#INDIGESTION

[lesbianoms]

Woman who hypnotizes me into being her edible pet. The trance is only long enough to last the evening, but fortunately for her, that’s also how long I’ll be lasting…

She scratches my head and pets my hair, calling me a good puppy, as I nuzzle into her flat stomach that I’ve been conditioned into thinking I want to make so very round and full.

Lying down on the bed, she beckons me over and we cuddle, as she slowly teases and tastes me, licking the side of my face and peppering little kisses down the side of my neck. Meanwhile I’m getting so horny, and she smiles because she knows that if I’m slick and wet, I’ll slide down her throat much easier…

Snapping a collar around my neck, my pred pats me on the head and says goodbye to me. She slurps me down greedily, squeezing my sensitive, naked body into her gullet. Thick, wet gulps echo around the bedroom as my fate is sealed.

Her belly is a plush, moist, flabby blanket around me as I stretch out her stomach. The walls hug me tight as I shift around and squirm inside of her, to which she reacts with a delighted moan. Her stomach is rotund and swollen, almost bigger than she is. With a dazed grin, she flops her back onto the bed, rubbing and patting the beast of a gut I’ve bestowed upon her.

“Ooooh, puppy…. ❤️ you r-really hh-*hic!* hit the spot~ oouuh, it’s gonna take sooo long for Mommy to digest you, darling…”

She’s right. Her stomach is still getting used to me. The groans her belly lets out are muted and strained, smothered by my weight, and the acids are bubbling slow, trying to make sense of the moaning, panting lump within its confines. But I’m enjoying every second of it. Pleasure tingles through my body as I wiggle around and reach down between my legs to rub my folds.

I hear my pred whine, the playfulness in her voice suddenly retracted, and she moans in discomfort as she tries to soothe her churning gut.

“Hhhmf… ow… I think you’re giving me a tummy ache, puppy…” *hic*

The hiccups are all she’s able to let out. I’m packed so tight in her gut that there’s not a lot of room for those digestive gurgles to relieve pressure around in a more convenient manner. From the depths of her belly come the grumbliest noises as waves of warm air and juices bathe my body, and I continue to touch myself, completely high on the sensation of being her food.

Hours pass. Her stomach has barely made any progress on me, and her gut is still as massive and glorpy as it was when she first swallowed me. I shift around a bit inside of her and I hear her let out a low moan— her belly does the same. It’s gonna be a looooong “digestion session” for the both of us… 🫧

[ghozt-gutz]

Really wanted draw him having a tummy ache and maybe a little bit of a burp attack 🫢🥴😤

[hooter-n-company]

What type of pranks has Rameses played on other creatures and tourists/people? ( vore is definitely one of them though isn't it Hooter (¬ w ¬) )

Yup, vore is one of them...although it tends to backfire on him every once in a while...

[notgwad]

Okay, looks like today Ive got indigestion. My tummy feels upset af. Stomach is bloated and achind and bowels just trying to dance smth inside my poor gut causing strong cramps. Unfortunately, looks llike my micro isnt sensitive enough to catch crszy "brrr" that my tummy does. But at least this vid is longer than usual.

[the--marsening]

i have such a weakness for coffee baristas.

a pretty little thing having a slow shift day, so bored and there's just nothing to do! casually snacking on a sandwich, then a cake.. a nice coffee with unholy amounts of creamer, whipped cream and so much sweet caramel sauce.

their belly bloating up, full of gas from all the unnecessary dairy, but they seemingly don't notice. only taking another sandwich, feeling so starved.. another cake, and one more.

[chmonja]

Tummyache prompt

(It’s all author’s sick imagination, I have no idea if it’s possible irl)

Imagine char a being so stuffed (maybe they were even stuffed by char B for a couple of days) that their whole digestive tract just gives out, and they, as ill luck would have it, are stuffed with SUPER upsetting food. And now, they’re stuck with a practically bursting tummy, that hurts like hell because of the spicy and heavy food in there. They cry and moan as the tons of food are bursting their belly, but it doesn’t seem to digest at all. They want, but the can’t trash and writhe, since their belly is too big and sensitive, that the smallest pressure brings them immense pain. They lay like this already for a day and B is starting to worry - even their tummy rubs don’t help and A’s tummy isn’t even making sounds - when B presses an ear to their distended belly, there’s only threatening silence and short breaths - the huge stomach barely leaves space for A’s lungs. B decides to try giving A some kind of gastric lavage, but they can’t even swallow water, for it to wash up the undigested food. Then they just try to make A throw up, but it also doesn’t help- it seems like there’s a huge cork out of food in their stomach and it doesn’t want to come up, leaving A in tummy agony.

[bellysoupset]

Some LukeBell emeto cuteness because Why Not.

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"Hey," Bella opened a lazy smile, lowering her nintendo switch and removing her headphones, "how was work?"

"Uhm," Luke groaned, walking to the bed and kicking off his shoes. He didn't bother with the buttons of his shirt, pulling it off like a normal t-shirt and falling on the bed, "my head hurts."

"Migraine?" Bella froze, cringing in sympathy. He hadn't had a migraine in quite a while and was overdue one. Luke shook his head, pushing his wife's knees apart and slotting himself between her legs, using her chest as a pillow.

"No, just a headache," he let out a big sigh as Bell started to pet his hair, "the shelter food made my belly feel all gross, I think I'll have to start bringing my own."

"The food was bad?" Bella scoffed, "that's fucked up! They're serving that to people who really need-"

"No, the food was fine," Luke snuggled up even more, "but it had a bit of pepper and ugh," as if to corroborate his point, his belly let out an unhappy gurgle and he shifted, muffling a burp against his wife's oversized shirt.

Bella wrinkled her nose in disgust as the hot air of the thick belch warmed up the spot, but she continued to pet his hair, "you're so painfully white, Lucas."

He let out a groan, pressing his forehead to her collarbone and slumping down. After a couple more minutes of no talking, Bella retrieved her Switch and put on a silly game, just to have something to do.

Upon hearing a sound effect Luke raised his head and squinted at her, pouting "I'm dying, give me attention!"

Bella snorted, lowering the Switch again, "you have a tummyache, you're not dying," nonetheless she leaned in, pulling him to fully drape himself over her and Lucas let out a pleased noise, burying his face on her neck. She rolled her eyes, turning her face to press a kiss to his cheek, "you're such a huge baby, Atwood."

He didn't even bother sounding offended, wrapping his arms around Bella's waist and breathing out softly. With Lucas lying on top of her like that, Bell was struggling to breathe, but she could also feel all of the upset churns and gurgles of her husband's stomach.

Bell started to scratch his back and Luke melted, all tension leaving him, his breathing slowing down as he started to doze off. She was starting to get sleepy herself, when Lucas' belly let out another upset growl and he groaned, the gross feeling pulling him out of his almost slumber.

"Urgh," Luke moaned softly, squirming until he wasn't so much as draped on top of Bell, but only his head resting on her stomach, lying diagonally on the bed, "it's been hours and I still feel queasy..." he finished it off with another burp, barely muffling it with his hand.

Bella sighed, "would medicine help? We have Pepto and TUMS..."

"Maybe Pepto...?" He sat up correctly on the bed as Bella crawled out of it to grab the pink bottle. Luke hung his head between his knees, planting a hand to his stomach and groaning as he felt the hot, acidic liquid inside, "gross..."

"Here, bottom's up," Bella handed him the little plastic bottle and moved so she was sitting behind him once again, planting her hands on Luke's naked shoulders and rubbing her thumbs in deep circles, trying to massage some of the tension off.

He gulped down the chalky strawberry liquid and wrinkled his nose, planting the bottle on their bedside table and rubbing uneasily at his stomach, "it's like... Burning."

"The pepto will help," Bella nuzzled the side of his head, continuing to rub his back. Luke let out a groan as he felt a gurgle inside his stomach, acid tickling the back of his throat.

Turning his face away from Bell's, he muffled a thick burp against his fist and wrapped an arm around his middle.

Bella's massage felt nice and normally he'd have melted into a puddle by now, but the discomfort in his stomach seemed to only grow. He leaned forward on his knees, staring at their ugly beige carpet and trying to ignore the burning inside and how sloshy his belly felt, "I hate this carpet."

Bella snorted, planting a kiss on his shoulder, "not enough reason to puke on it, Atwood. You're looking a little green around the gills, wanna move to the bathroom?"

Luke squeezed his eyes shut, gulping down, "no, don't think I'm gonna throw up..." his belly chose this moment to let out a loud whine, loud enough it made his wife muffle a snort against his back, but she didn't say anything, continuing to try and press the tension off his shoulders.

Lucas swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth, shuddering as a particularly hard cramp hit him. His leg started to bounce up and down as he tried to fight off the nausea, the weird churning inside him.

"Lu," Bella pressed a kiss to his temple, "baby, c'mon," she grabbed his bicep, ushering him up, "don't puke on the carpet, its gonna be hell to clean."

"We should... Should get rid of it," Luke groaned, but didn't fight her as Bella pushed him inside the bathroom. He lowered himself in front of the toilet, pushing the lid up, but not leaning over it. He was still hopeful it would pass on its own.

"It's a rental, Atwood. Means we can't rip parts of it off, no matter how ugly we find them," Bella chuckled quietly, grabbing a bath towel and folding it, so Luke could kneel on that instead of on the cold tiles.

She could see there was no way he was winning this fight, but telling him it was useless would only have him try harder. Competitive prick. He was coated in a thin layer of sweat and normally Luke's belly was pretty quiet unless he was hungry, but now she could hear the gurgles and whines loud and clear.

Lucas let out a groan, opening a hand flat on top of his belly. He was slightly bloated, she could tell as his fingers dug into his abdomen, the faint traces of his abs had faded away - less than she expected, but more than she'd have liked. He leaned forward, spitting in the clear water and resting his forehead to the porcelain.

"Bell, it fucking hurts," Luke moaned, making her heart squeeze. Bella scooted closer, planting a hand on his forehead to help with the aim and with how heavy his head felt, then put her opposite hand on his stomach.

"Okay, get it up, babe," she instructed, straightening up so she was taller than him in his hunched position over the toilet, "force up a burp."

Lucas must've been in too much pain, because instead of fighting the nausea as he normally would've done, he nodded weakly and she heard the shallow noises of him swallowing air. His stomach let out another upset gurgle and Luke pitched forward with an airy burp, with none of the potency that his belches normally had.

"C'mon," Bella rolled her eyes fondly, patting his back, "you can do better. Get up a big one, babe-"

With an almost annoyed grunt, Luke scrambled forward with a huge burp, that turned wet halfway through. He buried his head in the bowl, arms shooting out to grab on the porcelain and Bella cringed in sympathy, keeping her hand put in his forehead to stop him from hitting the toilet bowl as the violent heaves wrecked him.

After what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a couple minutes, Luke coughed and pulled back, panting like crazy. There was drool clinging to his bottom lip and bits and pieces to his chin, his green eyes all teary.

"Fuck..."

"Blow your nose," Bell passed him a wad of toilet paper and got up to get him a glass of water. She heard Luke blowing his nose, then spitting a couple times and flushing the toilet, "here," she passed him the glass of water and offered her husband a sad smile.

He was incredibly pale and leaning against their cramped bathtub, with his eyes closed, taking measured breaths. Luke cracked his eyes open to take the glass, but didn't bring it to his mouth.

"Rinse your mouth off and take a sip, Luke, it's going to help," Bella bargained, kneeling down next to him. He nodded in agreement, but made no movement to drink, causing her to sigh.

"Lucas?"

"Give me a minute," his voice was thick and his eyes squeezed shut once more, lips pressing into a thin line. Bella sat down on the cold floor, staring at him expectantly and as if he could feel her stare, still with his eyes closed, Luke groaned, "stop gawking."

"You're just too handsome, I can't help it," Bell teased him lightly, causing the corner of his mouth to turn up just a bit. His stomach let out another sickly groan and Lucas squirmed, passing her the full glass of water again, nearly causing it to splash, and hugging the toilet once more.

He didn't puke, only hung over it, mouth open and drooling, clearly feeling like hell. There was nothing Bella could say to make him feel better, so instead she just sat next to him awkwardly, planting a hand in the middle of his back and waiting to see if he was gonna be sick or not.

A minute passed, no noise, no nothing... "Luke, let's go ba-"

The second she started to speak, his back curled and Lucas coughed up another mouthful of bright red vomit, groaning loudly. Bella grimaced, moving closer enough she could push his hair back and away from his sweaty forehead.

"You're almost done, get it up," she said, worriedly biting her lip. It was crazy that just a bit of spice could reduce a man of his size to a pathetic puddle.

He sniffled, burping again, the sound echoing in the bowl, then clumsily reached for the flush, putting his entire weight on it, "think... Think I'm done."

His voice was husky, scratchy thanks to all the acid.

"You sure?"

"No," Luke pressed his forehead to his forearm still resting on the toilet, "can I have some water, please?"

"Here," Bella reached behind her, near their laundry basket and grabbed the abandoned glass, keeping her hands over his in a concerned way since Luke was shaking so much.

He swished the water around, then spat it in the toilet and drank a small sip, blowing out a soft burp, "I'm fine now..." Luke rubbed a hand over his face, "Geez..."

Bella squinted at him, before nodding, "wanna take a shower? You're drenched with sweat."

"Uhm, yeah, help me up-" Luke moved at a snail's pace, wrapping an arm around his stomach, "never let me eat at the shelter again."

"Noted," Bella chuckled, hugging him close as Luke swayed and stripped down his pants. She tried to pull back, but he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, crushing the ginger to his chest and stepped back, pulling them both under the warm water spray, "Lucas!"

"Don't yell at me, I'm dying," Luke whined, hugging her closer and Bella sighed, rolling her eyes and sinking into his arms, despite the water sipping through her shirt and pants.

[theapothecaryshop]

🌊 Summer prompt list 🌊

(TW : emetophobia)

Character overindulging on ice cream

Heat exhaustion (which can lead to nausea and throwing up)

For those who like water inflation, all types of scenarios in swimming pools, or maybe a character filling a kiddie pool with a garden hose and ... filling their stomach too (after all, we love a character lying on a deckchair with a big, sloshy tummy all rounded and full of water)

A character invited to a pool party but who ends up so overstuffed that they can't even swim, all they can do is comically float on their back with their overfed tummy bulging

Or just a character being so hot they chug water all day

Summer is also the time for fun fairs, so cotton candy, ice cream, churros, and, if you feel like torturing your character, a rollercoaster ride after all of this. No doubt their belly filled with greasy, sugary food will love being flipped back and forth. Or maybe they could just spend their day mindlessly eating, too caght up in the festive ambiance to realise they're beyond full, and they seating down for a minute and realise just how full and bloated they are

If you're up to WG scenarios, well, no doubt a social character will love to take advantage of the holidays to go through a serie of barbecues, cocktails, and ice creams, each time with a different friend of course, and they're happy to enjoy the good company and good food until they realise it all clung to their midsection

Stay safe and take care !

(You can use these prompts as you want but mentions/reblogs are appreciated.)

[nightmarekilljoy]

Never thought this would happen but thought that this was my normal up until last year. I thought it was my normal that mild infections sent me to the hospital. I thought it was my normal to have me struggle with digestion, going to the bathroom, eating (not in an ed sort of way), cramps, back pain, joint pain, bone pain, nose bleeds, dizziness, nausea, bladder pain, tinnitus, hand tremors, near fainting experiences, fainting, bleeding, shooting pain, stabbing pain, weak legs, malabsorption, abnormal blood test.

No. Its not normal. It should not be normal.

I am angry.

I am angry at everyone who told me to just exercise, to just eat healthy, to just drink tea, to just try yoga, to just try anything that has never helped me.

I am angry at every misdiagnosis. At every hospital visit spent in pain while doctors did nothing to prevent that pain. At every doctor that said I was too young. At every doctor that dismissed even the concerns of my mother who knew my problems since birth. At every hospital stay spent in pain and without conclusive diagnosis.

I am angry at every family member who called me an attention seeker, who told me my pain was all in my head, who told me my pain was only minor and that everyone else's pain is more important because they're older and I'm young and don't know anything.

I am angry. Terribly angry. It takes too long to be taken seriously and to get a diagnosis. My pain shouldn't last this long. I should have got treatment as a child. I should have been treated.

Its not normal to be in pain every day. Please take care of yourselves.

-Amber (she/they/it/star/shine/rot)

[belliesandburps]

Vil 👀

Vil doesn't overeat due to his insanely strict dietary regimen, but due to constantly attending different galas and shows for any movies he works on, Vil has had a tendency to eat things that didn't sit right in his stomach. Either it's a lot heavier than his body is used to (usually, anything that's really heavy on the cream), or it's way too spicy. Whatever the case, Vil will find his stomach starting to churn and burble rather aggressively. At first, it will be covered up by the busy crowds of people at these big parties or events, but then, he starts to feel pressure welling up in his chest, and when that first pressure pocket gets to be too much, he will absolutely refuse to let anything come up, forcing the gas down back into his gut at all costs. But even though it works, that only fluctuates his stomach even worse, which causes the bubbling to grow more aggressive, and makes Vil begin to feel nauseous. Until he clears his throat and excuses himself to go the restroom, trying to make any kind of scene. When he's away from the crowds, he'll put his hand on his stomach and start to caress it as he makes his way to the bathroom. His usually firm, concave middle will feel a little bloated; not round, but it's definitely pushing out more than usual due to all the air building up. He'll huff miserably, and check to make sure the bathroom is empty first, and once it is, Vil will start rubbing his belly firmly to ease the discomfort, cursing himself for eating whatever it is that's got his gut in such fluctuation. When he feels the pressure welling up again, Vil will press down on his belly with one hand and push a fist against his mouth with the other. What follows is an incredibly long, throaty belch that reverberates heavily behind his fist, puffing out Vil's cheeks as the gas aggressively rattles up his throat. When it ends, Vil will blow the gas off to the side, fan his nostrils in self-disgust, then take a breath as he feels his stomach still churning away. He'll clutch at the sink and hunch over it for a moment, before muffling another rather heavy-sounding belch behind his fist. Vil will moan after and knead into the side of his stomach firmly, until he manages to work out a rather long, ungentlemanly belch that sounds like he can just barely hold it in behind his fist. And when it ends, Vil will sigh with relief, pat his stomach firmly, not out of satisfaction, but just to make sure there's more residual gas still brewing inside of him. Because for such a prim and proper person, for as much as Vil LOATHES the sound of others belching, ESPECIALLY if they come from him, his tight stomach muscles can work up some seriously forceful ones, and that fact makes him miserable to his core.

(Especially since he's already accidentally burped out loud in front of Rook, who, predictably, loved it, which brings Vil even more misery to even think about.)

[doublecue]

Pizza

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[hooter-n-company]

has bulzar ever gotten a bellyache from eating too much? is he even capable of feeling full??

It takes a LOT of food/prey to leave Bulzar stuffed, but it's definitely not impossible. Even giants have their limits, no matter how much he tries to push it.

Bulzar is no stranger to giving himself bellyaches. He gets way too overconfident with how tough he is on the outside (or just doesn't think things through when he's hungry), which often leads to gastric distress and regret. It's kind of embarrassing that his child has more self control when it comes to impulsively eating things that aren't good for him. XD

Case in point: the time he ate a fire breathing dragon because he thought it was some kind of overgrown salamander.

Worst case of heartburn EVER...

Thankfully there was a lake nearby to help put out the fire...although by the time he drained half of it, he turned into a scaly water balloon...

Demeera never let him live that one down.

[sunnyouth]

I want to be a writer; to translate my pain into flowery words.

I want to be a writer—a good one, able to bloom petals in her wounds.

sunnyouth

[morningstarlucemon]

Tummyache Heaven

Roleplay concept: A world where the rich keep human-pets. Among the elite, the level of opulence in which you maintain your pet is a direct reflection on your own worth. One of the ways to visibly spoil your pets is to perpetually oversupply them with rich food. Over time, this evolve to the idea of one's pets having massive bellyaches at all times becoming extremely attractive. These pets are paraded around like trophies, having their constant overindulgence shown off. Anything that shows off their bellyache is encouraged. The worse their tummyache is, the better. Therefore, anything that shows off how bad their tummy upset is is considered hot-- the louder their bellies gurgle, the more they whimper, the stranger the shape they take, and of course the bigger their belly gets, all reflect well on their owners. There are facilities dedicated entirely to training these pets, as well as places that sell them. And, then, the main attraction, the folks who own them and show them off-- they are wealthy and opulent people who love to show off. There are frequently parties held where such pets will be allowed to "play" together-- usually revolving around laying together in comfortable (relatively) piles and cuddling, being fed, or getting their tummies tended, sometimes all at the same time-- and shown off at the same time. I would, uh... love to talk more about this with folks, if anyone's interested... For more regular and consistent streams, join my Discord: https://discord.gg/YAq3gPfN Part of a poor and struggling family. Links if you wanna/can help: Paypal: Duo.Groff@gmail.com Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/shinigamiofexcellence Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/shinigamiofexcellence Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/2CE66WB1CWVZ9?ref_=wl_share

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[writing-whump]

Bad careraker

Needed a break from the drama, so have some Dylan with indigestion and Rip having no idea what to do about it.

When Dylan came home from his emergency hospital call from his sister, it was already late afternoon.

Rip spent the day polishing the kitchen, trying to manage the chaos Dylan left in his wake. Dylan was messy even on a good day, but when he got into something—like digging out his boxing gear or work-out equipment Rip couldn’t identify—their living room turned into a disaster zone.

Forced to live in less-than-clean environments in the last years, Rip cherished the chance to take care of this place—sweeping, dusting, mopping the floors—and he was practically in love with the dishwasher! It was the coolest thing, aside from actual clean plates without splitters that weren't plastic or from the garbage.

Plus, he felt like he was contributing something. Moving around the place was safe, and he could feel himself managing more and more on his feet every day. Which was good cause keeping up with Dylan's fast pace of ruining his work was a worthy challenge.

How Dylan functioned in that mess when he didn't have to was beyond Rip's reality.

When Dylan arrived, his shoes went, of course, flying in two different directions. He discarded his sweaty shirt on the floor as he went, then collapsed in the middle of the sofa in the living room. "Ugh, that was horrible."

Rip had to work hard to contain his annoyance to twitching eyebrows. "Hi to you, too."

Dylan buried his face into the tiny pillow on the sofa with a long-suffering sigh.

"How did it go?"

"Didn't find out much. Just Sel crying her eyes out and everyone being super secretive. God forbit someone finds out Isaiah was sick."

Rip raised his eyebrows, bracing his hands on the kitchen island that offered good view into the living room. Must have been something serious if it got the Executioner into a hospital. Especially one that had such extensive medical knowledge. Something even he couldn't handle?

"I have never seen her like that." Dylan turned his head to the side, facing the turned-off TV. "Or I did, but like an eternity ago. Not since when she came to my room to cry about some bullying classmate or some shit. She was 12."

Rip rubbed the back of his head, not sure if that was information Dylan should be sharing with a stranger. "Will they...ehh, be okay?"

"Should be coming home soon. Honestly, I don't get the drama, he's got a shadow and is healing up. What could be so bad? Touchy wolves and their invulnerability crap."

Rip wondered if he should remind him that Dylan was a wolf too. It was funny to watch how he sometimes counted himself among humans without thinking.

Dylan's cheeks suddenly puffed out and he burped loudly. "Ughhh. My stomach's killing me."

Rip cringed. "What did you eat?'

Dylan turned to the side, so he could rub at his middle with a grimace. "Took Sel to McDonalnds. I completely forgot about how greasy that food is. Didn't eat stuff like that for months."

Rip's gaze went to the collection of protein shakes and vitamins that covered the cupboards next to the sink. Dylan was surprisingly aware of his health, on a diet to grow his muscles and aid his gym efforts. It was hard to meet someone that obsessed with himself. "Why would you do that, then?"

"Cause I forgot, that's why! Had like two burgers, chicken nuggets and fries....and the one more, cause we were waiting on empty and it was getting weird." He opened his mouth with another loud burp, his stomach churning aggressively. "Damn, it's really brewing in there."

Once again, Rip was at a loss for words in the face of Dylan's unashamed openness.

"s gonna ruin my streak too," Dylan said mournfully as he lifted himself up into a sitting position, swallowing heavily.

"Why is that so strickt?"

Dylan gave him a glare. "You are not gonna get sixpack from McDonalds and chocolates, man. And I need to look good on videos if I want sport and vitamin companies to sponsor me." He looked terribly pleased with himself. "I'm gonna make thousands of euroes from being an infleuncer on TikTok with his physique, you just watch."

Rip would be glad to watch if he knew what TikTok was. Dylan forced his old Samsung on him but Rip got easily overwhelmed by the number of apps installed there. Didn't help Dylan's teaching skills encompassed zero patience. Just as short his attention span. This online genration.

Dylan groaned, kneading into his stomach with both hands. That worked up a string of loud belches.

Rip scrunched his nose. "Really, man?"

"What? It's helping."

"Is it?" Rip said dryly. Dylan was getting paler by the second, swallowing frantically. Rip stepped closer to the sofa, and sure enough, he could hear loud, upset gurgles through the whole living room. "Maybe you should lie down or something."

"You don't lie down with indigestion, stupid. Sitting up is supposed to help." His stomach gave another growl again, like a cornered wolf.

"...are you gonna hurl?"

Dylan winced, glaring indignant daggers at Rip. "No. Just feel sick is all."

"That's what that usually entails."

Dylan gulped again, breathing through his teeth. "Do we have something for it?"

"Huh? We?"

"Yeah," Dylan said sullenly. "Sel always has drops or tea or some digestion enzyms at hand."

Rip shrugged, never having any of that ever, not to mention at hand.

"What about coke or tea?"

"Man, I don't do the shopping." He hadn't been outside since the stabbing. Saving that up for later, after Isaiah promised to see over his shadow and figure out what he should do to interact with people normally. His only contact outside was Dylan. "I can get you water?"

"Water? Geez-buurp-thanks, no thanks." Dylan cradled his belly gently, a shiever rocking his spine as his jaw snapped up with another wet burp. "I really don't...feel good."

"What about you go to the bathroom so you don't make a mess?" Rip suggested in irritation.

"I'm not...not gonna throw up," Dylan protested but dragged himself clumsily to his feet, arm wrapped tightly around his stomach. Now that he was standing Rip could see how bloated it was, skin stretched around a giant ball instead of the usual toned muscles.

The black haired wolf followed after Dylan. He didn't really want to be around, he wasn't sure what to do, but it also didn't feel right to just leave him to it. Not when Dylan had been so crazy about helping him at every turn.

Dylan didn't get far, bracing against the kitchen sink as his throat bobbed, working out another burp. He shook his head and grimaced queasily. "Not sitting right. Really wants to fight its way out of there."

"Less talk and more moving," Rip said, cause this was looking too close for comfort. He tugged at Dylan's hand just when the brown-haired retched emptily over the sink.

"See? Hurry up. Sink is gonna be a hassle to clean."

"Y-you are so mean, anyone told you that?" Dylan whined, but let Rip pull him away and towards the bathroom.

Rip felt a stab of guilt and defensive anger. Why was Dylan making such a big deal about a little nausea? Was his own fault for eating crap he knew he shouldn't.

Dylan stumbled in front of the toilet and moaned pathetically towards the water, hands shaking as he grabbed the rim for support.

Rip made a move to leave, then bit his lip at the pitiful whine. Dylan was so dramatic. "What now? Anything else you want?"

"Jerk," Dylan said, spitting into the toilet. His belly gave a loud gurgly moan that ended in a deep rumbling belch towards the water. "Oh, that hurts."

"Where is your fighting spirit," Rip said bitingly, but turned back to stand over Dylan. What was his role supposed to be in this? Dylan obviously wanted something, making such a scene out of it, but Rip couldn't figure out what.

"T-hink the f-fries are winning this round," Dylan wheezed. His shoulders hitched as he retched, but only another burp came up.

"Let it happen already. Geez, you make a big deal out of this," Rip said, rolling his eyes. He was close enough to get the stench from Dylan's unmuffled burps.

Dylan lurched forward suddenly, a wet burp bringing up a small gush of puke. The next heave came right after, a much thicker wave of yellowy mush.

Rip grimaced and looked away, but Dylan's loud retches and throaty burps didn't leave much to imagination.

Dylan was holding onto the rim of the toilet with both hands, a long string of saliva hanging from his mouth. There were little tears of strain sliding down his cheeks and he was sniffling.

"That it?" Rip asked, reaching over to hand him a bunch of toilet paper. "Nothing to be so shaky over, come on."

Dylan lowered his head, lips quivering as he wiped his face. Rip flushed the toilet, still standing over him.

"C-could you get me some water?"

Rip scoffed. "Now he wants water. Honestly, you don't look like you can keep it down yet. Let's not waste it."

That had Dylan's head snapping up, cheeks all red. "You are such an asshole, it's not a waste-"

Rip sighed and drummed his fingers gently over Dylan's back. Dylan's eyes glazed over and he turned back over the bowl sharply as it worked up another burp.

The next one brought a new splatter of sick though.

Rip chuckled at how well that worked. "There you go. Just get it out."

[blushingblurbs]

Walking by a bathroom door and hearing someone on the other side having explosive, splattering, liquid diarrhea…

I feel so terribly for them. I’ve tried not to listen but they’ve been… going for several minutes now. We’re in a cafeteria setting and I think the abandoned tray with a bowl of broccoli cheddar soup, Texas toast and sausage is theirs.

Poor dear is obviously not feeling well and even worse, a line is forming outside their door. It doesn’t sound like they’ll be vacating the restroom anytime soon, though.