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 think I ate something that messed with my stomach because I’ve been feeling super bloated and kinda nauseous and gross all day. This is me hunched over the toilet in the afternoon. Nothing came up but at least I got an audio out of it lol
Part 1 ( had to trim the first recording I got into three parts because I was having a hard time posting it)
I didn't have much of an appetite all day, but I when I came home from work, I thought it would be a good idea to try to get some supper in me. I made a packet of ramen and felt so full after eating it... I knew I made the wrong choice. A little over an hour later it all came back up again. I was so sick, throwing up into a bread bag. And it just kept coming to! By the second and third part I kept trying to move to stop the recording but every little motion started me throwing up again. I think you can tell how exhausted my body was getting towards the end of it.
I didn't get much sleep last night... My roommate was in and out of our shared bathroom all night throwing up. I wonder if it was something he ate or if there's a bug going around (and if there is, if I have any chance of avoiding it??)
I didn't get much sleep last night... My roommate was in and out of our shared bathroom all night throwing up. I wonder if it was something he ate or if there's a bug going around (and if there is, if I have any chance of avoiding it??)
Last night I got a little greedy and ordered more than I could handle. I'd been snacking on and off all day, mostly soft foods like baked goods. I had been drinking for a little bit too and really had a craving for this mexican place in my town. I was feeling a little excessive and got a chimichanga (deep fried burrito) with tomatoes, and cheese sauce all over it. The burrito itself is huge, but the dinner I ordered comes with a side of rice and a side of beans that also had cheese on it, as well as some chips. I was naughty and snacked a little bit more while I waited for my delivery to arrive.
I love this meal, but about halfway through I started to feel really full. It doesn't reheat well, though, so I pushed through. I grabbed another drink and rallied on. By the time I was finished, my stomach felt rock hard and I couldn't lay back without uneasy, nauseous burps. I was feeling a little off, I definitely knew I was pushing it. I stood to get another drink, hoping that a little movement would help. Standing helped a little bit. I was able to burp and release some gas. I took small sips of my drink and controlled my breathing. I decided that I might try going outside for a smoke, hoping that would help me forget how full I was and help me control my breathing.
Fuck, was I wrong. One hit gone wrong and I started coughing. My stomach was so full, each cough got closer and closer to a heave. I was able to quell the pain in my throat with a few sips of my drink, but things weren't settling well. I felt so bloated, my stomach was groaning under my palm, chastising me for thinking I could eat five pounds of fried meat and cheese in one sitting. To be safe, I returned to my bathroom, leaning against the wall in front of my toilet while I groaned and tried to settle my stomach.
Between the painful groans were burps, each getting deeper and wetter than the other. Swallowing felt like a mistake, and none of my burps seemed to make me feel any better. If anything, I felt fuller with each belch. I leaned over the toilet and spit. I know it's only a matter of time now. The usual dizzy feeling or cold tingle down the spine that signal the need to vomit weren't present in this moment, the only thing I could think about was how full I was. Taking a deep breath is hard, my breathing becomes shallow and I'm worried with each inhale which exhale will be the one that finally releases it. I burp a few more times, some mucus hacks its way up my throat and I spit that in the toilet. I pat my hand against my stomach, it's hard and unwavering. I dare to take a deep breath and I feel my stomach clench. I don't throw up, not immediately, but I get up on my knees and steady myself, ready for what is to come.
As I shift positions, so do the contents of my stomach. I burp, wet and long. For a moment I think this is it, but my stomach doesn't yet heave. I leaves me breathless and disappointed, impatient and uncomfortable. All I can think about is how full I am, and how desperate I am to feel better. It hurts; it's a solid, churning stone settling in my stomach. It makes every bit of me feel stiff, difficult to move. I wish I could move, but I know that being anywhere other than hovering over my toilet right now is a severe mistake.
I burp, and I retch but still nothing comes. I can feel the pressure growing, though. My meal is sitting at the back of my throat, it is only a matter of time. The gasses in my stomach are growing, I burp a few more times. Each time could be the moment I spew. I only burp once or twice before finally, I get some relief.
The first time I vomit it's mostly just liquid, the sips of drinks I'd taken trying to settle my stomach before making the mistake of setting it off with a coughing fit. I heave twice, right after the other, puking up probably about a glass of liquid between the two heaves. I feel the pressure in my stomach growing, I ground both of my hands on the floor. It's about to get bad.
The first heave was large. It started with a burp, but quickly turned chunks of meat and beans and tortilla into projectiles towards the porcelain of my toilet bowl: chunky, but still liquidy with my drinks. The heave was deep, and long. In the middle of the heave, I burp, creating a second, more powerful wave of vomit to follow. I feel a squirt of liquid between my legs as I heave; not enough to leak through my pants, but enough for me to notice. I try to catch my breath.
I manage a few deep breaths before my stomach tries to heave up my dinner once more. I retch once, coughing up spit. I burp, and up with it comes a thick stream of chunks. Some of the toilet water splashes up and hits my face as my barely digested dinner plops into the bowl. I burp again, and realize I still don't feel any less full from before. I know the next heave is coming, nothing but stomach acid and a cough. Another heave produces only mucus. I rub my stomach, irritated that it has yet to find relief.
Rubbing my stomach is relieving only in the sense that it jostled it enough to try and retch productively again. I burp, I sit up a bit more, I know my stomach isn't finished yet. My stomach is reeling and I'm exhausted, I know I'm not finished yet but I'm ready to be. This dinner was a mistake, I am suffering the consequences.
Again, I heave a few more times but my retches are hardly productive. I feel a bubble start deep in my gut, it makes its way up my throat. I burp, deep and long. For a second I think it will be just that, but at the last second my stomach heaves and I throw up a bit of liquid. I cough, and retch a small bit of liquid up once more. For the second time, my stomach betrays me and retches again as I'm getting sick, producing a more powerful wave of vomit directly after the first. I'm able to take one breath before I'm getting sick again. The power from the first few retches isn't there, but there's still quantity. It's thick, I can feel chunks of it still rub against my throat as it's expelled. My stomach is tense, I'm not allowed to swallow or breathe until I've managed to bring up liquid one more time.
I sit up a little bit, I rest my forehead against my arm. I have a moment to breathe. I still feel bloated and full, but not as sick as before. My stomach still rumbles though, I feel my mouth water and struggle to swallow. I burp again, spitting into the chunks below. I try to catch my breath. I heave, and struggle to bring up thick chunks of my meal. My stomach contracts again, forcing up even more food. I wonder if this batch even got to digest, it feels so thick I could chew it. I spit, and wonder if my stomach will release any more of its contents.
My stomach is still upset, but it's not heaving anymore. After several seconds I lean back against my wall. I burp several times. I'm sure that if I'd had water to drink in that moment, that I would have gotten sick again, maybe before I was able to reach the toilet. I didn't have water, though, and that's probably for the better. I still felt full, but I didn't feel sick anymore.
That is, for about another twenty minutes or so....
for him to curl into me, warm and soft and sleepy. to feel his lips on my ear as he mumbles, so shy and sweet, those four words that drive me crazy--
"i don't feel good."
i want him to open himself up to me, let me under his shirt to rub his chest and his sides and his belly, let me kiss his hair and hold him close and ask what i can do to make it better.
i want to hold the trashcan for him while he hiccups and drools and spits, terribly nauseous but struggling to find relief, to really let go, so i can whisper reassurances to him, it's just me, let him know i'll happily take care of him and he's safe with me
Requested❤: {Audio By Me, Headphones Required!} Scenario: ~ What brought excitement also meant a bountiful amount of regret. Anon, happy to be among the seas and sights of islands far insight. Among boarding the ship, the gentle rocking was passed off as no issue. .That is until they begin overeating. A cruise ship with far too many options and fatty meal choices was all too flavorful to pass off. The consequences begin to set in. Nearly green in the face, a bloated and churning belly that sways with the boat - and mouth full of this morning’s meal. All they can do is simply wish nothing leaves pass their lips. Sickly gags pass left and right, as vomit rises and falls back into their system with a bubbly gurgle as it splashes into the acidic mess.
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