unwellness

dove - 26 - he/him main @fittish 🏳️‍⚧️

[undigestible]

gross stuff, etc

really into:

emeto

scat (mostly diarrhea)

messing

sometimes enjoy:

omo

burps

farts

not into:

scat play

gaining/feederism

age play

[imaginedingledongs]

Imagine your FC has the stomach flu and you tuck them into bed after the initial bout of vomiting, leaving a bowl next to the bed just in case they feel sick again. You leave briefly, telling them you’re just heading downstairs to get them some water, only to come back upstairs to find them squatting over the bowl and holding their stomach, apologizing over and over again while they fill it with something completely different to what you expected.

[idkman554]

My first post. This was from last weekend, but I’m so fucking horny I decided to share. Had my regular protein shake for lunch, and it made my stomach hurt really bad. I went to go lay down, thinking it would pass, but I really didn’t feel good. I was sweating. My stomach was gurgling. I couldn’t stop burping. All of a sudden I got the intense urge to gag. There was this awful, nauseating pressure in my chest. I felt like I was about to throw up everywhere! I never vomit so this was a surprise. I ran to the bathroom and started recording. I brought up the protein shake and lots of coffee and bits of breakfast. I felt much better after getting it all up. Ugh. My dick is throbbing just thinking about it.

[kory-ann-der]

Lately I’ve been really into desperate situations where characters don’t have access to bathrooms or won’t use the bathroom available due to circumstances.

In cars, on planes, out and about in public, you name it.

Their stomach is a bubbly roiling mess but they can’t or won’t get to a bathroom, leaving them no option to hold it until they get home. Maybe they make it, maybe they don’t, who knows.

Regardless, it’s going to hurt.

[sunshinejojo]

Caretaker and Sickie are out at an event when Sickie says "I need to use the bathroom" and rushes off.

When Sickie doesn't come back, Caretaker sends a text.

Caretaker: You ok?

Sickie: No.

Sickie: I just threw up. Kinda a lot.

[sicktummies]

Sickie cramping so bad they have to double over and curl up while lying down in bed. They were trying to rest but the urge to go hit badly and they're sure if they get up or move they'll have an accident right there, so they try to hold it in at first. But they need to go so badly and their bey feels like it's being twisted with each spasm and cramp, whatever is in their belly wants out, NOW, and they really cant hold it in anymore, so in a desperate attempt they balled up their blanket and pressed it against their ass so they can stop fighting the spasms.

The first spasm brings their entire belly inwards and let out a series of bad gas, and they start truly leaking diarrhea into the blanket, soiling mush right through their pants. They just hope the fabric can hold it all in...

[tummyachesandchocolatecakes]

Imagine...

Your naked partner has stuffed themselves to the max, and then kept going. Their stomach is hugely distended, swollen to the point of agony. But they keep going. You can hear the heaviness and pain in each swallow as their stomach is completely packed and food is beginning to back up into their throat. You seat yourself so they’re between your legs as you wrap you arms around their swollen midriff, light touches and strokes only. No pressure at all. You want to see how much they can force in, how far they can go before their body gives up.

They pause for a moment, cake midway to their mouths. You feel the ripple of stomach muscles clenching beneath your palm as they snap their mouth shut and hold back a gag. You lightly stroke their tummy and lean in closer, putting your head into the crook of their neck so you can whisper loving praise and soothing reassurances as they battle to keep the food in them a little longer. Their stomach clenches again and they let out another gag followed by an awfully wet burp. Another hard clench constricts their stomach and they pitch forward, still clamping their mouth closed but unable to control the involuntary movement as their body tries to get into prime puking position. You hear the silenced wretch in their throat, deep and wet. They finally drop the cakes slice and slam their hand against their mouth, but another wretch has undigested food and saliva spilling out between their fingers and onto the floor.

“Okay darling, it’s okay, you did so good. Let it out. I’m here.” You soothe them as they finally let go, torrents of undigested food projectile from their mouths, splattering the floor as you gently rub circles on their tummy, wanting to soothe the gut wrenching constriction of their severely bloated tummy. It was like rock beneath your palm, completely and utterly solid. No give, not even the slightest squish to it, just completely solid distended stomach against your hand. You feel your arousal come on hard and fast, and know that despite the vomiting and obvious discomfort, your partner is surely as, if not more so, aroused as you.

There is a small break in the vomiting, and you guide your partner to the bathroom, one hand round their waist and on their tummy at all times. By the time they make it in front of the toilet their stomach is already clenching, still so stuffed with food. Your partner whines, leaning over the toilet, one hand supporting them whilst the other finds its way on top of your spare hand. They guide your hand between their legs, their touch eager, clearly desperate for sexual release. You respond with gentle yet firm touches, then lean your hips into them as they lean over the toilet sickly. You grind against them, pushing your crotch against their ass hard. They groan in pleasure but it’s stifled quickly by a wet belch and a sickly trickle of vomit running into the toilet. Your hand on their stomach can feel the torment beneath it. Their stomach is bubbling angrily, muscle spasms constantly threatening to take over and expel the contents.

More sickly burps, small amounts of saliva and minimal puke follow over the next few minutes. You continue to touch your partner and grind against them, pleased by the wetness you’re both creating and feeling. They turn their head and look pleadingly into your eyes.

“Help me. Help my tummy. Please make me feel better.” They whine seductively.

You lower your pants, and bend your partner so they’re leaning over the toilet. You insert into them slowly, gentle not to hurt them or their distended belly. Then you slowly grind yourself into them. You use your hand on their stomach to begin massaging harder, pushing into the solid mass of their stomach. They gag hard, small amounts of chunky vomit splattering into the bowl. But you keep going, moving your hips faster and you insert yourself deeper inside them. Then you clench your hand into a fist, and with a slow yet strong motion, push into their sickly swollen tummy. The response in instant. Vomit cascades out of their mouths, splashing forcefully into the bowl time after time. Their wretches bringing up vomit in time with the deep thrusting of your hips and pulsating of your penis. Pushing and kneading, massaging and caressing. You move with each other, basing your movements on the reaction of your partners turmoiled tum. And as the wretches grow less productive, they let out a groan that only comes with climax. The noise is all you need to allow yourself to join them, cum forcefully ejecting itself inside their already aching and full insides. As the pleasure washes through you your knees grow weak and you lower each other to the ground, bathing in the intense relief orgasm has bought you both. You snuggle into them, hands back on their tummy, still solid and severely upset. They are not done, and neither are you. You both enjoy your reprieve and begin readying yourself for round two.

[emeto-queen]

Hey yalllllll I’m sorry again if I don’t respond I’ve just been super low and self conscious lately but I ate and drank entirely too much beer tonight and felt super icky for a while until it needed to make its way back up in a few big heaves 🤢 I was able to record a full video while it happened…. Hope you enjoy… ☺️

[sicktummies]

I'm not into stuffing a lot but holding in a full sick belly gets me... imagine you're really sick and can feel whatever last meal you ate being bad and slowly irritating your belly... the thing about diarrhea is that it pulls water into your intestines and dehydrating you while also filling your belly with essentially liquified poop.

So your belly starts to churn and cramp with those big gurgles that tells you there's also bad gas in the mix... and it makes you feel really full up and bloated. But you're in no position to poop right now, maybe in public or a train or plane with no accessible bathroom for hours. So all you can do is hold it all in.

The full pressure makes you want to burst out of both ends and desperate for relief you start thinking about letting out some of the gas even though you KNOW you'll have an accident. But your belly hurts real bad and you start instictively massaging the swollen thing for just a bit of relief. You really can't hold it much longer...

The big full feeling is making you nauseous too. And then your belly spasmed involuntarily, and you gag, and there was some air that brought up with it. The little relief your sick belly felt was bliss... so you clench, rubbed your belly upwards your chest, and you start burping bit by bit, trying to stay discreet and hunching as low as possible, hoping it'll help stave the diarrhea away for another few hours.

Still, you're holding all that bad stuff in, and there's nothing you can do except feel it gurgle and cramp as you chase whatever small relief you can get...

[fluffy-sickfics-art]

pretty guys with arm muscles throwing up >>

[songs-abt-yuckies]

hey computer...show me someone stuck in traffic and their stomach is rumbling and their lower gut is hurting like hell. show me them having cold sweats and whimpering ad clutching their stomach. hey computer show me someone messing themself while stuck in traffic bc lunch didnt sit well with them and theyre stuck during rush hour so theyre forced to sit in their mess. computer show me how relieved they are that the pressure and pain in their lower gut is gone but now they gotta sit in their own mess for the foreseeable future. computer can you hear me

[sicktummies]

Person who held their sick belly for as long as theg can until it's their turn to have the bathroom. He shares a bathroom with another roommate who's sick with the same flu and they each get 10 minutes after the other to relieve themselves if they're both needing the bathroom.

He calls out as soon as the 10 minute mark hits. Both of their bellies are having an absolute blowout right now and he's been holding his diarrhea as he clutches his belly with both arms and moan in pain on the couch. "Please come out," he says pathetically as another liquid gurgle reverbrates through is poor bloated stomach, cramping his waist to make him let out some gas. He reaches a hand towards his rear and presses it against his butt, afraid of having an accident. "I can't hold it anymore, I need to shit so bad."

"I can't make it stop!" His roommate yells behind the closed bathroom door. It was half an excuse and half a plea. "It just keeps coming out..."

He groans as another urge to pass gass comes. The other hand stuck pressing against his butt grows warmer, and he feels like he's going to explode from the pressure. His entire belly feels like it's filled with liquid. "Please," he begs, doubling over, even when he knows it's useless, "I can't hold it - I'm so full, hurts so bad, I'm going to shit right here if you don't...!"

"I'm trying!"

He feels like sobbing. He doesn't want to have diarrhea anywhere else, he physically couldn't; they've tried trash bags and diapers to no avail. He needed to sit over the toilet and let the sickness all out, but there's nothing he could do now, so he just curls up, knee against his chest, and cradles his poor gurgling and belching belly, hoping he can hold it all in for another minute.

He's grunting with exertion and drenched in cold sweat when his roommate emerges from the bathroom, equally spent and exhausted. He watched him flop on the couch and mutter weakly "it's all yours." he eyes the toilet across the room in relief before his belly gives another sharp cramp and thick rumble of trapped gas and he realizes: he is never going to make it there without shitting himself.

"What's wrong?" His roomate asks. "Just go. You said you were gonna shit yourself."

"I will," he moans helplessly, curling his body up even closer. "Can't hold it - gonna shit myself if I move..."

"You can make it," his roommate encourages, "better all out than nothing."

He's held everything in for so long, and the burning in his belly along with the angrier sloshing means his own body won't stand it any longer. But as soon as he uncurls from the floor, a sharp cramp hits along with a sudden loud gurgle - his belly squeezes involuntarily, entire body pushing and grunting before he realizes - "hrkk - nghh, shit! Shit!"

A loud burst of gas, followed by hot liquid running down his intestines. His belly feels like it's on fire as he presses his hand firmly against his rear and makes a dash toward the bathroom - feels the chunks of diarrhea stain his hand and spurt through his fingers, and it burns, can't hold it, can't...!

He needed both hands to take off his pants, so naturally all hell breaks loose and he stifles a cry of defeat as bright yellow diarrhea splatters all over his pants and the floor. He didn't even have time to breathe as soon as he sat on the toilet; the spasming is so intense his chin curls into his chest and his torso folds against his lap. He grunts from the sheer exertion, dry heaves in pain as it gurgles and pours and burns. His roomate was right: it just won't stop coming...

[pissbuddys]

someone in the toilet with tummy troubles and their partner/friend asking if theyre alright because theyve been in there a while is so good like it shows care but also embarrasses the victim sm 🥺

[all-up]

love the idea of staying in a hotel with thin walls next to someone with bad food poisoning. The kind of food poisoning where you feel fine other than violent bouts of vomiting that seem to come out of nowhere. So the person next door is just hanging out, you can hear them playing video games or watching tv and every hour or so they start groaning and moaning and vomiting into their hotel trash can, not holding back their sick sounds at all as theyre unaware how easily they can be heard.

[letitcomeout]

concept: someone who’s been trying to curb their nausea for *hours* on a flight mumbling a hushed but desperate ‘oh no’ before frantically reaching for a sick bag. projecting out all of the food they overindulged in at the airport, no idea they were going to get so motion sick being sat at the back of the plane.

soon enough one bag is full and badly aimed puke is splashing over the edges of the heaving, heavy bag, they put it down on the table in front of them before taking a bag from the seat next to them and grunting gently, but their body turns it into a guttural burp and gag before forcing up more thick vomit into the bag.

[kory-ann-der]

Thinking about both ends scenarios. Yeah I’m deranged, what are you gonna do about it?

Just bloated, aching, super sick bellies. Nauseating churning, bowels that are cramping. Needing to eat something but knowing it’s just gonna rush right through. Desperate belly rubs and pained little groans. Nothing reducing the painful bloat inside. Getting up to rush to the bathroom with a bucket in hand.

All normal things to think about

[sloshytums]

Character A and B are on vacation and B gets a horrific stomach virus.

Despite this they stay on vacation. One day on the beach. B rushes into the water and proceeds to have bad watery stool.

A doesn’t notice and thinks B is just cooling off cuz it’s hot and they are not feeling so good.

It soon stops and B feels a little better but not much knowing it’ll probably happen again soon.

A soon joins them in the water and then B grips their shoulders and gives A their my stomach hurts and it’s gonna burst face. They scrunch up and A looks shocked and concerned. But lets B hold onto their shoulders as B pushes out gas and tons of watery stool. A holds them up as they push and push. It feels like it won’t end. Finally it stops and A helps them wash up and they decide that’s enough beach for the day.

laying here and imagining B on the beach, lounging and enjoying the waves until their stomach starts to bubble. it starts really suddenly—like *really* suddenly. they’re laying against a canvas beach chair and their hand jumps to their stomach as they feel everything squelch and rumble, moving downwards. the closest bathroom is probably a good run away, or maybe even in a nearby restaurant, and it only takes a few seconds of their tummy twisting for them to know they can’t make it. their tummy makes a terrible, terrible bubbling noise and they’re jumping up. both hands hold their poor stomach as they dash to the water. it’s their only choice. as soon as they get inside, the contents of their stomach pour out of them, all liquid. A notices and starts to approach, but B can’t stop the flow of watery shit.