#stuffed belly vomit

[uremetomommy]

After stuffing myself with a little too much heavy, greasy foods, my belly felt like I could explode. But, I remembered you guys in that moment and decided I should chug some soda along with my already gurgly tummy. My tummy has been recovering from a 24 hour bug, so messing with it probably wasn’t a smart choice but I digress.

I barely got any soda in me before a burp brought a big torrent of almost projectile vomit all over my hand that was rubbing my sick tummy. I didn’t record this unfortunately. I ran to the sink, burping along the way, and washed my hand thinking it might be over. I was wrong. I should’ve known I was wrong because I could feel the remaining food sloshing about in my tummy. I burped a couple times over the sink (its a steel sink and sounds weird when liquid hits it, so it echoed back at me). My tummy pressed against the edge of the sink and I gagged, burped, and coughed up the remainders of my mistakes.

Afterward I was left with a rumbly, queasy belly that didn’t stop causing burps even hours after I had puked. :)

[danafeelingsick]

k.aeya puking his pretty guts up. that's it, that's the post.

SKETCH so this one is a little more experimental, but i'm happy with how it turned out. might do more of these belly-centric pieces, they are fun

psst, my comms are open~

[tummieaching]

This audio was from a few weeks ago ... I was really gassy after some fast food I had ... I never eat fast food because it's so tough on my belly, but I was hungry and had to stop somewhere for a quick bite ... I ate so much, too, fries, nuggets, a burger, a soda I was burping so much, the whole way home after eating ... they weren't even fun sods burps, just nauseous fast food sick burps ... I think the burping made me feel worse and more nauseous ♡ I was in the bathroom burping for almost an hour and I finally burped something up after I started squeezing my stuffed up belly, and it felt so good, but I was still nauseous and burpy afterwards all night ... I had to rub my belly for a while, it felt so sick ♡

[fullburpingandrooling]

There’s something about feeling stuffed so much you can’t stand up, your belly rock solid from how packed all that food is in there. Moaning as you keep being fed against your will, knowing the nausea you’re feeling is gonna be worse soon. Not to mention you haven’t gone to the bathroom in days, your intestines are messed up, full, and gurgling; only contributing to the blissful feeling of every inch in your body that could be filled being stuffed up. As you sit you can’t help but keep burping to try and make room in that fat gut of yours, but they start to get gradually wet. So wet that now every time you burp, a bit of undigested food ends up coming out of your greedy mouth; slowly slipping down your two chins and then onto your hoodie. Useless to say your clothes are distended so much you barely fit in them and they’ve gotten ruined, and now they also have multiple streaks and big stains of thick vomit on them.

First post, i just needed to share this thought

[mybellyaches]

Can we get a tummy update?

Ahhh, omg you're my first ever ask! Thank you anon!

Yes, ofc you can get a tummy update! But TW for vomit. So, rn my tummy is arguably worse than it was before. I ended up getting some audio of me super nauseous burping, which I may share. I ended up napping for about a half hour, becuase I got woken up by my belly being incredibly active.

And I mean active! I think the tea I drank was really disagreeing. I could jusy feel my gut churning. Sadly I wasn't able to get the audio of me puking, but lets just say there was nothing left in my tummy.

As I also mentioned, my constipation was getting unbearable. I've been extremely sick so I've been on a lot of medicine that's left me backed up.

I don't think I've let anything out in about 6 days. So needless to say it is a crampy, gurgling, bloated mess. About an hour ago I took some laxatives, nausea be damned.

I've managed to just barley keep everything down, but I it's hard to breathe and I just feel so nauseous. I'm waiting for the cramps to start up. Needless to say I don't think I'm going to be sleeping anytime soon, and the bathroom might become my second bedroom.

[fulltum]

Catboy. Owner's guests file in and each greets him with a belly rub. Not all belly-rubs are equal. Some too firm, some squeeze or pinch, a few rub the wrong direction and stall digestion. All this attention, and all the secret hand-outs over dinner and the mixed rubs builds into a sick belly. Catboy vomits and this triggers more fawning and 5+ different sets of hands prodding his sick belly, everyone insisting the other is doing it wrong when the problem is all of them working on the poor belly.

>> Ways to give a catboy or tiny a horrible tummyache?

Ooh, I'd never actually seen the idea of tummy rubs causing the upset before but I love the idea of rubbing and maybe even massaging his tummy the wrong way and steadily backing up his system more and more, sending confusing messages to his poor tum. The catboy can't help himself every time one of the guests offers him food under the table, gorging on fatty, sugary desserts and carb-rich pasta his carnivorous catboy tummy isn't ovserly equipped to handle.

Then of course he throws up, burping sickly and woozily after the fact, and they keep rubbing, which only adds to his stomach's sick churning and makes its sickening contents swirl around even more aggressively. The poor catboy is in for a long, achey, nauseous night...

[round-rival]

//vomit

“Oooh…I don’t feel good…”

Nemona had eaten far too much, and now she was fighting to keep her food down.

“Uuuu…HURRLP!…*glp*…”

Nemona let out a cheeks-filling belch. It was clear that this was a losing fight. Each little burp threatened to bring with it a torrent of vomit.

[uremetomommy]

So this is indeed not nearly as detailed or amazing as everyone else’s beautiful art on this app, but I just thought i’d share my first take on a poor, bloated, queasy dude<3 (also I am aware he has no face haha I just.. am not the best at drawing those)

[danafeelingsick]

he's so full of birthday cake and grape juice

i'm feeling generous, so you guys will get this a day early. also not to be a freak but i gave him freckles

so, in continuing on that tummy rub minigame idea: i would love if characters had their favorite food and speciality dishes, and there is something like a count of how many they've eaten. how much is in their tummy now, and then, as they puke you get the countdown of how many dishes worth they are spewing. i don't know why by quantifying their tummy contents like this just gets me going. specially diluc! i feel like this man would have zero self-restraint. twindles his fingers and goes don't mind if I do, then eats and eats and until, oh no.

so, kaeya next? and what should i make him eat? 👀

[yanderenightmare]

Geto Suguru

TW: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, yandere, kidnapping, captive reader, condescension and patronization

fem reader

Thinking about the utter subjugation of being one of the prettier curses Suguru has made into a silly marble and swallowed…

By the time he spits you back out again, you feel his rule on you like a set of chains. It's awfully crippling. You know you'd wanted to fight back only a minute ago, but none of that remains now—swapped with the sole will to obey. It’s as if he’s stuffed everything with cotton—reduced you to a puppet on his strings, tugged this and that way on his command, summoned from within the prison of his stomach whenever he has use of you.

He keeps you by his side when he’s bored of waiting for templegoers. You’re not a very strong curse, not one he can use to attain his goals of world annihilation in any case, but you serve as entertainment, so you’re not entirely useless either...

It’s beyond humiliating for you, though, no doubt. Being kept on his lap like a pet. No clothes with no means to run away or stop him.

“Most every curse has an unpleasant taste,” he states against the shell of your ear, keeping you snug against his chest, naked and only partly draped in his shared monk’s robes. “Some or other secretion of the human body—shit, piss, vomit, blood, sweat, tears, spit…” he lists leisurely, one after the other, while tracing his finger up and down along the cursed markings lining your skin, a pretty little winged heart symbol on your lower belly, right atop your womb. “You know what you tasted like?”

You shake your head pitifully with a bite of your lower lip. You wish he wouldn’t touch you there—it’s so sensitive you can’t keep from quivering.

“Come on, humor me,” he purrs lowly, snuggling his chin into your neck, watching how you shake with amused slim eyes. “I’ll even give you a hint.”

His humming makes your head feel dizzy. You want to swat his hand away, but nothing in your body obeys you anymore. It’s all kept neatly under his thumb.

His breath licks your ear along with a flick of his tongue, then a soft snicker. “It was sweet.”

You feel sticky all over—overheating—breathing in short as sweat pills upon your brow. You whine, twisting some on his lap—shifting for comfort—finding some as the bulge beneath takes place against your naked sex. You immediately roll your hips to chase the friction it provides.

“Oh? Do you need another hint?”

His fingers glide lower, past the pink tattoo, and onto the fluttering mess beneath it. Two of them ride through your puffy and glossy wet folds, making you curl against his chest—head resting back upon his shoulder while spreading your thighs wider—craving it with every simmering nerve of your loins—needing more and never wanting it to end.

“That’s it,” he praises, but the touch disappears, much to your devastation, but quickly reappears within your mouth as he sticks both digits past your lips and presses down upon the soaked bed of your tongue.

He chuckles like he so often does, softly with mockery, only a bit cruel but equally nursing.

“It’s a nice flavor. Not very curse-like.” His lips skim your cheek as he wipes his fingers inside the warmth of your mouth—making you lick them clean for him. Pulling them out, he angles your face toward his, ghosting your wetted lips with his, pulled in a smirk. “It’s almost like you want to be eaten.”

♡ GETO SUGURU masterlist ♡ JUJUTSU KAISEN masterlist

[mybellyaches]

Hey guys!

Before you interact with this blog, I ask that you read this post!

Here, I'll be posting ramblings about my tummy at all it's highs and lows. I would love love love to do the same for you! If you are over the age of 18. Due to the general nature of this community, wether it is sexual or not (and i would prefer to keep the sexual nature of this topic relativley low on this blog) for you doesn't matter. Keep yourself safe by staying away.

Adults, feel free to send in all of your stomach stories! Wether they be yours, someone else's, real or fantasy. Just make sure to let me know what it is!

This blog will be mainly run based on audience engagement. So send in those stories!

General Info About Me

I love most things tummy ache related! I love the look, the gurgles and whatever comes out as a result of the pain.

I am relatively new to the community and would love to start participating in it!

Boundaries and Rules

I am an asexual female who is into kink. I respectfully ask that you refrain from sexualising me (or anyone who doesn't EXPLICITLY CONSENT) or asking me to engage in overtly sexual conversations.

I ask that you do not ask me to do things and that you refrain from telling me things you would want to do to me or my belly.

Do NOT private message me or ask me for requests. You will be blocked. I am not open for RP.

DO NOT ask me for belly pictures or sounds. I likely will not provide them. Feel free to send in your own, as long as no genetials or nipples (men, that goes for you too) are present. 

If someone on this blog, me or otherwise sets a boundary. Respect it. Disrespect and crossing boundaries WILL NOT Be tolerated.

Any content involving minors WILL be reported and result in a block. If you are a minor STAY AWAY! This is NOT a space for you!

I am Into, and Okay With

- Stomach aches

- Self Induced Stomach Aches

- Eating to the point of Sickness

-Bloating

- Stomach Sounds

- Diarrhea when in context of stomach pain

-Vomit

-Female Tummies

-Public upset tummy episodes

-Female Moaning

-Rubbing tight tummies

I am NOT Into

-ANYTHING involving pregnancy (Mpreg or otherwise)

-Diaper Stuff

-Scat photos

-Gaining

-Exessive gas (from either end)

-Getting sick on somebody

-Stomach aches solely in relation to kink

-Eating Disorders of ANY KIND

-Hunger

-Self harm

-Vore

All that being said

I hope that this blog can be a comfortable place for everyone. To ensure this, follow the rules and be respectful. Thanks guys!

[bunnis-monsters]

Dragon hybrid bf really confused as to why he's been more irritated by things and suuuuper protective of his mate (like he's usually at a consistent 10 but it's up to 15 now) only to realize she's suuuper pregnant and they’re both excited about it (in the cute way or nsfw way whatever flows your boat :> hehe)

You huffed in annoyance as your dragon hybrid!bf pulled you closer and away from the shopkeeper you were having a conversation with.

He had been doing this every time a male spoke to you for more than a few seconds, unable to stand you being near someone that may take you away from him.

‘As if anyone would even try…’ you thought to yourself, glancing to your nearly 7 ft boyfriend, with horns, partially scaly skin, and bulging muscles.

He didn’t seem to care though, viewing every male as a threat, rubbing his scent in you constantly and purring softly when you arrived home, ready for some snuggling and cockwarming.

It’s like he couldn’t live without your pussy clenching his cock, and he was being uncharacteristically gentle with you.

He was never too rough or anything, but recently he barely bounced you on his cock without yelping out in fear that he had somehow hurt his precious mate.

Despite being annoyed, you put up with it, figuring he was either going into rut or in some kind of dragon hybrid phase where his emotions were out of whack.

As more time passed, his protectiveness and paranoia only worsened to the point he kept you at home, not letting you step a foot outside of his den.

He always had his hands on you, as if you would disappear the second he let you go. The only time he left you alone was to capture prey and defend the den from passing males, besides that he was by your side at all times of the day.

It was early in the morning when he woke up, picking you up and bolting towards the bathroom.

For a moment you had no idea why he was doing this, but a sudden nausea took over you, and he got you to the toilet just in time so you could vomit.

“Ugh…” you groaned out in misery as he wiped your mouth and got your toothbrush ready. “Did I eat something ba-“

You paused, realizing your mate was staring at your with wide eyes, his hands moving to rub over your belly.

“You’re pregnant…”

It was then that everything started to make sense to both of you. He had been so protective over you for the past week or so because he could sense your pregnancy way before you did!

“My love, oh my beautiful mate…”

He purred loudly, pulling you into his arms and rubbing your belly, his tail thumping against the floor. Your mate had never been this happy before to know you had hatchlings growing inside you.

From that second on the smothering became so much more unbearable… but he took amazing care of you. He adored you with his entire heart, and just couldn’t wait to see his children.

And him being eager to fill you with his cum and keep your fat pussy stuffed during your pregnancy definitely helped relieve some stress for you… you always loved his fat cock stretching you out.

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[peppermint-toads]

ghost dealing with his pregnant southern wife’s cravings (aka you introduce simon to tomato mayo sandwiches). tw: pregnancy, a little smut, eating/food, a little vomiting. i didn’t proof read this

ghost loved coming home to you after tedious days doing paperwork on base.

whatever you were going, he’d wrap his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your head and sighing. he probably smelled like man. gross, sweaty man, but you never commented on it.

when you fell pregnant he loved holding you like that even more, seeing your belly start to poke out as he gazed downward.

one night, he came home to you standing in front of the kitchen counter, arm gently sawing back and forth as you sliced a tomato.

he took his normal position, humming and closing his eyes. when he opened them again, he took in the scene in front of him.

“what is this, love?”

never did he expect you to cook for him, especially when you became pregnant. but maybe every once in a while when he came home particularly starving, he’d steal a bite or two of whatever you were making.

but lately, your meals had gotten a bit strange.

and really, it was his own fault. as soon as you’d so much as hinted at wanting to have simon’s kid, he had you anchored down to the hilt of him as he stuffed you with his cum.

“it’s ummm, tomatoes and sourdough, and mayo.”

you tilted your head back to look at him.

“that’s it?”

you shook your head, hair going staticky on his t-shit.

“salt and pepper, too.”

you watched as his face pinched into a grimace.

“hey!” you scowled. “don’t look at me like that mister beans on toast.”

you turned fully, playfully shoving his chest.

“used to eat this all the time as a kid. everybody kinda did.”

simon cracked as he saw embarrassment creep onto your features, like he’d made you feel gross for craving it.

you were often victim of trying new british “delicacies,” so it was only fair that he return the favor.

“alright, i’ll try one.” he shrugged.

he offered to help, but as always you refuse it. he watched as you slathered a generous layer of mayo onto each side of the bread, setting thick slices of tomato on top, and finishing it with enough pepper to make simon sneeze.

he winced when you handed him his plate, and you were suddenly nervous.

“it might not be that good, tomatoes being out of season and all.”

you both tuck into your sandwiches once settled on the couch, your preferred spot these days.

simon was pleasantly surprised. maybe a little too much mayo, but he was delighted.

you on the other hand, were gagging after taking a bite. it had you making a haste exit for the bathroom, where you found a familiar place on the floor, heaving into the toilet.

when you returned to the living room, sheepish, simon had discarded any evidence of the sandwiches and had put a pot of water on the stove to boil for plain noodles, one of the only things you could stomach recently.

“sorry si, i didn’t mean for that to happen. it’s just—”

you began to choke, suddenly overcome by emotion. he pulled you in tight, your face pressing into his shirt.

“i know love, i know.”

his hand smoothed up and down your back steadily until he felt your breathing return to normal and heard your sniffling stop.

“why don’t you find a movie, and i’ll finish up in here.” he nodded towards the kitchen

you did, finding a movie both of you would like, even though simon never really watched the screen anymore. he was too focused on you, watching your little belly rise and fall with every breath.

[round-rival]

Nemona whats the most you've eaten in a single sitting

“And not thrown up? Seventy hot dogs. I could feel my stomach trying not to burst! If we count throwing up and continuing eating, I ate 120 hot dogs one time before I threw in the towel. I barfed a good handful of times, and pretty hard, but I just wanted to see how far I could take things if I allowed myself to puke and then keep going. I don’t usually do that though! I stop after I’ve puked once…usually.”

[peggyao3]

Pt. 13 - (Pseudo) Pregnancy

A/N: The only trope yee aunt Peggy will never ever write is actual pregnancy… Meanwhile cannibalism, dune-typical incest, non-con, no problem, but pregnancy is just too close to irl body horror for me, but luckily I can make up anything in the world of fiction and beat the trope into a shape of my liking 😂😌 thank you @nocturn-warrior for the spark of inspiration to pick this prompt hehe 🤭

Can be seen as part of the Night Crawler universe, I think <3

TAGS: she/her AFAB FMC, breeding kink, descriptions of pregnancy symptoms without an actual child growing in there, FMC is thin enough to see a distension of the womb, squirting, dub-con

WORD COUNT: 450

"You're whining so much today," Feyd-Rautha groans, situated warm and hard between her spread thighs.

"Yes," she grates out through clenched teeth, pushing against her husband's round shoulders with no real fight aside from the nails that scrape over his velvety skin. "I'm too full and you damn well, a-ahhh, k-know it!" 

A hard jab of his cock has made a splash of wetness spatter against his hard abdomen and she burns up with shame, feeling the wet glide of skin against her already distended belly.

"Too full, sweetling?" Her insatiable husband grins black and wide, slowing his thrusts and canting his pelvis against the spot that causes her nerves to jitter and more essence to drip past the root of his cock. "I think there's room for a few more of my whelps in your warm, little womb."

Her channel spasms around his obscene girth upon that and he taunts her with laughter. His sweet wife is rotten and can't help the twitching of her needy cunt at the thought of being bred round and full by her virile husband.

All of this is just play. The na-Baron doesn't like the idea of sharing the attention of his treasured toy with a bawling, nagging, vomiting offspring. She can all but pray that it remains this way. Forced into marriage and this play of pretend, she won't allow him to force her into anything else, or their marriage will end in a bloodbath.

"Mmmh, just be still, my darling. Your husband knows what's best for you." Feyd-Rautha picks up speed, stuffing himself into her slick hole despite her indignant whines about the change of tempo. "If you don't wanna keep still, I might just strap you in next time, put you in a harness like a broodmare and stuff you so full that my seed drips down your legs."

His cock jumps against her snug walls and he lets his head fall forward, drool on his lips when he empties himself with stuttering hips, forehead pressing against his wife's. She shivers when his eyes snap open, dark and yearning beneath blonde lashes.

With every rush of seed into her body, the artificially injected cocktail of enzymes that lies dormant in her blood induces a rush of amniotic fluid into her womb. The pressure makes her groan and whine and that's also how she knows it's not real, because it happens too fast. 

Feyd reaches one hand between their bodies, the one with the wedding band, and pats her belly, whispering with gravelled breath how pretty she looks, swollen with his heir and how well she carries his Harkonnen brood.

The effect lasts only a couple of days— But Feyd-Rautha fucks his wife more often than that.

FEYD TAG LIST

@nostalgichoya, @forgedfromthestars, @sweetiee-o, @missbingu, @minedofmoria

@sebastianswallows, @charmingballoon, @flower-frog, @welliah, @aoi-targaryen

@coastalcowgirl35, @esolean, @szapizzapanda, @tatertooted, @sunny747

@ughdontbeboring

[ryanmarshallryan]

THE WINNER OF THE FOOD CHALLENGE CHALLENGES HIS CHALLENGER SINCE THE CHALLENGER DIDN'T EXPECT ANYONE TO COMPLETE THE CHALLENGE BUT OF COURSE HE LOSES THE CHALLENGE BECAUSE THIS IS A VORE STORY AND SOMEONE OBVIOUSLY HAS TO GET EATEN

VORETOBER SHORT VORE STORY DAY 5

“Very sorry sir, but the waiter was not on the menu so we must ask you to let him out.”

The customer opened his mouth to reply and before he could phonate the words a great belch escaped his gut. “Don't worry, he was in on the bet,” the customer said, rubbing his squirming gut and feigning being uncomfortably full, “But hey, how about another challenge? If I, with my absolutely stuffed gut,” his proposition was interrupted by another booming belch, “If I could swallow you whole in addition to the waiter in there… both of you become a dinner course… but if I can't stomach it, I'm sure I'll vomit you both out in the process.”

The restaurant owner stroked his chin and considered the enormously bloated customer. He saw the curious, gurgling and shifting movement of the customer’s belly pushing up against the table he was seated at and thought that there was simply no way this belch tank could fit any more inside it, as it already was stretching to the max from the enormity of the food challenge contents and the full grown waiter man inside, “Hmm… well, worth a try.”

It was not worth it. The restaurant owner was eaten as easily as the waiter was, and the customer barely even needed to try too hard to get him down. As the customer gave one more satisfactory belch that rumbled the entire restaurant like thunder, the restaurant owner found himself being squeezed tightly between the shrinking and quivering stomach walls and the waiter’s warm body, jerking around with no room to move. The restaurant owner was surprised to find that the waiter's squirming around was not in fact due to fear of being digested… but excitedly attempting to play with his… well you know where this is going.

Featuring BurlyHunk @burlypred, and a beefy willing meal of his!