I chugged 16 oz of chocolate milk and I can feel myself blowing up like a balloon. It hurts, and the stretching feels incredible, and I kind of want to drag myself back to the kitchen to get more milk. I'm a little too nauseous just now, though.
I'm going to wait and see how much I bloat up from this, but I want more already. Or maybe I'll dump some seltzer water down my throat to puff up as big as I can get.
I've been looking for a nice big enema bag so I have room to work up to bigger sizes without having to buy a new kit, and maybe a one-way valve enema plug to help me waddle around full of water without leaking.
If any of you have recommendations, my ask is open, as well as DMs.
This is for your 2 hour tummy ache scenario! Looking over I can see your hand slowly creeping under your waist band as you rub your tummy trying not to wince. I move my hand over to yours and before you notice I'm pressing your hand harder into your tummy. Squeezing and poking your lower belly as your other hand flies to your mouth desperately trying not to make a sound.
2h Tummy Ache
I shrug a but, adjusting my messenger bag until it rests more squarely on my lap. I hope that it'll obscure and muffle what's about to happen as I slowly slide my left hand over my lower belly. I want to moan so, so bad…but there are three other people in this car and nobody I know IRL knows that I have a thing for stomachs. As much as I fantasize about someday having a partner to indulge with, relationship or meet-up…I ain't gonna be the first to out my interest in-person.
My eyes flutter as my left hand finally rests over the worst of the cramping. I squeeze gently and suck on my upper lip to prevent a moan from becoming audible. Slowly, I release the squeezing, careful not to do it too quickly or too forcefully as I rhythmically squeeze tense lengths of intestines, nudging at them to try and quell the cramping.
Movement catches your attention out of the corner of your eye and you tear your eyes away from watching the scenery fly by to turn your gaze to your right, trying to identify the movement. A subtle shifting is all it takes and your gaze narrows in on the movement. My arm disappearing under my messenger bag.
Smirking, your right hand slowly creeps over, infiltrating under my messenger bag. I jump at the contact, eyes blown wide. You cross your lips with a finger of your left hand, nodding over indicate our two companions in the car that haven't yet caught on.
A faint gurgling rumbles through my guts and I tense up instantly, terrified of being found out. Radio or not, I don't want to risk anything.
Your right hand pushes against the top of my own, pressing my arm deeply into my tense belly and succeeding in muffling the gurgles. I feel the quaking in my guts and against my arm as you force my arm into my belly. I bite my lip hard to prevent a groan.
Eventually, I bring my right hand up to my mouth, biting down to avoid more moans coming through. I glare daggers at you but they bounce off of your satisfied grin with zero effect as you shift closer in the back seat, reaching over with your right hand as well to poke and prod at my belly even as I continue to glare at you.
"Hey, guys--the library's on the way an' all--mind if we stop there before we disband back at campus" The driver calls out.
"Hm? No worries!" You chirp cheerily.
"Y-Yeah…I-I haven't been to a library in ages! Oh! I wonder if they'll have anything related to my courses." I mutter to mask an upset groan from my belly.
I pale as a sadistic grin grows on your face and I follow your gaze out the windshield.
Pile-up. Cars as far as the eye can see almost ground to a stand-still. It's rush-hour and there are first-responder lights ahead--four lanes is going to be shut down to two lanes pretty soon judging by the amount of vehicles with flashing lights.
Under normal circumstances, the library would be less than fifteen minutes away by car. With rush-hour traffic and the accident about to bottle-neck four lanes…we'll be lucky to make it to the library within the hour. As our car slows to an irritating crawl, the ache in my gut intensifies, dread joining the milky mess in my bowels as your sadistic aura grows stronger. Your hands ghost over my achy belly--like a predator toying with caught prey.
Bro i don't know what it is about moans and whines and whimpers but they're so hot😭
Im tired of pretending they aren't hot from girls too. Lil storytime was when I started engaging this kink as far back as 9 years old(nothing crazy just looking at anime stomach growls because humans scared me🥲)
I loved it, girl, boy, androgynous animal creature if tummy makes noise, looty happy
Then I got older and realized eyo this is a thing! And then went to good old YouTube. Gosh...YouTube used to be such a treasure trove for that stuff.
Anyways ya, YouTube and there were primarily women and I'd listen and enjoy the "funny feeling" in my tummy and lower regions.
But then I got even older and started getting embarrassed about listening to women and gravitated towards men(around the time I realized my men whimpering/moaning fetish) and I was like KA-CHING-A-LING-LANG hooooooooo doggy!!!
And I stopped listening to gorls and then today I randomly watched a video with a female creature because her tummy just looked so good and her moans and whimpers sounded so cute while she rubbed her aching tummy and I was like hwuh?? Huh??? Arghhh
And then I decided tummy be tummy dawg
If it's hot it's hot
I guess I'm scared of labelling myself? Or putting myself in a label? But whatever
A is stuffed to the gills with marshmallows because b can't swim and needs something to float on. This makes A feel sticky and slightly sick to their stomach. But they wanted to eat B so bad they had to compromise.
B allows A to eat them without thinking about the fact A has been chugging tons of water. Sense B can't swim they are splashing around and treading the liquid inside of A. This churns A's stomach something fierce.
B takes a big thing of bubble solution down into A's gut. They relax comfortably just mixing the bubble solution in with A's stomach. They dip their wand in and blow bubbles and fill A's tummy to capacity. A can't control the massive soapy burps.
A has had a bit of an upset stomach all day but hasn't told B. A shrinks B down, swallows them, unknowing that B has brought some baking soda to counteract the acid in A's stomach. A has bloated foamy burps after B emptied the baking soda.
As stomach is not on good terms with them. A swallows B to identify the problem and fix it. The tools B uses to fix the problem give A a terrible stomach ache. But once the problem is solved A's stomach can adjust with some relieved bealches and hiccups.
A makes a copy of B to swallow. B is not sitting well with A. They keep kicking and churning A's stomach. The real B feels guilty about there double and tries to calm A's tummy with gentle rubs and other remedies.
A eats something that makes them sick. B has to go inside and fish out whatever it is.
Bonus: A eats something alive that B has to kill before it gets the better of them. They swallow B to fight what they ate. The battle in A's stomach leads to terrible indigestion.
A swallows B but B has lathered themself in some kind of lotion that gives A the stomach ache of his life.
A, having a tinder stomach, makes a copy of B and swallows them down. The original B rubs the outside of A's tummy while their copy rubs and soothes the inside.
Feel free to use these as prompts for drawings or writing. Just tag me please so I can see what you make. I might use these at some point too.
