels like a sack of rocks... I feel like there's at least 8 pounds of waste in my guts. I don't have much clothes left that's able to hide my heavy, stretched middle at work, all of the shirts feel so tight ..
I even started taking psyllium husk in the end, because i'm getting so huge it's embarrassing (again) in front of my friends, even if i would looove to get three times bigger than this..
But it literally did not help at all so far, and i think it only made my belly bigger by expanding everything else in my guts... I can almost feel like the bloat is going to my flanks now😵💫 I honestly don't know for how many more days this will continue, i feel so full , even when I'm actually so hungry... Knowing there's a week's worth of food packed in my disgusting, bloated gut, but still naturally wanting to stuff even more into it, not caring for the consequences..
I just know if I don't even fart , it means the food inside didn't start rotting enough, so omg... I cannot imagine how bigger and tighter i will get after all of that starts fermenting...
Sometimes i just sit and rub my giant belly, wishing as always that this could be my default , permanently bloated body
Would someone help me massage my enormous gut in hopes of loosing things up ?...
