#INDIGESTION

[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.

[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… 🫧

[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)

[doublecue]

Pizza

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[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

[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."

[tumbluuurp]

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.

[morningstarlucemon]

Spoiled Companion

The downsides(?) of being a vampire with a partner who's just a little too willing to let you drink their blood... Astarion and my Tav: Obsidian, a heretical Lolthsworn Drow who's terrified of spiders, likes to cook, and enjoys seeing his traumatized bedmate spoiled rotten. He very sensitive about it, tho... Listen, i just want Astarion with a full, achy belly and a warm, safe home with someone who cares a lot about him. Joining the "get loved and cared for, idiot" troop...

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[ghozt-gutz]

Spooky Dan is literally babyyyyy I need to draw him more.

[bellysoupset]

Now I need a fic about the boxing class! I was thinking maybe Jonah ate either something bad, or he ate too much, or he was just feeling kinda weird before the class but didn’t think anything of it. And somebody in class either accidentally or on purpose punched him in the stomach(if that happens in boxing idk). I’d also like it if the whole fic was from Jon’s POV, but if you feel differently that’s fine to.

If for any reason you don’t feel like writing this no hard feelings.

"Faster," Bella panted, raising her arms as guards and glaring at Jonah. The man huffed, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his forearm.

"Bells-"

"Faster!" She scoffed and Jonah gritted his teeth, throwing a harder punch at her. Bella moved away quickly, bouncing on her feet and opening a smug smile, before kicking in his direction.

Jonah was too slow, too tired and new at this, to avoid the kick and he crumbled to his knees with a pained gasp, clutching his stomach, "fucking-" a burp snuck up and Jonah slammed a hand over his lips when it turned loud and wet. He gulped down, "fuck you, Bella."

"Sorry," Bella crouched down next to him, still shaking slightly with a chuckle, "I didn't think it was going to hit that high-" she removed one of her gloves in order to plant it in his naked back, "sorry."

"Uhm," Jonah panted through the nausea and finally straightened up, sitting on the mat, "I think I'm done."

"It's the end of the class," Bell pointed out, removing her other glove, "I didn't mean to be so rough, I'm really sorry."

"It's fine," Jonah removed his own gloves, getting up, "I'll see you outside?"

"Yep," Bella jumped up quickly and they walked out of the mat, to the different locker rooms.

Jonah's easy attitude slipped off the minute he was alone in the bathroom. He moved to one of the stalls and took slow, measured breaths. If he was honest, this had little to do with Bella's kick straight to his gut. He had overdone it at lunch - not his fault the cafeteria served salmon for the first time in the month! - and all the jumping around in the gym had already been making him nauseous, the kick had only taken it up a notch.

He leaned back against the thick plastic wall and forced up a couple burps, muffling them in his fist. His stomach churned uneasily and he could taste lunch all over again, causing him to shudder, but the small release of air helped a bit and Jonah gulped down the watery sensation in his mouth.

Feeling like it was more or less safe to leave, Jon headed to the shower area.

Bella was waiting for him just outside the gym, clad in tight jeans, combat boots and an oversized biker jacket, her long curly hair was out of the braids she sported during class and limp and wet. She had that familiar frown on her face, that Jonah knew by now was just her face and lit up as she saw him.

"Hey, took you forever," Bella teased him lightly, reaching without thinking to push a humid coil from his hair away from his eyes, "do you wanna get dinner?"

It was a court day, meaning Leo was going to get home super late, so Jonah shrugged, "yeah, sure," he looked around, "you're driving today?"

"No, Luke dropped me off, he said I should call," Bella moved so she was side by side with Jonah and they started walking down the street, "if you ask me, I think he's boycotting my car."

"As he should, that's a relic from the triassic period," Jonah laughed, causing her to pout.

"Don't say that, she's my baby," Bella groaned, "I drove her here all the way from New Mexico more times than I can count, she's a trooper."

"That means she's probably a safety hazard," Jon rolled his eyes, trying to ignore the fact the heavy feeling from before was returning, sitting in his stomach like a brick, "how's work coming along?"

Bella was incredibly easy to talk to, she never took any of Jon's curt answers to the heart and offered some of her own straight to the point, no nonsense jabs.

As they walked to the restaurant they chatted about her job — she had a big project happening and everyone was super stressed about it and taking on jobs that weren't theirs to try and speed the process along —, Jonah shared some of the stories from Europe and got chewed up for treating Angie like a little kid.

"She's turning eighteen in what, a couple of months?"

"October," Jonah grumbled, holding the restaurant door open for her and Bella walked in backwards so she could keep looking at him.

"Less than six months then," she grabbed his forearm to pull him to the table she had already decided on, "I get that you're still finding your footing, but she's a big girl."

"She doesn't act like a big girl," Jonah scoffed, sitting down in front of Bella and grabbing the menu so he could avoid her piercing gaze, "she's a baby."

"She's spoiled," Bell's voice was matter of fact and Jonah looked up to glare at her, only to realize this was not a discussion he was going to win. Bella was the only one who'd ever tell him something this and stand by her opinion, Leo and Vince were both too polite to say it and Luke had no ground to even recognize it, Wendy had brought it up only once and raised her hands in defeat when Jonah prickly about it. Bella didn't give a single fuck.

He sighed and looked back down.

None of the plates looked remotely appetizing. Jonah squirmed in his seat as he felt his pants digging in his stomach, flipping the page of his menu and avoiding looking at the pictures. His belly let out a loud whine, although the restaurant's noise covered it up and Jon felt his gut bloat up a bit more.

"You don't have to glare holes in the menu, Jon," Bella rolled her eyes and reached in to grab his wrist, until he looked at her, "she's spoiled, I can say because I married the male version of her."

"Don't say that," Jonah groaned and Bell smiled, pulling back her hand.

"I don't mean it like that, I mean I married someone who was spoiled as well. And trust me, you gotta let her mess up on her own and not try to Yoda her through life, otherwise she'll make her mistakes later, when the consequences are bigger and much less understandable. You're not making her a favor by doing that."

"When you put it like that," Jonah sighed, shutting the menu, "I'm not really hungry."

"I'm starving," Bella put hers aside as well, "I'll order a big one and we can share, how about? This way you're not ordering a full one just to eat half of it?"

Jon would rather not eat anything, but he knew saying that, especially after they had spent two hours exercising, was going to raise a red flag for her. He nodded, "yeah, alright. What are you ordering?"

"Ribs," Bells opened a smile, "you want a beer?"

Fuck no, Jon flinched at the thought and shook his head, "nope, I... Uh," he opened the menu again, "I'll have an orange juice."

A waiter approached their table and Bella told him the order, causing Jonah to frown as she asked for two juices, "you don't have to not drink as well, Bell-"

"No, it's fine," she shushed him with a handwave that caused the waiter to chuckle, "I think that's all, thank you."

Bella launched herself into telling him all the gossip from their gym and Jonah was enthralled enough he momentarily forgot about his upset stomach, only to be starkly reminded of it as the large plate of glazed ribs was put before them, as well as the two glasses.

The smell was overpowering and Jonah leaned as far back as his chair allowed, gulping down nervously, while Bella served herself.

His stomach churned at the sight of the ginger tearing into the meat and Jonah breathed slowly through his mouth, reaching for the juice, hoping he could push everything further down.

As he was too busy fighting the growing nausea, Jonah was barely paying any attention to whatever Bell was saying, until she quirked her head and waved in front of his eyes.

"Anyone home?" She raised her eyebrows, "you zoned out on me."

"Sorry," Jonah gulped down, moving once again and tugging on the waistband of his pants. He really wanted to undo them, they felt like they were cutting in his tummy, "you were saying?"

Bella squinted at him, picking up a rib and pushing the plate his way, "you're not eating."

"Not hungry," Jonah shrugged and she frowned.

"Well, I can't eat all of it, at least get a bite," Bella licked the sauce off her fingers, "you heard about Vince's new little friend?"

"Little-" Jon grimaced and muffled a burp against his had, "little friend? He got a cat or something?"

"No," Bella snorted, "it's a coworker that he's made his mission to adopt. Luke hates him, it's all he complains about now. That Max this, Max that, Max is short, Max is annoying, Max is taking up too much attention, Max is a jerk-" Bella's amusement was evident in her words, "he's like a little kid."

"Max annoying Luke already puts him in my good graces," Jonah forced a smile, which quickly turned sour when Bella chugged the rest of her juice and gestured to the half eaten plate.

"I can't eat anymore, all yours."

Jonah genuinely tried to eat, grabbing the secondary set of fork and knife and tearing a rib apart, but he couldn't even bring it up to his lips. The smell was too strong and his queasiness turned up a notch, causing him to gag and drop the fork back down, turning his head.

"Knew it," Bella sighed, rolling her eyes, "you're not half as good an actor as you think, Jon," her voice was sarcastic, but still kind and she got up with a sigh, circling the table to pat his arm, "c'mon, big guy, let's get you out of here before you cause a scene."

"If you knew I felt like shit why didn't you say something?" Jonah groaned, grabbing his ditched jacket and leaning into her arms, as Bella guided him towards the door.

"Why didn't you?" She scoffed, helping him out, "stay here, I'll get the bill."

Outside the air was much colder and there wasn't the overwhelming smell of food, but his stomach wasn't feeling even a little bit settled. Jon moved away from the entrance, to the other side of the street, and braced against his knees, taking deep breaths.

He could feel his lunch flipping inside of him and Jonah coughed weakly, blowing out a deep belch and staring at his shoes. It felt like just ten seconds passed, but he knew it was longer, when Bella wrapped an arm around his back and helped him straighten up.

"I'll drive you home, c'mon," she planted a hand on his chest, bracing him and Jonah let out a groan, feeling humiliated.

"Sorry..." His stomach let out another loud growl and he didn't bother muffling the belch, only turning his head. It was sickeningly wet and he groaned under his breath, "gross..."

"Don't be stupid, you're not gross," Bella reprimanded him sharply, rubbing his back. She was quiet for a second, before saying in a smaller voice, "were you sick already...? Is this because of the kick?"

"No," Jonah pressed a hand over his lips as they kept walking back to the gym, "lunch..." his mouth watered at the thought, "lunch just- just isn't- Sitting well..."

Bella moved her hand down, from his chest to his stomach and Jon felt his whole face burn. Not only a belly rub from her was mortifying enough, but it was even more so in public.

The street was deserted though, they had already left the area with the most commotion, and Bell's fingers against his bloated stomach managed to work up another thick belch. It burned his throat, bringing up a splash of sickness with it, that Jonah gulped convulsively.

"Fuck," he whined, feeling clammy and jittery, "I'm gonna be sick."

"Now or-"

She never finished her sentence, because Jonah's grabbed on her shoulder to push her out of the way and bent in half, just in time to redecorate the patch of sidewalk they were on.

He groaned loudly, wrapping an arm around his upset stomach and feeling the gurgling inside, struggling to spit the ropey saliva.

"Aw, darling," Bella's voice was incredibly gentle and she had jumped back, but the tip of her sneakers were covered in white specks of the chunky vomit. Yet, she was rubbing his back, unbothered, "it's alright, get it up, Jon..."

Jonah's stomach gave another growl and he nearly went down with a unproductive heave, his ears going totally deaf for a second as he struggled to breathe and coughed up another disgusting splash of sick. He moaned, burping softly and squeezing his eyes shuts, hearing his heart in his ears, drowning all noise out.

"Jon?" Bella's voice filtered through after a minute and he realized she was almost hugging him, to keep him standing, "Jonah, you're alive over there?"

He coughed, burping once more and nodding, finally opening his eyes. It was a gruesome sight and he let out a groan, immediately closing his eyes again, "Ew... I'm sorry..."

Bella's voice was lighthearted and amused as she patted his back, "please, in the Atwood scale this was barely a seven," her pats forced up another belch, "hold on me, let's move around..."

Slowly she maneuvered him away from the disgusting puddle and Jonah let out a yelp as he felt Bella's hand go in his front pocket, "that's sexual harassment, Bella."

"You must think my standards are incredibly low if you think I'm making a move on you given what I just watched," Bella snorted, then he heard his car key's clicking and his car beeping.

Jonah opened his eyes, wiping at his mouth and the clammy sensation, taking a deep breath, "well, yeah. You married Lucas."

Bella let out a cackle, shoving his arm, "get in the car, asshole. I'm gonna drive you home."

[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.

[belliesandburps]

Soooooo, if I didn't already make it clear yet, I'm head over heels in love with MK1's Syzoth. And now that his model is available for download, well, t'was only a matter of time before I did my thing.

And since Syzoth canonically cannot stomach human food, well, what better first hurdle for Outworld's newest emissary than having to stomach a whole LOT of it?

After all, our young Zaterran shapeshifter wouldn't wanna make a bad impression on other realms' delegates, right? ;)