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@sweetsickly
I am using this blog as an outlet for gross kinks, which is mainly scat based stuff.
Also very into Emeto and Whump!! Caretaking is my jam
No to smearing and eating but yes to pretty much anything else
I don’t mind requests or questions or general horny ramblings if anyone wants to talk.
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Was sent a prompt by a lovely friend -
"My prompt for the day is two people one bathroom >:)
Maybe one guy is being an asshole and won’t let the other in or they both really really need to go. If they both have to shit, maybe one person is constipated and stuck on the toilet, only for the other to come frantically sit themselves on their thighs and push a biiig runny mess into the toilet. Almost mocking the constipated ones predicament. Maybe one or the other has to throw up, not a lot of room to get it into the toilet without causing a big ol slimy mess. There’s a bunch of other places if that’s too embarrassing too! The shower maybe? It’d be the worst to clean up but they’re both so desperate. The sink? Same deal as the shower, a hassle to clean but it just looks so welcoming to their sick tummies. The small bathroom trashcan is probably the best option, but since it’s so small it might fill up too fast…."
I really love this one -
Let's say A is the constipated one and B is the one with the runs.
A request, if you're taking ones that aren't from ur prompt lists! A character with a bloated, gassy painful belly that's so absolutely packed full of air that they can't stop venting it from both ends. (I'm also fine with emeto and scat-- and if you include one, including both is even better!)
A and B are in a new relationship, and B is slowly learning that A has issues with their digestive system.
One day, after dinner, A starts looking really uncomfortable. They can't seem to get comfortable, as they shift around on the sofa a lot, and their hand strays to their belly often. Stifling a couple of burps, they continue to watch TV with B.
After a little while, they get up and head for the bathroom without a word, where they proceed to let out a huge belch. Since they've been holding it in, it hurts their throat and their stomach to let go, and they lean against the wall for a little while, panting.
When they come back, B snakes an arm around to start rubbing their belly.
"You feel kind of bloated, eh?"
A blushes and squirms, embarrassed, but nods. The rubbing stirs up another burp, and A whimpers in embarrassment, but B chuckles and squishes them closer, telling them not to worry.
Then, a tiny fart squeaks its way out, and A covers their face, clearly sheepish. B reassures them again, telling them that they just want A to feel better, since dinner clearly didn't agree with them. A nods, submitting to B's belly rubs, since their poor tummy really does feel upset.
They belch and fart continually for the next ten minutes, until their belly gurgles ominously.
"I feel a little sick," A confesses. It's been an hour since they ate, and B is worried that the food might have been bad, since it's giving A so much trouble. B pulls A to their feet and shepherds them to the bathroom, with one hand in the small of their back, the other a comforting presence on A's swollen tum.
A kneels down slowly before the bowl, trying to ride out the nausea. B's gentle belly rubs bring up a few more burps, but A scrambles to their feet all of a sudden. The nausea is still there, but there's now a huge pressure and terrible stabbing cramps in their gut. Yanking down their shorts and panties, they whimper and howl and waste explodes out of them, and B can see that they're barely pushing, just letting it flow out.
A is clutching their belly, rocking back and forth, and B leans them back so that they can slip one large hand onto the curve of their bloated gut and push down. A jerks and writhes, the pressure uncomfortable but productive, and more filthy blasts of air emerge. They're sobbing quietly from the pain in their belly and ass, and B tries their best to comfort A while helping them to get it all out.
Ten minutes later, A can't seem to pass anything else, even though their stomach still feels upset. They get cleaned up, and snuggle back on the couch with B, this time with their head in B's lap and a gentle, deep massage stimulating their guts. It's not long before they start farting again, and they dash to the bathroom soon after.
Bonus: they're too tired the third time, so B has to carry them there.
Imagine
I was asked to write about gas station sushi, and to do my worst! (the person sent it off anon and asked me not to reply publically.)
Gas station sushi = being sick from both ends
The funniest thing, you reflect, is that you don't know how you wound up in this situation. You're sitting on the bed next to your boss, for whom you've nursed a crush for absolutely ages, and you're rubbing their upset tummy as they groan weakly, twitching in pain.
It starts earlier in the day. Mid-morning, you hear some suspicious sounds from your boss's office, and you poke your head in. You're their secretary, after all. While they assure you that nothing is wrong, they do look a little pale. They stifle a belch as they talk to you, and it doesn't take even ten minutes before you hear the door to their private bathroom open and shut.
Loud gagging results, and you wince sympathetically. It sounds terrible, and it takes ten minutes before you hear the door open again. You wait for the creak of the office chair, so you know they're settled again, and you knock tentatively on the door.
"I brought you some warm water, boss." Gratefully, they accept it, and you leave them to sip at it.
Lunch time comes and goes, and you persuade them to eat some plain crackers and have some tea, although they refuse it at first. After they're finished, though, they get progressively more nauseous, though they don't actually throw up.
Half an hour later, you hear the door slam shut. Some very private sounds are heard - you can barely make out your boss moaning and grunting, over the sounds of lots of splashing and flatulence. You wait until you're genuinely worried, and then this time you knock on the door of their washroom. In a weak voice, they tell you that they're fine, and so you go back to your seat. Not long after, you hear the door open. Your boss staggers to the sofa and lies down with a pained grunt, exhaling hard. You bring in more warm water and offer to get them a hot water bottle, although they decline.
Half an hour later, the same thing repeats - the slam, explosive flatulence, liquid sounds, and more pained groaning this time. While your boss was swearing up a storm the last time, this time they seem to be almost incoherent, just letting out little half-formed sentences comprising "ah" and "ow". When they stagger out, it's a good thing you're waiting. They nearly collapse, and you have to help them to the sofa. They're grateful for your offer to drive them home, and they hobble to their car.
Disaster strikes halfway through the ride. They were fine, just pale and wan when they got in, but they start feeling unwell once you start moving. Although you're driving as smoothly as you can, they have both hands clasped to themself - one hand over their mouth, and one hand below their navel. Initially, they were rubbing slow strokes into their belly, but it progressed to pressing their hand in and whimpering uncontrollably.
"I... I can't hold it. Please stop!" You pull over to the side of the road, and they stumble out of the car. Tugging their expensive office wear out of the way just in time, they release wave after wave of liquid, clamping their lips shut after the first wail leaves them. It's clear that they're very sick, and they begin gagging halfway through, although there's nothing in their stomach. Still, they heave painfully, bringing up stringy saliva and stomach acid. Throughout it, you stroke their back and try to soothe them, telling them they'll be alright.
With a final pathetic whimper, they push out one last burst of gas, and they don't dare to look you in the face out of shame. Still, you reach for the wet wipes you stashed in their car, and hand it to them. You help them up when they're done, going as far as to tug their clothes back into place when they've cleaned themself.
The rest of the ride back is uneventful, and your boss insists that they can shower on their own. Although you keep a close ear on what's happening, they make it through, before staggering through the doorway to their bedroom and nearly falling. Once you get them into bed, they just can't seem to get comfortable. Lying flat on their back stretches out their tender tummy too much, while lying on their side makes everything slosh uncomfortably, and lying on their front is out of the question. Finally, you take pity on them and tell them to lie on their back and bend their legs. You reach out your hand and start rubbing their stomach very carefully, trying to soothe their angry, inflamed insides. It does work, and they doze off fitfully, although they whimper in their sleep every now and then. You slip into the chair next to the bed, awaiting the next time they need your help.
When the big, strong, indestructible character just looks so pathetic and sad. All he says is “My belly isn’t feeling so good...” in a really quiet voice.
Please
Thinking about tiny tums. Argh…just…people that are usually skinny or have a flat stomach having a slight bulge that’s obviously hurting.
more sickness/bellyache things I love
- horrible stomach aches keeping characters in and out of the bathroom all night
- sick character with belly pains and diarrhea keeping a trashcan right next to their bed because they’re feeling too weak/dizzy and scared of not making it to the toilet
- a character so sick to their stomach they can’t make it to the toilet and completely messes their pants, and tearing up due to how ashamed they feel.
- thinking oh so regretfully about the spoiled food they must have ate while suffering a terrible stomach ache in bed
- feeling sick and weak from numerous toilet trips and deciding to just screw it and sleep in a large t-shirt (bonus points if it’s their SOs) and nothing else so they don’t need to pull anything down before having the poops
more prompt ideas
- not being able to stop pooping. just sickies stuck on the toilet with horrible stomach aches that are hurting them to the point of tears. and even when they stop pooping momentarily, they know they’re going to mess themselves if they get up so they just have to stay there holding their upset bellies.
- super wholesome nice sickie eating an unusual desert their partner tried making for the first time. it doesn’t taste that good but they’re damn proud of their partner and want to encourage them so they eat ALL of it. however the partner doesn’t realize they’ve used an ingredient that they’re intolerant to, and the sickie doesn’t realize until it’s too late and they’re doubled over on the toilet, rocking back and forth, hugging their knees and trying their hardest not to cry as unending waves of watery poop blasts out of them and they experience the worst stomachache they’ve ever had.
- accidents. accidents in bed, accidents in a partner’s bed, accidents on the way to the toilet, accidents in the shower while recuperating from a bout on the toilet, being in the bathroom but still not making it on time, accidents at school, accidents while on a hike that was supposed to be a romantic date, accidents while camping after eating undercooked meat. just accidents!
10 nice care taker things 💕
First time doing something like this, sorry if it’s not good 😅
and feel free to use any if you like them
1.Getting the sickie their favorite flavor of ice cream to soothe their throat after vomiting (even if it willcome back up later)
2.Sickie can only handle stomaching bland soups so the caretaker eats the terrible tasting soups as well untill the sickie can handle heavier food again
3.Changing their bed covers to the most expensive ones they own being they are warmer/comfortabler and they are willing to risk the sickie vomiting on their expensive sheets
4.Telling embrasing stories about their self so the sickie doesn’t feel so embarrassed about puking (especially if they vomited in a crowded area):
5.Driving to the sickie’s house at like 2 am because they called them saying they had a nightmare and now they don’t feel well
6.Dipping their hands in extremely cold, icy water before rubbing their hand along the sickie’s feverish head
7.Kissing the exact spot where the sickie’s stomach hurts or feels sick(Better if it rumbles right when the caretakers lips make contact with their tummy)
8.Rubbing Sickies’s sick stomach with their expensive creams that they rarely use because they want to save them for a special occasion
9.If the sick person’s stomach is bloated, sticking their belly out as well so the sick person feels less insecure about it or can get a little laugh out of it
10.Saying cringy/sweet things such as
“I’m proud of you, love”
“Even in this condition you are still the most beautiful person i know”
“Get it all out, you’re doing great
this idea lives rent free in my brain
your FC has been down with the stomach flu for a while. for the past few days all they’ve been doing is laying in bed sleeping, or throwing up
it’s gotten to the point where they desperately need to shower, but they’re so tired and dizzy and sick neither of you think it’s safe for them to do it themselves
you offer to help them and they accept
you get in the shower and everything’s going fine. they put their weight heavily on you as you shampoo and condition their hair and wash the fever sweat off of them
but all of a sudden they make a pained face
“oh my god” they say and their hand goes to their stomach
before you have a chance to say what’s wrong they squat slightly, ass facing the wall and a torrent of diarrhea floods out of them
they moan loudly as they pass wave after liquid wave, the smell overpowering mixed with the humid air
they apologize profusely in between rounds and you can tell they are beyond mortified. you assure them your not mad and rub their back as they continue to push and strain to get everything out
okay but
your FC has been constipated for the past week. like literally nothing has come out of them. once you find out about this you immediately drag them to the bathroom and give them and enema
they’re lying on a bath towel rubbing their completely rock hard stomach as a bunch of warm water flows into them, making their stomach even more solid. they moan with pain as they feel themselves get impossibly full
when it’s done, you take the tube out and tell them to hold it
but they can’t
with a huge moan, a week worths of completely liquid shit waterfalls out of them. they’re whimpering and groaning, quickly rubbing their huge belly to stop the cramping. it’s creating a giant puddle behind them, and it’s fill flowing out impossibly fast. they almost cry with pain as round after round speed out of them, releasing huge wet farts as well
you sit with them, stroking their hair and assuring them that you aren’t mad at them for making a mess and that it can be cleaned up later. you lay your hand on their belly and push more liquid out all over the towel
after 20 minutes of almost non stop shitting, your FC is finally able to get up. you help them into a warm shower, hoping that it will help with the cramps. you bend them over and wash all of the diarrhea off of them (it’s everywhere: butt, lower back, legs) , since their too exhausted to do it themselves
after the shower, you tuck them into bed, and they fall asleep on you while you rub their very sore and still very noisy tummy
Gas cramps are such a good caretaking opportunity. Especially if their tummy is too tender to rub, so you’re stuck rubbing their back, waiting for the bubbles to pass on their own
Characters getting belly cramps for whatever reason.
Hunger cramps... their stomach feeling like it's twisting into a knot every few minutes. Like a heavy rock trying to squeeze through it. Their stomach desperately trying to find something, anything to digest. The sharp feeling seemingly spreading to their back, when all of a sudden, it's all released in one big, drawn out rumble.
Bowel cramps... the kind you get when you're bloated or constipated. The sudden stabbing sensation spreading through their lower belly, like a knife into their belly button, paired with the sensation of fullness, making them feel huge... All they can do is wait and whimper until it passes.
Bowel cramps the second... the dangerous kind. Within seconds, you see the 'oh no' written all over their face. The familiar stabbing sensation quickly becomes a burn, a twist, a desire, no, a need. The bitter, churning pain spreads all the way up their belly, leaving them no choice but to GO.
Drinking something carbonated or eating too fast... when their stomach can't adjust to the sudden food or liquid intake quickly enough, and it feels like it's tearing them apart for a few seconds. It feels like death - but usually it's fixed with a relieving belch, or, more painfully, by waiting for it to pass.
Period pain... the pulling and squeezing sensation, a painful reminder of how hard their body is working to get something out. Who would have known how hard it could be to pretend nothing is happening when it spreads to your back and legs and makes you sweat all over?
Just... unff. Cramps.
Imagine a characters sick with a nasty cold. They feel gross enough to go to the doctor, where they find out they’ve got a sinus infection.
They go home with some hefty antibiotics to help knock out their infection. Their appetite has been super low, so their system is essentially empty. They take a pill with nothing in their stomach and go to bed.
They must have been too feverish to read the pill bottle, cause they’re surprised when they wake up in the middle of the night with excruciating gas pain. They grunt out a few short, wet ‘braps,’ but their stomach seems to need to let out something more solid, so they hurry to the toilet.
There’s not much in them to begin with, but a thin stream of acidic, burning shit sputters our of their ass. Their cramping belly and feverish skin has them dizzy and soaked in a cold sweat as they weakly strain. The way their tummy is gurgling and cramping makes them think they’ve got more to go, but the reality is they’re too empty to pass much more.
They sit on the toilet moaning as they struggle to pass tiny little “frrps” that sputter into the bowl dryly and provide them no relief. After being reduced to a tearful, slouched over lump, they decide to just get back to bed.
They chug a big glass of water before getting back to sleep. It soothes their empty, angry stomach enough to lull them to sleep, but they’re awoken a half hour later.
They barely make it to the toilet before an explosion of watery diarrhea surges from their rear, making them cry out in pain. They feel so ill. What’s the matter with them??
They notice their pill bottle on the bathroom sink and reach for it. In large warning letters it reads, “Take with a meal, may cause explosive diarrhea.” They groan. A loud, slimy gurgle struggles through their bowels and they sigh, grunting to push out a wet blast into the bowl.
After a few more sharts, they haul themselves back to bed. It’s almost morning, so they reach for their phone. They’re gonna need another day off.
Scat version of the same weird brain concept:
A caretaker straddling or sitting in the sickie’s lap, rubbing the sickie’s upset stomach
Sickie has an awful gurgly tum, and caretaker can feel it rumbling
Caretaker leans against sickie, their stomachs pressing together
The weight on their belly makes the sickie groan, and their stomach gurgles
Caretaker reaches around to rub sickie’s back, or maybe the sides of their swollen stomach
Sickie's stomach rumbles again, and they pass some gas. They're clearly embarrassed, but caretaker reassures them that it's fine, they don't feel well.
Sickie nods, allowing the caretaker to massage the gas out of their stomach. It's a bit embarrassing, and they still feel kinda queasy, but the decreasing pressure really eases the pain in their stomach.
Until suddenly, deep gurgles and cramp. The sickie goes tense, mumbling to caretaker that they need to move to the bathroom asap.
Caretaker helps them up and to the toilet. They ofc stay with the sickie despite initial protests.
Sickie's hunched over on the toilet, their stomach cramping and rumbling ominously.
Caretaker ventures to reach out a hand, rubbing sickie's stomach again. Their belly is tense and bloated, and it only takes a gentle rub for them to explode with loose, runny stools.
Their belly slowly deflates, with the caretaker massaging their stomach. The cramps are constant and there's no telling whether each fart will spew liquid or gas.
There's a brief period of hollow farting where sickie is too wary to get off the toilet. When they're finally sure they're empty, they let caretaker guide them into a hot shower, cleaning them up and massaging their sore stomach.
They dry off and go to bed, where caretaker rubs sickie's stomach, helping them to pass some more gas and eventually fall asleep.
Hiiii I saw your last ABO emeto post and I LOVED it!!
Now I’m imagining an alpha/omega couple getting hit with a stomach bug right as their rut/heat hits… gradually getting both sicker and hornier as the days go on. Succumbing into their basest urges, until they’re reduced to a near feral state of mindless lust and illness. They’re left helplessly vomiting and shitting, locked in depraved, feverish pleasure as they can’t seem to stop fucking or purging.
Whoof… they’re gonna need a few recovery days once that’s all said and done! (And I don’t envy all the cleanup they’ll have to do lol. Maybe the couple can recruit someone else to help them… and maybe the help would catch the stomach bug too, starting the cycle all over again!)
This is so good anon aaaaa.
Houghghh I am still Thinking about this post. Specifically thinking about those beta roommates now… they might not go into heat or rut, but hearing your roommates go at it 24/7 has got to do things to a person 👀
Casual makeout sesh to the background noise of the omega and alpha going into heat/rut… at least, until the noises of them coupling abruptly turn into the noises of two people being violently ill.
But… maybe one of the betas is into it?
Ohohoh yeahhhh!
Me: *gets a new fave*
Me: Great. I want to see him puke 'til he cries.
