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tummy full of air... 🤭

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btw these two audios are made up of lots of tiny clips all strung together. each clip is only one burp, because i can't force them up and get a lot of burps in one go. my tummy gurgles, i burp, then i have to wait a while before it happens again, sometimes up to half an hour.

i don't think i've ever burped so much in one day, though. something is definitely up with my tummy atm, it's not bloated but it's really gurgly and full of air. hence the burping...

anyway, enjoy xx

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no this is ridiculous honestly, i’ve had to eat some gluten this week and i’m so bloated rn…on the way to an estuary i’ve been wanting to visit for months and my bra and pants and boxers are just waaay too tight far out … my birdwatching brain is going to struggle against my kink brain 🥹

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hope you’re holding it all in~

I'm so bad at holding in gas! My tummy is uncomfy and I gotta get it all out! I was moaning and rubbing my middle and burping like crazy 🫧🥵

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It's been ages since I last did a cola bloat. I was able to bloat my belly 3/4 of an inch! I also recorded some pretty decent burps (I still need to work on them, though 😅)

So glad to have you back!! (but not like this, fuck) Can I request some really nauseous Nathan? Burpy as hell but trying to keep it from Hazel maybe?

Thanks friend!! (same though ugh). I’m so glad you like making Nathan suffer as much as I do, he’s my fave!! Also this is such a good prompt omg

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“Fuck,” Nathan cursed under his breath as his stomach gurgled loudly beneath his shirt. He’d been feeling sick ever since dinner, and it had only continued to get worse. The stiff fabric of his button down shirt was suffocating his poor stomach and he could feel it straining against the belt of his slacks. He resisted the urge to rub it, knowing that would make him burp.

“Hey, you alright?” Hazel asked, nudging him with her arm.

“Yeah fine, just have to pee, be right back,” he said quickly darting off towards where he hoped the bathrooms would be.

They were at this fancy event for the drama department where the state gives out awards to various people and schools for their productions. It was really an honor to have been invited and usually Nathan would be enjoying it, but dinner just was not sitting right and he felt like he was about to explode.

Thankfully, he found the bathroom pretty quickly. He swung the door and was relieved to find that he was alone. He sighed, leaning back against the wall, both hands coming up to rub his aching stomach. As he suspected, he immediately let out a large belch as soon as any pressure was applied. He groaned, rubbing a little deeper, burps pouring out of him uncontrollably.

All he could do was let them come out and pray that no one else came into the bathroom. Or that they could hear him outside, oh god.

He forced out a few more burps, before standing back up. He knew he’d been gone too long for a piss already, Hazel was probably onto him. She’d ask him if he was okay when he got back, and give him that face she always did when she already knew that he wasn’t okay.

Nathan walked over to the sink, bending forwards to splash some water on his face as he looked rather pale and sickly. But unfortunately, leaning forwards put too much pressure on his stomach, making him let out another burp, this one low and wet.

“Ohh fuck,” Nathan moaned, bring a hand up to rest gently on his stomach, his other hand bracing himself against the wall. The world was spinning now and he suddenly felt incredibly nauseous. This is bad, this is really bad. He needed to find Hazel and get out of here.

Nathan trudged his way out of the bathroom, stumbling back through the ballroom to find his girlfriend. She found him before he found her though, as suddenly she was at his side, hand resting comfortingly on his back.

Hazel took one look at him and said, “Okay we’re getting out of here.”

The poor boy was sheet pale and visibly shaking. Hazel could feel that his dress clothes were damp with sweat and his bangs were matted to his forehead. His mouth hung open slightly, one hand resting on his stomach just above his belt buckle. Hazel just hoped she could get him outside before the nausea got the best of him in here.

Nathan felt like crying. He’d never been so nauseous in his life, and thank god Hazel knew him so well. He reached a hand out blindly, fumbling for some part of her to hold onto. He found her other hand, the one that wasn’t resting on the small of his back, guiding him gently but forcefully out of the building.

“You’re okay, I’ve got you,” she said calmly as they finally reached the doors to the outside.

She pushed them open, guiding Nathan through the doors. He was hit with a blast of cool air. Nathan sighed audibly at how good it felt against his flushed skin. When they reached the base of the steps, he crumbled, sinking down to sit on the bottom stair.

“Are you going to throw up?” Hazel asked, sitting down next to him, her hand still on his back, now rubbing gentle circles.

“I don’t know,” he said, letting out another sick sounding burp.

“Oh sweetie that didn’t sound good,” Hazel wrapped her arms around him. Nathan leaned against her chest, closing his eyes.

“Sorry,” he said, knowing that he was disgusting right now, dripping sweat and belching like a pig. As if to confirm his theory his body forced up another wet belch.

“It’s okay, just take a few minutes and then we’ll walk back to the hotel as soon as you’re ready,” Hazel said, smoothing her hand down his back and tousling his damp hair with her other hand.

Thank god for Hazel, was all Nathan could think as the nausea washed over him in waves.

“Can we go?” he asked, tongue feeling thick and heavy in his mouth. He was overwhelmed with nausea, but yet his body didn’t seem to want to actually throw up, just make him feel miserable.

“Of course,” she answered, helping him to his feet, one hand on his back, the other holding his forearm. Once she was sure he was steady enough, she began guiding him down the sidewalk towards their hotel. Fortunately it was just across the street.

Nathan was practically panting, attempting to breathe through the nausea as Hazel led him into the lobby of the hotel and in the elevator. He leaned his head against her shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut tight as he breathed heavily, letting out more belches as he went.

“Open your eyes sweetie,” Hazel said, drawing him from his thoughts. He straightened up, opening his eyes to find that they were in his hotel room. Hazel unbuttoned his shirt, peeling the sweaty garment off of him, then unbuckled his belt. She pulled it off then slid his pants down his legs and wrestled them off of him.

“Mmm feels nice,” he murmured when she pressed her cold hands to his belly.

“Do you still think you’re going to throw up or do you just want to lay down? Or shower?” she asked, rubbing his stomach gently, not wanting to make him sick.

“Still nauseous,” he shugged.

“Okay so bathroom?” she asked.

“No, don’t think I’m gonna puke,” he said, sinking down onto the bed slowly.

“Alright, I’ll bring this over here just in case,” Hazel dragged the room’s trashcan over toward the bed.

She helped him up onto the bed and gently eased him down to rest on the pillow, legs curled up, arms wrapped protectively around his sick stomach. Hazel shook her head fondly at him, what had her poor boy done to make himself so sick?

“Will you stay?” Nathan asked.

“I can for a while,” Hazel said, crawling up next to him, draping an arm over his waist to rest on his tummy, “I’ll have to leave whenever Julius comes back though and go back to my own room,” she said.

“Oh,” Nathan said sadly, curling up to her.

“I know. It’ll be okay babe, just try to relax,” she said softly, kissing his damp forehead. Hazel just hoped that he could fall asleep before she had to leave. She knew that Julius would take care of him though if he needed to.

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