been eating literally all day, started with a few cupcakes then a box of mac n cheese and now chomping down a bag of smartfood. feeling so stuffed and bloated hehe
ate half a box of pasta’s worth of spaghetti w cream sauce, and a bunch of old cookie dough that I made over the weekend. feeling so bloated. so sick. I was gagging myself and nothing would come up but god it’s just churning and bubbling in there
ate something and immediately my tummy felt upset. I decided to drink some soda on top of it and got suuuper bloated, but my burps kept getting stuck. the burps I could let out though were sooo hot omg. still feeling sick n bloated, should I eat something and see what happens lol
just puked in my mouth! swallowed it back down but it felt kinda chunky, wondering if there will be more to come lol. ate a lot of gnocchi for dinner and feeling kind of sick
ate too much on the drive home from work, then got stuck in traffic. had to unbutton my pants bc I got so bloated and every time I burped I nearly gagged bc it tasted like puke. hoped I’d barf but my tummy feels a little better :(( still huge tho
wrote a silly little story with some silly characters that I don’t know much about yet. if you like tummy aches maybe you’ll like this idk
“C? I’m not feeling very well,” J said quietly. I looked over at him - he looked paler than usual, his arms wrapped around his middle.
“What’s wrong, love?” I asked. I stood up from the couch and walked over to his desk, gently putting my arms around his head and pulling him close. I subtly felt his forehead as I did this - oh no, he felt warm.
“My belly,” he murmured, “I don’t feel good.”
“Poor baby, you feel like you’re running a fever,” I cooed, running my fingers through his chestnut brown hair. “Do you want to go lay in bed? I’ll stay with you.”
He nodded and buried his head against my stomach, groaning softly. My heart broke for him - I knew he must really not feel well if he was admitting that he wanted comfort. I helped him up from his chair and we slowly made our way to the bedroom. I noticed then that my poor love was shivering, and my heart broke even further.
“Feel cold,” he mumbled as I helped him pull his sweater off his lanky body.
“I know, sweetie, we’ll get you warm and cozy in bed in just a moment,” I replied, helping him into a t-shirt. I leaned in and kissed his shoulder, which was something of an inside joke of ours. “Do you feel sick? Do you want a trash can?”
He paused for a moment before shaking his head. “I think I’ll be okay for now,” he whispered. I rubbed his side in acknowledgement of what he had said. I threw the covers back and he climbed into bed, curling into as small of a ball as he could. I scooted in next to him and he laid his head against my chest.
“Would belly rubs make you feel better?” I asked. He nodded but made no effort to move so I could actually rub his sick belly. “Let’s get you on your back, hon, and I’ll rub your belly, okay?”
We shifted positions, and I laid my hand on the upper curve of his soft tummy. Almost instantly I could tell he was bloated, poor thing. He whimpered, and my eyes shot up to his face. J was blushing, and it was one of the cutest things I’d ever seen. I would’ve kissed him harder than I ever had before, had he not been so sick.
“I’m sorry, I’m so bloated…” he said before I cut him off with a shush.
“You’re not feeling well, J. It’s okay,” I reassured him, placing a soft kiss against his slightly sweaty temple. “I just want to help you feel better.”
He blushed even more. “You’re so kind,” he mumbled, closing his eyes and sinking deeper into the pillows. “Love you.”
“I love you so much,” I whispered as my hand rubbed soft circles on his tummy. “Get some rest, sweetheart, I’ll be here when you wake up.”
I must’ve fallen asleep eventually too, because when I woke up, the sun had mostly set and J was gone. I saw the light was on in the bathroom but the door wasn’t fully closed, so I got up to check on him. He was kneeling next to the toilet, one arm curled around his midsection.
“Oh, sweetie…you’re okay,” I soothed. I crouched down next to him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder blade.
“I feel so sick,” he said, his voice cracking. The next thing I knew he was crying, and I started to rub his back gently, hoping to calm him down before he made himself sick although I wasn’t convinced that wasn’t what he needed.
“My poor baby,” I cooed. I sat down on the floor and slowly embraced him, allowing him to lean his weight against my chest as he sniffled. “Do you want to go back to bed, and I’ll bring you a bowl in case you get sick?”
He shook his head, which must’ve triggered something in his stomach, and he darted to get his head over the bowl as he gagged. I jumped into action - one hand on his back, the other tucking his hair behind his ear.
“Good boy, get it all up. You’ll feel better soon, I promise,” I comforted. Within a few moments he seemed to be done, and I grabbed a wet washcloth, wiping his forehead and cheeks before gently patting away the drops of stomach acid that remained on his lips.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, clearly feeling shy and embarrassed. I leaned in and kissed his forehead, which was still warm. Still feverish.
“Don’t be,” I replied. I smiled at him, hoping he knew I wasn’t upset. “Do you want to go back to bed?”
He nodded weakly. I stood up before I helped him stand too, allowing him to lean against me for support as he washed his hands and brushed his teeth. J was shaky and shivery as we made our way back to the bed, but seemed to relax after I tucked him and myself into the covers.
“Thank you for taking care of me,” he whispered sleepily. I stroked his hair softly, something I knew always made him feel safe and comforted.
“I always will, sweetheart,” I replied. “I always will.”
anyways hope yall like it, not much of a writer tbh but I’m trying lmao
made cookies today and ate too many of them :( my belly’s so full and I can feel it creeping back up my throat when I lay down, I feel so sick. wish someone could rub my belly
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