#sick belly

[sickeytummy]

such a bad stomach ache i feel so queasy

[yunmeto]

my boyfriend's upset stomach

sooo i'll start off my first post with a story about my boyfriend

He's usually pretty vocal about when he's not feeling well, and he has quite a sensitive stomach, but sometimes he can be kind of shy about it,..

A few weeks ago, I picked him up from the gym and I could tell something's a little wrong, he was quiet and blowing out long breaths. His stomach was making some soft burbling noises too, sounded really sickly.

He got on the phone with his football coach about something (in english, but clearly struggling to speak as he was so tired and it's not our native language), and when he hung up he just sighed, so I asked him what's the matter in our language (korean).

He said nothing, but I asked again and he just said "i don't know.,... my stomach is just kind of upset.."

I asked him what he ate and he said he thought he ate too much right before working out and as he worked out he kept filling his belly with water and just felt really full. So when we got home, just brought him to my bed and told him to lay down. He was exhausted, so he just did that and I laid next to him.

He fell asleep pretty quickly despite his stomach but it started to get really noisy. Not just his stomach and intestines, but his throat too...I could tell he was starting to get nauseous. His belly was pretty bloated too.

Sometimes he didn't complain, but he makes moans and sighs in his sleep if his stomach is bothering him a lot. That's what he did, and I could tell it was really bothering him. He doesn't like his stomach to be touched if he's feeling sick most of the time (and he can be a bit insecure about his little bit of stomach fat as well), so I just rubbed his chest gently to try and calm him down.

I guess he woke up a little because he took my hand and moved it down to his belly -- we've been together 5 years and he doesn't do that, so I was really surprised but also relief... I rubbed his stomach a bit gently and he woke up fully and told me he really felt like throwing up. his belly was still making so much noise.

I told him he won't be sick. I think he just said something like "ah..my belly really feels like exploding.." and i felt sooo awful for him

I put my hand on his forehead, he was cold and sweating a lot. I just kept rubbing his belly and turned the fan up a bit..

After some time, he seemed to feel less nauseous, his belly was still upset and sloshy.

I rubbed it some more for him, he fell back asleep and so did i

I woke him up for dinner a bit later and he had some soup and seemed to be ok

I was glad he didn't vomit.... he has a really hard time with that and it tends to be really violent and painful.

I can share more stories if people are interested...

Dms/asks/everything is open!! I'll love to rp emeto...

[blnova180]

He doesn't feel good 😔

[tummyach-ing]

came home nauseous w a migraine, smoked weed, ate a huge dinner. now I’m nauseous again and super bloated, desperate for someone to rub my sick aching tummy

[sickeytummy]

bloated tboy belly... it hurts and feels sick but it's turning me on so much. i feel like i might not be able to keep it down much longer.

[blnova180]

The Bad Sandwiches 2

This story contains: multiple sick characters, male and female, with descriptive belly rumbles, vomit, scat and diarrhea!!!

Sci-fi setting: In a world where humans and robots are at war with each other, during a rare moment of armistice, the base comes under attack by a bad case of food poisoning.

(Different characters from last time, and yet, my naming skills still suck -- read part 1 for more context.)

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Private Vez left the canteen in a hurry, throwing her empty tray to the ground. She couldn't stand Gren and her stupid group of friends, especially Nares. He was always tripping over himself trying to impress her.

Vez wiped her eyes, heading for the bathroom. Back at the academy, she wanted nothing more than to be Gren's friend, to just breath the same air as her; now she hated being stuck in the same unit. If it wasn't for Commander Spree, she would've sent in a request to be transfer a long time ago.

Sniffing, she pulled a couple paper towels out of the dispenser, getting them damp before running them through her hair. It was twenty minutes before she got the worst of the tuna chunks out. Her eyes burned with shame. Vez didn't know why she let them walk all over her, why everyone always seemed to be on Gren's side.

Prefect, stupid, beautiful Gren. Vez sighed, knowing all too well, no matter how hard she wished, Gren would never see her as more than a stepping stood, a target. A stray tear dripped down her cheek, the sound of hushed laughs echoing in her ears. Vex wiped it away, a long with the memory of Nares tripping her, making her fall into her stupid tuna sandwich.

Taking a few breaths, Vez left the bathroom in a rush, surprised when she realized she'd bumped into Spree.

"Commander! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you."

Spree looked down at her, eyes narrowed.

"Private. You smell like tuna," she commented.

Vez bit her lip. "Yes. Sorry, I- There was an accident in the canteen."

Spree raised her eyebrows. "The canteen... You just came out of the bathroom, are you sick?"

"No? I don't think so..." Vez looked at her curiously. "Why, is something going on?"

"We've got a bit of a situation," Spree sighed. "The tuna sandwiches they served today were expired. I'm checking on our unit, a few people have already turned up sick at the med-bay. Did you..?"

"I didn't eat it," Vez said quickly, suddenly very glad she dodged that bullet.

"Good," Spree said. "I need you help me check up on the others. I already took Warin, Standin and Jet, down. Have you seen lieutenants Fleck and Hade?"

"Um... They might've gone to the training room," Vez said. "Who should I look for?"

"Find Gren and Nares," Spree called out over her shoulder, already walking down the hall. "If you find anyone else who's sick, make sure they get to the med-bay!"

Vez gave a salute and turned on her heels.

She really didn't want to look for Gren and Nares, but her commander had given her an order. She could only hope they hadn't eaten any tuna sandwiches.

An hour later, after directing a couple people she found throwing up in the hall to the med-bay, assuring them as best she could that it happening to others; Vez finally located Gren and Nares in one of the private study halls. They were watching an old tape from one of the early Robot Wars, sitting on bean-bag.

The foul smell that hit her when she opened the door, alerted Vez what she worried about was true. It didn't seem the other two had noticed their own gas, though Gren was subtlety rubbing her stomach.

"Oh great, just what I needed," Gren said when she noticed Vez. "What do you want?"

"Commander Spree, uh, um, well, she said..." Vez shuffled her feet.

Nares roles his eyes. "What? Spree said what? Get on with it already, can't you see we're busy?"

Vez took a deep breath. "The tuna sandwiches were expired, if you ate it, you have to report to the med-bay."

Gren and Nares stared at her incredulously.

"You're kidding," Gren said, her hand freezing on her belly.

"No, I ran into some sick people on my way here," Vez said. "Spree told me to look for you guys."

Nares placed his hand on his own stomach, giving Gren a worried look.

Gren groaned. "Oh, fine, let's go. It's probably nothing anyway. Come on."

Vez trailed awkwardly behind them has they made their way down to the med-bay. She knew they probably didn't want her there, but Spree told her to escort them, so she had to.

Gren and Nares' stomachs were starting to make more audible noises the further they went, gurgling and burbling unpleasantly. Vez tried to ignore it, because they were acting like nothing was happing anyway. That was, until Gren suddenly stopped, putting a covering her mouth as she burped wetly.

"Uuuurrrrppp~ Bathroom," was all she said, making a b-line for the nearest one.

Vez, followed her in, Nares just behind her, clutching his own gut.

"Gren... can't you hold it in?" he begged, "If you puke, I think I'm gonna-"

It was too late, Gren slumped over the nearest sink and heaved.

"Bleeaaargh! cough- cough Bleargghhh~"

As soon as she started to vomit, Nares shot into a stall, and Vez saw him shiver, before projectile vomiting onto the toilet.

"Urp-hic- bleaaaarrrhghhhhh!"

Ignoring his predicament, Vez got a scrunchy out her pocket and tied Gren's hair back.

"Bleeagghhh~"

Gren groaned, running her hands up and down her tummy.

"Hic- oh, God, that hurts," she complained. She pulled up her shirt. "Ugh, my stomach is killing me... do I look bloated to you?"

Vez looked down, noticing her stomach did look rather distended.

"Yeah, kind of. Uh, do you want to rest for a bit before we keep going?"

Gren wiped some sweat from her face. "Yes. Just give me a second to catch my breath..."

She went to the stall next to Nares', sitting down on the toilet.

"Bleegh- ugh-uuurrrp-blaaarrrrrrrrrhhhgh!"

From the other stall, Vex could hear Nares still throwing up, and she could see he was kneeling on the floor now.

Grrrrll. Gwwwwup.

Gren moaned as her stomach gurgled boisterously. She rubbed her belly harder with big circles.

Braaappp. Brrrt. Pfff~

"No- no, I can't- I can't hold it!"

Vez and Gren shared a look as Nares farted wetly. He hadn't moved from his spot on the floor, and Vez could hear it when his farts started pushing out something more than just gas.

Ksshhhh. Prrrrtttt. Brap. BRAAAAPPPP. BlllRRRRppp!

Based on his grunts and sobs, not to mention the smell, it became obvious his poor belly hadn't been able to hold back any more, and Nares was sick from his other end too. Which, unfortunately, was ending up in his pants.

Clearly not wanting something similar to happen to her, Gren rushed to loosen her belt and drop her pants. Her tummy growled warningly.

And Vez was left to stare in shock, as perfect Gren's bloated stomach shuddered, before a monster fart escaped her.

BRAAAAPPPPPPP!

It barely had time to echo in the toilet, before chunks of soft and watery poop were forcing their way out of her too.

"Uuugghh..." She skewered her eyes shut, farting again.

Pooot~

"Go, check on Nares," Gren panted.

Feeling like she'd probably already witnessed the worst of it, Vez walked into the next stall. Nares had managed to get his pants down to his knees, but it wasn't any help, because there was still a trickle of brown liquid dripping from the back of his stained underwear.

"I don't feel so good," he whispered weakly.

Phhwwrrraaghh~

His tummy roared and he shot up to puke again.

"Bleeaagh- uuurp- BLEAARRRGHHHH~"

Gingerly, Vez made her way over to him, patting his back.

"It's alright, just get it out. You're fine, it'll be okay," Vez said sympathetically, noticing he was crying.

She handed him some toilet pater to wipe his face.

"I really don't feel good," he panted when it was over.

"I know," Vez said. "We're going to the med-bay, come on."

Swallowing, Nares pulled up his pants, trying not to look down.

"I need another minute," Gren grunted from her stall. "I've got the runs."

Sprrtttt, brrrrllt, BRAPP.

After another minute, she emerged and they started making their way to the med-bay again. They walked in relative silence until they reached the med-bay doors.

"Hey, uh," Gren glanced at Nares, then Vez. "We're, well, sorry about earlier. Thanks, for helping us."

"Sorry," Nares echoed, holding his aching belly.

"Yeah, well I'm pretty glad I didn't each lunch now," Vez said.

The doors opened and Spree came out, glancing over at them.

"Oh, Private Vez, I see you brought them here. Well done." Spree patted Gren and Nares' shoulders as she passed. "You two head on in, Fleck and Hade got sick too. Take care. I expect to see you all Friday morning."

"Aye..."

"Thanks, Commander..."

Gren and Nares both saluted her weakly before heading inside.

Spree waited for the doors to close before laying an arm around Vez's shoulders and leading her away.

"I swear, if something like this ever happens again, I'll be quitting so fast, Command will have to triple my pay before I ever agree to come back. Robots could blow up half the base, and I'd still say no until they agree to pay me more." She winked at Vez. "Don't tell anyone I said that."

"I won't," Vez assured her. "If I could, I would too."

"Don't be too hard on yourself," Spree said. "You're tough. You'll make it soon enough. Keep up the good work."

"Aye!"

Vez saluted her. With one last glance over her shoulder, she followed her commander.

[lucythesoftdemon]

My tummy's brew a stuffed storm. Last night I got carried away with some milkshakes I made. (I am lactose intolerant. I can drink 2% not whole. The milk I was using was whole... Now add sugar and other stuff that doesn't belong in a milkshake. And multiply that with the fact o have 4 of these.... Oh. My. God. I was stuffed beyond belief I couldn't even roll over so my spouse had to rub my tummy all night... It felt like so much pressure around my belly button and I couldn't belch or hiccup to relieve any pressure. My spouse saw me trying to belch he started rubbing directly on and below my belly button. I am a person too shy to burp in front of other even if it would help me feel better. I just can't do it willingly due to past trauma. When I tell y'all I tried so badly to hide these burps. I began just swallowing them back down. And it all came up in one loud eruption. (I wish I could've been recording.) I was so embarrassed I went beet red and hid in my spouses chest. He was quietly and calmingly trying to get me relax and to not cry. I relaxed enough to not accidentally stir my tummy but sat there sulking. He pats and rubs my back as I whimper and groan. From this point on my tummy kept rumbling and making audible noise. My spouse was so sweet guys... Everytime it rumbled he stopped rubbing to ask if he has hurt me or caused something to rumble around. He rubbed below my belly button again which again causes me to belch this time not as loud as the last (Thank god) this again also causing my tummy rumble like crazy. He spend all night rubbing deep circles into my belly button.

(just wanted to share)

[ohnomytummy]

fuckk the thought of you getting off to the disgusting and embarrassing sounds of me being a dirty sloppy little piggy on the toilet is even better 😵‍💫 sure i’d complain about how i let you stuff me so much but at the end of the day i was the one cramming food into my greedy stomach to please you, not so secretly enjoying the way my queasy belly would groan and slosh from side to side with every uneasy step i took~

sure i’d be done on the toilet for now, but we both knew it’d only be so long before my tummy was yelling at me to run right back, so we’d best be efficient with the time we had left til then ;)

and you’re absolutely right, my belly would belong to you, as you’d so often prove by slapping it and jiggling it around to admire the results of your work after i’d managed to waddle myself to bed of course and embarrassingly erupting loudly with gas and moaning softly as my belly settles the second i lie down

i’m sure you’d have even more fun flipping me around into different positions, my poor gluttonous belly pressed up against the mattress or in whichever way you’d like~ :)

I’d have the best time flipping you around to keep your tummy bubbling and upset for as long as possible, never letting you rest for too long before tossing and pushing on your belly. I’d be fixated on the twisting discomfort in your face, totally able to read how severe your belly aches by the furrow in your brow and the air rushing under the fingers I have pushed into your belly. And to see your bloated gut hang for me from every angle, obviously.

Each time I it my mouth on you, I make you recite everything you remember eating for me, filling in the gaps you miss and watching your lips curl with nausea as you remember just how much of a piggy you were all day long. I watch your belly expand and listen for the deep gurgles that always line up with you listing your heaviest, greasiest eats. Your eyes are watering, and your hands are pushing deep into your belly, your burps getting more and more nauseous. I want to get you so worked up, gas spilling from both ends, that you have to bolt to the bathroom while you’re dripping down your thigh….I want to make you so needy and desperate that you make yourself cum from getting sick. That would definitely prove your tummy is mine to have fun with, I think.

[lucythesoftdemon]

Last night I had probably the worst belly pain of my life. Okay so I guess in this post your get to know more about me and ask questions😄

But basically I have a very sensitive stomach caused by gastroparesis. (You can look or read what that is.) Which is just a fancy way of saying I can't digest what I eat sometimes. In saying that, I don't eat very much and yesterday I was feeling confident. I ate macaroni and cheese mix with ranch dressing, ground beef, and extra cheese. Before I continue I'd like to note I'm lactose intolerant a bit. (usually I can't handle things like ice cream or whole milk.) I also had a mini microwave pizza, with a few snack and soda in between bites. I was with my sister catching her up on Owl House, (Good show btw) but about 20 minutes in, my belly starts bloating, sloshing, and rumbling beyond belief. I was trying to give signs I didn't feel well, but thought I could wait a little longer if it got worse. And at some point it does. So now I'm having to cover my mouth and make hand gestures at my sister for her to see I'm not doing well. She gets me a bucket, meanwhile I'm rubbing around on my belly to try to settle it. This did not help. Instead I was just feeling nauseous off and on, rather than it just going away. Now at this point I realized what was specifically wrong with me, but couldn't do anything to help it. My body kept trying to belch and relieve itself of some pressure, due to my sister being around I was too embarrassed to burp. So I kept holding it in, which made the bloat worse. After about 30 minutes of that my belly was in immense pain, and I couldn't move. I thought eventually my sister would just leave me behind to be alone, but instead she laid me back and started rubbing my belly for me. Now usually bellyrubs always help my stomach, but this time it was like pulling teeth, any slight press sent pain all around my belly. She started massaging around my belly button and putting alot of pressure on it. Usually my voice is low and plain, with her doing this made me whimper. I've never been more embarrassed in my life. I didn't mean to, it just slipped. After about 5 minutes more of that, my belly finally couldn't take it anymore and forced me to release every bit of pressure I had trapped inside. Belch after belch I was probably redder than a tomato, trying to also apologize to my sis for the gross behavior. She said that she rather me get it all up, than me be in pain. After that I was able to relax a bit more, with my sister rubbing my belly until I fell asleep.

[aching-tummies]

Sounds like you had a rough time would be a shame if someone made it worse. Coming up behind you and placing their hands of your tummy. You thinking their gonna help with how bloated you feel but they only plan on making it worse. Your tummy is tight and hard from how bloated it is but they don't care they squeeze it anyway. Jiggling your tummy just to everything angrily slosh together as you moan in discomfort. Seeing how tight they can squeeze you before you lose everything. They would definitely tease you about how bloated you are by poking your bloated belly hard

Honestly, everything about this one (except for the partner and what they did to me) is basically a real experience. I made that discount chicken-noodle soup for myself when I was sick maybe five days in a week and it honestly felt like none of it digested by the third day. I think I skipped meals completely and fasted on the fourth day because my belly felt too damned bloated to have any appetite at all. Doing dishes was honestly terrifying and I was legitimately fighting back wet belches out of fear of suffocation all day between the third and fourth days.

As I write this, I realize I need more inspiration for dialogue in situations like this. Words definitely failed me.

I choke back another wet hiccup as I try to focus on rinsing the dishes without leaning on or bending around the counter as much as I normally do. If this kitchen counter were an inch higher, all of these plates and utensils would be getting re-filled very quickly rather than getting clean.

Apparently, sickness has decided that my stomach is going to refuse to digest for a while. I feel like a detergent pod--my belly bloated and swollen with a viscous liquid that'll burn my esophagus when exposed to the soft tissue.

My stomach rolls, rumbling without sound as the liquid contents churn inside my torso. My normally-trim stomach is visibly bloated out just a tad--plainly visible due to the form-fitting camisole I'm wearing. Thanks to fever and other symptoms not giving me a break, wearing the camisole is more efficient than anything else at the moment. I have plenty of spares, they're easy to wash and dry in a hurry, and when I feel overheated I can stand around in just the camisole, or rush to toss some layers on when I get too chilled. Unfortunately, the versatile clothing does very little for my ill-feeling stomach other than make it blatantly obvious that something's going on in the area. I've seen you leering at me in this get-up--eyes glued like a magnet to this liquid-y bloat that's refused to go down for the last three days.

I've been dodging you all week due to the sickness. Thankfully, you've been at work, but while you're home I usually have retired to the guest bedroom and thrown the lock for good measure. As much as we both love stomach-stuff, I honestly spent all those hours too sick to indulge in anything--including sleep. The last few nights have not been kind with the fever keeping me up by alternating between chills and sweats every ten or twenty minutes. The headache has been intense, and my stomach has refused to settle for the better part of a week.

I haven't eaten much of anything this week. I've made myself discount chicken noodle soup with chicken-flavoured boullion powder, onions, garlic, and macaroni and survived off of maybe a litre or a litre and a half of that stuff each day for the last three days. So...water and about three litres of soup is all that's entered my gut in the last three days. Honestly, it feels like it's all still in there, sloshing away as I carefully rinse off another plate. My stomach has been feeling increasingly more and more bloated with each day. It definitely doesn't feel like gas, especially not when I wake up to sour liquid lapping at the back of my throat. It seems my poor, little tummy has taken sick and refused to work over the last three days. Honestly, I have half a mind to just throw up and hope it makes me feel better, but the stuffy nose and congestion throughout my throat and chest threatens to asphyxiate me every time I try, so I end up swallowing back the hot and sour liquid that keeps coming up like some incessant groundhog.

I lean forward slightly with a groan as my stomach does another liquid-y flip.

"Unnngh...urk!" I yelp as I feel a new sensation--dry hands have slid over my camisole, coming to rest just over the crest of my bloated belly, right along my ribs. "Nnngh...ugh...d-darling...no." I bat at your hands, wincing as the force ripples through my bloated tummy. Your hands are in dangerous territory and it honestly scares me.

"Awww...poor tummy. So, so bloated." You tease, rubbing a languid, light circle over the tightest part of my stomach. Your rubbing causes another soundless rumble to tumble through my turbulent tummy, bringing up a wet belch.

"Nnngh...urrrrp--hic--b-babe...n-no. Please...n-not here...ulp...n-not on the plates."

My belly is surprisingly firm beneath your palms—bloated up with pretty much everything that has passed my lips in the last three days. You give it a light squeeze with your palm—testing the tension. Your hands pat roughly, dislodging a few more pitifully small wet belches that burn my throat and threaten to baptize the sudsy dishes in the sink with something nasty.

“Unnngh...nnnngh...” I mewl and moan, leaning back against you in a futile attempt to get away from the pressure of your hands.

You chuckle, jiggling my bloated belly and delighting in the wet 'glk' noise as well as my sudden reaction to bend over the sink with my eyes wide. I swallow desperately, trying to clear my throat enough to suck in a greedy breath of air. Damned congestion. I know I'd feel much, much better if I just threw up and purged the sick from my tummy—but there's a very real risk of suffocation due to congestion making it so that not only can I not breathe through my nose, but I also can't suck in enough air to even try to hold my breath for any length of time. I always thought 'shortness of breath' was just put there for people with pre-existing breathing conditions, or that it was legalese. Nope—it's real—and it is terrifying.

You continue to pat at my tummy with your left hand, jostling it uncomfortably and causing me to be reduced to moans and swallows as I fight to keep the waves of sick down. Your right hand rubs circles all over my bloated belly, varying the pressure based on what you think will cause me to moan. Eventually, you take to poking—jabbing your finger repeatedly into the tightest parts of my belly and delighting in the sharp cries and harsh belches that it causes. You nail my navel with one particularly forceful jab and I feel my mouth flood with something thick and sour.

[lurkinginthesh4dows]

looking for someone to talk to about THEIR tummy issues. I don’t really enjoy talking about my own, sorry to those who have messaged me asking.