Borbleee + Borborygmi

oh absolutely fucking yes. Especially if they're trying to milk it for attention. Attention they wind up wishing they didn't have when they resolve the problem with a series of deep, pressurized belches.

Or maybe you even tried suggesting to them that it might just be gas pain, and they scoffed at the idea. Please, they’re an adult, they know when they have to burp. So they moan and squirm around under the weight of their gurgling belly until, finally, something shifts into place, and their moan turns seamlessly into a gross, churning belch. All that ache bubbles out along with the trapped air, leaving them fully recovered and utterly mortified

“Feel better?”

((Sure thing! I decided to continue from this post, hope you like it!))

Micah had almost dozed off next to Elijah when he felt his friend shift just before he groaned unhappily in his sleep. Micah lifted his head and yawned, frowning softly at the pinched look between Elijah’s eyes, and wondered what was wrong… well, besides the obvious.

As soon as he had the thought, his best friend’s heavy stomach rumbled unpleasantly beneath his palms, and Micah sighed, stroking a hand very gently over the curve. The movement drew another moan from Elijah and Micah stopped, biting his lip in worry. Elijah loved having his tummy rubbed. To suddenly be in enough pain that he didn’t want it was freaking Micah out a little, if he were honest.

As Micah watched, Elijah’s sleep grew more and more restless. He shifted and twitched every few minutes, belly gurgling in tandem with his winces, as he murmured out little sounds of discomfort. After a short while, his breath started hitching, then caught just before he belched quietly, swallowing afterwards. Micah ran a hand through his curls as he realized what was happening. The stomach trouble was giving Elijah a nightmare.

Micah hesitated, splaying one hand more fully over Elijah’s tummy, hoping to comfort him. Should he wake him up? Elijah’s nightmares were usually pretty intense; bloody memories from nights out on the streets. But he didn’t seem that distressed yet, and maybe if he could just sleep through it then he’d wake up feeling better…

The decision was taken from him a moment later though, when Elijah came to with a little start, blue eyes snapping open and his body tensing defensively as he glanced dazedly around the room. His gaze landed on Micah and he relaxed momentarily, before his face tightened with another grimace and he covered his mouth, a deeper burp making its way up. He groaned and Micah smiled at him in sympathy.

“Well, that wasn’t much of a nap. You okay, dude? Your tummy sounds awful.”

Elijah grunted and started to turn over slightly, stopping when his stomach let out an angry grumble. He rested a hand over it and looked regretful, then his jaw tightened as he tried to stifle another burp. “Mm… weird dream.”

“Weird?” Micah questioned, moving closer again so he could put both hands back on Elijah’s middle, trying to sneak in a little rub, but his best friend shifted uncomfortably and he let his hands rest. He tried to decide if “weird” was the same as “bad,” and whether or not it he needed to ask, or if Elijah, for once, wasn’t hiding his feelings. “Weird how?”

Elijah pressed his lips together, then pressed a closed fist to his lips, and Micah worried he was going to be sick or something, but then a low sound rumbled in his chest and he exhaled heavily a moment later. Just a burp then, but they seemed to be really bothering him. He made a face and inched closer in the cuddle.

“Was at school. No one around… in the library, sorting books. None would fit right… They would all end up back on the floor every time I went back in the room. Also no ceiling and…” Elijah paused to burp, “Something dark overhead. Something in the back of the room I couldn’t see.”

“That’s creepy as fuck.” Micah announced decisively, smiling a little when Elijah put his forehead on his shoulder with a sigh. Then he pulled back slightly again to cover another belch, another grimace, and Micah’s smile dropped away. “Come on man, you didn’t eat something like… really poisonous or anything, did you?”

“No.” Elijah mumbled, shaking his head a bit. “Suspect it was Mirefew.”

“Mirefew?”

“Herb from feliken culture. Not easy on human stomachs.”

“It’s making you burp like crazy.” Micah pointed out helpfully, just before Elijah covered his mouth again, suppressing another deep rumble. “How does your tummy feel?”

Elijah closed his eyes and grunted quietly. “I’m alright.”

“No the fuck you’re not.” Micah rolled his eyes. “Come on dumbass, I can tell you feel really shitty. Just tell me what’s wrong. And maybe while you’re at it, why you don’t want your tummy rubbed?” He pressed a hand lightly against Elijah’s belly to emphasize his point, then blinked apologetically when his best friend stiffened with a faint sound of pain. 

“Mirefew can irritate the stomach lining along with causing indigestion. It should pass on its own, but it…” Elijah covered Micah’s hand with his own and moved it off the center of his belly. “…hurts more when you press down.”

“You poor bastard.” Micah muttered affectionately, and swore he could feel Elijah relax and nestle closer. “Are you sure it wouldn’t help just a little though? Since y’know,” He paused as Elijah turned his head away to belch again, “It might help you get all the air out of your tummy?”

“Don’t want you to.” Elijah murmured, an unmistakable groan edging the words, and Micah looked at him sadly. He really wasn’t feeling well.

“Roll the other way then, maybe? I’ll rub your back instead.”

Elijah hesitated, a hint of guilt in his eyes that made Micah’s heart clench. Worried he was being too much trouble again. “I will be alright if I just…”

“Nope, you’re not arguing with me this time.” Micah gave his shoulder a gentle push. “Turn over you giant fucking behemoth.”

Elijah sighed but obeyed, turning on his other side, his back to Micah. A single pat to his back had him reaching for his mouth to cover another deep belch, then he just left his hand there to stifle each one as Micah rubbed and patted at his lower back and between his shoulders.

When he’d finally stopped burping and seemed to be winding down to rest, Elijah suddenly shifted and pressed back against Micah’s chest a little more. Micah smiled softly and draped an arm over his best friend, feeling him settle beneath it. “You okay? Your tummyache’s not getting worse or anything, is it?”

Elijah made a vague sound of disagreement. There was a tenseness in him that hadn’t let up. Micah thought about what that could mean, resting a cheek on Elijah’s back. “I’m sorry you had a bad dream, El.”

“Not bad. Just… unusual.” Elijah answered immediately and sounded frustrated and Micah suddenly understood. He rubbed his friend’s shoulder gently.

“It’s bad if it made you feel bad, okay? It doesn’t have to be scary or violent to be a bad dream. You’re not overreacting or whatever.”

The tension started trickling out of Elijah’s shoulders. He reached for Micah’s hand and held it in his big one. “Thank you, Micah.”

“You should go back to sleep, and maybe when you wake up if you’re feeling a little better, you’ll want a tummy rub then?”

“Maybe.” Elijah sounded amused, if still rather pained. He pulled a pillow closer under his cheek and gave Micah’s hand a light squeeze. “…stay here?”

“I’m too lazy to move.” Micah chuckled, and heard the sound of a beard brushing a pillowcase when Elijah smiled. He hugged Elijah tightly, careful of his aching tummy, and pressed his forehead to the back of his neck. “Love you, El.”

🫧 The pressure of a trapped burp, straining their stomach but refusing to come out

If there’s one thing that Evor especially hates about eating deer, it’s that the bucks kick and writhe so horribly—not to mention those antlers threatening to pierce his poor paunch—and their struggling never fails to make him unbearably gassy.

He’s a very polite Inhabiter. When he hears and feels the telltale bubble of a cauldron beginning in the pit of his stomach, his instinct is to clamp his iron jaws tightly shut. As no beast can threaten the walls of Dineria, no foul manners may pass his lips (or lack thereof, rather).

But, as it always does, it becomes so much worse. It’s like a new being stirs to life inside his stuffed gut, a vengeful air elemental born next to the steadily digesting deer. And how fast it grows—it feeds off the ever-constant churning of its surroundings, pushing out against the walls of Evor’s stomach.

He stands there at his post, wincing internally as his volcano-rumbling belly protrudes a couple extra inches, expanding to make room for all the tumultuous air. It’s bad enough that his gut already has been given a window out of his armor by necessity; at its most bubbly, eagle-eyed passerby can see his belly twitch and jiggle subtly with the immense churning within, particularly violent gurgles rippling the surface like wind across a pond.

Around that juncture, he can’t take it anymore. He will murmur an embarrassed “excuse me” to another knight and request his post be covered while he waddles off to a private corridor to take care of his issues.

Like clockwork, two hours after a hearty buck, Evor is forced over a windowsill, his upper half dangling out of it as he grinds his grumbling gut against the windowsill. It’s useless this time, though—it only pushes the forming belch around like a tightly wad ball of thunder magic, and it’s complaining just as loudly. He can only moan miserably as the air pocket ricochets off of every wall in his stomach, his long tongue lolling out of his mouth as he tries to force the damned thing out.

“I really should have just eaten the doe, I think… oooouuuunnnhhh…”

trapped air my beloved,,,,,, (& these can definitely overlap so it might be fun to combine these various Plot Aspects into full scenarios)

🎈 Your character's belly is bulging like crazy after eating a portion of their meal, tight and round and undeniably out of room. They and the people they're with think they're definitely too full to eat any more, but your character lets out an absolutely ridiculous burp that startles even them, and suddenly they have plenty of space to keep eating.

🍽️ Your character knows they're perfectly capable of cleaning their plate. They also have a tendency to swallow a lot of air while eating and they often let out little burps during meals to let it out, maybe not even realizing that they're doing it. When they're eating with someone they don't want to burp in front of, though, they find themself getting full a lot faster than they're used to. They don't want to look silly for taking/ordering the portion that they did so they keep going, determined to finish their food even though their belly is struggling to squeeze in anything else on top of all that air.

🗣️ Your character never shuts up. They can talk anybody's ear off without even realizing they're doing it, and their friends fondly roll their eyes and deal with it. Of course, talking while eating results in a lot of swallowed air. One day, they're out for lunch with friends, and after chattering away with their mouth full the entire time, they're left with an uncomfortably bloated tummy, tight and sore and far too full. Suddenly they're not so chatty anymore now that they're not feeling too good.

🤵 Your character is eating at some kind of date/event that they want to make a good impression at, and they avoid burping the entire time they're there. Of course, this means that once their belly fills up with any air they've swallowed with their food, they run out of space, and though they feel pretty stuffed by the end of it, they haven't eaten much. Once they're finally home and they can let all that air out, they find that they're still very hungry--even more so than usual since their stomach is now all stretched out.

👖 Your character has to go out today, and they're struggling to fit into their outfit after eating, their belly seemingly far too stuffed even though they didn't eat all that much. After some straining and squeezing, they're just about ready to put on something looser when their stomach, having been jostled around plenty, finally lets all the trapped air out in the form of a huge burp, deflating their round belly and allowing them to get dressed in their outfit of choice.

⏱️ Your character is in a rush to get to some kind of meeting/appointment/event, and they have to eat fast to make it in time. They succeed both in wolfing down their lunch and being punctual, but they arrive with a bloated, rumbly, uncomfortable belly, and now they're looking for an opportunity to let all that trapped air out discreetly before anybody notices.

probably what a lot of attention on twitter and FA: my "Munchcraft" stuff. It's M*necraft. but Vorny.

…at work, where they're hoping no coworkers, customers, or clients notice.

…during a date, leading their partner to wonder whether everything's alright.

…at the movies, easily audible to the people squeezed in beside them during the quiet parts.

…during a cuddle session, maybe while the other person is using their belly as a pillow.

…at the library, where there's no question where the sound is coming from.

…during an argument, where it could potentially diffuse the tension or stress them out even more.

…after an enormous meal, which is either settling nicely or not settling at all.

…during a livestream, which proves to be a demonstration of their mic sensitivity.

…while they're trying to fall asleep, either soothing them or distracting them (and potentially their partner).

…at a formal event, where the last thing they want is belly-induced embarrassment.