full, bubbly bellies that are just filled with a mess. rumbling uncontrollably despite you begging for a moment of silence (and no aching). poor you, how will you ever calm your belly at this point?
I recorded this video almost a year ago. April 10, 2024, at 7 a.m., I decided to drink 1.36 liters of prune juice. I had terrible stomach pain and diarrhea🚽, but I loved the gurgling sensation😣.
I find my voice, finally, through tears that haven’t quite fallen yet.
“Look away! Look AWAY!”
The crowd only grows larger, some concerned, some amused, others disgusted.
My abdomen is seizing in a terrifying way that everyone’s felt at least once before, but it’s too late for me to do anything.
I can’t stand up straight anymore. My midsection hurts too much, but bending over causes my insides to lurch forward and my bloated belly to spill over my waistband. Instinctively, I clutch my stomach, to control the waves of pressure now moving downward. My knees buckle; the movement in belly happens again and I grab the nearest hand railing for support, my distress now abundantly clear.
I want to tell them all not to look at me, why do they have phones out?!
I try to speak, but all I can muster is a wail, “don’t look- oh, my god, I’m siiiick!” accidentally drawing out the last word to cover another ugly digestive gurgle.
Kinky OC was always my secret dream but now my friend encouraged me to finally do this.
So here’s Jade, an office worker, who has a bad IBS which is triggering almost daily, but all the symptoms kinda turns her on. She doesn’t want to admit it so she won’t trigger her IBS on purpose, but deep inside she enjoys it (while suffering of course).
I’m not a writer, I’m even worse at writing than at drawing lol so I’ll better be drawing some messy sketches.
(She’s also a lesbian because I make all my female characters being lesbians lol)
My tummy…it’s never looked like this before… I thought I was over the stomach flu but the noises and sloshes suddenly say differently…oh please, no…
I’m really gassy and uncomfortably nauseous but my intestines are squirming like crazy and I have this sickly feeling deeeep in my bowels. And as you can see, my stomach is full and sick.
oh god, someone help me.
Javi* (name has been changed) started his shift four hours ago. He swears he wasn’t feeling ill when he clocked in, but he came back to find me (a manager) just after punching out for his meal break.
Poor guy was chalk white and shaking, sweating. I didn’t see him much earlier, but I know this wasn’t the same cheerful, funny guy I knew.
Long story short (and believe me, he was trying make it short), he went to take his break. He went straight to use the facilities (el baño, el inodoro, he kept saying softly) and that’s when norovirus hit.
He obviously must have felt ready for some sort of bowel movement, because it wasn’t so much an accident, but definitely required a toilet clean. He was obviously embarrassed and in a hurry to get back to the same inodoro to clean up after himself, but I didn’t quite understand and kept him in conversation.
Needless to say, his female colleague had to close that men’s room, clean the stains he left in the toilet bowl and rim (I’m so sorry, Javi!), neutralize the odor and fully sanitize and document the cleaning.
So now poor Javi was in front of me, his manager, palming his audibly grumbling pot belly (he is NOT a heavyset guy), with his face alternating between that ghastly white and bright pink.
“I’m sick, estoy infermo,” his voice cracks weekly. “Anduve suelto…” (turns out, this was him letting me know his bowels were loose 😕 but I didn’t realize…yet).
By now, his palming had changed to all out rubbing his gut, and his voice was so soft that the digestive bubbling was a roar in comparison. Before I could even say anything, he spoke again, gasping. “Tuve… tengo diarrreaa…” as he winced through what could only be a stomach cramp.
Javi moaned the last word so it sounded like “dee-ah-ree-ah.” By then, I was still so shocked at how suddenly he’d become ill that his pronunciation prevented me from comprehending.
But he was sweating again, and again, poorly pale, mumbling, “me siento raro…” his eyes finally met mine and he said clearer “I’m sick.”
Finally, it clicked. Poor Javi had punched out, possibly with a strange tummy sensation but fully expecting to eat dinner…until he was suddenly sat on the toilet with explosive mushy diarrhea. And he was doing his best to tell me honestly, hand on his midriff, moaning under his breath, “diarrrea.”
Needless to say, I sent him straight to the medical bay (much to his disappointment and embarrassment). I know he wanted to get back to bunk and nurse his belly ache, but since I had to document his sickness…
i had to leave work super early because of how upset my tummy is :(. you can literally hear everything that’s stuck in my guts and it hurts so bad… i really need someone here to rub my tummy and take care of me rn
I had such a bad tummy ache 😔 I think the leftovers I had were off. A couple hours after eating, my lower tummy started feeling sick. It was so loud and rumbly and sloshy that I was scared I was going to have explosive… you know what. You can actually hear my poor belly groaning and sounding really liquid when I massage my lower gut.
I was so bloated that it hurt badly - I was so sore I felt like crying. I kept feeling like gas was building and building in my belly, rumbling and adding to the pressure inside my gut without wanting to, well, leave. I kept rubbing my tummy, trying to encourage the gas to move along but my guts were really upset and refused to be efficient. I had to lie down and moan, clutching my tummy in agony until the gas started passing through me. And even then, I still had a bad tummy ache… it took forever to feel better. I kept passing gas as my tummy cramped painfully, making me whimper in pain.
Today I had to run to the toilet immediately upon waking up, holding my upset tummy and moaning as my bad belly relieved itself. My belly has been feeling unwell all day. It’s not quite diarrhea, but my tummy is sick and unhappy. I’m still bloated and uncomfortable, and my guts are rumbling and feeling really full. I need someone to take care of my sick tummy 😔
A really strong reminder that a tummy doesn’t need to be constantly emptying to make us sick. Backed up intestines, full bowels and heavy stomachs are equally debilitating.
and a belly that’s revolting, sending half digested sludge up while adding to the pressure down below is absolutely humiliating.
Poor sweet girl, Jenny, I hope your tum got settled soon!
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