But uh, a little PSA for you kinksters out there on tumblr and basically everywhere:
Even if somebody runs a kink blog and they post a naughty thing every now and then, it is not their job to get you off.
Unless someone is actively asking for DM sexy times, try and have some fucking decency and don’t go all up in their messages going “omg I’m so stuffed show me your titties UwU”. That’s fuckin weird. Yes this has happened to me, no I do not like it.
I know this kink is niche but god, go look for content from someone willing to give it to ya eh?
Would it be possible to get a Carolyn and Leanna story where Leanna gets a stomach bug or perhaps food poisoning? That would be really awesome, I think they are very cute! Thank you :)
Sorry this took a bit, hope you enjoy!
There was an ease, now, with Carolyn. Leanna found herself speaking to her in the same tones that she would a social equal, though only in private. And, privately, she was a little disappointed and bewildered when the only response was a murmured "yes my lady" or "I understand, what may I do to help you?" She chafed at the distance while resenting her desire to close it. Leanna even found herself curious enough to inquire about Carolyn's private affairs, but got no more than the name of a nearby town and the bland response that she came from a family of printers and book binders.
"And why did you learn medicine, then?" Leanna asked, leaning forward in spite of herself. Carolyn shrugged, expressionless.
"My parents had enough apprentices, and I preferred people to pages." She said, and with a quick curtsey withdrew from the room before Leanna could ask her anything further.
Leanna rolled her eyes and returned to the embroidery she'd been fussing with before Carolyn had come in to tidy. As she leaned forward to pick up her hoop, her stomach cramped. Leanna leaned back, frowning. She hadn't been a glutton today, at least not more than usual - she had only eaten an egg and a few pastries for breakfast, and lunch had been the leftovers of Sunday roast with fresh bread and salad. Granted, she had taken a second helping, but that was nothing. And the roast had still been tender, even though it was almost a week old.
Engrossed in her embroidery, Leanna was taken by surprise when her stomach lurched again a few moments later. She set her hoop aside and breathed in deeply, carefully. A slow, deep cramp ran through her belly, and she let out a quiet whimper. Something in her belly wasn't settling. It felt a little worrysome, and a little exciting.
For the most part, when she was ill, Leanna controlled it- she ate, she drank, she filled herself until her body spilled over. But this time...there wasn't enough in her stomach. It was going to hurt, wasn't it? And she would need Carolyn more than ever.
The cramps were coming more quickly now. Leanna's stomach clenched and churned, and she had to swallow loudly before she could call for Carolyn.
The nurse appeared instantly, as if she'd been lurking outside the door. Leanna hunched over as another cramp rolled up from the base of her belly. She felt Carolyn's touch on her back, comforting and welcome but unable to ease the pain in her belly.
"You've taken ill again, haven't you?" Carolyn's breath was warm in her ear, as was her touch. "Would you like more to eat, lady?"
Leanna shook her head quickly, black curls clinging to her pale and suddenly sweaty cheeks.
"No food." She said through tight lips. "I didn't mean to get s-sick."
Her stomach lurched and she felt saliva collecting behind her tongue. She swallowed. Distantly, Leanna felt Carolyn come around the side of her couch and gently take her arm.
"My apologies, lady. Are you able to stand? Would you be more comfortable in bed?"
Leanna let Carolyn pull her to her feet, as always somewhat impressed by the strength of the maid. She was such a slight little thing- sometimes Leanna worried about simply snapping her in half. But Carolyn was stronger than she looked, and by now Leanna no longer attempted to hold her own weight. She let Carolyn support her entirely as the nurse lifted her from her couch.
The entire time, Leanna was wavering and weak, hot and cold by turns. Her stomach was roiling and her tongue was thick with nausea, but she had none of the warm, full pleasure of overindulgence. Instead...it was still pleasure, but it was a thin, high, needy and nervous pleasure. Once again, she needed Carolyn. She needed her to undo her corset and bustier, release her body from its constraints. She needed Carolyn to hold her upright as she whimpered and clutched at her belly. To wipe her sweaty brow, to pat her hand and tell her to be calm, be easy.
Leanna could not be easy. She was cradling her stomach in her arms, gagging and whining, as Carolyn led her to her bed. Leanna immediately lay on her side, curling into a shell around her churning stomach. Lying rather than sitting was no help at all. She belched and moaned, turning away.
"My lady...what did you eat today?" Carolyn asked softly from behind her. Leanna could feel her warm hand on her back. She let out another small sound of pain.
"Don't talk about food." She ordered in a weak voice.
"I apologize but I must insist. My lady's health and comfort is still my chief concern, and if this wasn't your plan..."
Groaning, Leanna summarized her meals, and was too lost in her misery to hear Carolyn's disapproving "tsk". She felt the bed shift and the comforting hand on her back withdrew.
"Wh- where are you going?" Leanna asked in a truly pitiful tone. Another cramp ran through her belly, and she clasped her arms tighter around herself. How cruel, when she was in most need, that Carolyn would desert her!
"To fetch you a chamberpot and water." She heard Carolyn answer from the door. " My lady...I'll explain when you aren't so ill, but even if you don't prefer to vomit, it would be easier. You should rid yourself of what you've eaten."
"What?" Leanna whimpered. "I didn't-"
Her belly interrupted her with a loud and painful gurgle, and she curled up again. Dimly, she heard Carolyn promise to return.
Only a moment after she heard the door close, Leanna felt her throat clench. She struggled upright, despite the spike of nausea it sent through her. She tried to hold her lips closed, be patient until Carolyn returned, but her body was having none of it.
An arc of thick, putrid vomit poured out of her and puddled onto the rug before her bed, splashing onto the bedskirt. She reached up to cover her mouth and then immediately abandoned the effort, wrapping her arms around her belly instead.
Despite not planning it, the pain rolling through her, Leanna couldn't help admiring the mess she was making. She leaned forward and vomited again, what felt like so much more than she had eaten that day. Her stomach cramped and she doubled up as Carolyn returned carrying a large bowl and a pitcher of water.
She rushed to Leanna's side, depositing the water so quickly that it spilled a bit on her bedside table. The bowl she thrust under Leanna's chin just in time for her to heave, drooling.
"Oh, my poor lady, my poor lady." She murmured over Leanna's desperate gags. "You couldn't have known. You'll be finished soon, and feel much relieved."
"Known wh-uuuuurp!- What?" Leanna tried to snap, but a burp forced its way up her throat. She buried her face in the bowl, shoulders heaving as she gagged. She could feel Carolyn caressing the back of her neck and stroking her hair back while she emptied herself out.
"Your lunch...you ate rotten meat. Don't fret, I've already had a word with the cook, and I won't be surprised if the rest of the household becomes ill as well...though I suspect you ate a bit more than the rest, so...."
Leanna was too lost in nausea to answer. The taste of her vomit as it poured from her lips *was* foul, not like when she ate herself sick...she found that thinking of it made her feel worse. She spewed a wave of brown chunky fluid into the bowl, splashing over a bit- not that it mattered, since there was already a large pile of vomit on the carpet.
"Caro-" she whined, not thinking before abbreviation.
"I'm here, my lady." The nurse's voice was soft, as was her hand, gently stroking Leanna's hair. Leanna vomited again, coughing weakly at the end of it. She felt her stomach churn and then empty, one more heave of mostly thin, bitter liquid that threatened to overflow the bowl Carolyn had given her. Through all the nausea and cramps, Carolyn was holding her, petting her.
At last, Leanna set the bowl to the side of the mess she'd left on the rug. She was breathing heavily, stomach empty but aching. She curled up against Carolyn without thinking, and to her relief she felt Carolyn's arms encircle her.
"Ars you feeling better, my lady? It's out of your stomach, though you may feel ill for longer." The nurse's voice was soft and calm, and Leanna found herself nodding and blushing, burying her face in Carolyn's chest.
"S-someone needs to attend to the rug. " she muttered, voice muffled by nausea and Carolyn's shoulder.
"Of course, my lady. As soon as you're resting." Carolyn said gently. Leanna made a pathetic little noise and was rewarded with soothing hands rubbing her back and a soft voice in her ear telling her she was alright. She burped and pulled back, thinking she would vomit again, but it seemed she had emptied herself. Instead she clung to Carolyn, retching unproductively as her nurse rubbed her back and told her she would be alright.
In time, Leanna slept, curled up into a sick little ball, clutching her belly. And each time she woke, in pain and nausea, there was Carolyn beside her. In the morning, she felt hungry again, and she could only see the ghost of a stain on the carpet.
I think more boys should be feverish and nauseous and whiny so you can stick your hand down their pants and edge them till they cry :3
I think it would be really silly and funny to give a boy food that he can’t stomach while he’s sick and then watch him burp and moan and throw up on himself tee heeeeee
Warning for my bros out there who haven’t gotten their cooties shot: woman
Now that there’s a female character in my line-up, I’m about to get some asks that’ll rival the freak of even God’s most freakiest soldier. And you guys can’t call me gay anymore, HA! Also this is Akami, she was featured in Full Measures and is a friend of Andre and Annex’s
I’m not one to post about myself on this blog, but I will one time as a little treat. Do not expect this to become a thing that happens regularly 👀
But I have been having mad heartburn lately and it’s been making me burp like crazy! It doesn’t really hurt my stomach that much, but it does make acid splash up my throat when I lay down sometimes. Which is pretty annoying. Apparently it also makes me super bloated sometimes, last night I just couldn’t stop myself.
I kept having these belches that would roll out of me for seconds at a time, and every time they’d burn my throat a little. It was annoying, yes, but also pretty hot I’m not even gonna lie.
Alright that’s all bye bye. I’m not doing pics or audios either so just know that in advance :3
In the weeks after her particularly disastrous dinner, it was remarked upon that Lady Leanna was rarely seen without her nurse attending to her. The gossip was that her illness had grown worse, and that was why she'd been clutching tight to the servant's arm every time she was seen. Despite her illness, Leanna was round and vivacious, her hips and belly swelling under her fine dresses. There was even a rumor that some secret swain had finally conquered her and impregnated her, and that was why she had retreated, somewhat, from public life. There was in fact a tiny grain of truth in that rumor.
Leanna's parents had been satisfied by her seemingly better behavior. She wasn't cadging sweets from the cooks anymore, and the wine cellars were untouched. Her parents were even starting to allow her to miss more social events. Leanna suspected this had less to do with her percieved correction, and more with the fact that she was leaving marriagable age behind as her younger (and better suited) sister Amelia entered it.
More important than the relief from social events was the way that Carolyn treated her. She doted upon Leanna now, more attentive even than before that night on the stairs. She had ceased to prescribe medicine and restrict her diet. Now, she rubbed her belly whenever it ached. She spoke with the seamstress about letting out Leanna's dresses. Almost at once she had become much more of a lady in waiting, now that she was complicit in Leanna's little secret. Leanna had been particularly pleased about the simple little scheme she had suggested, which Carolyn executed with her usual efficiency.
When given a bit of money, Carolyn would go into the village and buy food and wine for Leanna. It was simple, rustic, peasant stuff, but filling. Leanna had even tasted beer and mead for the first time, thrilling at the way they bubbled and filled her belly. She was spending more time in her chambers, refusing all servants other than Carolyn. And she was growing to rely on her subtlety, her care...it shamed her to value a servant so highly, but the woman had made herself indispensable. And then there was the thought of that first smile, not yet repeated. Leanna dreamed about that smile, that clear-eyed insolent gaze, more often than she liked to admit.
It was two weeks into their arrangement that Leanna felt the desire for true overindulgence, not just a full belly. She rang for Carolyn, who appeared immediately.
"Yes, my lady?" As always, she was pin perfect except for that unruly hair. Leanna's fingers itched to fix it. She vowed that as much as she enjoyed Carolyn's hands on her, she would never let her near her hair.
"I want a feast. Arrange it. As much food and beer - no, mead, I want sweet. Desserts. Pastries and puddings. And you're to attend to me while I eat. A-and after."
Even now, when Carolyn seemed happy to feed her, Leanna stumbled on her last words. The admission of enjoyment still felt dangerous. But Carolyn simply nodded and curtseyed, and went about her appointed tasks.
In an hour, she returned to Leanna's suite, bearing a tray piled high with various baked sweets. She set it in front of Leanna and went to bank up the fire.
"I'm sorry, my lady, but I may have to make several trips. If I'm seen delivering so much food to your room...let alone alcohol..."
Leanna was already selecting a beautiful croissant. "Use your judgement." She said, and took her first bite. "And bring me as much as you can. But you must be there when I want you to...to comfort me."
"Of course, my lady." Carolyn answered with another curtsey. No sign of blush or tremor. Damn the woman, she was like a brick wall. And then she was gone again, off to do whatever she did to perfectly attend.
Leanna tried to pace herself, wait until Carolyn returned, but she quickly devoured the first tray of pastries. It was a gorgeous array of little cakes and pastries and puddings, no doubt arranged secretly with the manor cooks (she couldn't have missed a patisserie in the village, could she?). But the enjoyment of the sweets was somewhat ruined by her frustration with Carolyn and herself. Her appetite was diminished, but the way her belly swelled wasn't quite as exciting as it had been before. By the time Carolyn returned, she was pacing, one hand peevishly rubbing her belly.
"What kept you?" Leanna snapped. Carolyn bowed her head and handed her a large jug of mead.
"It was difficult to get this to you without being seen, my lady. Would you prefer me to stay, or would you like more food?" Carolyn's voice was as even as ever. Leanna snatched the jug from her, and her stomach grumbled loudly.
"More food. And be hasty. I'll need a..a..." she stammered as she tried to speak about her secret again. Red faced, she forced her way through the words. "I'll need you to bring a clean chamber pot as well. Or s-something else for me to....to vomit into."
There it was, plainly spoken. She took a deep draught of mead and set it down, cheeks flaming. Ridiculous to blush for a servant like this.
"I'll be back shortly, my lady." Carolyn said, and exited the room as soundlessly as she had entered. Leanna was beginning to suspect she was some kind of wraith.
As before, she drank with a certain sort of petulance. When she was alone, when she had been doing this herself, it had been exciting. The slow build of pressure in her belly, the nausea, then the release...the disgusting little secret made more exciting by the fact that it was disgusting, and it was her secret. She had enjoyed this herself for many years. Why did it less satisfy her now that it was shared? Why did she care so much about what this blank slate of a woman thought of her?
Leanna resolved to put this all out of her mind and focus on her body. It didn't matter what Carolyn thought of her. Carolyn had to do as she ordered. And Leanna knew how to enjoy herself with or without an unreadable nurse.
She sat back by the fire and gulped down mead, heedless of it running down her chin. It took her far less time than she wanted to finish, but she was now feeling pleasantly hazy.
With a queasy belch, Leanna relaxed back into her couch. The warmth of the fire was pleasant, as was the weight of her belly pressing on her. She stretched out and cupped her belly, massaging it gently. Another, louder belch forced its way up her throat, and she moaned happily. The manor was in wine country, and her parents considered mead and beer to be uncouth, and forbade their servants from drinking in the manor apart from holidays. Before Carolyn, her only taste of these fizzing drinks had been a rare, exciting flute of champagne.
The thought of Carolyn brought a frown to Leanna's face. She found herself wishing that it was Carolyn's hands massaging her, as she had done before with lesser meals. What was keeping her?
Well, she could go hang, Leanna thought with a sudden drunken venom. She didn't need her, she just needed to be sick and touch herself and sleep. She'd be sick on the floor to teach her.
She was just raising herself from her couch to do so (with significant effort) when there was a light knock and the nurse slipped in.
Carolyn was carrying an enormous piece of sponge cake, decorated somewhat artlessly with dollops of whipped cream. Despite her anger Leanna salivated at rhe sight. Before she could heave herself upright fully, Carolyn was offering it to her with a prim little bow.
"My apologies for my lateness, Lady, and for the presentation...I had to make the cream myself.
Leanna paused, halfway through taking the platter.
"Yourself?" She asked. Carolyn nodded.
"There was none prepared. I would have asked the manor cooks, but I suspected it would have been remarked upon. Again, my apologies."
Leanna took the plate and fork at last, aware of the blush in her cheeks again. She was unwilling to lose her sense of grievance, so she snapped, "and the chamber pot?"
But her voice lacked true anger. Part of it was that she was starting to feel a bit ill, but there was also...she wondered if it was difficult to whip cream. She had never considered it. And there was something about the messiness of the dollops that charmed Leanna against her will.
"Outside, my lady. And a jug of water. By your leave?"
Leanna waved her fork dismissively and took a bite. It was rich, and the cream had soaked into the sponge in a delightful way. Despite her growing nausea, she ate with alacrity. Carolyn silently removed the previous dishes, set the water pitcher across the room along with a linen cloth, and placed the chamber pot near the couch. Leanna was grateful that Carolyn had obtained a particularly large one.
She handed her plate back to her nurse with a groan of effort, brushing crumbs from her dress.
"A-attend to me." The swell of her stomach was pressing at the seams of her dressing gown. Moaning lightly, she eased back against the couch, admiring it. And finally, Carolyn seated herself beside her.
Leanna sighed in pleasure as Carolyn massaged her belly. there was little give in it, all of the food and air making it as hard as stone. But Carolyn managed to avoid tender spots. Her skillful hands seemed to know exactly where to press, where to stroke, and where to knead in deeper. For a long, gorgeous time (she could not tell how long) Leanna belched, and moaned, and melted.
"Carolyn...." she murmured, all grievances forgotten in her current bliss. The heat of the fire had become less comforting and more sickening, and she could feel the sweetness in her mouth turning sour. Her tongue was thick with nausea, and between her legs was a heat that had nothing to do with the fire.
"How may I please you?" Carolyn asked, and there was something in her voice that made Leanna open her eyes.
Carolyn was looking back at her again, that shameless look that she had given once before. Leanna should have been offended, should have wanted to slap the glasses off her for her impudence. Instead she felt herself flood with pleasure. And her mouth with nauseous saliva.
Leanna struggled to sit up, her heavy belly weighing her down even as it began to heave. Carolyn supported her as always. She had not had her nurse's hands on her while throwing up since that night, and the thought sent a shiver down her spine.
"I....I'm going to vomit." She gulped, holding Carolyn's gaze as well as she could. "Continue to...tend to my stomach....and if I-"
She interrupted herself with a loud retch, and Carolyn reached for the chamber pot.
"Yes, lady?"
"I-" Leanna belched and jerked forward, a flood of sweet, brown vomit pouring from her mouth. It was thick from the pastries and cake, but it passed easily through her lips. It barely made a sound on the porcelain as it spilled into the chamberpot that Carolyn had thrust under her chin.
Gagging, Leanna took it from her- it was large enough that it had to be held with both hands, and she wanted Carolyn's hands on her. She had abandoned speech for the moment. Her throat clenched and she vomited again as she felt Carolyn gently brush her hair back from her face. Then oh, a hand on her back, and then blessed touch on her heaving belly.
Leanna buried her face in the chamberpot and let up another gargling wave of sick, smaller this time, but louder. The gas in her belly was forcing its way up, sending thrills of pleasure at the way it tickled her throat. She burped and retched, bringing up mouthful after noisy mouthful as Carolyn ministered to her. Her head was spinning, and all of her senses seemed narrowed to a point at the base of her belly. With each heave, she felt Carolyn's fingers digging expertly into her body, coaxing up more and more vomit.
At last, Leanna caught her breath, blinking at the chamber pot in her hands in astonishment. It was almost overflowing, bits of half digested cake floating in a sea of mead. And her stomach was still in turmoil, despite the pleasure of Carolyn's touch.
"I-" Leanna's voice was strangled, and she had to clear her throat and spit in a way that was unbecoming of her status. Carolyn was looking up at her attentively, her gray eyes focused sharply. Leanna tried again.
"I need you to empty this discretely. A-and quickly. I'm not finished vomiting. And I...need you to continue attending to me until I am finished. And then you will be dismissed."
"Of course, my lady." Carolyn said softly, taking the chamber pot from Leanna. She held it carefully, close to her chest, and then reached forward to tuck a lock of Leanna's hair delicately behind her ear. Leanna felt heat run through her body. The look between them was electric, Carolyn's cool gray eyes meeting Leanna's bright green ones. Leanna felt her breath catch in her chest. And then Carolyn was turning away, slipping out of the bedroom door and leaving Leanna alone again.
She slumped backwards, clutching her still rotund belly. Her mouth was filled with the taste of vomit, sickly sweet and coating her teeth. She ached for Carolyn's touch.
It felt like hours, ages, but it was likely more like a minute before the door opened again and Carolyn returned with the chamberpot emptied, even cleaned. Leanna, who had been cradling her overused stomach and belching quietly to herself, reached for it desperately.
"If I may, my lady...would you move forward?" Carolyn asked, holding the vessel out of reach. With a pouting frown, Leanna did so, reaching again for the pot.
"How d-huuuuurp- dare you make me wait fu-UUURP-further..." she sputtered, agitating the remaining bubbles in her belly. As she closed her eyes and let out a series of deep, long burps, she felt Carolyn sitting beside her, moving closer, closer...
Leanna's eyes snapped open as she was suddenly encircled, the cool porcelain of the bowl pressed into her belly again. But now there was a warmer pressure. Carolyn had wrapped her arms around Leanna's heaving stomach from behind, holding the chamberpot in front of her. Her body was warm and soft against Leanna's back, and her breath tickled her ear as she spoke.
"Does this please my lady?"
Leanna answered her with a hiccuping moan, bowing her head forward. She could feel both Carolyn's arms and the porcelain swell of the chamberpot compressing her belly, and now that she was leaning over it again...Carolyn must have been hasty in cleaning. It still reeked of vomit. Leanna had half a thought of chastising her and then it was lost as the rest of her gluttony poured out of her.
It was only a few heaves this time, helped by the pressure Carolyn was putting on her belly. Freed from holding the chamberpot, Leanna clutched at her chest as she spewed, and risked running a finger coyly between her legs. She could barely concentrate, however. The vomit poured from her mouth profusely, leaving her gasping.
By the end, her stomach was still twisting and hitching, but no longer so painfully compressed. She glanced down, breathless, and couldn't help smiling. She had almost filled the chamberpot again. Behind her, Carolyn whispered into her ear.
"Are you satisfied, my lady?"
"Almost." Leanna wiped the last bit of bile off her lips, and took the sloshing chamberpot into her own hands again. She had outdone herself, she thought with admiration. As had Carolyn. Who still had her hands resting on the swell of her belly.
Leanna blushed, and set the chamberpot down dangerously quickly, almost spilling it. The smell made her retch again, and Carolyn's fingers tightened on her...she whimpered and covered her mouth.
"Easy, easy," Carolyn said softly, steadying Leanna as she so often did these days. "I'll make you comfortable, lady, you've tired yourself out."
"Yes...yes, help me to bed...and then finish the cleaning, and you'll be..." she lost her thought. Carolyn was making no attempt to help her stand. Instead she was holding Leanna close from behind, hands wrapped around her and smoothing her belly. Leanna let out a loud moan of pleasure.
She was aching in a different way now. Her belly was slowly calming, but she desperately wanted to touch herself...wanted Carolyn to touch her. Not just on the belly, she wanted her hands lower. Between her legs. But that was impossible to say after being so forthright about feeding and emptying herself.
Again, time seemed to distort. Leanna was still dazed from food and heat and alcohol and vomit, but most of all from the slim woman pressed against her back.
Carolyn was surprisingly soft- Leanna had expected to be poked by, if not sharp elbows, a sharp whalebone corset. There was none of that. Only comfort- her soothing embrace and the soft rise and fall of her bosom against Leanna's back.
Gently, Carolyn caressed her, hands gliding over her still unsettled stomach. Leanna's breathing slowed and she leaned back against her nurse, sighing. She closed her eyes, surrendering to Carolyn's ministrations. She must have slept, then. All she remembered was Carolyn's breath in her ear, the touch of her body sweeter, more delicious than anything she'd eaten that night
Lowkey been bouncing sickfic character ideas around in my brain. I really wish I could be consistent enough of a writer to be churning out fics on the weekly but man I am just not.
But uh I want to make fantasy emeto content because I don’t see enough of it.
What if polycule consisting of a pathetic guy, a succubus who wants to make him cry, and succubus’s gf who also wants to make him cry. But is slightly nicer about it.
I also want more emeto smut where the sick one gets tied up and fucked sick nasty style so idk expect that also if I ever get around to it who knows
Some dude by the name of Bellyedits-b9g doxxed a content creator, "Blacksamba", whose videos were well-known around the community many years ago (around 2017-ish), but left the internet (I assume from harrassment)
This bellyedits guy randomly decided to doxx her on sunday, and included her full name, location, occupation, face, and a bunch of personal info. For no reason. I'm not even kidding, this guy just woke up one day and decided to doxx a random lady who isnt even in the community anymore.
Came across the video on accident, and quickly realized that this dude is. Idk how to say it nicely but he's low-functioning. So I went to his comments and let him know that this isn't an okay thing to do, about the harm it could cause, and that he should probably take it down.
I also saw that there was a minor on his channel asking him to stop stealing and drawing over her art, and he has yet to take anything down. I warned this guy that this could get him in trouble.
...
Now hes trying to assemble some chud-squad against me?
(the callout video he made of me??: https://youtu.be/ImIoFL6tCoE?si=YtIaENIwCiSppTD1 )
(The doxx video he made on Blacksamba for no fucking reason: https://youtu.be/EsY_-p5TewI?si=V86P5WF1cHvkRKWF )
I dont know what to do. I reported his videos and channel, but he has other social media (linked on his youtube) and he seems really obsessed with doxxing innocent people for fun.
I don't have any connections in the community nor leverage, but if anyone can help put a stop to this, it would be much appreciated. Its sad how people will go out of their way to harrass belly content creators, ESPECIALLY women of color.
Idk what to do but maybe someone else does. I'm scared to get involved any deeper and mess things up.
❤️❤️❤️💕💕💕💖💖💖💘💘💘 Manifesting that every cringe ass fake edgy larper shitting up the emeto tag gets hit with a nuke straight to their blogs ❤️❤️❤️💕💕💕💖💖💖💘💘💘
Just found out butter burgers were a thing. Like, a burger that literally gets a whole big glob of butter on it. Along with an optional glob of onions stewed in butter.
And I can’t help but look at that and think: “god, under the right circumstances that would absolutely destroy someone’s stomach.”
Imagine someone stopping by that diner with their partner on a roadtrip. They’re starving after a long day of driving, and a rich indulgent dinner sounds like a great reward for their efforts. So they get one burger, maybe two? Some fries, an iced coke.
Their partner orders something far lighter, leaving enough room for a slice of pie. And seeing how amazing it looks, warm and smothered in vanilla ice cream, how can they say no?
They just have to get a slice.
By the end of dinner they are already far too full, it’s a struggle to get back to the car. Luckily it’s their partner’s turn to drive, and they’d be settling down at a hotel soon enough.
It takes longer than expected though, stuck in the middle of traffic. The stop and start of the car jostles everything they’ve stuffed into their stomach. They gaze out the window with hazy eyes.
Every minute stretches on as their discomfort rises. They bring up burps that taste like pie and grease and sour butter, once in a while it makes them gag. Everything’s churning but nothing’s moving lower, the food sits concerningly high in their belly, they keep feeling it rise in their throat…
“How long until we’re there…?”
“Should only take us about twenty more minutes. Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m just tired.”
They were, it was getting pretty late. But it was also that the nausea was getting worse by the second. They lean against the door, one arm slung over their belly. It’s terribly bloated now, and god does it hurt. They sneak a hand under their shirt to undo the button of their jeans. The small bit of pressure that is relieved quickly gets filled back up again. They need to get out and soon.
Finally they arrive to their destination. And while their partner is checking in, they are gagging into the lobby bathroom’s toilet. One hand grips the seat, the other their cramping stomach. All they’ve brought up is gas and a dribble of acidic puke. If the pressure doesn’t ease up soon they’re sure they’ll either start crying or just pass out all together.
In the middle of another fit of heaving they feel a warm hand on their back.
“Aw honey… I didn’t know you were sick. Do you need some help?”
They’d been too caught up to notice their partner had come in, but they were quick to soak in the attention.
“Please…”
The hand on their middle moves to lift up their shirt. Their partner picks up where they leave off. Unzipping their paints and pulling them below their waist.
Lowkey really hate what I’ve been seeing in the emeto tag lately
I don’t wanna be a nag or anything, but I will say: please be careful when browsing the emetophilia tag, look before you follow. I’ve been seeing an actual alarming amount of minors in the tag recently and it’s weirding me out. If you see some teenager trying to advertise themselves to pedos, clock that shit, report them asap.
Shale gravid and feeling sick + Hal giving them belly rubs bc I'm horny for a very specific brand of alien eggpreg and if no one else will make it I will
Too many minors have started using the emeto and tummy kink tags lately I stg. Can’t stand that shiiiiit!!!
This is a reminder to get tf off my shit if ur under 18, i check bios pretty regularly so if i see u I’m clocking that report button with maximum efficiency 💕
I can’t stop you from browsing but if you follow me it’s fucking over for ur ass
