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Might get around to editing some of the other vids from this day at some point.
My first bloating audio... I decided to chug approximately 1.5 liters of sparkling water. Enjoy this recording with lots of burps, panting, whimpering, and stomach noises ^^ It gets better as it goes on! Now I just need someone to rub my tummyyy...
emeto warning
throwing up is so submissive. like aw you feel so bad your poor tummy just can't help being sick and you need someone to take care of you 🥺
Mmmghdgdhbdhdhdg there’s nothing cuter than when an upset tummy makes a guy all whiny and vocal about how uncomfortable it feels… repeating how “he ate waaay too much” and how his belly “is SO full,” clutching his distended gut; burping and groaning. And of course those those classic lines that get you every time, hearing them out loud; “ohhh my tummy…” “it hurts…”
Bonus points for any self-soothing belly rub action, watching them slip a hand under their shirt (hehe, if you’re lucky this is when you might be able to spot a little bit of belly bloat sticking out) and wince as they weakly try to massage out the waves of sickness rolling through their guts.
Makes me weaaaak seeing him rendered helpless over all that trouble his poor tummy is stirring up inside 💘💘
Layered Marble Cake with Chocolate Cream Cheese Frosting
i keep seeing things and going "that should make them throw up" like sure mr. emeto i bet your opinion is not biased at all. anyways everyone should make characters vomit. for me
Me: Oh this character is hungover? Now would be a good time to see them throw up.
Also Me: Dramatic angst and overwhelming emotions? Throwing up is only logical.
And Me: Nerves on a first date and emotional vulnerability? Cue throwing up with comfort, please.
i go fucking feral when guys cough while puking…mmm yes be more miserable…can’t catch your breath? mmm what a shame…oh no…
and the stomach contractions that come with? mmm…just one more thing for your poor body to endure…
BARK BARK WOOF WOOF ARGHHHH
Okay but being sleepy with a full tummy is the best
rubbing a sleepy person's stuffed belly until they fall asleep is nice too
unfortunately one of the most attractive things a man can do is get visibly nauseous.
someone pinching your belly is so erotic whether its for teasing, worship, or comfort purposes
From yesterday, after having like one sip of coffee. Almost 4 full minutes of uncontrollable dry heaving, this time loud asf bc I could not keep it down 😭 This wasn’t even the worst of it, like ten minutes later it happened again but for even longer. Truly haven’t felt so nauseous on an empty stomach maybe ever bc this was brutal 🥲🤢 but I am glad I got vids of it for y’all hehe
I caught the other time on video too… if anyone is interested in seeing it dm me :)
Thursday, 7:53am. The morning is starting slow. Your alarm has gone off four or five times, dreading you out of a bleary comfort your pillows and duvet have afforded you. You have to get up, you have to put your feet on the floor and stand. You have thirty minutes to get presentable and leave before you're late for work. You have the same routine every morning, yet somehow you forget to take your meds three times before you finally remember. The aching dread that comes at the end of the week has begun to settle over you; you're less focused, drawn to scrolling on your phone while you bluster through your morning routine hazardously. You stayed up too late last night, you're regretting your decision. You don't want to go to work today, but you can't call in. Typical Thursday.
8:37am You're running a little behind, but if you're lucky and don't hit too much traffic, you should be able to make it to work on time. You managed to make yourself a coffee and microwave breakfast burrito to eat on the way in. Your stomach growls and saliva pools under your tongue. You didn't eat quickly enough after taking your meds, the nausea starts to kick in. You cough a few times, swallow your spit down and pray. You force yourself to take a few large sips of your coffee, hoping that the calories from the creamer will be enough to settle your stomach. You start your car and take a bite of the burrito. It's the end bit, so it's mostly tortilla and a bit of egg. You try not to be disappointed as you back out of your parking spot and begin off to work.
8:58am You're just in time for work. You won't have time to make it to your computer before 9:00, but you're on company property so you can clock in on your phone. You let yourself sit for a second before going inside. You're feeling restless; it's just anxiety about being late, your boss has been in a bad mood lately and you don't want to upset him. Your music on the way in was too loud, but the silence was even worse. Your breakfast burrito didn't actually heat through all the way and turned you off from the idea of eating entirely. Your coffee is too sweet, you poured too much creamer into it this morning, but you'll survive. You feel off, but you convince yourself that's just because you're tired.
Got so sick earlier, I managed to pull myself out of the bathtub and record on time, but I did get my phone a little wet.
I ate my lunch to quickly today and my tummy was not happy with me at all 🫠. My tummy started bloating up and I could feel every single rumble, gurgle, and burble rip through me 😭. And the urge to burp was so bad but nothing would come up so now I’m stuck here trying to soothe my hurting tummy to no avail 🥲.
Super Self Indulgent Post I Thought Of While Driving Today 🚗🍣
Driving your boyfriend on a mountainous, poorly paved back road. You’ve got a two hour drive ahead of you, and you stopped for lunch at a gas station about thirty minutes ago. Your boyfriend opted for the dreaded gas station sushi, a suspicious little bento box with seaweed salad and a spicy salmon roll, while you had something a little less risky…and probably something that hasn’t been sitting in a poorly refrigerated case for a week.
You talk as you drive, flicking your eyes occasionally to the passenger’s side. Your boyfriend is beginning to sound distracted, giving you one word answers. You ask if everything is okay, and that’s when he says with a thick swallow and a low, sheepish voice, “I think that sushi was a little off.”
You tense up against the steering wheel. Uh oh.
Your boyfriend stays rigid against his seatbelt, as though he’s afraid that any sudden movement will trigger him to feel worse. You quickly turn your head to flash a full glance at him. Though you’ve seen it in cartoons, you’ve never actually seen someone turn green…and to top it off, he’s clammy with a sexy, sickly sweat. You’d turn on the air conditioning if it wasn’t broken.
You’ve been dating for a decent amount of time, yet you’ve never discussed things of this nature, these…bodily discomforts. You don’t want him to feel anymore embarrassed than he already is, so you coyly ask if he’s feeling it upstairs or downstairs.
“I don’t know.” He shuts his eyes and starts breathing in and out at a steady rhythm to keep himself under control. You wonder if you should pull over somewhere, but there’s no shoulders on these mountain highways…and probably no gas station for quite a while. What to do? What to do?
You suggest cracking a window to get some fresh air, and he agrees. You ask your phone to direct you to the nearest gas station, and it tells you that you’ve still got 30 minutes on this bumpy stretch of road. Your boyfriend audibly groans at this information, and you ask if he’ll be able to make it. You suppose he doesn’t have a choice.
You’re trying to make these 30 minutes go fast, so you find yourself hitting the gas and passing other cars (something you practically never do, unless someone is really, really slow). With every pothole and bump and twisty turn, you wince in solidarity. They really need to do something about these back roads.
Your boyfriend has fully folded in on himself, clutching his stomach and cupping his forehead. He’s concentrating. Hard.
“Are you hitting every bump on purpose?” he snaps. You instantly apologize, and after a moment so does he. He doesn’t mean to have an attitude. He knows you’re doing the best you can…but the situation is getting dire.
He breathily says that he doesn’t feel good, and now you’re in full panic mode, too. You feel like you’re reaching some kind of crescendo. There’s no way in hell that sushi’s staying down. He holds a curled fist to his mouth as the uneven asphalt makes your car bounce. You tell him to just breathe, you’re only five minutes away from the gas station…
But unfortunately, it’s too late.
His cheeks swell. Your car is so old that it still has a hand crank. He cranks the window down and shoves his head out. You hear him retching like a sick dog, unproductively…until finally…he’s…productive.
As you near the gas station, he puts his head back in the car, absolutely humiliated and exhausted. You pull into a parking space. You ask him if he wants you to come in with him, and he shakes his head no. You respect this. Somethings are just between a man and his toilet. You tell him you’ll find some medicine for him as he’s fumbling to undo his seatbelt. With a door slam, you watch him rush into the gas station. He bumps into several different people on his way in.
You trail behind him slightly, on a mission to find all the essentials. You grab him a bottle of ginger ale, a pack of peanut butter crackers to nibble on, and then wander to the medication aisle. You pick up bottles, reading symptoms: relief from upset stomach, nausea, heartburn, indigestion, and diarrhea. Sounds about right.
After paying, you knock on the men’s bathroom, interrupting your boyfriend’s burping and heaving.
I’ll be in the car, you say. Take your time.
You sit in the car for a good 20-30 minutes. Just as you’re starting to get worried, you boyfriend opens the car door, looking defeated but with a little more color in his face. You joke that you were about to send in the search and rescue squad to find him. You ask if he’s feeling better.
“Much better.” he says. “I think I got it out of my system.”
You’re glad to hear this, and give him his “presents,” though he declines the medicine since he’s feeling so much better.
You continue your drive, thinking the worst is behind you. After about ten minutes on the road, your boyfriend starts to fidget in his seat
“I’m not feeling so good again,” he whimpers.
hot chocolate is such a horny food it's a yummy thick cup of everything good and warm that will make you sooo comfy and drowsy and leave you vulnerable to having your tummy kneaded while you're drinking it. btw
My water was fighting back, I managed to keep it down but it was a little bit of a fight.