Upset bellies

Loser forgot what being full felt like

If you'd like something like this emergency comm info below haha 😛

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“This is so stupid,” Pao says, not for the first time.

“It’s not meant to be smart, it’s meant to be a challenge,” Diego reminds her. She eyes him skeptically. “Oh, come on. You’re not backing out now, are you?”

“Hell no,” Pao insists. “I’m just reminding you that you’re stupid.”

Diego laughs as he adjusts his phone, the camera aimed at them at his kitchen table, hitting the record button. Each of them has a two liter bottle of Sprite set in front of their chairs as he rejoins her, taking his seat next to her again.

“Okay, you know the rules,” Diego says. “Try to drink the whole thing without burping. Whoever burps first loses.”

“You are so on,” Pao says, unscrewing the top of her bottle. “Just say the word.”

Diego unscrews the top on his own bottle and takes a deep breath before he announces, “Okay, go.”

And then the pain doesn't just go away, it lingers, a constant heavy discomfort, visible by bad posture and some calming breaths. The jolts of pain, however random before, become localized and cause the hand to stick to that area like a magnet.

But it's not done yet. What was once a quiet inconvenience becomes a rumbly mess. The intestines twist and contract, producing disturbing noises and immediate pain. A pain that makes once not want to move an inch out of fear from causing the cramping to worsen.

But for some, it's impossible to stay still, needing to touch their contorting belly. Finally, in desperate need of relief, they search for a safe place to nurture their aching rebelling tummy. Maybe a final ride home is what takes them over the edge and renders them motionless for the rest of the day. Unable to do anything but receive extensive rubs and massages from whoever has taken on the task of battling the chaos inside.

This is Emma! (She/They)

She normally doesn’t ride things like trains very often-

When she does, the poor gal tends to get motion sick very easily.

(Maybe if I write slightly more, these will eventually get better, lmao- Also Tumblr Formatting is terrible but I believe we all knew that already)

Pics are under the writing~

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It wasn’t often that Emma rode the train, but due to some unforeseen circumstances, they would have to suck it up and take the train home, despite how much they had always hated it.

She sat by the door, and tried look out the window and lose herself in a daydream to pass the time. 

However, it wasn’t long until it made itself clear to them why they didn’t ride this train more often. They felt as the train bumped and swayed along it’s ride, and quite honestly, the constant motion was beginning to make Emma feel a little dizzy, and they took note of how hot the train felt, especially in the summer heat.

“Maybe, as long as I’m careful, I can make it through”, Emma thought, as she began to take deep breaths, hoping to clear the discomfort that they felt.

The breathing worked for a little while, but as the train bumped across the tracks, she had started to feel a little queasy.

“Ugh, I knew I would have to ride this stupid thing.. I shouldn’t have eaten such a big lunch.” She had come into the city to have lunch with some old friends, and though she had caught a ride with a friend on the way in, they found themselves without a ride on her way home, hence the train. Though her nice lunch was nice at the time, she could now feel it as it sat as a lump in their stomach, sloshing uncomfortably with every movement that this terrible train seemed to make.

She repositioned herself by spreading their legs a bit and leaned back, hoping that by relieving some of the pressure, they could begin to settle their now very upset stomach. 

After a while of sitting, with what felt like no progress, they moved a hand to their belly, and could feel now how bloated she was, as it began to gurgle ominously under their palm. Now desperate for any relief, they massaged their gurgling belly as gently as they could.

The pressure from her hand seemed to have the opposite effect however, and they quickly went from feeling a little queasy, to miserably nauseous, and their mouth began to fill with saliva.

She quickly moved a hand to her mouth, startled at how much worse she suddenly felt.

“Oh gods,” she thought, “I feel really sick”. Panic began to rise in their chest, and the tightness felt even worse when adding the pressure from their tight sports bra, which they used to make their chest look even a little smaller, while they waited on the chance for something more suited to the task. 

They began to look around the train car, trying not to succumb to their panic or nausea. “I’m not sure, but I know some trains have bathrooms? Maybe this train has one”, but a look yielded no results.

She felt desperation begin to rise “Urp- Maybe the train has… Has a section with those little bags they give to people who get si-” Their thought was interrupted as even entertaining the thought of holding one of those little bags in front of them made their stomach hitch, sending a fresh wave of nausea and dizziness through them, and more thick saliva coated her mouth.

She bent over from the intensity, with her hands on her knees for support. “Ugh… The room is spinning… Its so hot… I think I- I’m gonna puke… There are so many people here though… Ugh…” She tried to focus on anything. Anything that would distract her from how terrible she felt. Anything to keep them from embarrassing themselves in front of all these people. She wondered how no one had noticed, as they must have been making a scene already. Did no-one really notice? Did no-one bother to care?

They didn’t have much time to ponder these thoughts, however, as they quickly gagged, and their stomach contents shot right up their throat and out of their mouth, sending a thin stream of vomit across her thighs.

And with that, they figured they would have to face the questions she had been pondering, because even if people hadn’t noticed them before, they certainly did then…

– Pics –

(I wasn’t originally planning to add more, but practicing with the studio editor has been fun, even if the camera function still acts a little strange sometimes)

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part 1

part 2

(cw for vomit, vomit eating, transformation, mental corruption)

A young janitor elsewhere in the facility was having a normal day so far. He had his eabuds in, bobbing his head to music while he mopped the hallways. He didn't hear Dr Tay coming up behind him. Dr. Tay approached the janitor with a grin, his cheeks puffed up with vomit. He had to swallow many times to keep his stomach contained for now. His body was wriggling uncontrollably, like a balloon that's been overinflated, at risk of bursting, and he steadied himself against the wall with one hand as he went. "He-hrrrllppp! Hey there," He said, his voice barely audible over the sloshing and gurgling noises emanating from his gut. His eyes are half-lidded and he let out a sudden hiccup.

The janitor turned around quickly to take in the worrying sight of Dr. Tay before him. The doctor reeks of vomit, his clothing visibly damp with the stuff, and its weirding him out. "Uh…hi? Are you….are you okay?" he asked hesitantly.

Tay returned the question with a question. "would you like to try….something wonderful? Something life-changing. An… experience." He steps forward, his cheeks are bulged out, the muscles beneath them twitching with the effort of holding back a torrent of mushroom spew. It was only with the strength of his sheer willpower that he does not let loose. "I… I'm not even sure I can explain to you how incredible it feels," he crooned, looking down with a strange, almost lustful gaze.

The young janitor gulped nervously. The acrid smell of vomit on Dr Tay almost smelled alluring now. He was thoroughly confused, starting to feel very weird….kind of drunk….and hungry. "Oh…..okay. um, if you think i should, sir…." he said softly, entranced. The man swayed, his grip on his mop loosening, his hips slowly being drawn toward Tay's as if by a magnet. "How….how do i experience it?"

"Open your mouth." Dr. Tay commands with a nod as he holds his churning guts. His eyes are unblinking and his voice is full of quiet desperation, almost a plea. "Open your mouth so I can fill your stomach with some… of what makes me feel good." Tay's free hand slowly reached and began to caress the side of his face, fingers splaying against the skin. "Come on. I'm not going to bite you. I just have something special to give you…"

The second the janitor's lips parted and his eyes fluttered half shut, it happened. It was as though Tay opened a valve somewhere in his guts. A thick stream of creamy slop and half-digested mushroom chunks poured down into the janitor's gullet without a pause. The first second the vomit hits the janitor's tongue he was snapped out of the trance momentarily and gagged. "Khhaahggk!!" It tasted awful. Slimy, warm, sweet and salty. But then it incomprehensibly tasted good. Like the most satisfying of delicious stews. It settled warm and heavy in his tummy and he realized he wanted more.

"Oh…urrgghlllp….here we go," Tay murmured, watching as the mess covers his victim's tongue and spills down his neck. He retched again, a long, drawn-out gurgle sounding from his belly. Puke spewed from his lips. The mop dropped from the other man's hands as he gulped the fungal barf down greedily. "Mnnnngh….urp…more, more…."

"Good boy…" Tay crooned seductively as the stream of slop continued feeding down into his mouth, covering the young man's lips and chin and neck with the sloppy mess. As it sinks into his gut and settles like a stone, it feels warm and heavy, comforting and delicious all at once. It feels… right.

The stream finally dwindles, and the janitor's tongue explored the leftover slosh in his mouth. Mostly runny, with some little flakes of fungal matter. It tastes and feels good, so good. His body wants more. He wanted to be full with the stuff, bursting at the sides with it. His stomach swelled with mushrooms, 75% full and drunkenly happy. He leaned against the wall, hiccuping. "G-god….good god, I - hurk - i feel good…." he slurred between dry heaves and wet burps. He whined and rubbed at his swollen belly, wishing that someone would help him rub it.

As if reading his mind, Tay leaned in and lifted the man's shirt, his hands feeling over his swollen belly with practiced enthusiasm. The flesh gurgled beneath his fingers and his belly churned.. "I have to say, you've done a good job. That's a lot of mushrooms inside you. Your body is certainly enjoying it…" He rubbed the bulging flesh beneath the fabric with a soft moan, a look of utter pleasure in his half-lidded eyes. He leaned down and rested his forehead against his victim's as he continued massaging that huge, swollen, squirming gut.

The janitor belched over and over as the expanding fungus in his gut pushed out gas. The expert belly rubs from Dr Tay did a good job in making him feel better. "Huuurappp….bwraaarp. Burrpp….urrroorrhhpp!" At 90% full now he began to gag between belches. Drool ran down his lips as his body realized how full it was and how imperitive it was to empty itself. "Ugh -hurk- sir, i think…i think i'm gonna barf. Urp! What…what do i do?"

Tay smiled down as he massages his victim's belly, the bulging flesh shifting and rippling beneath the gray uniform shirt. He let out a soft moan—that full stomach is something of a turn-on for him. "Let it out," he whispered, pressing a bit harder into the mound of bloating fungi under his skin. He wants it to explode out of the janitor's mouth. "Come on… let everything out."

He opened his mouth as creamy puke forces its way explosively out. gray musroom slop splatters the floor he just cleaned. The janitor's huge belly contracted and heaved as it made him vomit uncontrollably. And it felt so impossibly good. Every sensation of the chunks surging up his throat. The delicious release of immense pressure in his guts. The warmth spreading down from his mouth and soaking into his clothes. Heaven.

The explosion of puke seny Tay into a giddy frenzy, as though he were high and tripping off the experience. With every eruption of sloppy, creamy vomit from the janitor's body and onto the ground, he laughs and moans, rubbing his belly harder. "YES! That's it…" He let out a long, contented moan and presses both hands against his victim's belly, feeling the warmth of your fungi squelching and squirming beneath like so many snakes. He was really enjoying this. The encouragment from Dr Tay helped overcome the young man's nervousness and fear. How could he possibly be afraid with Tay here to help? And so he let himself vomit without trying to stop. "Urp….urp…..hurk!" he gagged again and again until more fungus gurgled up his throat. Supple spore bloomed in his nostrils, around his crotch, on his tongue….and it all felt wonderful. He was changing, transforming under Tay's caring hands. And those hands edged slowly lower….

Tay's face was inches from his victim's as he continued to massage that swollen, grayish body, the scent of his own fungus flooding the hall. As the janitor continued to burst forward, spraying mushy, mushroom flesh onto the floor, it felt like the most incredible thing in the world. His crotch inflated with spores and semen. He was so, so aroused as he continued to spew. His chub burbled out goopy precum. "Grrrlllg…..yes….I wanna be….mushroom…." he gurgled out between heaves as Dr tay palmed his erection and rubbed his belly. Tendrils bloomed from his nose and belly button, beginning to consume him…but in a different way from the unfortunate Dr Fore.

"Oh god…" Tay exclaimed, his eyes going wide with arousal and wonderment. The feeling of his hands on the young man's pendelous belly, the sloppy mass of fungi squirming under his fingers, the warmth and smell and sensation was all exhilarating, an experience like he'd never had before. The janitor had transformed, still swelling, no longer human. He burped and drooled froth constantly, his face gray and dotted with spores. The fungi began to grow explosively, spreading further and further through his body, and as they did, something felt….strange. The walls began to fade and turn dark. The janitor's eyes shut beneath a sudden spew of vomit and the change completed. A dreamy light, a warmth washed over him. He felt relaxed, at home, at peace with the world. As the change consumed him fully, he let out one gurgling cry and a geyser of vomit.

And then, the mushrooms had him.

I'm relatively thin, severely underweight for a good chunk of my childhood, have always been poor so I've never gotten to indulge too much in feasting, not in this economy. But long backstory short, I had the house to myself for pretty much 4 days straight for Thanksgiving break, along with all the leftover food from the entire family thanksgiving.. I was asked to toss most of it because we didn't have room in the fridge and it would go bad, but I didn't want any of it to go to waste.. you can probably tell where his is going..

I have a pretty sensitive stomach since I get full pretty quick, and I'm also lactose intolerant and most meat makes me gassy (and sweaty for some reason?), but for some reason none of that mattered to me, I put a YouTube series I've been itching to watch on my phone and munched on everything that was in front of me which included:

-almost half of a turkey that had been sitting out on the table for a day

-a platter of cheese and cube/slice things and pepperoni/some other meat I forgot

-I wanna say maybe 20 small sugar cookies (the puffy Walmart ones with frosting)

-about 2 litres total of a miz of lemonade, sprite, ginger ale, and coca cola

- 5 bread rolls with melted cheese and butter

-uncounted handfuls old candy I still had from Halloween....

I didn't even realize I'd been eating so much, but I guess since it was all over the course of about a day (9 hours-ish?) It was gradual enough that I didn't realize I'd gone overboard until the end. I remember reaching for the next thing getting ready and thinking "wow i wonder how much ive eaten" and seeing that the answer was all of it. I was wearing an elastic tank top, and I looked down and holy shit I looked pregnant. The tank top is kind of long but there was maybe an inch of belly sticking out from underneath naturally, and the tank top itself was like vacuum sealed tight to my skin!

This is where stuff gets crazy. I put my hand on my stomach to rub it and I could feel it churning under my hand, from the inside ofc and through my belly. I'd been burping throughout the whole stuffing absent-mindedly, but now that it was all setting in, I felt like I was going to puke. I couldn't even feel nauseous at first, it was just PAIN in my middle and I could barely get up. I'm so glad I was alone because I was moaning and rubbing my belly with both hands, holding it as I tried to get up. I could feel myself bringing up burps with every exhale, they were like.. soft and quiet but also really deep and sick, coming out with every breath, like "... urrrrrrp.. hic-hurrrrrp... uurppp. ur-urrp... hic-hUuuurrrrrrrrrp..." and with groans after each one lmao. I made my way to the bathroom eventually and sat by the toilet, sure I was gonna be sick, but I wasn't. I almost wanted to be, but I think I was just too scared to puke. So I sat back against the tub, facing the toilet, my whole body was covered in a cold sweat atp and i was rubbing my belly, and I could feel every single rumble as it ripped through my stomach and rose up as a belch. I couldn't stop burping like I was just about crying on the bathroom floor, bloated as a tick, belching helplessly. After a few minutes the burps started slowing down, but they were much more wet when they did come up. I think the meat and lactose was probably digesting now because I actually started to feel queasy. I started holding in my burps in fear that the food might come up, but then the air started xoming out the back. Starting with small short toots, leading to nauseous farts that, much like the burps, WOULDNT STOP. I was uncontrollably farting, small short bursts every few seconds and idk how to describe it but the farts felt pukey somehow. My stomach was churning like crazy and I could hear it from the outside (still felt intense as I rubbed it too). All the while the original belches never really stopped, so I was just on the floor, gas from both ends pouring out. My stomach was so hard and tight it felt like a bowling ball attached to me and my shirt was so tight it was so hot in hindsight but I felt like I was dying in the moment. Anyways I eventually fell asleep on the floor, woke up feeling sick, burped and farted next to the toilet again and tried doing the doggy-style yoga pose (best that I could, anyways, with my bloated upset tummy still filled with rotting undigested Thanksgiving leftovers) and kept farting until out of nowhere I almost shat myself, I think the position I was in moved the air along but the air took some stuff with it, so now I had to abandon that and sit on the toilet with a trash bin next to me because I couldn't fit it between my legs (my tummy took up the room lol) and it was mostly just me being sick from both ends, along with super uncontrollable rumbly burps and farts that just would not ever fucking stop.

Once it was all out things went back to normal, other than me being really gassy for a few more days.

alder buckthorn- bark and berries work as a potent laxative. one of the safest ones on the list but that one will definitely clear your bowels out.

hazelworth/asarabacca- used as an emetic, this one will cause violent vomiting in under 30 minutes. i found some sources say I bf it has laxative effects as well but im not certain.

common hedgenettle- while the flowering stems are used for easing infections of the respiratory system, the roots is mildly poisonous and will cause vomiting and diarrhea for a day or two.

black elder- ripe berries and flowers are edible and really tasty, but anything else including leaves, stems, and bark contain cyanogenic glycosides which cause vomiting and sever diarrhea. be careful with this one though, because repeated or frequent consumption might cause a buildup of these chemicals in the body.

someone who's really, really backed up down there, who's all bloated and achy with a distended waistband, and they haven't felt all that great for a few days, and then they wake up one morning feeling nauseous and bubbly with their tummy rumbling and gurgling especially angrily. they aren't that hungry and don't feel very good all day, even moreso than when they usually get constipated, and everything is a bit more sensitive than usual-- eating a full lunch makes their guts grumble and churn unhappily, their head hurts and they shiver.

on the train home they start to feel truly ill. as it rounds a corner to the right, their full belly moans and sloshes to the right. as it curves to the left, they let out a wet burp and try to surreptitiously pat the unhappy mass of their distended belly as the contents slosh to the other side, and then they let out a small, whining fart as their guts shift. it jerks to a stop and their whole system bubbles and shudders and groans. they look a little pale and greenish in their reflection. they burp and fart again, a little louder this time, although they still are trying to be surreptitious, and again they try to rub their belly to soothe it, but it's even more upset and they feel more motion sick than before.

they sit miserably feeling their belly moan and churn in time with the train until it comes to their stop, and they carefully stumble out, letting out a couple farts with their footsteps. they feel like they're waddling a little with how much is inside them, like a slow, heavy blimp, and when they get home they decline to eat dinner and instead huddle in bed with a heating pad laid over the massive curve of their stomach-- now it feels like its churning without them even being on a train. they burp and rub it gently in the dark, feeling sick, then slowly nod off to sleep.

when their partner comes to bed, their belly is churning and moaning so loudly that their partner reaches over a hand and rubs it gently; its so distended that the sickie's button up pajama shirt is straining to keep it in under the heating pad. they carefully rub it from the belly button down, and feel their partner's guts shift angrily and bubble. a sickly burp comes from their partner's mouth-- they truly do look greenish.

"Harder," moans the sickie. their partner didn't realize they were awake. "oohh... I don't feel so good..."

their partner rubs in a clockwise motion, moving the heating pad and unbuttoning the straining buttons from their shirt. their whole guts bubble and churn and shutter under their fingertips. a fart eases its way out of the sickie, alongside several burps; then, their partner presses lightly on the shuddering, aching mass, right by their belly button.

the sickie sits straight up, eyes wide, and projectile vomits up a violent torrent of puke all over the blankets; then, they pull back the covers and throw their legs over the side of the bed, and when they stand they let out a long, wet fart as diarrhea thats been churning in them for days starts charging for the exit. they slap one hand over their bulging cheeks and sprint to the bathroom, but don't get there in time and puke violently in the hall, and with another loud, wet fart their stomach starts to erupt from the other end into their underwear. they keep running, another heave coming quick, and this time make it to the toilet and yank down their soiled pants and grab the wastebasket. then, their whole body heaves, and they explode from both ends, a violent waterfall of projectile vomit hitting the trashcan and a bubbling spew of diarrhea hitting the toilet. their stomach and intestines roar and churn and their body heaves again, and again, bubbling and farting and burping angrily, and the sickie only has time to moan softly and grip their cramping stomach before another tensing, full-body barrage makes them pitch forward into the wastebasket again, their intestines exploding from the other end. their partner rubs their back and coos and feels their muscles tense for another violent, angry deluge, and they moan again and cough and burp miserably.

"...Ohh god..." they say, gagging again, "Ohh... I think I've...uuurrpp... I think I've got the stomach flu or...uuuppuhh... some kind of bug..."

their partner nods. they dry heave and fart and their stomach moans and bubbles again, and then the dry heave turns into another vicious heave and another wave of vomit comes out, and eventually it goes into a dribble. the sickie clutches their belly and groans as it sloshes and churns like a washing machine.

i wake up for morning vitals to the taste of sour bubbles from last night’s soda in the back of my throat. the tech smiles good morning and asks how i’m feeling, pressing gently on my abdomen and asking about the pain.

a huge pocket of gas and liquid rumble against her hand. she winces sympathetically.

“not much calmer in there, huh?”

i shake my head, pressing my hand against the nauseous buildup forming in the pit of my belly.

“during the night i was just gassy, but now i can’t really even buuuRRRRP —“

the way things shift inside me is not okay. i swallow hard and shake my head.

“but now i feel nauseous.”

next thing i know i’m doubled over and swallowing back each acidic belch as it rolls up my throat. my nurse rubs slow circles down my shoulder blades, handing over a puke bag and a cold towel.

“hey, it’s okay. let it out if it’s making you sick.”

my stomach rolls as i realize i’m swallowing chunks now, but some of it has to stay down.

“BuUUURrrrp..rrrrp.. could i have something to —“

the nurse is looking for a bucket i can let it out into, but the hot bubbles in the back of my throat push their way into my mouth too quickly. they taste like something sour and nauseating and the carbonated nausea is too much to hold back. i lean forward and belch up a huge mouthful of liquid and air. my stomach rolls at the taste of its own acid and instead of my relief, i can feel the ties of my hospital gown tighten as the nausea expands inside me.

the puke bag finally arrives and i gratefully let loose a stream of burps and stomach acid into the container. it smells sour and greasy and i let up several more mouthfuls of gas puke before the bubbling in my lower gut subsides.

“any better?” the nurse smoothes back my hair and wipes my mouth with a cloth. “do you still feel sick?”

my insides gurgle in response with so much force that i can only gasp and nod my head. the walls of my belly are shaking and i can’t open my mouth without something coming up. i want so badly to sleep it off, but waking up in my own vomit the other night has made me avoid nausea napping.

So I’ve been in the fucking pits.

On a heavy course of antibiotics for an infection in my stomach (ironic right lol).

Unsurprisingly, I’ve been having liquid diarrhea. That’s what hit me first and really hard. I kind of exploded in my underwear last night and cried for like thirty minutes. Had to squat in the shower and push as much of it out as I could. 

I threw up twice at work today, and had an accident again once from the force but it wasn’t nearly as bad as last night so I could clean up and kept on.

The first time it was really chunky and awful, probably my lunch. The second time was mostly digested and honestly better because the chunks were mixed with the water I drank. 

I kept burping up vomit into in my mouth when I went back to work, it was burning hot and completely liquid and tasted like shit. three times I rushed to the toilet again and only gagged because I could feel the heat creeping up my chest. 

I tried having a meal replacement shake and some toast to settle my belly after work, but obviously this backfired. I’ve never really thrown up like this before, i would get little warning and it would sort of explode out of me. It tasted and smelled literally VILE like the most bitter shit I’ve ever vomited, straight medicine. It got on the toilet seat a few times, like every time I would stand up it would coax more air out of me and I’d have to lean back over. 

(TMI but I was also farting like crazy the entire time, ew, I think I’m kind of empty on that end but I still had my pants off in case)

I do actually feel way better after this last puke. I’m in bed now and I have a bowl with me because I still feel queasy and full somehow. More burping but I think it’s empty air. I hope lol. 

Really thought that I was feeling a lot better today. I had some lunch (rice and chicken) and lay around most of the day too tired to get up. Only problem was the bloating, I have NEVER been this bloated and tight, especially in my lower belly. I’m real skinny and it was sticking out of me completely rounded like I was going to explode. 

Then something happened to me that’s never happened before, I threw up into my hands. I fucking wish I made this up. was lying on the couch, feeling queasy after lunch but not really thinking anything of it. I was massaging my belly to work gas out the other end. I suddenly gagged once and threw up into my mouth, then immediately BURPED into my mouth already full of vomit, which burst out onto my hands, down my shirt and sprayed the edge of the couch because I coughed at the same time. 

Completely mortifying, I felt like a toddler. 

I stood up and ran to the toilet with my hands cupped under my chin (still covered in vomit), on my way there I threw up into my mouth again but held it in. I threw up three times into the toilet but was straining a lot and my tummy was already hurting from last night so it was painful af. When I had a little break I downed some water and decided I was gonna move to my bed, and take a trash bag with me in case. I was holding the bag under my mouth and could hear and feel liquid and air moving around. More burping and gagging, Then I spent a solid forty minutes bringing up my water in a few huge gushes, then very slowly my lunch, and finally belching a disgusting mix of hot bile and water. I’m on the couch again (cleaned lol) and have the bag by the side. I’m not feeling as bad after that which seems to be the trend but my throat burns and my belly hurts so much. 

Oh man, that's the DREAM

Im not sure if you're looking for recommendations, but my recommendations of foods you can binge eat that'll cause this is

Large tomato's (large specifically, cherry tomato's won't do anything)

2 minute noodles (took 3 cups for me)

Anything sugary, but specifically chocolate

Soft drink

Prunes

Chicken pasta??? I dont know either

Large amount of meat