#INDIGESTION

[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...

[bellysoupset]

Sorry I should have specified!

The one that goes like

"Something isn't sitting well" bonus points if they specify which item

"I don't feel so good"

"I really- I really don't feel well" bonus points for burping interrupting a sentence

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"You're so cute," Luke snorted, wiping the tears that had just ran down Bell's cheeks as she curled up on the passenger seat and watched Tiktok after tiktok of Ozzy Osbourne's farewell concert.

"Shutuup," she sniffled, angrily rubbing her eyes and taking a steadying breath, "is my face too swollen?"

"Not at all," he answered, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as they followed Wendy's pink sedan inside the wedding venue, "your secret is safe with me."

Bella rolled her eyes, looking out of the window. The Mulberry Ridge was a luxurious venue, several acres of land, neatly trimmed gardens, an artificial crystalline lake with a white Greek inspired pavilion right in front of it, an English manor with climbing roses on its walls, a black conservatory...

"This place is a dream," Bella sighed, leaning her chin on her hand, elbow sticking out of the rolled down car window, letting in the warm breeze.

"I know, right?" Lucas' voice had a softer tone now and the ginger moved on her seat in order to lean on his side. The sleeves of his dark shirt were rolled up, tuxedo jacket neatly folded in the backseat, as they were already dressed up for the rehearsal. Bella ran a finger over Luke's jaw, tracing it and smiling as he squirmed as she tickled him.

"Penny for your thoughts?" She asked, resting her chin on his shoulder and Luke shrugged slightly.

"Just remembering our wedding," he reassured her, pushing her away slightly as he maneuvered the car so they could park right next to Wendy's car, in front of the large English manor.

The front double doors were wide open, yellow light spilling out, revealing a large foyer with white marble statues inside, checkered floors and an opulent chandelier. Leo was leaning on one of the doors, hands shoved on the pockets of his light beige pants, pink dress shirt on, blonde hair all wavy and swept back.

"God, you look like you're out of a Disney movie," Bella cooed as she stepped out of the car, leaving Luke to grab the bags and crossing the space between them, planting her hands on Leo's chest and smiling up at him, "how are you feeling, kid?"

"Surprisingly calm," Leo smiled back, his eyes sparkling, "let me show you guys to your rooms and then we have to get to the rehearsal, before Jon starts losing it."

"He's that nervous?" Luke asked, pulling Leo into a one armed hug, "I thought he'd have calmed down by now."

"I don't think he'll calm down until we're officially married," although Leo was rolling his eyes, he had a splitting smile on, like he couldn't be happier about every little tidbit, his fiancé losing his mind included.

"Alright, guide the way, Mr. Wagner-Banks," Bella said, intertwining her hand with Luke's and stepping aside so Wendy and Vin could also pull Leo into a hug.

The second floor of the manor was all guest rooms. Bella and Luke had the first one, right after the staircase, Wendy and Vin the one right next to theirs, Angie the one at the end of the hallway-

"Jonah's parents aren't staying here?" Vince asked, carrying their bag inside their room, the door open and his voice travelling.

"No," Leo shook his head, "Jackie insisted they'd stay in a hotel in Portland. Jonah's dad wasn't invited to the villa," he shrugged and Luke let out a little scoff, dropping their bag in front of the bed and wrapping his arms around Bella, as they stepped out of the room once more.

"Jasper is coming to the wedding, right?" He asked, his tone a lot more serious. Bella fought the urge to roll her eyes at Luke's open animosity towards Jasper. She hadn't been told by Jonah, but via her husband, that Jon was giving his father a chance at rekindling their relationship. Luke had told her that in bed, one of their many long sessions of pillow talk gossip, his voice brimming with protective annoyance.

"Right, but he's not invited to the villa. That's for you guys onliYE-!" Leo squealed as suddenly Angelina jumped on his back, nearly causing them to fall down the stairs, wasn't it for Vin jumping forward and grabbing the blonde's arm.

"Sorry!" Angie squealed, her face turning a whole shade darker as she blushed profusely, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to- God-"

"Maybe don't try to kill the groom on the day before the wedding, Ange?" Luke teased, stepping ahead to wrap her up in a tight hug, "how are you?"

"Stressed," Angie smiled brightly at him, waving to Bella and Wendy, shyly avoiding looking at Vince since they hadn't been properly introduced, "Jon sent me to grab you guys, he's stressing about the hour. Doesn't want us to sleep late."

"Party pooper," Bella scoffed, but that Angelina's warning had all of them moving to the backyard to meet with the groomzilla and his small army of staff.

Angie was hanging on Leo's arm, squished between him and Luke, so Bella stepped back, happy to let the younger girl bask in their attention. She loved seeing Lucas in this alien element of big brother, a facet of his personality that she wasn't quite acquitted with yet.

Vince was spearheading them, stepping ahead, so Wendy lagged behind, side by side with Bell. The ginger stole a look at her friend, frowning.

Something was wrong.

Physically, nothing was. Wendy was clad in a creamy dress, covered in silver sequined stars, spaghetti straps and a heart shaped cleavage, her hair perfectly bouncy and her face sporting a bright, fond smile.

However, the fact she wasn't talking non stop was a red flag. The fact she wasn't waddling with Vince like a penguin, when Bella knew just how much both of them liked weddings and romance was another, glaring, red flag.

There was something in her eyes, slightly too shiny, that made Bell believe she had been crying.

"Are you alright?" Bella purposefully slowed down her pace, letting the rest of their group go ahead of them.

Wendy nodded, forcing a smile, "yeah, of course. I'm fine."

"Uh," Bell frowned, inspecting her up and down, "I don't buy-"

"Bell," Wendy's smile wavered, chin wobbling just for a split second, "not tonight."

Oh, it was bad.

Bella's mouth worked around no words, like a fish out of water. She wasn't particularly good with emotional distress, specially not when it was Wendy, who was always so lively and bubbly. It felt weird, like the world was out of axis, to see her this upset.

"Okay," Bella nodded, dropping the subject entirely, bumping her arm with Wendy's, "not tonight."

Her friend opened a genuine, tired smile at that, "thanks... Love the outfit, by the way."

Bella beamed at the compliment. She wasn't wearing a dress, as was expected, but instead velvet three piece suit, in a deep eggplant purple. It matched Luke's lilac shirt and he had been the biggest advocate behind the bold outfit, after Bell had been stressing about yet another outfit.

She didn't know what it was about this party that made her feel so... Insecure. Usually she could get dressed in less time than Lucas did, knowing every piece her closet housed, barely caring about anyone's opinion of her.

It shouldn't be this stressful, after all it was just Jonah and Leo, people that had seen her in various states of undress and homely untidiness. However, it wasn't just them. It was the overly fancy venue, Jonah's preposterous guest list of influential people, the fact that this was Luke's background...

"Finally," Jonah's voice cut through Bella's mind, forcing her to tear her eyes away from Wendy's, "there you are!"

It was extremely amusing to see Jonah so out of his element. If six years before Bella had judged him sullen and grumpy, friendship had shown her that, yes, he was sullen, but rarely uncaring. Always on top of things, hysterics were below him, that was for Luke or Vince.

Now, he was positively sweating, stuttering and stumbling over his words, running his fingers so many times through his hair that the tight curls were starting to turn into nudreds. He ditched his jacket halfway through explaining the order they should go in and Bella happily sat down to watch the commotion.

She wasn't in the wedding party, much to Leo's concern, as he had apologized to her twice now and kept glancing her way as if he expected her to be frowningly glancing at them. Bella raised her thumbs up at him, positioning her phone to record the whole organization and winking as she caught Lucas looking her way.

She didn't mind one bit not being a bridesmaid. The wedding was proving to be stressful enough, all the pressure to blend in with people who were so starkly different from her, without her having to perform a role in it. Besides, it was quite amusing watching Angie cling to Luke's arm, bouncing up and down as if she was 9 and not 17, about to turn 18.

To top it off, she could enjoy all the food that the other guests couldn't.

"You're Isabella, correct?" A man asked, just as Bella returned with a second serving of shrimp cocktail from the Conservatory, where dinner was served. He was chubby, short, with a little rat like face and very white, which made her pause as she struggled to figure out who he was, "Lucas' wife?"

Uh.

"Yes," Bella glanced around the venue. They were both sitting down by the pavilion, on the carefully placed chairs for tomorrow's ceremony. Staff was moving around, starting on the decor, setting up torches along the nave, "I'm sorry, have we met...?"

"No, I apologize!" He had a thick accent that she couldn't place, "I'm Matteo."

Oh, Jonah's stepdad. Jackie's husband. Bella had met Jackie exactly twice and she had been intimidated by the woman in both times, not just because her face used to litter Marisa's hair salon, plastered in all of the old 90s magazine, but because she was so incredibly... Elegant? Frigid? Sullen, just like her son?

Whatever it was, it made her seem even taller than she already was. Statuesque. It was quite amusing to think she had married that small, rodent like man.

"Oh, Jon's stepdad, I know," Bella moved the cocktail to her opposite hand, in order to shake his, "it's a pleasure to meet you. Are you enjoying the night?"

That was regular small talk, Bella mentally patted her own back. She sucked at making friends or making small talk, yet another reason why she had been dreading the wedding.

Matteo didn't seem to be thrown off by her awkwardness. Maybe due to the language barrier — he spoke English quite well, but it was clear he was translating the sentences in his brain, from French —  it seemed to go over his head how much Bella was struggling to keep up with his warmth.

The older man launched on telling her just how proud they were of Jonah, how happy they were about Leo joining the family, how he was looking forward to seeing her all the more often, "after all, they're as brothers, Lucas and Jonah," he nodded sagely at his own words, "grew up together, ma chérie tells me."

Ma Chérie was Jackie.

"Not quite like brothers," Bella cleared up, busying herself with her dish, "but I guess, almost."

"Neighbors-"

"Ah, Wendy, for fuck's sake!" Jonah exclaimed, as Wendy stumbled and they missed their cue on the song. His voice was angry and loud enough to prompt Leo to jump in, grabbing his arm and glaring at him sternly, while Lucas frowned.

"Can you not be a jackass? She just missed a step, it's not the end of the world."

"Let's do it again," Jonah pinched his nose bridge, "this time correctly."

It was a testimony to how badly Wen must've been feeling, because she didn't mouth Jonah off as was their usual dynamic. He was rarely harsh with her, not like he was with anyone else, but in the sparse moments it had happened, Bella had watched with glee as Wendy bit off his head.

Much more concerning was the fact that Vince didn't jump in her defense either. If anything, he didn't seem to be even paying attention to anything that was happening, only moving back to his mark as Wendy tugged on his arm and whispered something to him.

"Weddings are messy, don't worry," Matteo reassured Bella, as she forced her gaze away from her friends, "a preview of marriage."

Bell let out a snort, nearly choking as she swished the last of her shrimp around in the sauce, taking a bite, "marriages are messy," she agreed, although she felt like a fraud doing so. What was messy about her own marriage?

She had braced for rocky moments, after seeing her own mother fail so spectacularly at several relationships, but although they had faced some choppy waters —  the miscarriage suddenly sprung to mind, effectively killing her appetite —  Bella hardly thought their marriage was a mess.

Matteo squinted at her, beady eyes studying her face as if he could tell just where her thoughts had drifted off to. Bella's cheek heated up at the open scrutiny and she looked away to avoid his gaze.

"Do you have children, Matteo?" She asked, as a long minute passed by, the wedding party finally matching the music and Jonah high fived Leo, earning a peck on his lips and a reassuring smile.

"I have Jonah," Matteo said strongly, "like my own."

Butterflies flapped their wings inside her stomach and Bella stripped down her tux jacket, so she was just wearing the vest, folding it over the back of her chair and planting her arms over it, leaning her body towards him, "how long you and Jackie have been married?"

"Eleven years," the older man counted on his fingers, "my winning hand."

Bella frowned, surely that had been a mistranslation on his part, "I'm sorry?"

"My winning hand," he smiled, "we met in Monaco, in the casinos. I'm not a gambling man, no good with cards. From the minute she sat next to me, I won everything that day. I couldn't possibly let her out of my sight after that."

Bella glanced past her shoulder, to where Jackie was sitting on the front row, brows furrowed as she was apparently scolding the florist, for whatever reason. She was the type of woman who was often called a muse, it wasn't hard to imagine she was also kissed by luck.

They talked for a while longer about Matteo's career —  he was a retired tennis player and had many adventures to share —  and how he liked Switzerland —  she should drag Luke over, so they could visit the château and meet the animals, apparently he had several horses, chickens and bunnies.

"Jonah is running this wedding like a marine," Lucas sighed, as he plopped down next to Bell, now inside of the Conservatory, where the rehearsal feast was served, "I feel like this is payback for how annoying I was in the team."

"I don't know, Captain, I think if it was payback he would be a lot worse," Bella grinned, leaning her head to rest on his shoulder, "you think you guys have it all handled now?"

"I hope so," Luke huffed, pressing a kiss to her temple, "I'm starving, I'm gonna get some of the pasta I saw. Alfredo something," he tucked his chin, "what do you want?"

Bella grimaced at the idea of more food. While she hadn't eaten all that much — two shrimp cocktails with four fat shrimp each, along with avocado pieces — it was sitting pretty heavily in her stomach.

"I'm not that hungry," she said, squeezing his hand as he got up, "I'll get something later."

"You sure? Remember we're going back to the room and I don't know how services work here..." Luke frowned, touching her cheek with the back of his hand, playfully checking for a fever. Bella rolled her eyes, swatting his hand away.

"I guess... Just nothing heavy, please?"

While Luke was getting them food, since the dinner was being served at little islands, with different cosines, Bella let her eyes wander around the room. They weren't many, just 9 people configuring the couple's innermost circle.

Vince was poking this food around, seemingly bored, only two seats away from Bella. He caught her eyes, then forced a small smile, before once more turning his attention to his untouched meal.

Jonah had finally relaxed and was chatting with Angelina and his mother, chuckling, while Leo all but devoured his food, manners out of the window, nodding along but clearly not even listening to the conversation.

Wendy was nowhere to be found.

"Here," Luke planted a bunch mini spring rolls before Bella, sitting down by her side and going at his food with the same ferocity as Leo, "couldn't find anything lighter."

"That's fine," Bella offered him a tight lipped smile as her stomach gurgled unhappily at the idea of putting anything else inside it. She hadn't overdone, but the shrimp's sauce had been thick and didn't seem like it was digesting, "did you see Wen around?"

"Yeah, she passed me by, said she needed to call the hospital to check on whatever," Luke shrugged, then glanced up to Vin, "I wasn't really paying attention."

Bella raised her eyebrows, silently talking with her husband, "you think he's ok?" she tilted her chin in Vin's direction and Luke shook his head, continuing to eat.

Watching him chew was starting to gross her out. Not that Lucas was being gross, he wasn't the most polite person but he had been drilled in manners and it was clear. Still, just the smell of food was causing her stomach to churn, unhappily gurgling away.

"-a real nice guy, don't you think?"

"Uh- What?" Bella grimaced, turning towards Luke and picking up one of the spring rolls, just to keep her hands busy. He had had a point, they were in a strange place and had no idea if there'd be any food until breakfast tomorrow morning, whenever that might be. Probably their suite had a printed itinerary for the next day, Jonah loved stationary.

"Yungwhatever," Lucas cleared up, pushing a curl out of her eyes with a fond smile, "the guy who's replacing Ozzy."

Bella frowned, mind struggling to understand whatever Luke was talking about, "Yungbl- He's not replacing Ozzy, he just played in homage to him," she wrinkled her nose at the prospect, "his voice is fine and all, but he seems like- that One Direction dude, but in Old London typeface."

Luke snorted at the comparison, rolling his eyes, "brutal," he leaned in closer, as if they were conspiring together, "at least you didn't say Papyrus."

"He wishes," Bella chuckled, feeling a swell of affection wash over her. Luke and her didn't share most of their interests, so her love for design was one of the few things he could relate and Luke had done his homework, clearly.

She closed the space between them, stealing a kiss, only to immediately regret it as she smelt the red sauce in his breath, "ew," Bella pulled back, pressing a fist to her mouth and muffling a little breathy burp that smelled a lot like shrimp, "sorry... I ate a bunch of shrimp earlier and it's just- It's not sitting well," she cleared up, shuddering as the prickles of nausea ran down her spine, "urgh."

"Ah, that explains it," Luke grabbed her plate, "I'll ask someone to set this aside so we can take to the room in case you get hungry later, you don't have to eat now."

"Thank you," Bella sighed, shuddering once more at the after taste and closing her eyes with a smile as Luke got up once again, squeezing her shoulder.

"What do you think?" Leo asked, giggling as he reached over the table to grab the little cheese grater.

"Uh- What about?" Bella raised her eyebrows, curling up slightly on her seat. She wondered if there was anyway she could open the button of her tux pants, seeing as it was cutting into her stomach, bloating causing her to feel claustrophobic.

Maybe if it had been just them, she would have. Nevertheless, Jackie —  sitting next to Jonah, squeezed between him and her husband —  was looking Bella's way and she felt extremely self conscious, as if the other woman could see from a mile away that she didn't belong there. Kit Howard telling her that he had met thousands of gold diggers in his lifetime and he could see she was nothing more than that.

"Picking such a deserted place for honeymoon is a little self involved, don't you think?" Leo was teasing her, well aware that Luke and her had gone to a deserted island themselves. Next to him, Jonah let out a snort and shook his head fondly at the friendly jab, "I was defending my choice of us going to Greece."

"I think- I think it's your honeymoon, if you want to be a little self involved, who cares?" Bella rolled her eyes, earning herself a triumphant smile from Jonah, who elbowed Leo's ribs and said "See!"

"I think we'd kill each other if we stayed six days locked away from civilization, baby," Leo insisted, then stole a kiss as Jonah opened his mouth to defend his point of view, "arguing is your love language."

"Said the lawyer," Jonah chuckled, pulling back just a smidge as Leo threw his arms around his neck, planting his chin on his shoulder, as if he wanted them to fuse into one.

Bella glanced at Vin's direction. He had clearly zoned out the conversation entirely, was glaring at his phone as if it had personally offended him.

Her stomach cramped, a sharp pain starting to form right behind her navel as indigestion became that much more prevalent. Bella reached for her glass of water, looking over her shoulder, in search of Lucas.

She wanted to lie down, but there was really no way out, it was barely 8 P.M and the wedding would be at 5 PM and they had a lazy morning to sleep in, meaning the dinner was only just starting.

Another burp snuck up on her, carrying a tangy taste with it, liquid burning the back of her throat and causing her to go very still, breathing slowly through her nose as she tried to control the urge to gag. Her eyes prickled, skin feeling oddly clammy. She took another gulp of water and relaxed against her chair.

"Here," Luke planted a black cardboard box in front of her, falling back on his chair and digging into his food without a moment of hesitation, "the kitchen people were super nice, they packed a little of everything and dessert," he sounded smug, "and they said the manor has a stocked fridge, in case we want anything in the middle of the night."

Bella grimaced at him, pushing the box in his direction with the tip of her fingers, just the knowledge that it was filled with food causing her stomach to churn.

"That's great," she said, sarcasm slipping out. Luke snorted, catching it, but opted for staying silent, finishing his meal.

The topic of conversation moved from the honeymoon, to Angie's major, Jonah's chest puffed with pride like a pigeon. Bella was struggling to keep up with it, she felt more and more queasy by the minute, not quite like she was about to be sick, but gross enough she wanted her own bed and her own bathroom.

"Are you feeling any better?" Luke whispered, his mouth pressed to her hair as she lied on his side, half fallen against him as their chairs were pushed together. Angelina was red in the face and stuttering that Sophia was not that bad, as Jonah had decided this was the perfect moment to inquire Vince about his sister being a bitch.

"No," Bella answered, keeping her voice low, turning her face to hide it in his chest, "I don't feel good at all."

"Alright, let's-" he squeezed her arm, then let out an exaggerated yawn and said much louder, "guys, we're heading to bed..."

No one bought it, obviously, since Luke's acting skills were less than stellar. He was a horrible liar. Nevertheless, there was a general chuckle, Leo winking at them as he said in a cheeky voice, "bed, eh?"

Bella rolled her eyes, circling the table so she could hug both Leo and Jonah, wave goodbye to the rest of them- Vince pulled her into a little too tight hug, as if they weren't going to see each other in just about eight hours.

Bella grimaced, the pressure of his stomach against hers causing her to shudder, a bubble of gas going up and sticking to her throat.

"Goodnight, Bell."

"Good-" she pressed a hand to her mouth, muffling a little burp, "goodnight... You've seen Wen anywhere? She disappeared."

"The hospital called," Vince shrugged, although there was a metaphorical dark cloud over his head, so clear that it was almost literal, "don't worry about it."

"Uhm, okay," Bella patted his arm, "she seemed upset earlier, you should check on her."

Vince's eyes sparkled and Bella immediately realized she had said something wrong. Whatever it was, he was keeping to himself as he nodded and lied, "I will."

"That's a shitshow," Bella grumbled, as Luke wrapped an arm around her waist and they walked back to the manor, him still carrying the little black food box, "Wendy's been acting weird for a while now, but tonight... Ugh."

"Couples fight," Luke shrugged, rubbing her back as they moved up the stairs, "I'm much more worried about you. You don't think it's food poisoning, do you?"

Bella gagged at the thought, wrapping an arm around her stomach and panting as Luke continued to usher her up the steps, "no, I don't think so... You feel okay, right?"

"I feel great," Luke pushed their bedroom door open, then let out a whistle, "they truly spared no expense..."

It was a large bedroom, mostly cream and white. A huge king sized bed, a black box sitting on top of it with a mini champagne bottle, some chocolates and the itinerary for the next day, as Bell had predicted. It hadn't been there before, when they went in and out quickly to leave the luggage, so it had been all organized during the rehearsal.

"That's so sweet," Bella sighed, falling onto the bed and immediately opening the buttons of her pants, unbuttoning her vest too and huffing as even her bra seemed to be squeezing her, "get my heels?"

Luke had already shut the door and stripped off his jacket once again, he was undoing the cufflinks of his shirt — gold, with tiny sapphires to match with his lilac shirt, he was the one to say anyone had splurged.

"You want me to ask them if they have any meds here?" Lucas crouched down in front of the bed, grabbing her ankle and undoing the claps of her shoes, as Bella threw an arm over her eyes, shielding it from the orange haze of the lights behind closed lids.

"No, that's humiliating," Bell grumbled, then made a face as another burp rushed up and got stuck in her throat, "I really- really don't feel well..." she sat up as Luke removed both heels, planting her hands on her knees, cheeks blushing as she noticed just how her belly was poking out.

"You're doing a shitty job at convincing me I shouldn't go looking for meds," Luke scoffed, crouching down so he was by her knee and pushing her hair off her shoulders, "how can I help?"

"You can't," Bella bit out, sourly, then sighed at her own moody attitude, "let's just go to bed, I can probably sleep this off."

He helped her change into the pajamas she had brought — for once Bell had picked a little cute babydoll set instead of boxers and Luke's old shirts and she already regretted it, as the satin fabric strained over her belly —  then brushed both their teeth and curled up in bed, with nothing but a lamp still on.

"C'mere," Luke pulled her closer, resting his chin on top of her head and slotting her between his legs as he rested against the pillows, "it's probably just gas."

"Gross," Bell grumbled, her cheeks ablaze, but it was too dark and in a weird position for him to see her face. He moved his hand around, so it was resting just under her belly button, pinky hooked on the elastic hem of her shorts.

"Was tonight as bad as you thought it'd be?" Luke asked after a minute, pressing his fingers around gently, as if he was diddling a guitar and Bella squirmed as pain irradiated over her stomach.

"No, but that's just because Jackie didn't care about me at all," she answered, biting down a groan as he pushed into a sore spot. A burp rolled up, followed by a whine, and Bell grimaced even more, curling up her legs, "ugh... Shrimp."

Luke let out a little amused huff and Bella sank further against him, her head resting on his collarbone and her back pressed against his stomach, she could feel the little gurgling of him digesting and the rumble of his silent chuckle as she let out another burp, this one much louder and deeper.

"Don't laugh at my plight," Bella groaned pinching his thigh, as his legs were framing her body, and Luke only chuckled harder.

"I'm not laughing at your plight," he pressed a kiss to her temple, "I'm laughing that they were all acting as if we came here to have sex and how not glamorous reality is."

"Sorry I'm too busy trying not to puke up the shrimp to fuck," she scoffed, but although her words were snappy, there was no heat in her voice. She grimaced, leaning forward to rest her forehead to her knees as another cramp squeezed her stomach, squishing Luke's hand to her belly as it got trapped.

"Hey, hey," Luke grabbed her shoulder, "alright, let's move this party to the bathroom, we don't want to deal with the laundry here, it'll be a nightmare..."

"I'm not-" Bella gagged, swallowing thickly, "not gonna be-"

"Uh-hu," Lucas let out a scoff, manhandling her and picking her up even though Bell was curled up in a tight ball. She let out a groan at the movement, muffling a gross wet burp against his chest and gagging as a splash of something came up-

"So-uUorp-" her attempt at apologizing got interrupted by a retch and it was only because Lucas was holding her that she managed to get most of the vomit inside of the bowl, although some splashed on her knuckles as she braced against the porcelain.

"Not gonna puke, uh?" Luke teased her, carefully pulling back her hair, "you'll feel much better as soon that's out of your system."

Bella let out a groan, panting as she spat the sour, thick saliva and reaching out blindly for the flush. Her stomach was burning still, grumbling non stop and waves of nausea washing over her, but at least she didn't feel any worse.

"I don't- I don't have a temperature, right?" Bella wrapped an arm around her stomach, pressing tightly and bringing up another splash of bright red puke, which caused Luke to gasp for a second, only for her to dismiss him by saying, "tomato sauce."

"Ah, okay," he breathed out in relief, then lightly touched her forehead and cheek with the back of his hand, "no, baby, you're just clammy."

"Thank God," Bella sighed, resting her forehead to the cold porcelain and taking some steadying breaths, "I don't think I'm having shrimp anytime soon."

Lucas opened an amused smile at that, flushing the mess away and passing her a wad of toilet paper to clean up the bits on her knuckles, as he stripped off his pajama shirt, wrinkling his nose in distaste.

"Me neither," he said, making a ridiculous face as he balled up the shirt away from him and Bella rolled her eyes, resting her cheek to the toilet and letting out a tired sigh.

"Reminder that I'm the damsel in distress here," she said, humorously, "I was promised belly rubs and tons of fussing."

[burprincess]

this is me relieving my indigestion... some burping while moaning 😩

[gurglesbelly]

Upset belly after eating tacos

If you have any recommendations for apps to animate the belly, please tell me. I would really appreciate it

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[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… 🫧

[suckmydictionary5]

[constantlyvornypredator]

Someone at the Pool table: Hey? Where are all the billiard balls?

Me rubbing my suspiciously lumpy and clacky belly: Um... I dunno? *UUUUuuuURRRRrp!* Sorry, indigestion. Must have been something I ate.~ ❤️

[bellysoupset]

Indigested

"Where the hell do you think you're going dressed like this?" Lucas asked in a sharp, false, tone and caused Bella's dark auburn brows to meet in an upset frown.

"Wherever the hell I want?" She bit back just as sharply, only to blush as she saw his amused smile, "oh, you're joking."

"Yeah, I'm joking," Luke snorted, reaching so he could grab her studded waist and pulling her close so he could kiss her, "you look amazing."

"Thanks," Bella beamed at the compliment, smoothing her hands over his chest, "you don't look too bad yourself," she gave him one more kiss, before cupping his face so she could wipe the dark red stain from his mouth, "they're almost here, Teddy texted ten minutes ago."

"Alright, remind me of their names?"

"Teddy, he's chubby and looks like a teddy bear, you're really not gonna miss it," Bella explained, checking all the trays of food for their dinner party. After the disaster that had been the Superbowl, she was extremely worried about food poisoning for a second time. Once again they had ordered the food, but now from a different place and Luke had taste tested everything in a valiant show of courage, hours before, "Melissa is the one with the pink braids and Vader has the piercings."

"They sound like band kids," Luke chuckled, wrapping his arms around her from behind, "I'm gonna dial up the charm."

"Dial it down, Atwood," Bella scoffed, leaning against his embrace, "you're already too damn charming for your own good, lower that shit down."

"Can't do," he pressed a kiss to her cheek, just as the doorbell rang.

Luke had been spot on the money about the band kids description, all of Bella's coworkers, whom he knew by name but had never met until now, looked like band kids. They were all alt, which didn't surprise him, considering Bell was clad in her most vampiric outfit and fitting right in with the gang. He was the one who stood out like a sore thumb.

"Oh lalala Bell, this place is gorgeous," Teddy said, holding a black bag with a wine bottle inside of it. Truly, couldn't people think of housewarming gifts that weren't wine? They had a full collection by now and neither of them drank it.

"It is my pride and joy," Bella had a bright smile on as she gestured for her friends to come in, not even trying to be humble, "and this is Luke," she latched on his arm, "Lucas, Teddy, Mel and Vader."

He shook all of their hands, all smiles and letting the pokes of fun wash over him. Teddy calling him the "famous Lou" and Vader squinting at him in a suspicious manner. Introverts, Luke thought with a snort, wrapping an arm around Bell's waist and guiding their guests into the dining room.

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Luke was an extrovert. He fed on people's energy, a night out with friends was how he relaxed, not staying home and staring at a TV. Even if he was bookworm, he didn't enjoy sitting alone in a room to read, but would rather go busy places like a park or a coffee shop, or the best option, have Bella draped on him, so at least he felt like it was a shared activity.

Nevertheless, even he couldn't deny that the best part of a dinner party was the debrief that followed. Rehashing the night's moments and sharing gossip over tea with Bella had to be one of his favorite things in life.

So Bella was entirely justified as she threw her arms around his shoulders, from behind, and pressed a kiss to his cheek, pouting at how quiet he had turned, "you didn't have fun?"

"Hmm," Luke shook his head, wrinkling his nose, "I did, it was great. Your colleagues are funny..."

His wife let out a huff, her breath smelling like chocolate cake, nose pressed to his temple, "you're acting weird... You got super quiet there at the end, Luke."

He leaned his head back, so it met Bella's shoulder and winced, "it wasn't the company," Luke explained, smiling as she turned to look at him, so close their noses nearly brushed, "dinner's not agreeing with me."

"Oh," Bell's eyes widened and he leaned in, stealing a kiss and causing her to splutter and giggle, "LuKE!" she rolled her eyes in a fond manner, then pulled back enough to give him an once over, "dinner's kicking your ass?"

"Oh yeah," he squirmed on the dining room chair, he had only gotten up long enough to see his guests out. The dishes were still on the table, a whole mess to be dealt with, "big time."

"Aye, poor baby," Bell teased him, softly, stroking his hair back, "let's get you out of these clothes, it can't be comfortable."

It wasn't, not at all, and Luke was more than happy to let Bell undress him as he pulled him to his feet and up the stairs. His legs felt heavy, whole body focused on the throbbing in his midsection. He hadn't eaten more than his normal share, but he felt stuffed and lethargic, as if his stomach was pulsing.

Bella hadn't quite gotten the memo, pushing him on the bed and sitting on his lap. He couldn't blame her, it wouldn't be the first time he overdid it at dinner and decided he was still well enough to fool around.

"C'mere," she captured his lips with hers, kissing him slowly, fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt. Luke winced, the way her thighs circled his middle was far from comfortable, squeezing him.

He grabbed her by the chin, pushing her back, "no, Bell, its actually hurting..." Luke grimaced as a cramp went through his packed belly. It felt like nothing was digesting, a congealed mess inside of him.

"Awn," Bella cooed, falling off his lap so she was on the bed and finishing removing his shirt, "better?"

It was a smidge better now that he couldn't feel it brushing against his sensitive stomach, but that was about it. When he didn't answer, Bell got to work on his trousers, undoing his belt and the fly of the pants, patting his thigh with an amused huff, "up, up, let me get this off you-" she tugged on the pants, pulling them fully out and Luke let out a little relieved sigh.

His stomach mimicked him, letting out a gross gurgle and Bell raised her eyebrows, clutching the pants balled up in her hands in a surprised manner, "that was your stomach?"

"Uhm, yeah," Luke scooted on the bed, so he could fall against the pillows and let out a deep breath, staring at the ceiling and planting a hand on his stomach. It felt warm to the touch, warmer than the rest of his body, and it was clearly upset. More gurgles followed, but he still didn't feel like anything was digesting, "fuck, you don't think its food poisoning, right?"

Bell paused at the bathroom door, she had already kicked off her heels and was holding a cotton ball to her eye, waiting for the dark makeup to melt under the cleanser, "no, Luke..." she frowned, "all five of us had the same stuff and we're fine. Besides, you weren't sick on the evening when you did the taste test..."

That was a sound argument. Luke grimaced as he felt a growl deep inside, dinner churning sluggishly, "I guess... Maybe I just ate too fast or something."

"Maybe it's gas," Bella was looking quite comical, one eye fully clean, the other one covered in glam makeup, "do you want some ginger ale? Or-" she yawned, "or pepto?"

"Ginger ale might help..." Luke felt like was sweating now, the pressure in his stomach going up a notch of uncomfortableness, "and a belly rub?"

"Uh-hum," Bell smiled at him, moving back inside the bathroom so she could wash her face, "let me just change and I'll get it for you."

She stripped down the velvet crimson dress and Luke let his head fall back, planting a hand on his stomach and trying to knead some digestion into it. Although he was being gentle, his belly felt tender to the touch and all he managed was to cause cramps to ripple through him, but not a single burp came up nor did it feel like his stomach was doing anything.

"Here," Bell crawled back on the bed, holding up a ginger ale can as well as the pepto pink bottle, "pick your poison."

Luke took the can, taking several gulps and feeling the pressure building in his chest, until he couldn't swallow anymore. He let out a groan, leaning forward so a burp would come up, but instead a hiccup shook his entire frame.

"That was cute," Bella chuckled, falling against the pillows and rubbing his naked back, legs tangled with the blankets, "hold your breath to stop the hiccups-"

Luke tried to hold it, but he didn't manage even a second before another deep hiccup caused him to jostle, his stomach contents jumping and acid licking his throat. He clutched at it, "ugh- Hurts..."

He couldn't quite breathe right, the ginger ale had pressurized his belly, but no burp was coming up. Bella let out a sigh, moving so she was sitting behind him and patting his back, "you're really pale, Luke..."

A small burp came up, as well as more acidic froth which he promptly swallowed. He cupped a hand over his lips, "it's just reflux-"

She thumped his back with enough force another wet burp rolled past his lips, deep from his stomach and bringing up a sliver of relief. Luke swallowed down the saliva accumulating in his mouth, whole body getting covered in goosebumps and a shudder running through him as dinner tried to come back with the burp.

"Ugh," he swallowed down, "don't thump that hard, feels like it's trying to come back up..."

"Lean back," Bell kissed his cheek and he obeyed, slotting himself against her shoulder, between her legs. The ginger's cold hands cupped his stomach and he winced, the upset organ continuing to throb and cramp.

"Careful, Bell, it hurts..."

"I know, I know, baby," she cooed, moving her hand in lazy, gentle circles, "you didn't eat enough to be this stuffed, what the hell..."

"Yeah, uhm-" he muffled a little burp against his hand, "bloated as fuck..."

She thumped the heel of her hand against his side, causing a nasty belch to roll up and some of the pressure to reduce. Bella wrinkled her nose, "gross, Atwood, don't burp on my face..."

"What-" he smiled slightly, forcing up another little burp, with no heat behind it, still facing her, "I thought you loved all of me."

"You're such a prick," she planted her hand on his face, giggling and shoving it away, "this feels good...?" she rubbed under the swell of his stomach, right where it was pushing against his boxers, fingers pressing on his warm skin as if she was playing a piano.

"Uhm... Yeah, feels be-bEtuurop-" he turned his head quickly, letting out a large, frothy burp, "it's helping..."

"Alright," Bell yawned, focusing on the belly rub. She was really good at it, finding every single air pocket and slowly working her way around, gentle but firm. However while it helped with the awful pressure and the sensation he couldn't breathe, it really did nothing to how gross Luke was feeling.

Now his stomach was full on churning, letting out constant whines and growls, and his jaw felt heavy.

"Hold on, hold on," Lucas grabbed Bella's hand and she seemed to have completely zoned out, because she jerked at the touch, as if she was almost falling asleep, "stop."

"What- What is it?" Bell yawned, pulling back to look at him and then raising her eyebrows, "oh Luke, you're gonna be sick? You're all clammy..."

He shook his head, trying to swallow the spit accumulating in his mouth, but his throat refused it and he gagged.

"Yeah, okay," Bell scoffed, grabbing his arm, "up up up-" she ushered him out of the bed and Luke stumbled up, hugging his stomach. He felt a little dizzy with nausea and the following gag brought up a splash of semi digested food, which he forced back down.

"Almost there-" Bella was mumbling feverishly, pushing him inside their suite's bathroom. It was much bigger than in their old place, which was a good thing on most days, but meant more steps tonight and Luke whimpered, bracing against the sink.

"That's alright, I got you," Bell pushed his hangs back, opening the faucet and running her hand under it, rubbing her now humid and cold hands on his face to refreshen him, "shhh, take a deep breath-"

Luke jerked with another gag and planted a hand on the mirror in front of the sink, ducking his head as he spat a thick wave inside the bowl. His stomach churned at the gruesome sight and he wrapped the opposite arm around his belly, trying to keep his dinner down.

"Shhh, baby, that's alright," Bella was rubbing his naked back, nails brushing on his nape as she moved her hand up, "get it up, you'll feel better..."

It was like all his stomach needed was permission, because the next wave was much larger and caused him to curl up, whole body shaking with effort.

He lowered his head to the marble of the sink, blowing out a burp to the ground and breathing deeply as if he had just ran a marathon, while Bell washed off the mess from the bowl and kept a steadying hand on his elbow.

His stomach was still a mess. Everything was churning around and he felt nauseous as all hell, but no longer overfull like before. He shuddered again, leaning over the sink to spit and glaring at his reflection.

He looked awful. Hair slightly glued down to his forehead thanks to the cold sweat, no matter how much Bella had ran her fingers through it to keep it out of the way. Face ashen, lips almost vanishing from how pale they were. Bella was looking at him in a worried manner, big blue eyes the size of saucers, a hand still planted on his back.

"Lu?" she rubbed his arm, "are you done?"

Luke wrinkled his nose, frowning, "not sure..." his stomach let out a sickening growl and he spat in the bowl again, opening the faucet once more to wash his face and take a gulp of water. It helped with the horrible taste in his mouth, but landed in his belly all wrong, causing him to burp more frothy vomit back in the bowl.

"Alright," Bella was chewing on her lip, alarmed, "take your time..."

He coughed and washed his mouth once again, sniffling, "Urgh... I think- I think I'm done...?" it was supposed to be an affirmation, but didn't quite sound like it. Bell raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"You think?"

"Not sure," Luke grimaced, moving away from the sink so he could press his back against the cool tiled wall of the bathroom, "still feel nauseous as fuck... But not gonna throw up."

"Okay," Bella was inspecting him, seeming worried. She planted her hands on his cheek, then on his forehead, probably in search of a fever, but he was cold and clammy, "okay- I'll take the trash bin back to the room just in case and you can try some of the pepto. Maybe it'll work now."

"Maybe," he was exhausted. He yawned, protectively wrapping an arm around his middle and following his wife back to the room, "you'll keep giving me a belly rub...?"

Bella snorted, planting the bin down next to their bed and falling on it, gesturing for him to cuddle her, "yeah, duh. Of course."

[writing-whump]

Hi Sol, I was wondering if you could do a nsfw fic with Alessia and Kieran. Maybe Kieran eats way to much but he’s uncomfortable and not in pain, he realizes that he can’t hold it down but he feels bad because it was an expensive buffet and maybe Alessia presses on his stomach to keep him from holding back? Thank you for considering, have a nice day.

So excited to get an ask for the two of them like this ^^ thank you for the idea. Totally self-indulgent emeto sickness.

Sick at night

"What on Earth are you doing?"

It was 2 am when Alessia woke up to rustling. The bed mattress shifted under Kieran's weight.

Kieran got up, shaking off his shirt. "It's hot in here."

Her eyebrows jumped up. Yes, the days were unbearably hot in the asphalt jungle of Vienna's center, but the nights were cool and pleasant. All their windows were open.

But Kieran was covered in sweat, moisture glistening on his face as he shook off his shirt.

"Baby?" she asked.

"I don't feel all that good." He waved in her direction. "It's nothing. Go back to sleep."

Yeah, sure. After that sentence.

She lifted herself up into a sitting position, switching on the bedside table lamp. "Talk to me. What's wrong?"

Kieran grimaced, drying his face against the discarded shirt. "Dinner's not sitting well."

"Your fancy big werewolf meet dinner, you mean?"

He grimaced again. He felt guilty he went to an event just after they god back. A special wolf event for big pack families that she wasn't invited to.

Alessia didn't find it offending, this is how the exclusive big names worked. She would wish to see one just for the amusement of it, but it wasn't like she expected big name wolves to bring anything to her search.

Not that Kieran knew about the search anyway.

It was adorable though, how guilty and gittery he felt about it. Made her feel more included, more wanted that he thought of them as a pair now, that he didn't see himself doing things without the other.

"It was this huge buffet," Kieran admitted, running his hands nervously through his curls. "I got stopped at every meal for some crap talk."

"And had to eat your weight in all of them while listening?"

"It tasted good at the start." He muffled a burp against his fist, palming the side of his stomach. "Something isn't sitting right."

She nodded. It could be the combination of so many different rich foods or just the amount of them. Now that her eyes got more used to the light, she could see how bloated he was, stomach sticking out like a dome.

"Get back in here, I'll rub your belly," she suggested.

He shook his head, pacing around the bedroom that was also basically their living room, ending with the back of the sofa. "Hurts to touch."

"Do you feel nauseous at all?"

He clenched his teeth together, jaw working through something "A little."

"Could it be the gas? When you wolf things down with your usual speed-"

He gagged against his hand. "D-don't talk about it."

She raised an eyebrow. "Baby, if you are feeling this sick, maybe you shouldn't fight it and just get it over with."

Kieran gave her a mock-offended look. "Excuse me, it was a quality expensive food. Steaks and mango salad and-" he gagged again, whole throat jumping up.

Alessia rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I don't think the sympathies are mutual."

"You are a meanie," he whined, going into the kitchen to brace against the counter with long, deep breaths.

Alessia got up to follow, stopping behind him and tentatively wrapping her arms around his chest. His back was slick with swest and his breaths were heaving this close up. "You couldn't sleep at all?"

"I was tired when I came home...but it won't let me."

She kissed his naked shoulder. "Do you want something for digestion? Maybe a bubbly drink to work out some of the air?"

"I don't think a-hic-air is the problem here." He bowed his head almost to the surface of the table.

Her hands slipped towards his stomach. No pressure at all, just gently scratching along the sensitive skin.

He let out a whine at the touch, but didn't move away. The circular motion of her hand ushered up a burp that shook them both.

Kieran shivered under her touch. Another empty gag.

"So strange. Your belly isn't gurgling at all," she said, rubbing his shoulder with the other hand.

"It's just sitting there," he complained. His breaths were getting faster.

"Come on, baby. Into the bathroom with you."

He didn't protest this time, letting her lead him blindly, stumbling along the way.

She positioned him in front of the toilet, lifting the lid so he could aim easier. Rubbing his back.

His breaths were all fast and shallow now.

"Shhhh. Relax and let it happen. You'll feel better after, I promise," she said, hand between his shoulder blades running up to his shoulders and back down.

In spirits of following her instructions he gagged towards the water. A loud throaty burp rushed up, but nothing came up.

"It's not-not coming up," he moaned, bracing against the rim of the toilet.

"Lean forward," she said, coaxing him towards the water.

Another empty gag shook his frame.

Alessia kissed the back of his neck. "Alright, relax. Trust me."

She pressed herself against his back again, arms around his waist. She dragged her palms up from his lower stomach and upward.

He tensed at the touch, stilling in anticipation. Her cheek brushed against his and she caught his eye from the side. Waited for him to nod.

She pressed against the bloated hard part of his belly.

The reaction was immediate. His back arched with a heave. The first one brought up nothing, but the next was stronger, more violent, brining up a huge wave of barely digested food.

Two more violent heaves and she could tell Kieran was running out of breath. His stomach was hellbent on emptying though. He hiccuped and burped up another wave, all but projectile vomiting into the toilet.

Alessia reached behind him to flush as the smell filled the bathroom, pieces of food splashing loudly against the water.

Kieran moaned, spitting up a stuck piece of meat and coughing until another intense wave rocked him forward.

"Okay, you are alright. Just let it happen. Doing so well." His stomach kept contracting under her palms, back and forth.

His hands were shaking as he reached for toilet paper, so she grabbed it for him, cleaning up his face.

He let her, then asked for another one to blow his nose into. "Ugh. That was nasty."

"Feeling better?"

"Not so nauseous anymore," he agreed, letting out a relieved sight. He reached towards her, then stopped himself. A burp snuck out and he hurriedly turned towards the toilet, but it wad empty this time. "Sorry."

"Whatever for, silly?" She hugged him from the side with both arms, sweat and all.

"That was really really gr-"

She kissed his cheek, a slight stumble around his mouth. "Shhh. You know that doesn't do anything to me." At least nothing bad.

He huffed, but melted into her touch, burying his head against her. "Can we go to sleep now?"

As if she was keeping him awake. "Of course we can."

[burprincess]

more of my burps :)

[lisupandowntown]

Hey hey! I know you’ve got some plotty plans going on so no pressure, but I would love to see a good old fashioned sibling bond between Gabe and Adam!! Maybe one of them isn’t feeling great for a slightly funny or embarrassing reason and the other has to go from “teasing mode” to “concerned but hiding it”?

Here you go, anon! This got a little more angsty than I intended, but I think it needed to be said. Also bonus that I was able to add Adam in a suit for @bellysoupset

Raising the Bar

“So, Logan can’t come after all. She’s tied up in a meeting.”  Gabe grimaced at his brother, as if seeking agreement that was the worst news he’d heard all day.  

“Damn, that sucks,” Adam said sympathetically.  He didn’t bother to mention that he’d had no idea Logan had been planning to join them in the first place. When Gabe had invited him to see his office and then go to happy hour, Adam assumed it would just be the two of them.  He’d been looking forward to it, and was secretly relieved Logan wouldn’t be there.

But Gabe was looking like someone had kicked his puppy at the thought of not being with his girlfriend. So maybe it was the worst news he’d had all day and if so, well good for Gabe. Adam was still trying to figure out this new version of his older brother, one who’d been dating the same woman for over a year and seemed perfectly happy about it.  Until Logan, none of Gabe’s relationships lasted longer than three or four months, and often a lot less. LIke a night or two.  Back then, Gabe was always up for staying until last call, last overtime, last man standing.

And now?  Well, Adam was trying not to be bothered by the change, even if he didn’t understand it.  Gabe wasn’t Rory; he didn’t need a girlfriend.  But he had one now, and Adam didn’t want to look like a total ass complaining about it. He’d certainly gotten more than enough grief from Morrison on that topic.  What was wrong with spending a fun night together anyway?  It didn’t always have to mean something. Now he gazed critically at his brother.

“Since when do you wear a fleece vest to work?” he asked, punching Gabe lightly on the arm.  “Finance bro much?” 

Gabe smirked.  “You know it. And what about you?  Power suit every single day?” He flicked the end of Adam’s subtly patterned navy tie.  “Let me guess, Armani?” 

“Gotta look the part.” Adam shot back.  “About time you gave up your snapbacks and college gear.” This felt better, this banter.  Gabe had been giving Adam a hard time about his wardrobe since high school and he was more than happy to return the favor. “Did one of the partners finally teach you how to dress?” 

“Nah, Logan took me shopping.”  The goofy smile was back on Gabe’s face.  “She likes me in vests and button downs.”  He smirked.  “And out of them even better.”

Adam tried not to roll his eyes too hard.  He was used to this behavior with Noa and Rory, and it was a little disconcerting to hear it coming from Gabe.  Normally he’d be the one muttering whipped under his breath when Rory would jump up from the sofa to get Noa a drink or whatever. 

“Yeah yeah, very cute,” Adam agreed sourly.  He didn’t go any further though; it just wasn’t as fun to tease without backup.  He wondered if Avery ever gave Rory a hard time at work and then remembered he wasn’t talking to the guy anyway.  So who cared.  

“So, where are we drinking?” Adam rubbed his hands together.  “I’m thirsty.”

Gabe took him to a bar popular with Wall Street types.  It was right up Adam’s alley - plenty of handsome, well-dressed men posing for each other and talking self-importantly about business deals.  Manicured, ripped, and wealthy.  Just what he needed.

They sat at a table near some of Gabe’s associates and ordered bourbon neat. Platters of fancy shrimp sliders and street tacos and bao buns appeared - the “in food” for upscale happy hours these days.  And there were warm chocolate chip cookies too for some reason. Whatever; they were delicious.  

 “So . . .” - Gabe chewed and swallowed a pork-filled bun - “See anyone you like?” He nudged Adam on the arm.  “That guy by the wall keeps glancing at you - the one in the blue striped shirt?  He’s cute, right?” 

Adam supposed the man Gabe pointed out was objectively good looking. Styled brown hair swept back from his forehead, Straight, manscaped brows over dark eyes that darted around and stopped on often on Adam before moving to scan  across the room.  Even features that Adam forgot every time he looked away. 

“I guess,” he agreed noncommittally.  “A little skinny.”

“What?  That’s not skinny,” Gabe scoffed.  He peered so obviously across the bar that Adam had to kick him under the table. 

“Watch it,” he hissed. “I wasn’t planning to pick up anyone tonight.”  

“Not someone so skinny at least,” Gabe laughed. “What’s your type these days, more of a linebacker maybe?” 

Adam busied himself with a pulled pork taco.  “I don’t have a type; you know that.”  He washed his food down with the craft beer they’d ordered to drink alongside the bourbon.  “But I’m not interested in a caricature of a gay hook-up.  That’s boring.”  He nodded his head at the guy in the blue shirt, who was staring avidly now.  Adam sighed. “LIke that.”

“What, you’re finally getting some standards?” Gabe snorted.  “Hot, good in bed, and now you want sparkling conversation too?”  He peered carefully at Adam’s face.  “Excuse me, who are you and what have you done with my man-whore of a brother?” 

Gabe was the only person allowed to call Adam that.  And Adam had always been equally colorful about Gabe’s hookups - the shallowness of the girls he slept with went along well with his wardrobe of fraternity t-shirts and basketball shorts. When Adam finally found out about Logan he assumed she was much of the same.  Except that when he’d asked - mostly jokingly - if her IQ was higher than her bra size, Gabe had haughtily told him that Logan had graduated summa cum laude from UCLA and was more interested in surfing than shopping. 

Adam had understood immediately that Gabe’s new girlfriend was off-limits.  Still, he didn’t realize just how serious the relationship was until he moved to Boston and met Logan for himself.  

She was . . . fine.  More than fine, probably.  Noa seemed to like her a lot and Adam trusted his sister’s opinion on just about everything.  But he couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t a permanent thing.  He’d never say that to Gabe, of course.  But he also didn’t need to spend a lot of time getting to know Logan either.

Now he shrugged. “If I’m going to have breakfast with someone the next morning I want to have something interesting to talk about.”  He waved their server over for another order of sliders - brisket this time. The blue-shirted guy had finally walked away and Adam didn’t see anyone else worth investigating right now.  Might as well enjoy the food.  But his brother wasn’t done with his interrogation, apparently.

“Hmm.  And this breakfast is taking place . . . where?” Gabe asked skeptically.  He was well aware of Adam’s rule about not having anyone sleep over at his own place.  “Are you going out to brunch?  Making omelets in his kitchen?  Maybe a picnic?”

“Fuck . . . hic . . . you.” Adam took a couple of big gulps of beer to try to clear his hiccups.  It made him burp instead, which he supposed was a bit better. Now that he’d decided there was no one at this bar he wanted to impress he might as well be gross.  Gabe certainly wouldn’t mind.  

Indeed, his brother ignored the belch, which was totally like him.  But he also waited, watching Adam carefully.  Adam finally gave an impatient huff. “So what if I’m not jumping into bed with every cute guy who throws himsel-hic!. . . I mean, who looks my way? Last I checked, you weren’t so into sleeping around a lot anymore either.” Adam hadn’t intended to bring up Logan again, but the point stuck.  

“I’m not sleeping around at all anymore,” Gabe corrected quickly. His eyes widened.  “Are you saying you’re done with it too? LIke, totally?” 

“Oh god, no,” Adam reassured his brother. That definitely wasn’t the plan.  “I’m not saying . . . no.”  There was one last street taco on the plate and he pulled the meat out, considering.  His stomach growled at him and he forced out a small burp before shoving the last bite in his mouth.  “It’s just . . . I don’t know.  Maybe I’m trying . . .”  Adam wasn’t sure what he was trying to say, or even what he was thinking. That right now, picking up any of the handsome, but interchangeable, men at this bar felt . . . unnecessary.  Or something -  was that what he thought?  He shook his head.  “Forget it.”

“Okay.”  Gabe picked up his beer and let the matter drop.  And Adam was mostly relieved but also a little disappointed.  Which was weird, because he really didn’t want to talk about . . . whatever it was.  Noa would not have shut up, asking questions, and he would have probably admitted things he didn’t want to and then gotten annoyed.  This was better. He rubbed at his chest, finally working up a better burp and sagging a little bit with relief.  

Gabe grinned at him and pressed on his own chest, letting out an even louder belch.  “Thank fucking god, I needed that,” he sighed, blowing out a breath and not bothering to cover his mouth.  “The food here’s good, right?  Want to order something off the menu and stay put? I bet I can beat you in trivia.”  He gestured at the controller screen on their table.

“You wish,” Adam scoffed.  He took off his suit jacket and carefully draped it over the back of his chair and picked up the menu.  “The brown butter pumpkin ravioli looks good.”

“Could you order something more gay?”  Gabe rolled his eyes.  “I’m getting the wagyu burger.”

“Fine, make it two,” Adam huffed. “And the parmesan truffle fries.”  He was actually starting to feel kind of full, but wasn’t about to admit it and possibly cut the evening short.   

“Of course,” agreed Gabe mildly. “So, should we play head to head?  Or d’you want . . .uh oh.”   Without waiting for an answer he signaled to someone outside of Adam’s line of sight. 

“Sorry,” Gabe muttered to Adam, just as a figure dropped into the seat next to him.  Adam didn’t even have to look to know it would be the bland-faced, blue-shirted guy - of course it was.  

“I thought maybe you two were together, but no?”  Up close Adam could see the guy had a slight underbite, not quite hidden by his five o’clock shadow.  Thin lips, parted in a slightly too big smile.  He sighed.

“I’ve got a girlfriend,” Gabe explained quickly, shooting Adam an apologetic look when the guy immediately turned in his seat.

Normally, this would have put Adam in his element. Being fawned over, especially by a good looking, highly educated man in a sharp suit and well-patterned tie? Well that was Adam’s comfort zone.  He could do this with his eyes closed. 

Except tonight Adam wanted to just hang out with his brother.  It was a rare enough thing to get him alone from Logan these days, and he would have been content to sit and play head to head trivia and not eat any more of his burger because his stomach was kind of aching from the two bites he’d already had.  

But here they were, sitting with an eligible option, so it wasn’t like he and Gabe were going to be able to hang out anyway.  So Adam took a deep breath, finished his bourbon, and leaned in, opening his dazzling political smile. “Adam Calder.  Have I seen you here before?” 

Gabe shot him one confused look and then shrugged and went with whatever it was Adam was doing - being Adam.  He answered trivia and ordered more beer and only texted Logan once, while Adam was listening with apparent fascination while Brad - of course his name was Brad - talked about his finance job how he was going to start at Harvard business school in the fall, and being a political consultant sounded so interesting; had Adam met anyone famous?  

It would have been fine.  Boring, but fine. Brad lived only a couple of blocks away so Adam wouldn’t have even had to make up a story about why they couldn’t go to his place.  Not someone to have breakfast with, but someone.  Fine. 

Except his stomach hurt.  For a while Adam thought he was just too full, maybe needed to burp, and he could live with that.  But the half of the burger and handful of fries he’d managed to eat were sitting in his gut like a brick, on top of all the fancy happy hour food and bourbon and beer.  Cramps had been rolling through him at a regular pace for the last half hour and he really wished he could untuck his shirt. Maybe even loosen his belt.  But this wasn’t a bar full of construction types, or . . . law enforcement.  Whatever.  Appearances mattered here, even in front of boring Brad.   

“I’ve got to piss; don’t go anywhere.”  Brad touched Adam familiarly on the shoulder as he got up and Adam tried not to flinch.  

As soon as the guy left, Adam slumped in his seat and dug his fist into the side of his stomach, trying to ease the pain.  “Fuck.”

Gabe snorted.  “Not until I’m gone, please.”  He squinted at Adam.  “You okay though?  You look kind of sweaty.”

“Stomach’s killing me,” Adam groaned.  “Something I ate isn’t sitting well.”  He gulped down air and tried to work up a burp, but it fizzled in his throat. “Think we can sneak out before he gets back?”

“Do you want to?”  Gabe sounded openly curious.  “You’ve certainly been giving out signals that you’d like to go home with him. I thought I’d be the one leaving alone.”  He tented his fingers and gazed at his brother.  “Did you change your mind?  Again?  I mean earlier you said you didn’t want any more one night stands.”

“I didn’t say . . . hic . . . never,” Adam responded crossly.  He picked up his beer and pressed the side of the glass against his forehead. It didn’t really help ease how overheated he was feeling.  “Jus’ not tonight.’  

“So why’d you try so hard?  Turn on all that Adam Calder charm and shit?”  Gabe shoved the rest of his burger in his mouth and sauce dripped down his chin.  Adam gulped down.  Great. Now he was queasy too. 

“I thought you understood how this all works,” he muttered, trying to ignore the way his stomach had decided to start churning on top of the cramps.  “You . . . uuURP! . . . you invited the guy over, what was I supposed to do?”  The burp finally came up and it eased some of the pressure in his belly, which was good.  But it tasted rancid and made him want to gag.  He gulped again instead. 

“You could say no,” said Gabe pointedly. “End it here and not in bed.  Be honest.”  He gestured expansively. “That way you don’t have to sneak out in the morning and, what?  Ghost him? Or be weird and uncomfortable the next time you run I to each other? He leaned forward and raised his eyes in a knowing way that was totally at odds for what Adam knew about his brothet.  “You can’t tell me there’s never been a single guy you thought about seeing again.  If you let yourself want it.”  

The nausea was back, but this time it had moved up to his throat.  Adam tugged at his tie, trying to ease some of the discomfort. “Even if I did,” he shrugged.  “It would just push it off for a couple more days.”  His shirt felt like it was sticking to his back.  He’d have to put his jacket back on to get out of here. Just the thought made his skin prickle uncomfortably.  “You know I don’t do relationships.” 

“Neither did I.”  Gabe looked at him thoughtfully and if Adam had felt better he probably would have reached out and smacked him or something.  His stomach gurgled and he palmed his side.  

“Can we go?” he begged shamelessly.  Gabe was only twenty months older but right now Adam was happy to let him take control.  Brian or Brad or whatever would be back any minute and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep up his facade. He grabbed one of the napkins bunched on the table and spit into it.

Gabe didn’t play the older brother that often - to be honest, it had always been more Rory’s thing. But something in Adam’s face obviously convinced him he wasn’t just trying to avoid talking to Brad some more.  “Go outside,” he commanded, pushing him on the shoulder.  “I’ll pay and make excuses.”  When Adam burped thickly over the table, his eyes narrowed.  “Or . . . bathroom?”  

Adam shook his head miserably.  “Outside,” he managed past the lump in his throat.  He wasn’t sure if his dinner was going to come up or go down but he certainly wasn’t going to find out in some public toilet stall.  

Shrugging his coat back on and trying not to cringe at the feeling of it clinging to his skin, he straightened his back and walked straight outside.  If anyone looked at him or wondered why he was leaving alone, Adam didn’t really care.

Once outside he kept walking, away from the knots of people waiting at the front for Ubers or friends or whatever.  Only when he’d cleared the crowd did he let his posture fall and expression shutter.  God he felt sick.  The cramps were still pulsing dully somewhere below his belly button but the nausea was his bigger concern now.  He fumbled with his tie until it finally came loose, but it didn't help much. Adam spit onto the sidewalk and then closed his eyes for a second, concentrating on the urge to burp. 

“Are you going to puke?” Gabe’s hand was heavy on his back.  “If it’s something you ate it’ll probably feel better to get it out of your system.”  He began rubbing up and down, apparently not finished playing the older brother.

Adam was grateful, because he really didn’t feel like doing this alone right now.  “Yeah, s-s-soon,” he gagged emptily and then leaned forward to usher up a series of burps.  “Hold on.”  He pulled off his jacket again, but it wasn’t enough.  

Gabe whistled.  “Damn, bro.  You’re really bloated.  Is all that just from what you ate at the bar?”  

“Shut . . . uuhLP . . up,” Adam mumbled through a gag.  There was an alley to their left and he turned that way.  “Here.”  He shoved his suit jacket at Gabe and fumbled at his belt.  “Need this off.”  Behind him, Gabe gave an amused chuckle.

“Do I want to know if this is the first time you’ve taken off your pants in an alley?” he asked.  In response, Adam lurched forward and retched. 

Gabe swore.  “Fuck, you can tell me later.”  He went back to rubbing Adam’s back.

Adam gulped down again and then leaned forward to brace his hands on his knees.  “Sorry,” he gasped through another dry retch.  “Feel like crap.”  His stomach twisted and he swayed dizzily, wishing the puking would just start already.

“No shit; you look like hell.”  Gabe grabbed him by the arm.  “Don’t fall over, please.  Mom’ll kill me if I let you get a concussion.”

“Noa too,” Adam croaked, and then his jaw went tingly and heavy.  He drooled onto the pavement for a second and then his entire body lurched forward with a productive heave. Remnants of his meal splattered on the ground at his feet.  He groaned and burped, feeling even worse somehow. The nausea surged again and he threw up a much bigger gush.  

“Oh god,” he groaned, trying to spit out something caught in the back of his throat.  Gabe slapped him on the back and Adam burped harshly.  The second belch was solid and he spit up a mouthful of beer mixed with barely digested french fries. 

It seemed to go on forever, Adam’s stomach trying to turn itself inside out.  At one point Gabe pulled him back out of the alley towards the street to get them away from the growing puddle of Adam’s stomach contents.  Finally, he straightened up.  

“I think that’s most of it,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.  The crushing nausea was gone and in its place Adam felt as weak as a kitten.  

“Here, figured you’d need these.”  Gabe produced a handful of napkins from somewhere.  “I put water on a couple of them.  Wipe your face; you’re a mess.”

“Fuck you,” Adam retorted, but there was no heat to his words.  He swayed dizzily for a second while he wiped his face.  Gabe held his arm and Adam tried not to admit how much he just wanted to slump against his brother and close his eyes.  “I’m ready to go now,” he said instead.  “I’ll get an Uber.”  Gabe lived in the opposite direction but Adam was pretty sure he could make it home in one piece.

“Yeah, no,” Gabe scoffed.  “You’re coming home with me.”  He already had his phone out to the app to call a car.  

Adam let out a sigh.  “Worried about mom again?” 

Gabe shook his head.  “Nope.  I want to keep an eye on you myself.”  He tugged gently on Adam’s arm.  “I have saltines and tea and shit when you’re ready.”  

Adam gagged softly at the mention of food.  “Not yet,” he croaked. “But . . . yeah.  At some point.”  He leaned into Gabe’s side, using his bulk to hold him upright.  “Thank you.” 

Gabe chuckled.  “Any time, Adam.  I mean it.”

[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.

[constantlyvornypredator]

Inexperienced pred eats prey for the first time. It was a wonderful experience, but days later there seems to be a problem; their guts don't seem to be doing so well. Their stomach feels both full and empty. They for sure digested their meal and passed it on but it just feels like something is sitting in here unable to move. They feel hungry but at the same time the thought of food makes them feel sick. They can only eat a little at a time without making themselves queasy. Antacids seem to only mute their bloated, gurgling tummy somewhat but the feeling of not wanting to eat remains. They figure it's just a bug and it'll pass but as the days pass the symptoms get worse.

They are absolutely sick to their stomach, writhing in bed as they hold and rub their aching tummy and fighting waves of dizzying spirals that make them wanna hurl. They can feel their stomach doing flips. Every convulsion of hunger and sickeningly deep squelch vibrated across their midsection. They really don't want to puke, but their stomach definitely needs to reject something - whatever that is.

The bellyache is too much, and the pred gives up fighting the urge to vomit. They run over to the toilet, clutching their stomach, lift the seat and hunch over expelling the contents of their stomach. To the pred's surprise; there is no vomit. Instead, it's a shirt soaked in their spit, mucus, and stomach acids. The same white-T their prey was wearing. Now it made sense!

The pred sits by the toilet lurching and hacking up the rest of junk inside him; underwear, dark blue jeans that have definitely lost some of its color, one sneaker after the other, a phone, wallet, a large set of keys, and a watch.

Lesson learned: Strip your prey before consumption!

[stoicmike]

As I am eating the thing I love that always gives me indigestion I am contemplating how much of existence is a mixed blessing. -- Michael Lipsey

[bellysoupset]

“oooh, my stomach…” and “awww, do you want a belly rub” for Jonah and Leo pls

"Note to self," Leo grumbled, annoyed, as he walked into their apartment, "too many blueberries are a bad idea."

"Baby, I think anything that you eat that much of would be a bad idea," Jonah teased, walking behind him and closing the door. Crouching down to pet JD as she immediately ran to them.

Leo let out a queasy scoff, walking to their living room pit and falling on the couch on his back. He squirmed as he undid his belt and his pants, bloated belly pushing out and a cramp running through him as his tummy suddenly had space, "Ow... Ow, fuck..." a sweet tasting burp fizzled out in the back of his throat, coating his tongue with the after taste of the many blueberry tart slices he had had at dinner.

"You see that, Jasmine Dean?" Jonah circled the couch, holding JD up to his face and pointing at Leo with his head, "that's what happens when your eyes are bigger than your belly. Let this be a lesson."

Their cat let out a meow, plating her front paws on Jon's chest, while Leo glared at his boyfriend.

"I'm dying and you're making fun of me," he groaned, squirming as another cramp squeezed his insides. His whole tummy was stretched tight and he couldn't stop bringing up these fizzled burps that didn't quite make it past his lips, but gurgled on his chest all the same. It didn't feel like dinner was digesting at all, his whole system overwhelmed with the sheer amount of dessert he had stuffed himself with.

"You're not dying, handsome," Jonah grinned, a big amused smile on, continuing to pet JD and move around, "I'll get you some antiacids."

"Uhmmmm," Leo moaned, loudly and dramatically, as he curled up around his queasy stomach. He was feeling nauseous and clammy, but not enough to actually be sick. Getting a relieving burp clearly wasn't on the table either and all he could do was cradle his upset tummy and wince around the gurgles rolling through it.

Another blueberry tasting burp came up, tickling his nose. An upset whine deep from his belly, a wet gurgle that caused him to gag and curl up-

"Here," Jonah had let go of JD and was now holding up a glass with fizzling water, the meds already dissolved, "two big gulps, baby."

Leo shook his head, squeezing his eyes and muffling a sickly little burp against his hand, "if I put anything else inside I'm gonna- Oourp, gonna be sick."

Jon let out a scoff, rolling his eyes in a fond manner, "aww... Do you want a belly rub?" he teased, planting the glass on their coffee table, then grabbing the belt loops of Leo's jeans, forcing him to be flat on his back. The movement caused the blonde's belly to let out another sick whine and Leo gulped down convulsively, leaning back his head.

"Gentle or I'll throw up," he warned, curling up his legs. Jonah was still smiling at him, in that same fond manner he smiled at JD when she chased her own tail for a full minute.

"I'm always gentle," he answered, rolling up Leo's shirt and planting a hand on his unsettled tummy. He pressed his fingers around his belly, searching for the tightest spots and Leo let out a groan as even the soft pressure was enough to push up a thick, sickening belch. A spark of relief followed.

"Uh... This helped a little," his cheeks were ablaze at how openly gross he was being, but Jonah only seemed endlessly amused.

"Of course it's helping, I'm an expert at giving you belly rubs," Jonah said haughtily, moving his hands around and pressing right under his belly button, causing Leo's tummy to gurgle and cramp.

"You're so humble too," Leo rolled his eyes, then a huge burp pushed past his lips and he was forced to give in that yeah, maybe Jonah was an expert at giving him belly rubs. Not that he was going to say that out loud.

[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.