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[fullandfeelingit]

so I heard open-buttoned pants were in style now... can't help but wonder what'd happen if I went out like this 💫💫💕

[ginger-and-mint]

Request: Can I make a request for an A and B story with A stuffing themself with a lot of something really heavy and they get into that really dazed and sleepy state while B tries to figure out how to handle it?

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“Urghhhhhh….”

Ryder, who was doing his customary after-dinner washing of that morning’s coffee mug, glanced over his shoulder to where Si had collapsed onto his couch. “Was that a good groan or a bad groan?”

All he got in response was another low sound. Hmm. He dried his hands on the appropriate tea towel and went to investigate.

Si was sunken back into cushions, eyes half-closed, one hand rubbing slowly over their belly. They shifted slightly as Ryder approached, letting out another little moan that slowly formed itself into words: “Ryder… you cannot even imagine… how full I feel right now.”

Ryder smiled crookedly. “Oh, I think I might be able to imagine it.”

“No. No, you cannot imagine how it feels to have what I’m confident was an entire bushel of potatoes packed into a stomach that’s usually satisfied with a cup of fish soup and a few vegetable scraps.”

That made Ryder laugh. He joined his poor stuffed friend on the couch, taking care not to jostle them. “As much as I hate to point it out, you very well could have eaten fewer than three servings of potato casserole.”

“Could I have?” Si moaned dramatically. “I don’t know. It’s all a blur. I’m having a…. a starch-fueled out-of-body experience. Don’t even know if I’m real.”

“Is that so?”

“I know this can’t be real, at least.” Si patted their belly, which was swollen out into a firm round curve, small but still very noticeable on their narrow frame. “Oooh, look at it, look how big it is… Is that really part of my body?”

“Hard to tell for sure,” said Ryder teasingly. He reached over and placed a hand against Si’s swollen belly, which felt plenty real to him. “You may simply be hiding a giant potato under your shirt.”

“I—urp—oh dear—” Si covered their mouth belatedly as Ryder’s gentle touch pressed out a bit of air. “I could believe that my stomach is one massive potato at the moment. Nghh.” They squirmed as Ryder began to rub wide, soothing circles. “Oooh, keep doing that! Feels so good....”

Ryder obligingly continued with the rubbing, smiling fondly as Si melted into his touch. Soft, contented noises escaped them as Ryder pressed his fingers into their stretched-out sides and circled his thumb gently over the tight fullness in their upper belly. They seemed to be nearly falling asleep when suddenly their eyes flew back open. “Do you—do you di-mages eat like this all the time?”

Ryder chuckled. “More or less.”

“How… how do you survive?”

“We take lots of naps.” Ryder put an arm around Si’s shoulders and gave them a quick squeeze. “Speaking of which, perhaps it’s time to get you to bed.”

Si groaned, letting their head fall against Ryder. “Can I stay with you tonight?”

“I don’t think you’d make it much further than my room. Come on.” Ryder patted their arm. “I’ll help you.”

Getting Si on their feet was no easy task. They resisted the first few attempts to budge them, and when they finally stood up, it was with a heavy sigh and a loud groan. “Ooh, my stomach….”

“Do you want a tonic?” Ryder asked, taking their elbow to steady them.

Si made a face. “Bleh. No.”

“Better a tonic than a stomachache.”

“I’m not in pain, it’s just….” They pressed a hand over their rounded crest of their stomach, looking a little cross-eyed. “Just that my tummy feels ready to explode.”

Ryder slid an arm around their waist and splayed a supportive hand over their belly, as though he could hold in the heaviness of everything they’d eaten. “I fully believe in your ability to refrain from exploding on your way to bed.”

Si groaned and arched their back a little, pressing into Ryder’s touch. “Mmm, don’t move your hand and maybe I’ll be all right…” they mumbled, and they covered Ryder’s fingers with their own before allowing themselves be steered off to bed.

[fullandfeelingit]

ugh, went out for lunch today. idk what I ate but I'm still p bloated + full, tummy hurts 🥺💗

[fullandfeelingit]

constipated for a week + big dinner + snacks + breakfast 💕

[ginger-and-mint]

((this one wasn’t a request, just extra silliness)

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“Someone looks awfully sleepy over there.”

Ryder blinked and sat up straighter at his desk. “Hmm? Do I?”

“I know your sleepy face when I see it.” Si grinned at him as they grabbed a chair by its back and dragged it around to sit next to him. “What have you done to yourself?”

“Done to myself?” Ryder gave them a look. “Nothing at all. I have done an awful lot of paperwork this morning, so I’ll admit to being rather fried.”

“I don’t think that’s it….” Si leaned in close and wrapped an arm around Ryder’s waist. Their fingers felt gently at his side. “Hmm, just as I suspected.”

Ryder shifted in his seat. “I haven’t–” he bit back a soft groan as Si prodded a little more forcefully “–got a clue what you’re talking about.”

“Really? What’s this?” With their other hand, Si delivered a gentle pat to the broad, firm curve lying just under Ryder’s ribs.

That earned them a glare, which they grinned back at with mischievous satisfaction.

“Let’s review the evidence,” they continued, giggling. “One sleepy Ryder, one swollen tummy,  and – aha!” They reached out and snatched a cloth-lined wicker basket that had been sitting on the end of Ryder’s desk. “A basket that once held six bread rolls and now contains only crumbs.”

“Hmph. How do you know it was six?”

“Because I just ran into Kara outside your tent and she told me she’d given you half a dozen fresh-baked rolls an hour ago, and…” They made a show of glancing around the room. “I see zero rolls now.”

Ryder snorted, and then stifled another groan as Si’s hand stroked gently down the front of his bowed-out belly. “Maybe I put half of them on the kitchen counter for later.”

Si laughed aloud. “Absolutely not. The Ryder I know does not put fresh bread on the kitchen counter when he could put it in his tummy. Also–” their thumb rubbed a deep circle into the tightest part of Ryder’s belly, causing him to finally groan aloud and let out a soft belch “–this feels like about six bread rolls, I’d say.”

Ryder sighed, relaxing into Si’s touch as they pressed their palm supportively over his heavy stomach. “You are awfully rascally today, aren’t you?”

“What can I say? You bring out the worst in me.” Si planted a quick kiss on Ryder’s cheek, then laughed as his stomach grumbled softly under their hand. “Maybe you should take a nap.”

“Maybe I should.” Ryder gave Si’s hand a squeeze before shrugging their hold away. He let out a long, slow breath before standing up, and Si could’ve sworn they heard a quiet sloshing sound. “But not entirely because of my stomach, mind you. I wouldn’t nap if I weren’t so drained from all that paperwork.”

Si chuckled. “Whatever you say, bread boy. Whatever you say.”

[ginger-and-mint]

Request: Character A has a rather sensitive tummy but they happen to be best friends with Character B who enjoys a big party every now and again! The two of them are enjoying a night of festivities and A is slowly starting to feel achy and unwell, but they’re reluctant to pull B away since B is usually kind of serious and they’re enjoying seeing them have so much fun! Finally though it gets to be too much and either A caves or B notices anyways. C; Rubs and cuddles ensue!

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It was the sausage bites that did Si in. Up until that stupid little tray came around the room, they’d felt perfectly fine. More than fine, even. The food was good, the drink was better, and best of all, Ryder was having a blast. It was such a special treat to see that man kick up his heels for once and let his usual serious reserve melt away.

So when Ryder had gripped Si’s arm—a little harder than he normally did, they noticed—and insisted they had to try the sausage bites, which were so good, one of the best things the kitchens sent up—well, Si could not resist humoring him and taking a handful.

In all fairness, the sausage bites were delicious. It was just that they were also greasy, and that Si’s stomach was already very full of a heavy dinner, a number of drinks, and a more party snacks than they’d been able to keep track of. A stretched-out sensation pulsed above their navel as they swallowed the last scrap of sausage, and they placed a hand on it gingerly. Their tummy felt a little like a balloon, taut and rather rounder than they were used to. But it wasn’t so bad.

The first sign of real trouble didn’t come until ten minutes later, when a cramping sensation suddenly gripped their stomach. They winced and shifted from foot to foot, hoping maybe it had just been tough bit of meat or a spot of grease going down. But the seed of discomfort only grew, twisting and churning until it was hard to focus on the lengthy story Ryder’s friend was telling through all the fuss their tummy was making.

They reached for Ryder’s hand as soon as a break arose in the conversaion. “Hey—”

“Would you hold this for a moment?” Ryder asked, passing them his glass. “Want to get another plate of snacks. Oh, and wait here for me, will you? I see Cornelia across the room, I don’t think I’ve introduced the two of you yet—you’ll like her, Si, you really will.”

He was so enthusiastic, so full of life. Si just couldn’t bring themselves to ruin his mood.

“Go on,” they said with a smile, taking the glass and swallowing the rest of their words. Their tummy gurgled ominously in repsonse.

The ache got steadily worse. Si could feel themselves growing restless, falling silent in conversations. Standing up straight became a struggle. They crossed their arms over their chest, hunching their shoulders and trying to keep a little light pressure where the pain was worst, but it only did so much good. Finally, they admitted defeat and slipped away to a beanbag that had been shoved into a quiet corner.

Sitting down helped a little, but no position could relieve the achy pressure of all the food they had eaten. It really had been too much. Back in Tideway, they were known for eating like a bird—snacking on fruit and nuts, having tiny meals that somehow sustained their boundless energy. Oppendorff, with all its rich foods and indulgent banquets, was a whole different world.

These di-mages, they thought ruefully, they’re going to be the death of me, aren’t they? Under their hands, their tummy grumbled its mournful agreement.

Oh, it hurt. Si bit their lip as they pressed their hands against the sore curve of it, flinching at the vicious squeezing sensation they got in return. Pressure rose up and tightened their throat, like they needed to burp, but nothing came out. Instead they swallowed heavily, clutching at their stomach as it bubbled and groaned.

They tried singing a little healing spell under their breath, but their stomach was aching so much that the magic wouldn’t come. There was nothing to be done but wait out the pain. They really hadn’t wanted to, but maybe they were going to have to leave the party early and go lie in bed….

A familiar voice cut through their thoughts. “Si?”

Si quickly took their hands off their belly and shoved them behind their back. “Oh! Hey, Ryder.”

Their friend crouched down next to them, his eyes a little unfocused but still full of sweet, warm, adorable concern. “Are you all right?”

“Course I am. I’m doing great.”

“I don’t think you are. You look like you’re in pain.”

“Uh, I mean… I guess I… I’ve kinda got a tummyache.” They grinned weakly. “You di-mages are killing me with all this food. I’ll be fine, though, I promise! Go back and join the party.”

Ryder looked deeply offended. “Si. I am a soother.”

“I know you are, dear, you never stop talking abou—”

“Then don’t insult me by presuming I would ever leave you to sit here by yourself in pain.” Ryder reached out and placed a hand against the side Si’s belly. They flinched a little—it was still pretty weird to them how casually di-mages touched each other there—but quickly relaxed into the touch as Ryder’s fingers stroked up over the tender flesh, sending a little curl of relief through the sharp ache.

“You feel very bloated,” he concluded, and then added in a softer voice, “Poor thing. Come on, let’s take you somewhere quiet.”

Si shook their head. “Seriously Ryder, I’ll be all right. I mean, I don’t feel very good but I can just go to my room and—” their voice quivered a little with discomfort as Ryder took their elbow and lifted them to their feet “—l-lie down, or something. I don’t want you to miss out on your party!”

“Don’t be silly. I can party any day.”

Si frowned at him. “Um, no you can’t. You can, on the other hand, hang out with me literally any day of the—”

“Be quiet and come along,” said Ryder, in a tone that brooked no argument, and Si felt a little dizzy with affection as they were shepherded down the hallway, past the back areas of the Soothing Room, and up the short flight of steps to Ryder’s apartment.

“Couch,” Ryder told them, pointing. “Do you feel nauseous at all?”

“No. Just… kinda like I’ve eaten ten pounds of molten rock.” Si sank onto the couch and folded both hands over their belly.

“Did you eat something that didn’t agree with you, or just too much?”

“Ughhh. Both, probably.” They smirked bemusedly at the little vial Ryder held as he joined them on the couch. “Is this one of your magic medicines?”

“It’s called tonic, thanks very much. And it works.” Ryder tried to remove the stopper, but his fingers fumbled over the vial and nearly dropped it. Si had to snatch it out of his hands and open it themselves.

“You are so drunk,” they giggled, and then moaned at the twinge of discomfort brought on by the movement.

Ryder snorted reproachfully. “You are a master of hyperbole, as always. I’m scarcely tipsy.”

“Well, I’m gonna—” Si interrupted themselves with another strained sound that didn’t quite manage to be a burp “—buy you a bottle of wine for this.”

“You’ll do no such thing. Stop fussing, drink your tonic, and lie down.”

Si groaned at the idea of putting anything else in their stomach, but the tonic was only a mouthful of liquid and it tasted pleasantly minty. After it was down, Ryder helped Si settle onto their back, so that their head was resting in his lap. With one hand, he gently unfastened their hair from the elastic and smoothed it out. With the other, he reached down and began to deftly stroke the sides of their swollen stomach.

“Ughhh.” Si squirmed in his hold. “Please don’t press too hard.”

“You’ve got air trapped in your belly, Si. It needs to come out.”

“I’m not trying to hold it in! It just—it feels stuck.”

Ryder’s fingers began patting, gently but firmly, slowly moving from Si’s sides up and over the crest of their belly. A sound like water bubbling through a rusty pipe squeezed through Si’s insides, and then suddenly they let out a burp so big it almost hurt their throat.

“Oh my goodness,” they gasped, partly from shock and partly from relief. “That was… disgusting.”

“That was necessary.” Ryder’s voice held a gentle teasing note. He rubbed his fingers into another grumbly place on Si’s belly, chuckling as they got out few more soft belches. “We di-mages are not known for our elegance.”

“Ugh.” Si closed their eyes. “Thank the—urp—thank the Creator I was born a song-mage.”

“And yet you ended up here in Oppendorff anyway.” Ryder switched from his patting motion to rubbing broad, gentle circles, and Si hummed softly with how good it felt. The sharp pains in their tummy were gone now that the air was out, and Ryder’s warm hands were helping their belly relax around the heaviness that remained.

Several long, peaceful minutes passed that way—the two of them pressed together on the couch, Ryder administering his gentle touches and Si sinking deeper and deeper into him. Everything was soft and warm, and Si could hear nothing except the occasional grumbles of their own stomach and the steady sounds of Ryder’s breathing.

“Bet the party’s gone and died without you there,” they mumbled eventually. Their eyelids were starting to feel heavy.

“I had more important things to attend to.” Ryder’s fingers moved softly over Si’s hair. “I’d rather be here.”

They made a quiet happy sound. “You’re the best, you know that?”

“You tell me often enough.” The hand on Si’s tummy came to a rest, lying warmly on the fullness under their ribs. The grumbling had settled, and nothing stirred under Ryder’s fingers as he gave the slight bulge a gentle pat. “Feeling better?”

“Much.” A little yawn played over Si’s lips. “Hope you don’t mind if I… fall asleep right….”

They never finished the sentence.

[ginger-and-mint]

Can I make a request for an A and B story with A stuffing themself with a lot of something really heavy and they get into that really dazed and sleepy state while B tries to figure out how to handle it?

Read a version of this fic with my characters Si and Ryder here

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“Urghhhhhh….”

B, who was doing their customary after-dinner washing of that morning’s coffee mug, glanced over their shoulder to where A had collapsed onto the couch. “Was that a good groan or a bad groan?”

All they got in response was another low sound. Hmm. They dried their hands on a tea towel and went to investigate.

A was sunken back into the cushions, eyes half-closed, one hand rubbing slowly over their belly. They shifted slightly as B approached, letting out another little moan that slowly formed itself into words: “B… you cannot even imagine… how full I feel right now.”

B smiled crookedly. “Oh, I think I might be able to imagine it. You’re not the first person I’ve seen done in after dinner at my grandma’s.”

“No. No, you cannot imagine how it feels to have what I’m confident was an entire bushel of potatoes packed into a stomach that’s usually satisfied with a cup of soup and a half a salad.”

That made B laugh. They joined their poor stuffed friend on the couch, taking care not to jostle them. “As much as I hate to point it out, you very well could have eaten fewer than three servings of potato casserole.”

“Could I have?” A moaned dramatically. “I don’t know. It’s all a blur. I’m having a…. a starch-fueled out-of-body experience. Don’t even know if I’m real.”

“Is that so?”

“I know this can’t be real, at least.” A patted their belly, which was swollen out into a firm round curve, small but still very noticeable on their narrow frame. “Oooh, look at it, look how big it is… Is that really part of my body?”

“Hard to tell for sure,” said B teasingly. They reached over and placed a hand against A’s swollen belly, which felt plenty real to them. “You may simply be hiding a giant potato under your shirt.”

“I—urp—oh dear—” A covered their mouth belatedly as B’s gentle touch pressed out a bit of air. “I could believe that my stomach is one massive potato at the moment. Nghh.” They squirmed as B began to rub wide, soothing circles. “Oooh, keep doing that! Feels so good….”

B obligingly continued with the rubbing, smiling fondly as A melted into their touch. Soft, contented noises escaped A as B pressed into their stretched-out sides and circled a thumb gently over the tight fullness in their upper belly. A seemed to be nearly falling asleep when suddenly their eyes flew back open. “I am not coming to your family’s place for Thanksgiving!”

B chuckled. “Are you sure? The food’s amazing.”

“But how… how do you survive?”

“We take a big nap afterwards.” B put an arm around A’s shoulders and gave them a quick squeeze. “Speaking of which, perhaps it’s time to get you to bed.”

A groaned, letting their head fall against B. “Can I stay with you tonight?”

“I don’t think you’d make it much further than my room. Come on.” B patted their arm. “I’ll help you.”

Getting A on their feet was no easy task. They resisted the first few attempts to budge them, and when they finally stood up, it was with a heavy sigh and a loud groan. “Ooh, my stomach….”

“Do you want an antacid?” B asked, taking their elbow to steady them.

A made a face. “Bleh. No. Chalky.”

“Better an antacid than a stomachache.”

“I’m not in pain, it’s just….” They pressed a hand over their rounded crest of their stomach, looking a little cross-eyed. “Just that my tummy feels ready to explode.”

B slid an arm around their waist and splayed a supportive hand over their belly, as though he could hold in the heaviness of everything they’d eaten. “I fully believe in your ability to refrain from exploding on your way to bed.”

A groaned and arched their back a little, pressing into B’s touch. “Mmm, don’t move your hand and maybe I’ll be all right…” they mumbled, and they covered B’s fingers with their own before allowing themselves be steered off to bed.

[ginger-and-mint]

I really wanna see Kara help Malia with an overstuffed tummy 😮 maybe she's returning the favor from before?

“All right, almost there…” Kara released the arm she had looped under Malia’s shoulders and gently deposited her friend onto the common room sofa. “Try to get comfortable without jostling that tummy too much, huh?”

Malia sighed deeply as she sank back into the cushions. “Ooh, oh my goodness…. it’s such a relief to sit…!”

“I really don’t know how you managed to eat that much, Mal,” Kara chuckled as she settled on the sofa beside her. “I’d ask where you put it all, but it’s pretty obvious.” She reached over and patted Malia’s belly, which had swollen out into a rounded bulge.

Malia squirmed slightly under Kara’s touch. “Oooh. I do have some slight regrets about finishing off dessert. My tummy’s starting to ache…”

“Aww. Want me to make you some tea?”

Malia shook her head. “I’m not sure that would help. It’s not unsettled, really, it’s just… mmmm.” She closed her eyes as Kara’s thumb began rubbing gentle circles into the heavy pressure under her ribs. “Oh, that’s feels so nice…”

“I can keep doing it,” Kara offered, and smiled softly when Malia nodded. “You’re a real force of nature, you know that? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a tummy this tight. I thought you’d already gotten your capacity to where you wanted it!”

“Oh, I have. But there’s always a new limit to push, isn’t there? Being over-prepared never hurts.” A soft hiccup jolted up from her belly as Kara’s hand hit a grumbly spot, and she winced. “Oof. Not too much, anyway.”

Kara gave her tummy a soft pat. “I bet Ives would be willing help you out with this when he gets back. He’s better at helping with pain than me.”

“Oh, you’re doing just fine,” Malia sighed, and she leaned gently against Kara’s shoulder as her eyes drifted shut.