#indigestion noises

[inflateftm]

So,

I've been having a cold for three days and my lower abdomen has been going crazy to the point of me being actually shocked.

It's been grumbling literally non stop. I'm lucky I haven't gone outside because istg people being close enough would be able to hear.

I haven't had any diarrhea or been nauseous at all,just liquidy gurgles.

And one night I could barely sleep because my stomach swelled up and cramped. I had to hold my stomach to (at least try to) comfortably turn in bed.

I was groaning and prodding my belly,surprised over how drum tight it was.

(I'd be lying if I said I'm not enjoying this)

[askbloatedbellyblog]

So...uh...

I realize this is more for being seasick and closer to emeto (which I'm not a fan of but some of the queasiness from fullness and indigestion absolutely am a fan of), but if you want some of the BEST indigestion sounds I've heard in a very long time, then check out High Card episode 6. Just like the whole episode has moments of it from Finn Oldman struggling to hold it in with very guttural sounds, moans, struggles, and the whole bit. With sound effects I haven't heard reused in other shows before. And when he's really sick it's just so bassy!

I want all the boys to eat but now especially Finn needs to.

He usually looks like this.

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Time loop edition!

Jason gets a chance to do everything right.

He’s got one day, twenty four hours, to change everything to the way he wants it to be (read: repeatedly kill Joker). And if he’s not satisfied with the result by the end of that time, well, that’s fine. He gets a do over for as long as he wants—if he offs himself before the twenty fourth hour mark.

He just didn’t count on his stupid family to be such a wild card and keep switching their routines around at the drop of a hat. Makes it so much harder to plan Joker’s perfect demise…

((Meanwhile the batfam: screaming and falling over each other, very much aware of the time loop but under the impression that Jay’s death is the catalyst, trying desperately to stop Jason from committing suicide by the end of each day.))

[aching-tummies]

Tuna Havoc

Had a bit of a rush-day today. For those unaware, I am currently juggling full-time-student status while maintaining part-time work for 2 different jobs. It's hectic, but it means that I don't have to decide between sleep or meal-prep when I look at the midnight-3AM block of time. I've had fewer opportunities to do meal-prep due to the city's unreliable transit system forcing me to be up to catch a bus at 4AM to ensure that I get to campus in time for classes…so…the jobs ensure that I can buy lunch on a whim without having to worry about whether or not it'll put me in the red for the month and allows me some semblance of sleep 'cuz I could afford to eat without meal-prepping. My current living situation means that I don't get much fridge-space to work with (not enough for a grocery trip, so meal-prep for me is literally 2 portions of food and that's all the space granted to me in a shared fridge).

Anyway…this week is a hectic one 'cuz I have the 4AM bus schedule + a full class schedule + coworkers stirring up drama (and a boss looking for any reason to fire me because they don't like employing students). On top of all of that, a close friend of mine is moving to a new apartment. We've been hashing out details and their apartment is about halfway between my home and campus. Offering myself up as an extra set of hands to move stuff has resulted in them offering their couch for me to stay at a couple of times a week in order to avoid too many 4AM wakeups (yes, I am extremely blessed. This friend has always been the best part of my life, bar none). So…this week has been crazy hectic 'cuz it's the start of a new semester. New classrooms. New schedule. New instructors and new expectations to figure out. On top of all of that, I packed up a duffle to ferry across town and set up on said friend's couch. Leaving toiletries, PJs, and a spare set of clothes at their place to make things easier for everyone. Organizing all of that has thrown my life into chaos. I was supposed to have a couple of hours between classes today, and I had managed to pack myself a lunch from home (literally just a random assortment of leftovers scraped into a container--spaghetti next to a spoonful of fried rice, and a random piece of toast with some sort of condiment spread on it).

I ate a muffin for breakfast--eaten in a rush as I ran to catch a bus 'cuz I chose to snooze my alarm a few too many times -_- I had planned to heat up the packed food between classes, but the instructors for my first class dropped a major assignment on us due ASAP, so I used the time to deal with that. By the time I hit submit, I had enough time to gather my stuff into my arms and run across campus to the next class.

Joke's on me…turns out this next class is a 3 hour affair. And the instructor is a hard-ass that's a stickler for the rules and for "professionalism" and whatever…so…no snacks, no drinks, not even gum or candy or whatever in their presence. So…it's 3PM…and I had a palm-sized muffin for breakfast at 6AM. 9 hours running on empty.

My stomach was clenching and twitching throughout the first half of the class. We all know that tightness of a growl threatening to let loose? I swear, my stomach was trying to edge me or something 'cuz it kept this up for a good 40 minutes--clench…is it gonna happen? Is it gonna happen? Is there gonna be an audible rumble embarrassing you in this class with a super up-tight instructor that is 100% the type to call out/call attention to students to embarrass them?! (Instructor called out a student last week who received a text with the phone on silent. Phone was on the desk, but not in-use, lit up and vibrated with a notification. This instructor literally made the student stand up and read their text to the entire class…we found out his girlfriend's embarrassing nickname for him.)

I definitely did not concentrate at all during that first half of class. I was so, so, so hungry. My stomach was rumbling, but it was (thankfully) inaudible. I felt like there was a wolf in my belly or something, keeping up a low growl or purr or whatever and just constantly sounding off. 90 minutes into the class, the instructor finally called for a 15 minute break.

I booked it out of the room and ran to the closest canteen. Most of the shops had a huge line in front of them (it was "after school snack" time, after all). I found a place with no line and ordered the first thing on the menu…which ended up being this tuna salad panini thing. I think I learned the hard way why this specific kiosk didn't have a line when the other food places all easily had 30 people queued up. Their food is…questionable.

I was hungry and desperate to prevent my tummy from embarrassing me in class, so I wolfed down the tuna sandwich and booked it back to class. 15 minutes between starved and questionable tuna salad sandwich crammed into my gut.

For the duration of the rest of the class, my stomach continued to rumble violently--like it was trembling or something. The tuna salad 100% was off or whatever and my gut was just stewing, getting sicker and sicker. Thankfully, despite the constant, sickly vibrations going on within me, it was mercifully silent and nobody noticed (I hope).

I'm at my friend's place at the moment. They're out having dinner with their family and let me hold onto their spare key to let myself into their place if I ever needed to crash if classes let out late or something. So…here I am at my friend's place with my stomach still violently shuddering and grumbling at me. It's audible now that there's nobody around to hear it. I'm here, Googling ways to clear food poisoning quickly because I don't want my friend to see me violently ill when they come back tonight. Ugh...I wish there was a 'reset to factory settings' button on my gut 'cuz I sorely need one right now (pun absolutely intended).

Well then…what would you do? Send me your best responses. I'm 100% in a sadistic mood today…so…what'd you do if you had this trembling, sickly, extremely upset gut within palm's reach? What if I begged you to get this upset out of me within the next 2 hours?

[hbthederg]

graffitti style practice

Various belly onomatopeia with varying grafitti effects. I plan to use this as a base to diversify my tummy sounds in my drawings :)

Posted using PostyBirb

[ruelpsen]

just woke up in the middle of the night with the worse indigestion i’ve ever had. i’m currently rubbing my bloated tummy, on my knees leaning as far forward as i can, desperately belching and moaning 🥺

Did your burping bring you any relief? All that pressure must have been very painful, but the belching and moaning would have sounded heavenly...

[tercosh]

Heya, do you have any indigestion or vore headcanons for D/iluc? :D

Hi, thanks for your request! I think I have a few headcanons for the first situation, even if I'm not really into tall Genshin men. Let's try some indigestion headcanons. Enjoy reading, I look forward to your inquiries! (sorry in advance for mistakes, I'm really bad at English)

1. Diluc often gets indigestion, in particular due to his work. He forgets to eat from time to time, and after eating his stomach becomes upset. But even on such days, he goes out to his night work, forgetting to properly take care of himself. His stomach churns loudly, causing the guy to exhale noisily and frown.

2. The stomach is Diluk’s only weak point. Due to problems with his eating schedule, his tummy often makes itself known. The guy is not embarrassed to rub his upset tummy in front of anyone, but he can get very embarrassed if someone points it out to him.

3. One day Diluk worked all night, and in the morning he drank quite a lot of milk, completely forgetting about his lactose intolerance. An hour later, when the guy had already arrived at his bar, he began to feel slightly nauseous and his stomach started rumbling. It gradually became more active, discomfort increased, and his stomach began to twist. He wanted to fart, but he endured it, deciding to leave it inside for now, because there were quite a lot of people around. The disturbances of his upset tummy became increasingly louder, but due to the noisy conversations of the drunkards around, it was not audible. Meanwhile, Diuk began to fidget and wince, adjusting his belt every now and then. One of the visitors noticed that the bartender's stomach was swollen and now the belt was pressing on him, probably increasing the pain. Such attention to himself embarrassed him and Diluk hastened to turn away. The inside began to rumble again and the gases moved upward.

4. During indigestion, Diluc would often emit muffled growling burps while covering his mouth with his hand. The man was angry that his stomach was always upset when it was not necessary. Diluc was sure that everyone around him noticed his slightly rounded stomach, filled with gases and liquid splashing inside, which caused this discomfort in the body.

5. When the man was left alone with himself and his loud gurgling belly, he exhaled loudly, starting to soothingly stroke his swollen belly, apologizing for taking such poor care of it. From the stomach, in response to the stroking, very unhealthy sounds were heard; everything there was overflowing, slurping and seething. Loud rumbling sounds from accumulated gases were heard inside.

[stomach-kink-enjoyer]

Finn scenario.

Vik post will be later! Announcement: pregnancy and indigestion.

Tw: emeto, mentions of alcohol.

Finn is a man of deeds, not words. Vowing not to drink, he sucked up three bottles of expensive alcohol on his twenty-seventh birthday, because he felt that, even though he had a high reputation in the criminal environment, he had not achieved anything in his life, and he decided to pour alcohol over his grief. Absinth, vodka and martini mixed up inside of his stomach, making him bloated and severely drunk — and oh, what an unfortunate coincidence, at the evening he was awaited at the chembarons council! Flushed, with his jacket open, without a vest, and his stomach clearly swollen from the abundance of alcohol inside, in stark contrast to his athletically slender figure, Finn stumbled into the room with an unfinished bottle and practically disrupted the meeting by burping loudly and wetly after every word. His belly was audibly rumbling and sloshing with each movement of his body. The others were in a state of irritation and confusion. Silco even went away so as not to see the drunken young baron — and only Margot, who knows how to deal with drunk people, managed to persuade Finn to go out into the fresh air, where she forced him to put two fingers in his mouth. It looked disgusting: a sweaty, wet Finn, holding onto the upper part of his stomach, with liquid vomit flowing down the iron prosthetic jaw, was not a beautiful sight. However, after that he felt a little better and he safely passed out on someone else's couch. Stupid golden boy.

[inflateftm]

So,

Eating 7 choco pies before bed was a "bad" idea.

I woke up like 5,or if not many more,times with my belly sounding like thunder and my throat was burning.

And in the morning when I got up to make breakfast,my belly was so damn swollen my sides were sore. So I suspect indigestion 🤔

This gave me some motivation though. I'll repeat this but add 1L of milk before bed and hope for the best.

Sure,it was a bit uncomfortable but good god it was hot 💦

[galaxythedragonshifter]

Ok so

At first, sassy Sun from HW2 wasn't clicking with me. Idk why. But he's grown on me. And I'm OBSESSED.

I want to see him go absolutely feral

[corneliathegreat]

Welcome, brave travelers!

This is the blog where I pour out my heart and soul! Let's get into it. (Pay attention to the purple words)

Characters:

Hayden! A flirty dork who likes to eat. He has shoulder length blonde hair and is a part time barista. He is dating...

Marie! A feisty detective, who tends to forget lunch. Her hair is short and black, making her a brunette.

Johnny! Is a pleasant teacher who sometimes overdoes it with his favorite food. But he's married and head over hills for...

Melanie! A total sweetie pie, who loves sweets. But she avoids Icecream due to her lactose intolerance. She also loves Johnny just as much.

Zee! He's a badass under cover scientist who likes any type of noodle. He has orange hair and a sister who tends to use him as a guinea pig. He's engaged to...

Faith! A stoic and sleepy woman who works in a big company. Her hair is a dark purple and she tends to eat out alot.

Jen! She's a socially awkward CEO who pretty much hates all humans. Needless to say, she uses door dash at ton.

Seal! A tall chill guy who works right under Jen. He's handsome and has light brown hair. Everything is perfect except his stomach.

(More coming soon...:-)

What's to come🌬:

Hunger

Stomach aches

Super natural stomach aches

Indigestion

Lactose intolerance

On the maybe list☁️:

Barfing

Scat

Gas

Stuffing

NSFW

What won't come🌩:

Vore

Weight gain

Rumbly pregnancy

Messing

Appendicitis

Please note that these rules may change anytime

Welp, that's all from moi.

♦️Happy reading!♥️

[aching-tummies]

True Ache: Time Delay

Experienced another 'true stomach ache' last night. The kind where my stomach aches seemingly for no reason. Like…it wasn't over-full or urging me to use the washroom or entirely hungry--it started to ache without a known direct cause.

So…last night was the end of three back-to-back-to-back full-day shifts for me at work--we're talking 8-9 hours of paid labour + 3 hours (total) of transit-stuff per day. Normally, it's hit-or-miss whether or not I'm hungry at the end of such shifts. Lunch breaks are usually scheduled for 2PM or so and I don't get home until 9PM if I am lucky (closer to 10PM if the bus fails to cooperate). I know, 7-8ish hours without a proper meal seems like I'd be starving when I get home…but after 12 hours of being on my feet all I really want to do is shower and sleep until the next one. Coming off of 3 consecutive days of this nonsense means I'm wiped and on the brink of just keeling over and sleeping on the long walk home from the bus stop (20-40 minute walk depending on direction and whether or not detours are necessary 'cuz some shady character is following me or someone decides it's the right time for a massive construction project tearing up sidewalks).

I was wiped last night. I'd thought ahead and had grabbed coffee from work for the road--knowing that without it I'd be dead on my feet for the way home. I was wary of having coffee so late at night, but more worried about falling asleep on the bus or halfway home vs. worried about being too wired for bed.

When I got home, it was to find my housemates/family cooking a huge dinner. That's what it looked like on the surface, but once things got to the table the truth came out. The three couldn't decide on what to put together for dinner and we needed to make room in the fridge 'cuz there's too many forgotten leftovers in there. One person made a gigantic wok full of re-fried fried noodles (combining the 'leftovers' fried noodles from 3 different tupperwares in the fridge), another insisted that fried noodles in Chinese restaurants are often paired with congee and they decided that they'd clear the pesky frozen chicken carcasses from the freezer via tossing them all into a pot of congee (3 carcasses into the pot -_- normally, we only use the one). The last guy decided that he wasn't a fan of noodles and congee so he decided to bake a frozen pizza + the entire contents of a bag of frozen takoyaki I had been saving as a treat (I usually only make myself 3-5 at a time so a single bag of the stuff last me a month or three).

All three of them were beyond pissed off at the massive amount of food they'd generated and the fact that everyone had cooked 'meal-sized' portions for everybody rather than side-dish portions for everybody. There was no way any of it was going to fit in the fridge because they'd all cooked too damned much. So what I walked home to was 3 people livid about the food situation and shoving 3 entire portions of what they'd put together at me and snapping at me to eat it all 'cuz there was no room for leftovers. They all got mad at me when I suggested that we'd have to throw a lot out if we couldn't store it 'cuz I wasn't up for eating a full plate, much less three with my body as exhausted as it was.

Leftovers always do a number on my stomach--particularly the miscellaneous, 2-4 day old mix of noodles one person threw together hit-or-miss whether or not it beats a hasty exit or if it decides to linger and cause problems in my tummy for however long. Congee has always upset my stomach. It's mostly liquid so I guess my tummy doesn't know what to do with it and it always goes through me like it's in a NASCAR race or something. Frozen pizza is pretty filling and the kind we have often upsets my stomach (frozen and then baked peppers on pizza tend to do that). Takoyaki is great…but there's a reason I keep portions under 5 pieces--because it's pretty filling. Most of what I was given ended up making its way into my tummy over the course of two hours. My stomach was already feeling a bit off from the dairy from the coffee I'd drank on the way home.

I ate what I could last night before retreating to my room. I guess my guts were just as exhausted as the rest of me because it chose not to hang on to dinner and let most of it go. By around 1AM, I was alone and trying to sleep. My stomach was starting to twinge with hunger--but it was all being drowned out by an ache coursing through my intestines. There wasn't enough from dinner left inside of me to send me to the washroom but it was like the usual upset-ache that would have accompanied backed-up guts had lingered with a time-delay to keep me up all night.

I laid in bed for a couple of hours, rubbing and prodding at my stomach in hopes of quelling the aches. Stethoscope didn't catch many gurgles, but what I heard told me that my guts were pretty upset despite not having enough physically present to upset them. It was like the aches and upset were a delayed reaction--stuff already left my system, but it left before my guts could generate the accompanying indigestion. My upper stomach--around my ribs--was twinging with hunger pangs, but my intestines were cramping up with indigestion. I guess it was mostly gas in there because it didn't feel like there were solids or liquids enough being pushed along anywhere. Honestly, I felt like a game of "Labyrinth"--that old game where there's a maze and a (usually)steel ball and one has to tilt the entire thing to guide the ball through the maze? I was tossing and turning quite a bit and the air in my intestines was moving about in every direction in my intestines.

I ended up dozing off some time around 5PM. Had about 4 hours of sleep. Woke up to a sharp ache in my guts and lots of sickly gurgles. I've burped exactly once in the 2-3 hours I've been awake. I never burp, at least, not audibly. This one was audible--sharp-sounding…and actually sounded like a belch. It was small, as far as belches go though. Like 1/4th of a handful of air decided to escape violently. My tummy is gurgling--it's still upset. There's lots of gas bubbles squirming around in my guts--trying to find the exit to the maze. My tummy is hurting but not in a way that urges me to the washroom. Hunger pangs are a little stronger than they were last night, but the upset is still winning.

Honestly, last night I was craving some more caring, gentle touches to my tum. My imagined lover was the caring sort trying to soothe my upset tummy enough for sleep. The idea of a sadistic lover intent on prodding my guts to a bigger ache is tempting though. I may post an RP-Starter inspired by this. See what bites.

[foxgirl-brainrot]

Okay - holy fuck - that did not have to be as hot as that was 🥵

Girl, my stomach has processed pizzas bigger than you. As soon as I'd roll onto my left side it'd be over for you 😘

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… 🫧

[its-crowning]

Too Late Roommate, pt. 1

having a roommate that—at first—you think is just gaining weight. watching their belly press up against their shirt, their appetite getting almost aggressive. watching them try and fail to fit into their clothes, watching them get more and more out of breath from doing things they used to do with ease. you think they’re just gaining weight…until you catch them standing with the bathroom door open, shirt lifted up, inspecting a very round swell in the mirror. you stop in your tracks. it’s an unmistakable bulge. there’s even the beginnings of a vertical line, running right down the middle. that’s…

you can’t help it. you speak before you think it through. “are you…pregnant?”

they don’t look at you. they poke their belly, and then cup it. there’s a bit of fear in their expression. “i’m too busy right now, but i’ll terminate soon. i can’t have a baby.”

one look at their ripe belly tells you they’re far beyond the time for that.

it’s two entire months later that they waddle out of their room and ask you, wide-eyed, if you can take them to the clinic. one hand is on their back, and the other cups their protruding belly. something tells you they just felt it kick—like a good, serious kick, not flutters they can call indigestion—for the first time, just had the reality hit them.

unfortunately for them, it’s long been too late.

you take them to the clinic anyway. you don’t know why you do any of the things you do—you act stupid around them, now. it’s like you’re sharing their denial, but all because you’re intrigued. how long can they drag this out? how long before they pop?

you darkly hope it happens in your apartment.

you touch yourself, in secret, to the idea. you touch yourself to the glimpses you steal of them struggling to bend over and pick something up. of how they jump whenever the thing moves a little inside them when you’re both watching TV, and then try to play it off. of the soft crying at night you can hear through the wall.

they shock you by coming right back out of the abortion clinic and getting back in the passenger seat, head hung low.

their belly is still very pregnant, poorly hidden by their parka. their face is streaked with tears.

“so…”

“they wouldn’t let me.”

“okay.”

the rest of the drive home is in silence. the weight in the air—the shared knowledge you both have that this baby is real, and going to be born soon—hangs heavily, just like their belly lately.

you go back into the apartment, and your roommate is already out of breath. they huff and puff and sit down on the couch with a big “hooo…” kind of noise, groaning at their pregnancy. you just start making the two—or three of you, rather—some sandwiches in silence.

“i’m sorry,” their quavering voice breaks the tension at last. you eye them, but don’t speak. they can’t meet your eyes. “i know…i know this…it’s gotten out of control. but i didn’t think it was…”

“how far along did you think you were?” you ask, with a patronizing bite that slips out of your mouth before you can stop it. they wince a little, and look warily at their prominent bump. it gets really big when they sit like this, sitting high and jutting out. imposing. impending.

they’re terrified. “i don’t…l…”

“how far along are you?”

“I didn’t find out. they wanted to…give it…an ultrasound, but…i can’t…”

“do you have a plan? who’s the father?”

they don’t answer. you can tell they’re about to cry.

you should leave them alone. you hand them their sandwich, taking a bite out of your own. they take it tentatively, but then lurch a little bit. another big kick, surely. they seem to have lost their appetite, and try setting it down on the coffee table.

they struggle to reach. to sit upright at all. you have to help them.

this action seems to finally break them. they start softly weeping.

you sit down beside them on the couch, abandoning your sandwich as well.

“once it comes, you can give it up for adoption—“ you start to say.

“I didn’t know you could get pregnant on the first time,” they sob, holding their belly. “I don’t know anything. My parents…they’re going to…”

they haven’t shared much with you about their home life, but you know it was incredibly strict. perhaps religious, but they haven’t clarified. they just cry, and look down at their swollen womb. for the first time, you notice that they’re wearing their jeans completely unbuttoned and unzipped. they haven’t bought maternity jeans.

“I can’t have a baby.”

something in you snaps.

“But you will,” you say, standing up. they look up at you, teary-eyed, but don’t say anything. “You’re going to get even bigger, and you’re going to push that thing out—probably here, in our bath tub. You fucked, and now you’re going to have a baby. Soon. Stop denying it.”

There’s a heavy silence between you, until your roommate heavily picks themself up. you try to help, but they push your hand away.

“Listen, I’m sorry, but you need to make a plan—“

They waddle away, unable to control their sniffling as they begin to cry again. they carry the heft of their belly with both hands as if the baby will fall out of them otherwise. And they disappear into their room.

—

You don’t see them much after that. It’s clear they’re avoiding you. You can’t say you don’t understand. You try to put your nerves aside—this is their problem. Their burden in their belly. You’re not the one who’s pregnant, you shouldn’t worry about it.

The crying at night continues.

But in the middle of the night, maybe two or three weeks after the clinic visit, you wake up with a start. you don’t think anything of it at first, until you hear it again. the sound that woke you up. it’s a bit muffled, but it’s a low moan. Like a cow.

Dread spears through you. It’s time.

[tercosh]

Hi there! This is my kink blog, you can call me whatever you like! (age limit 16+)

What kink you will see here: vore, tummy ache, burps, indigestion, bloated stomach

What kink you will not see here: fatness, pregnancy (male or not)

I’ll get down to business, I will write mainly about the Genshin fandom, mainly about male characters, but upon request I can write about any Genshin woman.

I can NOT draw, on this account you can find headcanons, mini-fics, and much more.

Applications are VERY–VERY welcome, I will be happy to discuss headcanons for anyone with you, I am glad to receive any response.

WARNING! In fact, I don't speak English that well, and I don't really understand how this site works, so feel free to correct me and point out errors. This will help me a lot in mastering English and slang.

[x-tracuddlycactus]

(TW: Weed intox)

Having vivid thoughts of B.lack L.emonade C.ookie trying to wind down after performing at a concert. I can see her kicking back on her bed and taking a long drag from a joint, letting her mind wander to a state of bliss.

It's during moments like these that she develops a spark of creativity, which can go one of two ways. Either she gets the inspiration for a new song, or she thinks of the most diabolical food combinations and ends up eating it.

Of course, after spending all night singing on stage, her stomach is practically roaring at her to do the latter. Not to mention the fact that she can feel the munchies creeping up on her, which only amplified the squeezing emptiness inside...

Have y'all ever heard of battery acid? Yeah. That's what she decided to make. Gathering her favorite energy drinks, sodas, and sour gummy candy, she combined it all to make the ultimate snack. ... you can kind of guess how well that would sit in her stomach.

If it wasn't for the grass she smoked, she would feel the horrendous storm brewing in her belly. Each sharp gurgle and nauseating slosh would have been met with a moan of regret, yet she's too toasted to even care about what's going on.

Instead, she casually lifts up her black shirt and rubs her distended abdomen, occasionally ripping out sickly, wet belches that pierce the silence. Her stomach acid is boiling underneath her sticky palms, the slightest movement causing another wave of rumbles to be heard...~