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Anyone here into. Cuddling with bellies pressed together??? Like that’s so cute and so warm sksnskj ??? Specially for sick bellies when they’re trying to get their belly warm and comfortable ♥️♥️♥️
there’s nothing hotter than someone saying “my tummy doesn’t feel so good”
F u ck my guys
I love it when someone unintentionally or intentionally makes a belly ache worse than it already was.
Sudden motion making someone’s sick tummy sicker.
Irregular prodding making a character’s stomach cramp worse.
An already overstuffed tum just being filled with more and more food.
God it’s just so good dudes
i’m not sure which i like more:
- painful, bloated tummies that are rock-hard to the touch
- or soft, squishy, achy tummies that gurgle when you press in on them.
feeling some gross stuff today:
sick, unsettled tummies, with uneasy gurgles and shallow, greasy burps. late-night boredom stuffings gone wrong, lying in bed in underwear or a thin, tight t-shirt, moaning through belches, the taste of the food still in their mouth, massaging a noisy, bulging, upset gut.
That buffet anon is so valid…
Ya know what’s good?
just, bloated, upset tummies.
Someone with a sick belly trying to bring up some air and only managing a couple of burps that bring short relief before the pain comes back.
or they just can’t get anything up at all.
Like they overstuffed themselves and their left with a noisy and aching stomach, they move over to the couch to rub their belly but they just can’t get anything out. So they try to sleep it off, but even if they do fall asleep they’ll probably still be bloated and hurting when they wake up.
Settling the Bet...
A/N: This is the second epilogue (!) to ‘The Bet’ with Maggie and Mira. If you’d like to read/re-read the full series, check it out here (*since the tag shows more recent posts first, start at the bottom!)
*Vomit warning*
*Contains sexual content*
Tonight. Maggie had lost her bet with Mira, and tonight she finally had to fulfill Mira’s request – a request which was making her equal parts anxious and aroused.
She was going to stuff herself to the point of sickness.
Maggie never stuffed. Well, hardly ever. She preferred to watch others; she was aroused by the associated discomfort, nausea, pain… and enjoyed helping to ease that pain in the aftermath. But tonight, that would all be reversed. And sitting at her desk on Friday afternoon, it was all she could think about.
Eventually she gave up trying to work, finishing a few small tasks before taking the rest with her for the weekend. On the way home, she stopped to pick up the Chinese food Mira had ordered. The smell of the restaurant made something in her stomach flutter. She hadn’t eaten Chinese takeout for so long… partly because the last time she’d eaten it, she’d gotten sick.
Ideal, for tonight’s purposes.
The moment she walked through the doorway, large bag of takeout on her arm, Mira emerged from the hallway. Maggie stopped short. “God, do you want me to jump you right here?” She handed Mira the bag, eyes scanning her body – Mira was wearing clothing that could be described as ‘goth chic,’ spiky heels higher than anything Maggie had ever seen her in, eyeliner thick around amber eyes. Mira smiled innocently, tilting her head in mock confusion. Maggie bit her lip, smiling back. “You look… fuck, you look good.”
“Thank you,” Mira replied, pushing Maggie up against the wall and kissing her deeply. Maggie moaned, warmth rushing through her body as her tongue met Mira’s, hands in hair. When Mira pulled away, Maggie had to stop herself from grabbing her back. “Are you ready?”
Maggie knew she had to be the submissive one tonight, but even so, Mira had agreed that pushing the boundary could make things more… interesting. She pinched Mira’s wrist between her fingers, feeling for her pulse. “You’re already aroused, aren’t you? Chose that outfit specifically for tonight… can’t resist kissing me the minute I walk through the door…”
Mira met Maggie’s gaze, finding herself momentarily caught up in the spell she seemed to cast whenever she stepped into domme mode. Yes, there was heat between her thighs, the taste of cinnamon in her mouth from Maggie’s tongue. Maggie was teasing her, testing her, seeing if she could assert authority despite the fact that she was not naturally dominant in any sense of the term. She sucked in a sharp breath, forcing herself to focus. She shook off Maggie’s hand, taking a step backwards. “Enough. You are not in charge tonight, my darling. This is my victory. Now take off your coat, and go sit in the dining room.”
Maggie’s eyes flashed with rebellion as she smiled, nodding to herself. “Ah yes, you’re in charge, my dear. Asserting your authority, I see.” She knew she shouldn’t, but she just couldn’t resist – she dropped her work bag on the floor and pinned Mira up against the staircase railing, one hand around her throat, the other pressed to the thick black fabric between her legs. Yes, oh god, yes. She could feel Mira’s heat. “Ohhh, you are aroused. Just like I thought. You want to see me eat myself sick, don’t you? You want to watch me struggle to keep going, make me beg for relief, make me dependent on you for—"
Mira pushed Maggie away, the movement so quick that Maggie almost tripped as she stumbled backwards. Mira grabbed her arm, shoved her up against the opposite wall. “Yes I want you to beg… and you will. Because you are not in control tonight. So here’s what’s going to happen… You’re going to take off your coat and go sit in the kitchen, like I asked. And if I have to say it again, I’ll tie you to the fucking chair.”
Maggie stared at her in stunned silence, listening to her heart pounding in her ears for several seconds before remembering to breathe. “Fuck, Meer. Fuck. That was so…” Her words seemed to get lost in her throat, a small smile on her lips.
Mira smiled back, breaking the scene momentarily to ask quietly, “Was that too much?”
“No. No. That was… good. Very good.” Fuck. Maggie swallowed arousal, pulling her arms from the sleeves of her coat. “I’ve never seen you like that.”
Mira smiled as they walked into the kitchen.
Maggie was chewing a forkful of fried rice when she started feeling sick. Mira had ordered too much food, way too much food. She glanced at her, sitting across the table in her all black outfit, watching with an intensity that made Maggie… warm. Maggie swallowed thickly, groaning already. Her stomach was aching as it struggled to digest so much grease.
“You’re not nearly finished.” The words sounded quiet, cold. Maggie nodded, acknowledging the statement, then burped into her hand. “Oh, but you’re feeling it, aren’t you?” Mira pushed her chair back and stood, approaching Maggie and leaning on the table close to her. “Tell me.”
“This is a lot of food, Meer.” Maggie took a sip of water, one hand falling to her belly. Ugh, I’m so bloated. She unbuttoned her pants. “I already have a stomachache.”
“Mmm, good. I want you to eat as much as you can in the next…” She glanced at the clock over the sink. “…ten minutes.”
Maggie swallowed, her hand brushing over Mira’s on the table. “Kiss me…”
Mira smiled down at her, eyes dark with desire. Maggie knew she wanted to comply; dominant resistance was not her thing, not something she was accustomed to. “Not – ahem, not yet.” Mira rose, walked behind the chair. She slid her hands onto Maggie’s shoulders, massaging them gently. Maggie moaned, head falling back so she could make eye contact with her girlfriend.
“Can you see how bloated I am?” Maggie whined as she pulled her shirt up a little, exposing a slightly rounded tummy pooching out over unbuttoned pants.
“Yes I can,” Mira said with a smile, running her hand through Maggie’s hair. “Ten minutes…”
Only five minutes of eating (marked by stolen glances across the table, building arousal, soft groans, and stifled burps) had passed when Maggie dropped her chopsticks, clutched her stomach, and groaned loudly. “I can’t… I’m going to be sick if I eat any more. I need a break.” She looked up, meeting Mira’s glance. Mmmm. Despite how much her stomach was aching, stuffed and gurgling and ugh, so swollen – despite all of it, she smiled. “I need to be… fucked.”
The look on Mira’s face was incredible. Arousal and intense desire clashing with determination to remain in control of the scene. She swallowed, then smiled back at Maggie, rising slowly. “Alright.” She walked around the table, heels clicking on hardwood. She slid her hand beneath Maggie’s chin, lifted her head, fingertips gliding along Maggie’s jawline… “I will fuck you. But only if you keep eating.”
Maggie swallowed hard, clenching her teeth together as she held back a moan. “How much?”
“Oh no, I don’t mean a quota. I mean I will fuck you while you are eating.” Mira’s eyes were locked on Maggie’s, waiting for a response. Maggie shook her head slightly, not understanding. Mira smiled, then reached around Maggie’s body, slipped her hand into her unzipped pants. “Take these off…”
Maggie obeyed immediately. She wriggled out of her pants, her swollen belly gurgling and sloshing in protest at being jostled. She belched, loudly. “Oh god… I’m so full.” And so turned on… As she tossed her pants aside, Mira – to Maggie’s utter surprise – proceeded to crawl under the table and kneel in front of Maggie’s chair. “What are you–”
“Eat,” Mira ordered, voice muffled as she slid her hands up Maggie’s legs, pushing her thighs apart, pulling her ass closer to the edge of the chair.
Maggie was so turned on she couldn’t breathe properly, arousal hot and intense in her pelvic area, unsettling her stomach even more. “Mira… what are you… oh… oh god…” One of her hands slammed down hard on the table as Mira swiped a finger over her clit through her panties. “Fuck… fuck, I’m so…” She burped again. “Babe…” Her other hand jumped down to her stomach, which was beginning to feel very sick and queasy, struggling to handle so much food.
“Keep eating…” Mira said, even as she tugged at the waistband of Maggie’s panties, urging her to lift her hips. Maggie did, letting Mira remove them, reluctantly picking up her chopsticks to return to a beef and broccoli dish she’d barely touched.
Touched. She needed to be touched.
“I don’t know if I can *hic* ohhhh fuck…” No, no, not hiccups. But it made sense, didn’t it? She rarely ate so much so quickly, and she’d been drinking cold water the whole time, filling her tummy even more. She heard Mira groan beneath the table, felt a hand slide up to her bloated belly, rubbing gently as she drifted closer to Maggie’s heat. “I don’t *hic* know if I can keep eating, I’m worried that it *hicurrrppp* ohhhh…” Maggie swallowed hard, gulping back a bit of bitter liquid that had just come up with that wet, disgusting burp. “…that it will come up,” she finished, nausea rolling through her stomach. Despite her whining, despite the fact that this was Mira’s idea and she wasn’t in control, Maggie found herself loving every minute of it.
Mira paused with her lips inches away from Maggie’s clit, breath quick and hot against her inner thigh. “Eat, Maggie.”
Maggie obeyed, still hiccupping and fighting intensifying nausea. “Alright, I’m going to eat this *hic* broccoli.” And she did – very slowly and cautiously.
Finally, finally Mira’s tongue found her clit. Maggie gasped, hips rocking toward Mira’s mouth, chewing momentarily interrupted as she tried not to growl or burp or… vomit. “Ohhh…” With effort she swallowed the vegetables in her mouth, breathing picking up, stomach gurgling audibly.
“You’re so wet, babe…” Mira breathed, lapping up heat as she brought her girlfriend closer to orgasm. But she had no intention of actually letting Maggie climax. Not yet. It was too early.
“I… I know, but I… I can’t eat anymore, I *hic* feel sick to my stomach…” Maggie belched again, grimacing even as she moaned with pure pleasure as Mira continued to touch her. She took a shaky sip of water, panting now, her hand trembling as she felt her stomach churn.
And then suddenly Mira was out from under the table, standing over Maggie, watching. “You need to be sick?”
“I don’t know if… well, I’m going to be eventually, I just…” She burped, her hand over her lips. “Why did you stop?”
“I won’t let you come until you vomit.”
Maggie’s breath caught in her throat, her stomach twisting with arousal. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.” Mira placed her palm on Maggie’s bloated, heavy stomach. Maggie grimaced, the slight touch making her stomach clench, sending saliva into her mouth. “Don’t—“ Burrrrpp. Oh, no. There was something coming up… she swallowed it back down. “I ate way too much. It hurts…” Still, she smiled, trying to focus on the heat between her legs.
“Come on, darling.” Mira took Maggie’s arm, guiding her upstairs to the bathroom. She could hear Maggie’s stomach gurgling, noticed how Mag was cradling it, wincing as they walked. She was quiet, now – and Mira knew what that meant. “You did well, Mag.”
“I am going… to throw up…” Maggie paused in the doorway of the bathroom, body trembling.
“Yes, I think you are…” Mira turned on the shower, quickly removing her outfit, eyes on Maggie the whole time. She was pale now, a little shaky, hand moving to her mouth repeatedly as she tried not to be sick.
“How do you… want this to…” Maggie trailed off, burping wetly. “…happen?”
“However you want… you don’t feel good, do you?” Mira wasn’t usually the caretaker, but she thoroughly enjoyed taking care of Maggie whenever the opportunity arose. “Do you want the toilet or the shower?”
Maggie was so aroused it was painful. She was about to respond to Mira’s question when her stomach twisted, making her gag. She shook her head, rushing to the toilet just in time to burp up a ton of undigested food. As soon as it hit the water she burped again, retching up acid. “I need… can you…”
Mira knew what she was asking. It was time. She gathered Maggie’s hair in one hand, then reached down between her legs and started fingering her as she panted over the bowl, shuddering as her stomach continued to churn with waves of nausea. “Ohhh, yes…” Maggie gagged hard, then pressed down on her still-packed stomach. She coughed up a mouthful of liquidy rice, then belched up so much vomit she started choking, falling back against Mira as she tried to catch her breath.
“You’re okay, it’s okay.” Mira removed her hand from Maggie’s clit for a moment, ran her fingers through Maggie’s hair. “Are you done, Mag?”
The question was ignored. “Fuck me. Please…” Maggie swallowed bile, drawing deep breaths as she begged for orgasm.
“Are you sure you’re o—”
“Mira, please.”
“Mmmm, alright.” She slid two fingers into Maggie slowly, her thumb on her clit.
“Ohhh, oh god, fuck, I can’t… I…”
Orgasm and vomit happened simultaneously. Neither woman was expecting it; Maggie was groaning in ecstasy when her stomach decided it needed to eject more of its contents. “Ohhhh, Mira, I…” She was still shaking with pleasure when she lurched forward and threw up all over the floor, vomit splattering onto her legs.
“Shit, Mag, oh my god…” Mira jerked back instinctively, shocked. Maggie was coughing again, gasping for breath. “Okay, that’s enough, let’s get you in the shower.” She put her arm gently around Maggie’s waist, rubbing her back.
“It hurts, fuck, I didn’t expect—” Maggie burped quietly, hand on her lips. She wasn’t sure, but it felt like there might be something else at the back of her throat, threatening to come up.
“It’s alright, can you… stand up?”
Maggie nodded, ignoring the lingering nausea. Mira pulled her up, helped her out of her top and bra, and guided her into the running shower, supporting her carefully the whole time. “My stomach is… it’s so upset…” Maggie coughed, letting Mira cradle her, wondering if she was going to puke again.
“You’re okay. Your belly isn’t used to eating like that, love.” Mira rubbed Maggie’s back, water pounding her shoulders. “Do you… need to throw up again?”
Maggie’s arousal was starting to fade now, weakness sweeping over her. “I don’t know. Can you…” She took Mira’s hand, pressed it to her stomach.
“Mmmm.” Mira began to press gently on Maggie’s belly, wary of hurting her. She could feel it gurgling unhappily. Maggie looked so tired now, the sparkle gone from her eyes. “You did really well, babe.”
Maggie looked at her, a smile appearing briefly on her pale face. “So did you.” A pause, and then: “Make me barf again, so we can go to bed, okay?”
Mira flushed. She wasn’t an emetophile; she only liked to play because she knew how much Maggie enjoyed it, and she loved turning her on. But this… Maggie begging for help throwing up… there was something about it that made Mira warm. “Alright, Mag…” She pushed down hard on Maggie’s belly, patting her back. It didn’t take long before Maggie leaned over and painfully retched up what remained of her dinner, thick vomit hitting the shower drain.
Finally finished, Maggie caught her breath and straightened. “Now we’re even.”
Mira smiled, but she knew how exhausted Maggie was. “Yes we are. Come on, I’ll towel you off and spoon you in bed, alright?”
Nodding, Maggie leaned into Mira, laid her head on her chest. “Thank you.”
Mira made a noise of affection, kissing Maggie’s wet hair. “Love you, Mag.”
And that… was that.
Are you into burps by chance? If so, what are your favorite types?
I abSOLUTELY AM, MY FRIEND. Love me some good burps!
No surprise, my favorites are the stuffed-belly variety~
The loud, deep, ‘i just dislodged a pocket of air in my already very packed stomach and now all i can do is sigh in relief’ kind are wonderful
The tiny, strained ones that come from somebody trying hard to free up some pressure in their strained belly
one that I don’t talk about much on here wet, nauseous burps! Like, they’re clearly struggling to keep down the gross amount of food they gorged themselves on, and they’re starting to lose the battle….. those are always good when they’re accompanied by painful hiccups~
Something about tummy aches in business attire GETS ME GOING
seriously like a woman in a sleek and dark high waisted skirt that is form fitting on a normal day but suffocates her bloated upset stomach
and the tightness of it causes it to encourage belches to come up and out of her mouth at inopportune moments and she either has to let them out discreetly or can’t at all for the reason of trying to stay professional and it makes the pressure in her tummy even worse
And she tries to rub it carefully when no one is watching but can’t do enough at work to get relief or
ON THE PHONE WITH A CLIENT AND SHES GOTTA EXCUSE HERSELF TO BURP QUIETLY BECAUSE SHE CANT FOCUS
Or a man with his tummy bulging out in a too tight button down top and he wants nothing more than to open it up and give it a rub but instead it’s stuck behind the taught fabric and buttons and he sits at his desk in his little cubicle rubbing his belly and gets caught by a coworker and is so embarrassed or he’s in the middle of giving a presentation and he’s attached to a mic and it picks up his tummy growling angrily and it was bad enough to get up in front of all these people so damn bloated and hurting and if it wasn’t obvious enough they ALL had to hear it
And people leave snacks in the break room for anyone to help themselves to and he can’t pass up the opportunity for free food even though his belly feels funny and it only makes his buttons strain moreee
i... ate almost a whole bag of tortilla chips and now i have such a tummyache, ughhh :(((
Since I’ve been busy lately, while you wait for more fics please consider…
“I think I *urp* ate too much”
“I’m not feeling well”
“I… I think I’m going to… *swallows* throw up”
“My stomach hurts”
“I’m not done…”
“I need to be sick”
“It wants to come up”
“I feel so *hic* nauseous”
“Oh God… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean…”
“I… *burrrrp*… ohh. I don’t feel good”
And…
Characters whose fingers jump to their lips when a burp brings up a little more than air. Characters pale and sweaty drooling into the toilet. Characters struggling to speak as someone rubs their back. Characters barely able to stand up, getting sick in the shower. Characters too weak to move, getting sick on the bed. Characters burping up their dinner. Characters spitting out bitter saliva, knowing they’re not done yet. Characters feeling so sick they force themselves to vomit.
And, of course, sick characters being cared for in the most gentle, tender way… because pain accompanied by comfort is My Thing.
Request: Kara getting a much needed belly rub from Malia. Maybe Malia has learned a little bit of soothing from Ryder or Grayson and knows just where to press and rub to help Kara burp to feel better?
Yessss something for the girls. <3 Thanks for such a great request! :D
“There you are! We’ve been looking all over for you!”
Kara raised her head to see Malia standing in the doorway of the disused classroom that the first-years often used for spell practice. “Oh. Really? I’ve been here all afternoon.” She sat up a little straighter in her chair, swallowing the burp that rose precariously in her throat. “What’d you want me for?”
“The boys and I are going to dinner soon. Care to join us?”
“Ugh.” Kara’s hand moved unconsciously to press at her bloated stomach. “Thanks, but I think I’ll skip dinner tonight. I’m, uh—I’m pretty full.”
Malia’s eyes flickered to the piles of empty dishes sitting on the table and back to Kara’s face. “Oh no. Tummyache?”
“Sort of.” Kara tried to laugh, but broke off when the movement made her stomach churn. “Ugh. Probably shouldn’t have tried to cast so many different spells in the same session….”
Malia came into the room, letting the door swing shut behind her, and pulled up a chair. “Looks like you were working hard. How much did you eat?”
The concern creasing her brow was so cute. Kara bit the inside of her lip and distracted herself by pressing her a hand against the side of her belly. “Can’t even remember, honestly. All I know is that it’s not agreeing with me so well.”
“Aww. Maybe I can help.” And then—holy crap—Malia’s hand was reaching out, like it wanted to touch, like it was planning to rest itself next to Kara’s….
She stiffened a little. “Uh, Mal, I don’t know if—”
“Relax, Grayson’s taught me some tricks. May I?” Malia met Kara’s eyes, hand hovering an inch away. She waited for Kara to sigh and nod before going in for the touch.
Just that little bit of pressure made Kara’s stomach gurgle quietly. She let out a sudden small burp. “Oops. ‘Scuse me.”
“Oh, you poor thing. I swear I can feel your tummy churning.”
“Wouldn’t be surprised. I sure can feel it. Urp—ugh, sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, it needs to come out.” Malia moved her hand up to the hard, tight place at the upper part of Kara’s belly. “Lean back a little bit, would you? According to Ives, if you sort of gently push here—”
Kara let out a burp so big and sudden that she couldn’t stifle it at all. “Oof,” she gasped. “Yikes.”
Malia grinned. “Bet that felt good, huh?”
“Uh—yeah. Yeah, it did.” Kara’s cheeks were on fire. “Really wish I hadn’t eaten so much. I feel kinda silly.”
“You shouldn’t. I’ve done it before too. It’s easy to get so caught up in the magic that you don’t realize how full your tummy’s getting, isn’t it?”
“Heh. Yeah, exactly. Oof.” Kara winced as Malia found another tight place and gave it a press. Her stomach rumbled and sent up a belch. “Whew. That’s so much better.”
“We ought to get you something carbonated. That’ll help relieve all this pressure.”
“Think you’re—urp—doing a pretty good job of it already.” Kara let out a long, slow sigh. “You’re helping a lot, Mal. Thank you.”
“Hey, this is what friends are for, right?” Malia laughed. “Well—di-mage friends, at least.”
“Mmhmm.” Kara leaned back and closed her eyes, emptying her mind of everything except the heavy pressure in her stomach and Malia’s gentle hands. For a moment, she just let the world be perfect.
Then she sighed and sat up. “You should go to dinner, Mal. The boys’ll be wondering where you are.”
“Are you sure you’re all right? I could help you back to the common room.”
“Nah, I’ll be fine. I feel so much better now.”
“Well, I’ve got a nice lemon and ginger tea in the kitchen if you need it.” Malia put a hand on Kara’s shoulder before standing up to leave. “Feel better, Kara!”
“Thanks, Mal.” Kara kept up her easy smile until the door had swung shut. Then she sighed and carefully got up to clean her dishes, trying to ignore the one cramp in her stomach that had nothing to do with how much she’d eaten.
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yes hi tonight at work i went into the bathroom on my break as usual and there was someone in the stall next to mine throwing up like burp-barfing basically and i was soooooooo overwhelmed wow
Someone stuffing themselves on a holiday only to regret it l
Hey, anon! Wasn’t sure if you meant ‘holiday like Christmas’ or ‘holiday like vacation,’ but I chose the former and set this on Valentine’s Day. Ann is away on a research trip in Portland, and Kate is missing her… a lot.
*Note for all readers – if you’re into overindulgence leading to unintended vomiting, this one’s for you!
*Vomit warning*
Kate awoke to a blaring alarm and darkness. It was just another winter Tuesday, a Tuesday that happened to be Valentine’s Day. Her first Valentine’s Day ‘with’ Ann, yet they were spending it 2,000 miles apart.
She pulled herself out of bed and headed to the shower.
The day dragged. She taught her classes and met with students, but found herself surprisingly melancholy. Even the flowers that appeared in her office with a note from Ann made her cry… happy or sad tears, she wasn’t sure. Both, probably. She missed her so much.
On the way home, she stopped at the supermarket with the intent to buy vegetables and meat. Somehow she walked out with a bag full of chocolate and cheese. It was silly, really. Macaroni and cheese was children’s food. But it was true, what people said – it was comforting. And if she was going to eat it, she wanted to make it from scratch.
Two hours later, she pulled a bubbling pan of cheesy pasta from the oven and set it on the stove. She glanced at the clock – it was time to videochat with Ann. Right on schedule, her computer started chiming.
Ann appeared on the screen, hair piled in a messy bun and sweatshirt hanging off one shoulder. She looked tired but happy. Kate smiled, “I miss you” tumbling out of her mouth before she could even sit down.
“Oh my God me too! You have no idea – I’m so sorry I look like this by the way, we had a leak in our flat and we’ve been trying to fix it, and then there was a fire alarm and it’s pouring outside, so I didn’t have time to change which sucks because you look so gorgeous and I look like I’m about to clean a fireplace or something.” Ann finally took a breath and looked down at her outfit, sighing.
Kate laughed. “You look lovely, Annie. Thank you for the flowers, by the way.”
“You got them! Oh, I hope they’re okay. I wasn’t sure if that delivery service was—”
“They’re perfect,” Kate interrupted, making Ann blush.
“I miss you,” Ann said softly, eyes full of warmth. She pulled something into the frame: a small bonsai tree. “How did you remember?” she asked, biting her lip as she fought back emotion.
“Do you like it?” Kate asked, smile teasing at the corners of her mouth.
“Obviously I like it! It showed up this morning and I almost started crying when I opened it. Thank you, K.”
“You’re welcome.” Kate was about to continue when the screen froze. “Fuck,” she whispered to herself, waiting for the connection to drop (as it did all too often). When it did, they tried again – but this time they only spoke for a minute before it dropped again. After one more try, they gave up.
They could talk on the phone, but it wasn’t the same. Kate would have to eat dinner alone.
Twenty minutes later, she’d eaten half the pan of macaroni. She’d blown past ‘satisfied’ pretty quickly and was now sitting in the ‘too full’ stage, but she didn’t really want to stop eating. It was comforting. And there was no one else around to want leftovers anyway. She filled her bowl again and returned to the living room, where she was watching The History Channel. (Instead of Game of Thrones, which she had promised Ann she wouldn’t watch without her.)
Half way through the bowl she stopped to drink a bit of water, grimacing as she sat up to reach for her glass. Ugh, I’m stuffed. I need to stop. Her stomach was starting to ache, the heavy pasta sitting like a rock in her belly. She tried to burp, but couldn’t. Though the water helped rinse the chalky texture from her mouth, she was no longer sure she could finish her bowl.
She put a hand on her stomach and found it much more bloated than she’d expected. She unbuttoned her pants, unzipping them to give herself more room. Shit, I don’t normally eat like this. I shouldn’t – her thoughts were cut off by a loud belch. She groaned, startled but also relieved. A little room freed up now, she looked back at her bowl. I’ll just finish this, and then I’m done. She resumed tackling her meal.
By the time her fork scraped the bowl with the last bite of pasta, Kate had a terrible stomachache. She let the bowl clatter onto the coffee table, cradling her stomach carefully as it tried to digest everything. She moaned quietly, silently scolding herself for eating so much.
After a few minutes of sitting and gently rubbing her stuffed stomach, she made herself burp. It was a long, gurgly burp that didn’t do much to relieve her pain. Her tummy was churning, clearly not pleased with how much she’d forced into it.
She made herself get up to put her bowl in the sink. But when she walked (somewhat hunched over) into the kitchen, she saw the chocolate. No. I can’t eat anything else.
But she wanted it. Somehow her mouth was salivating at the thought of chocolate. She wanted it so much – she wanted anything that would distract her from how much she missed Ann. How much she wanted to feel her warmth…touch her hair…. kiss her lips…
Against her better judgment, Kate returned to the couch with a bag of M&Ms and some chocolate hearts. A special on the Algerian War distracted her enough to diminish the intense ache in her stomach… enough for her to eat dessert, at least. She’d consumed half the bag of candy and five chocolate hearts before her stomach released a low, ominous gurgle.
Her attention snapped away from the television. Still chewing, Kate moaned through a mouthful of chocolate. A big burp came up before she could close her mouth, the taste of cheese and chocolate mixed together nearly making her gag. Oh… oh no.
She pushed the chocolate away in disgust, her upset stomach rolling as she moved. Nausea surfaced without warning, forcing her hand to her lips as she burped again. She felt something wanting to come up her throat and swallowed hard. Oh God, I’m going to – I think I’m going to throw up. Abruptly, she stood and walked (hands clutching her aching stomach) quickly to the bathroom.
Her knees found the cold tile floor, her tummy very swollen above her unzipped pants. She burped again as she lifted the toilet seat and hastily pulled her hair to one side, mortified that she’d eaten so much she was going to be sick. I’ve never done this in my life. I must be…well, I’m in love, aren’t I? How ridiculously cheesy.
‘Cheesy’ made her grimace in pain. Her head hovered over the water, stomach so angry that she almost wanted to puke if it meant feeling less miserable. She rubbed her bloated belly a little, feeling it churn beneath her fingers. She burped yet again, this one qualifying as a ‘close-call’ that brought up chocolate-flavored acid. Breathing heavily, Kate shut her eyes as she sucked down a little air.
It was just enough to get something started. The guttural belch that came up turned into a heave, a mess of dark-colored, undigested food hitting the water as her body trembled. Fuck, fuck. It hurts. Not feeling much better, Kate waited for more.
It didn’t come. She flushed the toilet, eyes leaking salt water as her stomach twisted with horrible indigestion. No, no. This is worse than vomiting, please. Just get it over with. Her breathing was heavy now, her mouth getting dry as she panted through her lips.
It got worse when she started hiccuping. Hic. And as if hiccups weren’t enough, she was simultaneously hit by the worst nausea she’d ever experienced. Her stomach lurched with each spasm, but still nothing came up except a few gross burps that made her spit acid into toilet water. Uhhh, I can’t - why did I eat so much?
Still hiccuping, she finally felt her chest tighten as her tongue was flooded by a salty saliva that made her gag. She retched and threw up again, chunky vomit exploding out of her mouth. This was quickly followed by a burpy heave that brought up thinner, more sour liquid. She was vomiting so violently that she nearly choked – her body seemed to be scolding her for attempting to substitute food for love.
When it was over, Kate spat into the pukey water and turned her head as she flushed her dinner away. Exhausted, she fell back against the wall, wiping her mouth with toilet paper. Although no longer bloated, her stomach ached from all the muscle contractions.
So much for comfort.
Ann, please come back.
ugh i have such a tummy ache i actually told my gf about it because we were texting and i just... told her even tho i’ve never shared tummy things with her before and she’s being so sweet about it djklfjdk
I had an idea for a scene or short fic: perhaps the di-mage candidates are being tested on how well they can resist poisons/emetic spells (what's the easiest way to disarm them? Force them to empty their stomach, obviously!) and you can show us the results of that, hopefully with lots of noises, tummy pain, queasiness, maybe even emeto? (sympathy puking even, where one person's barfing sets someone else off, and someone else gets sick seeing/hearing them, etc...?)
This was one of the very first requests I got—sorry it took so long! I kept putting it off because I was very tempted to make it into a longer, more plotty thing that gets into the details of how di-mages can be disarmed… but in the end, I decided to go with something succinct and kinky. ;P
CW: people gon puke, get ready
“Urrrgh… mmmph… ohhh no, oh shit….”
Malia swallowed the food in her mouth and shuddered as her stomach churned. “Grayson, could you please stop moaning like that?”
“Ugh… I can’t—urp—help it. I feel so awful….”
“Of course you do. Obviously you do, because it’s part of this horrid assignment!” Malia wondered vaguely what idiot had decided there was any academic benefit in pairing up students, dosing them with emetic potion, and then locking them in a dark classroom to force them to work together. “But if you could keep it to yourself, I would really appreciate it.”
Grayson was hunched and shivering in his chair, with a mostly-empty pitcher in front of him and ball of magelight quavering above his head. The light was his responsibility; he was supposed to keep it going while Malia choked down the filling to cast an intangibility spell on the door.
He lifted his head slightly, peering through sweat-matted hair. “Malia, I—I hate throwing up.”
“Everyone hates throwing up.”
“Yeah, but I really hate it.” Grayson swallowed thickly. “It’s the world’s worst feeling, I really don’t want to…”
He looked absolutely wretched, and Malia might’ve felt sorry for him if she hadn’t been so miserably nauseated herself. “Look,” she said shortly. “If you get sick, I’m gonna get sick too. So keep it down.” She scraped up another spoonful, shuddering. “At least you don’t have to eat.”
“I think the—urp—the water’s worse.”
“How on earth could water be worse?”
“Keeps coming up a little when I burp. Tastes like stomach acid.”
Malia had to clench her teeth to keep from gagging. “That—that is so disgusting, Ives.”
“You asked!” Grayson shot her a dirty look before fresh wave of nausea made him go stiff. “Ughhhhh—urrrp—ohhh no, no….”
Malia sighed heavily and pressed the hand closest to Grayson over her ear. Putting food into a sick belly was hard enough without his groaning reminding her of how bad she really felt. She tightened her clammy fingers around her spoon and tried to think of something else—the window display in her favorite stationary shop, the smell of cherry blossoms in the spring—anything besides her queasy tummy.
At first she didn’t notice that Grayson was getting quieter and quieter. And even once she did notice, it was such a relief that she thought nothing of it. So it took her by surprise when she heard a sound like “—ugh—urrrk—” from Grayson’s direction and the room suddenly went pitch dark.
The shock sent Malia’s stomach into panic mode. She pressed one hand over her collarbone, as though that could somehow press the rising contents of her belly back down where they belonged, and took a few slow breaths. When the worst of the nausea had settled, she dared to open her mouth enough to say, “Grayson?”
There was a moment of silence. Then, faintly: “M’okay.”
“Were you sick?”
“Almost…. But I—ughhh, I swallowed it….”
“Good job.” Malia took another slow breath. “Can you get the light going again?”
“Yeah.” More silence. Then Grayson said, “Oh no… I can’t. I’m… I’m gonna have to drink more water….”
“Well, get to it then.”
“Malia, I can’t.” He sounded close to tears. “My stomach…. I’m—I’m so sick, I just….”
“You have to. And be quick, because I’m….” Malia swallowed heavily. The slow, sticky boil of her nausea was getting more and more insistent. “You have to hurry. Okay?”
Grayson didn’t answer, but after a moment, there was the quiet sound of water sloshing against glass and slow, careful sipping. She could hear him breathing hard through his mouth, sucking shuddering breaths in and out. There was a soft belch, a groan, and a watery stomach noise.
Then the light sputtered weakly back to life. In the dimness, Malia could see that Grayson’s eyes were screwed shut. He was pale and sweaty and the little swell of his belly was unmistakably lurching—
“Grayson Ives, don’t you dare—!”
But it was too late. He doubled over and puked up a gush of water. The sound of it splashing against the floor was too much—Malia’s belly clenched, and then she was turning away and heaving up what little she’d managed to get down.
There followed a deeply miserable moment, silent except for the faint, defeated gurgles of Grayson’s stomach.
“Sorry…” he panted. “I couldn’t… m’so sorry….”
“It’s all right.” Malia reached out and put a shaking hand on his shoulder. “Ugh. We tried our best. It’s all right.”
Meanwhile, in the next room over, Kara and Bramley used mutual support and reassurance to pass the assignment with flying colors! :P This was actually the first time I’ve written straight-up emeto with no stuffing component and… it was kinda hard? Hope it turned out okay!
Note: I am not accepting any new requests for the moment. Thanks for understanding!