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person who usually greets their lover in the kitchen by wrapping their arms around them from behind, kissing and chatting, but this time they just mutely come up and press their conspicuously warm forehead between their shoulder blades, sighing & shivering
i really liked your writing about the chinese food? don't know if you remember what i'm talking about lol but something else like that would be great. sorry if this is too vague
I’m pretty sure I know the one you mean! If it isn’t and this isn’t what you had in mind, just hit me up again and I’ll write something else!
The annual fair has come back into town, and you and your friends decide to head out. Everyone is excited as there isn’t much to do in your small hometown so the fair is a big deal. Everyone is excited for the rides and entertainment, but you’re most excited for the food. Just thinking of the sweet treats and savoury snacks has your mouth watering.
Upon arrival you all decide to have a bite to eat before exploring too far. You head to a food stall close by, and decide on loaded fries. They all sound so good you order two portions so you don’t have to choose, you pick the chilli beef and the spicy pulled pork. You all sit down at a picnic bench and dig in.
You take a bite of the chilli fries first, the flavourful spices igniting your tastebuds like fireworks. You devour half of them before deciding to try the pork. When they said spicy, they meant it. You can handle your spice but even you find yourself needing a drink. Leaving your food with your friends momentarily you head to the milkshake stand. Peanut butter chocolate chip of course, and you make it a large. Why not you think, it’s part of the fun!
Returning to your friends you have a large gulp of your shake, the sweet taste feeling amazing in your mouth. You finish off the chilli fries before moving back to the spicy pork. By now you acknowledge the fact that actually, you’re not hungry anymore. But you can’t waste the fries so you eat them anyway, interchanging every other mouthful with a swig or three of thick creamy milkshake. Everyone else is ready to leave so you eat it all at lightning speed. You finish the fries and down the last of the milkshake before leaning back slightly. You’re overly full. Not completely stuffed, but beyond the point of being “comfortably” full. You give you’re belly a little rub, it’s protruding a tiny bit but not hugely bloated. You encourage up a huge belch, it’s thick with the milkshake and it lasts a long time. You’re friends laugh, and you all get up and make your way to the next activity.
You all decide on watching a fire eating show, followed by playing some carnival games. By now you’re feeling a lot less full, so when someone suggests a snack you’re all for it. This is where you’re gluttony sets in. Choosing just one snack out of all of the wonderful choices is too hard. So you buy a selection, stating you intention is to share it all out with your friends, though you yourself know that you’re going to have more than your fair share.
Donuts, churros, candy floss, ice cream, popcorn, deep fried mars bars, and chocolate coated strawberries (fruit is healthy right?) fill your arms as you find a shaded place on the grass to sit.
You go for a donut first, followed by a churro. Your lips and fingers covered in sugar. Annoyingly you find yourself feeling full already. Another small rub to your belly brings up a little gas, allowing for some more room. Next you eat the ice cream, it’s soft where it’s started melting in the heat. Each lick taste wonderful and refreshing, you chose a vanilla and it’s super creamy. And of course what goes better with vanilla ice cream than chocolate strawberries? You devour the lot in under five minutes. To break things up a little and refresh your palate, you then chug half a bottle of water. Once you pull the bottle away from your lips, you become aware of a heavy feeling in your stomach. You try to encourage up yet another burp, but instead get a regurgitated mouthful of water mixed with undigested ice cream. Swallowing it back down, you lean back, suddenly acutely aware of how full you are. The fullness is increasing by the second, and you’re stomach begins to ache a bit. Letting out a deep breath, you place your hand on you belly and begin rubbing circles on it, praying to aid it in the digestion of all the food crammed inside it. Your belly grumbles and whines unhappily as it tries to break down all of the sugar and fat soaked food inside of it. You can feel it bloating, expanding to accommodate all of the food it’s that you’ve shovelled inside. You feel a gas bubble forming, but even the thought of burping makes you feel queasy. You rub a little harder, hoping against hope that you’ll be able to disperse the bubble and hold out on burning until everything is a little more settled inside you’re now pretty upset tummy. But no, the rubbing just encourages the air up and you feel it rising within you, along with a lump of undigested dough filled stomach acid. No matter how much you try and suppress it, this burp is coming. You lean forward over your gurgling tummy, anticipating vomiting. But all that comes up is a gigantic wet, sickly belch that vibrates through your entire being. Once again you’re friends laugh, commenting on you gluttony and your iron gut. You don’t have it in you to tell them that actually your belly was feeling far from iron clad, that in fact you were in a lot of discomfort, bordering on actual pain. But it’s okay you think, as you’ll have some time to let your belly recover before moving on. Except you’re wrong.
One friend suggests moving on to the rides and attractions. Everyone eagerly agrees and you’re encouraged to finish up. You place the popcorn and candy floss into your rucksack, they’re both in plastic bags so can be eaten at a later date. Then you get to the deep fried mars bar. The grease from the batter has already leaked through the wrapping, meaning you can’t put it aside for later. You offer it around but nobody else wants it, all of them seem a little grossed out at the idea of the deep fried candy bar. You go to throw it away, but you are stopped by a friend who tells you what a waste it would be. That leaves only one option, to eat it. Your belly is upset already, still bloating bigger as you’re all wondering around choosing rides. You can feel all of the food mixing together and not settling at all. You’re gut has started feeling bloated and gassy lower down too, meaning that the fries from earlier are also upsetting your intestines, as much as you love spicy food it doesn’t always love you.
But you do it. Despite your poor tummy practically screaming at you not to, you take a bite of the mars bar. The mouthful of batter mixed with the sweet candy bar tastes divine, but you don’t have time to enjoy it. You forcefully swallow it down, taking another bite before your belly has time to process what you’re doing. Bite, swallow, bite, swallow, bite, swallow, bite. It’s the last bite that gets you. You hold it in your mouth way longer than necessary, because you can already feel the rest of it practically sitting in your oesophagus because there just isn’t any room in your tummy to put it. After a slow deep breath through your nose, you force yourself to swallow. The battered candy slowly slides its way down your throat, and sits itself in what feels like your chest. But you’ve done it. It’s all gone.
And then you get a sharp pain in the centre of your stomach. You’re tummy catching up to what you’ve just put inside it. It’s not happy, not happy at all. A long, deep gurgle comes from your stomach as it moves things around to find room. Room that doesn’t exist. Your stomach stretches, pushing tightly against your skin, tighter than it’s ever been before. Your belly gurgles some more, and the food settles like a rock in your tummy. Hard, heavy and unmovable. You’re friends have chosen a ride, one of those ghost trains with questionable scares and even more questionable sanitation. You excuse yourself from this ride, telling a half truth, that you think ghost trains are lame. You place yourself on a nearby bench as they get in line.
Once they’re out of sight, you allow yourself to feel the full effects of your food consumption. You leans back into the wooden bench, spreading your legs wide to accommodate you’re severely bloated tummy. You pull up your top. You are huge, like 8 months pregnant kind of huge. Your stomach is protruding far out from you, your jeans cutting into you tightly. You would love nothing more than to pop the button, but know if you did that then it would not go back together. You place your hands on your stomach and rub it desperately. It’s solid, when you push it doesn’t give at all, it’s so tight and round it almost feels like it’s actively pushing out against your hands whilst your rub. Sickening groans and sloshing gurgles continue to be emitted, as you experience the hot flushes and tingling sweaty sensations of nausea. Your bend forward, cradling your aching belly and rocking back and forth whilst also rubbing hard and fast circles over your engorged abdomen.
All to quickly you see your friends returning and you straighten up, not wanting to be caught. They all agree that the ghost train had been lame, though you’re not really listening as you fight off wave after wave of nausea. Standing up to join your friends brings a new issue. As soon as you’re upright you’re stomach seems to go into overdrive, gurglings and sloshing in your tummy, whilst huge cramps suddenly engulf your intestines. You double over, not sure if you’re going to throw up or shit yourself. You cradle you’re tummy and groan, feeling like a bloated whale out of water. Once the cramps finally pass you’re able to straighten up, only to see that your friends had already began to walk away and hadn’t noticed. You sigh a small sigh of relief before slowly waddling to catch up with them.
Walking isn’t helping. Each step increases the pain surging through every inch of your poor bulging belly. Your jeans are cutting so deeply into you that you’re beginning to fear they’ll actually draw blood. You walk with your hand up your shirt, rubbing profusely at your aching sick tummy. And then someone notices. They slow down, joining you at the back of the group. They ask if you’re okay, and by now you don’t have it in you to lie. You tell them how much your tummy is hurting, how sick you feel and how upset your tummy is. You pull your shirt up and let them see the swell of your stomach. They’re shocked, placing they’re hands on your tummy and pushing it slowly. You feel something rising in your throat and turn away, but only a small sickly burp escapes you. And then you stop. Your friends have chosen a ride. A roller coaster. You begin thinking up excuses to not go, but know they all know that you’re a roller coaster fiend.
That’s when your friend turns to you and quietly asks if you want to leave now feeling so sick or if you want to feel a bit better first. You look at them questioningly as they point at the ride. Oh. You stand there, wondering what to do, but your tummy is so sore, so bloated, so sick, you know what needs to be done. As you all queue for the ride, you and your friend remain at the back of the group. They place their hands on your tummy, rubbing it gently and soothingly. The pressure in you tummy is still growing, your belly so big and so tightly packed you can barely breath. Your friend moved their hands down and pops your button. Your fly undoes itself from the pressure, and your belly let’s put a huge groan of relief as it has more room to accommodate the greasy food and ever building gas and awfully digested food. You groan in painful pleasure at the release of some pressure, though by the time you reach the front of the line your belly is fully bloated and tight as a drum again.
They sit you two by two, your friend sat by you to offer comfort and continues tending to your belly as everyone boards. When the lap bar is pulled down, it pushes tightly into your stomach, and you let out a huge sickly belch along with a wet, gut wrenching fart. Your friend chuckles a little, patting you reassuringly on the knee before the ride begins.
The rollercoaster begins it’s incline and the contents of your tummy sloshes backwards making you nauseous once again. And then the coaster drops, and turns and jolts along the tracks. The insides of your belly splash and move in all directions. You close your eyes as the nausea builds and builds and builds. All of the food mixes and swirls within you, and you can feel it all bubbling sickly. Your skin is prickly with sweat as you feel acid rushing up your throat whilst you swallow thickly to keep it down a little longer. Finally the ride stops, the lap bar raises, and you run off of the ride and out of the exit. You don’t have time to find a trash can, your tummy is so sick and upset and the nausea is building fast.
Finally you exit the ride area and dash to the side of the path before collapsing onto your hands and knees. You wretch once, nothing but spit comes up. You wrap your arm round your belly, it’s so tight and painful that you can’t not do it. And then you feel pressure building again and you know what you have to do. You push your hand into you tummy forcefully, and that’s all it takes.
A wave of sickly sweet vomit projectiles our of your mouth, splattering onto the grass. You have no time to even breath before another wave forces it’s way out of your mouth. You vomit with such force you feel like you’re going to fall into your own sick. But a pair of hands grabs your shoulders holding you up.
Wave after wave of projectile vomit escapes you until you’re left dry heaving profusely into the grass. Your friend pulls you away from your sick and seats you between their legs. They tell you that they’ve made the others leave and it’s just the two of you. They rub their hands deeply into your tummy, interchanging between circular motions and palpating you’re still very bloated tummy. You assess yourself, seeing that you still look pregnant and that your tummy is still rock solid. As they rub your tummy you begin bringing up gas, belching wet sickly burps that occasionally bring up mouthfuls of partially digested food that you forcefully swallow back down. Then your intestines cramp, you force your friends hand deeply into the pain, and they rub hard forceful circles into it. Once the cramp passes they then focus on the lower area of your tummy. Groans and gurgle escape, and they get louder and more urgent sounding. Cramps begin to hit more frequently, and pressure continues to build. You know you’re going to need a toilet pretty soon and you know it’s going to be an awful experience, but you’re glad you’re friend will be here to help you expel all of the upset and pain from within your poor distended tummy.
Hi! How're you doing now? I saw before that you ate some pizza that upset your tummy :3
Hi ... ♡ Unfortunately it didn't work last night so I tried again tonight with my leftovers... I can't stop burping I'm so nauseous I just want to get it up and be over with it ... I wish someone was here to help me vomit ... I'm laying on my belly and spitting up all the saliva in my mouth over the side of my bed into a trash can ... sometimes I sneak my hand down to rub myself but I think I'd be fun to really finger myself and puke sometime ... but I'm too nauseous right now ... ohh .... my belly hurts so much
Sickie with a stomach bug whose stomach is completely empty… they’ve spent hours hugging the toilet, gagging and burping and puking up their nausea… but they still don’t feel right. Their guts feel hollow but still sickly, like they’re just waiting to reject the next thing that comes their way. Their mouth keeps watering with nausea, occasionally they’ll gag into their fist or quietly burp, hoping it’ll somehow relieve the endless queasiness in their stomach. There’s an air of malaise around them, and they can’t help but slump when they sit. They feel the need to protect their tummy, whether it be by curling up or just wrapping their arms around their middle. Eventually, bile and acid starts to pool in their empty gut, and they’re back to heaving, coughing and spitting up the secretions in their stomach that are making them feel so sick.
I just want to hear someone moaning, see them rubbing their stomach, burping, gagging up tiny mouthfuls of stringy spit. I want them to say, “i think I’m gonna be sick…” - want to hear “I’m so- nauseous” as they fight through the retch building in their throat.
I could watch forever, their heaving stomach as they get close, building up anticipation, breathing through it, begging for it all to come up, talking about how sick they feel, on and on. Drooling, tongue lolling out their mouth, gags getting more productive, like a mantra: “i think I’m going to… [gag, spit, sigh, moan]” And repeat.
Hello everyone ... ♡ I have been very sick all week but finally feeling better ... I ended up taking myself to the doctor to get some medicine because I was so nauseous constantly ... I will post more audios this week but for now, here is the one where I finally puked ♡
It was the morning after my post recent audio ... I spent most of the night gagging and emptying out from the other end but never puking ... I was so upset, all of that stuffing gone to waste ... I drank lots of water and early that morning I got up to go to the bathroom again and I gagged so hard when I pushed that I thought I was going to throw up into my hands ... I sat down on the floor in my underwear and leaned over the bathtub for a while and rubbed my nauseous belly, burping and burping ... I was so tired and not expecting to puke but finally it came up and it felt so good ♡
This was a few days after I was feeling so sick and burpy ...
I was craving the pizza that I ordered to try and make myself sick initially, but this time I really just wanted to eat it ... my belly wasn't ready for it at all, it was so greasy and I ate seven slices of it I couldn't help myself ... I was so queasy and nauseous for hours and hours, I thought I would end up like just a few days prior and not get any relief ... but a few of my wet burps brought up some of the digested pizza in my mouth, so sour and hot ... I laid in bed and rubbed my over bloated tummy, and tried to stuff myself up with water, hoping that having all of that with the pizza rolling around in my turbulent unhappy belly would force it back up, and I was right ...
I was laying with my belly on the bed, face over the side and barfing up mostly water at first, into a trash can I took from the bathroom ... it was so messy ... it got on the floor and the side of the cabinet that the trash bin was next to, I missed the bin two times ... at some points it was hard to get up, it felt like it was stuck, and I realized that the pizza was starting to come up, and then it started getting thick and really warm ... I love the sound of my puke hitting the trash bag ... my belly was so sick for hours after that, but that's all I could get up anymore ... I wish someone was there to help me puke up more ...
I had too much to eat tonight ... I split it to three parts so you can play them all at the same time ♡
I attended a party and I always stuff myself too full when there's free food ♡ I stuffed my belly full of little snacks that I wasn't counting, especially lots of sweets, brownies, cookies and cupcakes ... the icing on the cupcakes was so good, but it all started sitting bad in my tummy after I got a drink down ... I tried to make some room on the toilet but I couldn't get anything out ... I wanted so badly to sit in the bathroom and burp for some relief but the walls were too thin for me to do it in private..
I tried for the rest of the night to rub my tight, full and bloated belly in secret, and somehow tempted myself into eating more sweets and drinking flavored lemonade, and that's really, really not sitting good ... a friend even asked if I was okay, I'm not good at hiding my bellyaches..
I started burping and moaning on my drive home, I felt so sick ... there were a few times there where some of it splashed up but I didn't get to puke up anything yet ... hoping soon, but usually when I eat too much like this, I just have to suffer with a sour, full belly until some of it digests and I can get it out ... I rubbed myself a little while I was burping up...
"i think im about to throw up..." whoa thats crazy can i help i mean i can help i mean ill help u i mean can i watch i mean i want to watch i mean
From two nights ago ... ♡ I got really, really full ... I eat when I'm bored and I didn't realize how full and tight my tummy was until I was holding it over my underwear on the bathroom floor ... I had a lot of sourdough bread and macaroni and cheese, and lemonade ... that already wasn't sitting super good in my tummy all mixed together, it felr heavy at the bottom and I was already nauseous burping, but i thought I could digest it ... And later I was eating ice cream on my couch while watching a movie and my belly started feeling tight as I was eating spoonfuls of it and I started getting gassy ... I burped up some of the ice cream that I swallowed and realized I needed to move myself to the toilet ... I almost burped it up back into the container ♡ it took a while to get it up after I got to the toilet ... I got distracted and starting rubbing myself and the nausea got overwhelming again before I finally started burping some of it up ...
Puking it up felt so good with my belly feeling so so full ... even burping helped with the pressure ... ♡ It's been 2 days and the bloating has finally gone away ...
i’ve been so nauseous the last couple of days, but today i felt better. i shouldn’t have believed it. breakfast was okay, and lunch was a little questionable … the soup sloshed hours after, but with a burp or two is seemed to settle. i decided on italian, went to my favorite spot down the street. i started with bread, and salad, and by the time the main course arrived i felt somewhat full, but after living on toast over the weekend, i was ready for some real food. another bite, and then just another bite, i had one more bite! i could feel my waistband tighten. the room was cool, but sweat seamed to stick to my forehead. i had four glasses of pepsi over the course of the entire meal, and i think that was my downfall. my stomach protested on the way home, loud gurgles, a squeamish glurp. it rumbled, threateningly. and oh how it began to ache! at the stoplights i tried to rub it, but it was hard. the dull ache was becoming unbearable. i sat in my car for a bit, parked and unable to move. i thought about the soup i had for lunch. another grurgle. my stomach was really bubbling now. it must have taken me ten minutes to get from the car to my front door, but only ten seconds to the toilet. i stared at it, knees weak. i felt so sick. i was about to be so sick. then it came up. retching again and again, up came my dinner, and lunch. now my stomachs in knots again, and i’m trying to rub them out, but i don’t know if my belly likes it, it’s trying to tell me something … maybe breakfast wasn’t as okay as i thought.
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oh, anon. im sorry to hear that you’ve been feeling sick!! hopefully the feeling passes soon and you can eat normally again!!
but wow!! for what it’s worth this was a sublime retelling of the events with impeccable detail—the gurgling and squelching, your knees going weak, the sweat sticking to your forehead—i wish someone had been there to comfort you.
feel better, anon!! 💖 take it easy!!
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guys with nervous stomachs make me sooo soft. so cute
This audio was from a few weeks ago ... I was really gassy after some fast food I had ... I never eat fast food because it's so tough on my belly, but I was hungry and had to stop somewhere for a quick bite ... I ate so much, too, fries, nuggets, a burger, a soda I was burping so much, the whole way home after eating ... they weren't even fun sods burps, just nauseous fast food sick burps ... I think the burping made me feel worse and more nauseous ♡ I was in the bathroom burping for almost an hour and I finally burped something up after I started squeezing my stuffed up belly, and it felt so good, but I was still nauseous and burpy afterwards all night ... I had to rub my belly for a while, it felt so sick ♡
The last time I had food poisoning... ♡
There was a fruit cereal I used to love to eat...the pieces were all different colored little balls, they were the kind that made the milk sweet very quickly...I had several bowls of it that night, it was one of my favorites and I just wanted to eat more and more...I was so full from it all that I didn't recognize my nausea right away, I thought I just stuffed myself too full...I was so bloated, laying on the couch and thinking my belly hurts worse than usual...I thought it needed to come out the other end, so I sat on the toilet for a while to try to push it out that way, but nothing came, and I started to realize it was going to come back up right where it came from...
I went to bed with my trashcan close by...I kept spitting up into it from all of the saliva pooling up in my mouth from how nauseous I was...I was hoping it would simply end there, but I woke up in the middle of the night and my belly was churning and twisting and telling me it wanted the cereal out, I was tasting splashes of it with every burp I brought up...I stumbled into the kitchen to bring a mixing bowl back into the bedroom, and I sat on my bed with my legs crossed, my full belly pressing against the mixing bowl for only a few seconds before the cereal came gushing out of me. Ohh, it felt so good...I could still see the colored pieces in the milky slush...I was burping it up in waves...it was so hot and sour coming up my poor throat...I gave it a while before I thought I was done, and I dumped it into the toilet...seeing my cereal vomit swirl around in the toilet water made me so nauseous that I had to lean over and get up another gush of it...
That morning, I tried to be easy on my tummy and just eat a cup of apple sauce, but that didn't do the trick...I made sure to keep the mixing bowl nearby, and my tummy let me burp up even more of the cereal mix with the applesauce, oooh, I had really eaten so much of it...I never ate that cereal again...seeing it in the cupboard makes me so nauseous...