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Last night I was taking a shower before heading to bed. About half way through I realize that I am feeling extremely bloated and I can not figure out why. My stomach felt hard and round inside of me and I was a little afraid to press on it. I remember to breathe, and try to focus on the next task in my routine. It works for a time, but my stomach is only feeling harder and rounder. I put my hand on my stomach and some air jostles free and up my esophagus. It's deep, and wet, and has me gagging at the end.
Gagging forced me to hunch over, and it's when I'm forced into that position that I realize that maybe I need to get sick. I stand up straighter and cradle underneath my stomach with one hand. With my other, I gently rub along the top of my stomach where it feels the tightest. That hand quickly flew up to my mouth as more gas was released. Standing upright I knew getting sick would be a challenge, but the moment I bent over......
I weighed my options: try and forget about it and move on or get sick and maybe feel better. I ran my face under the warm water of the shower. I tried to stand still and listen to my body. All I could feel was the tight drum of my stomach as I wondered what had bloated me so badly.
Fuck it, I think, realizing that my stomach is only getting more uncomfortably tight with time. Relieving some pressure will probably be a good thing. My hand stays gently splayed across my stomach as I open the shower curtain on one side and step part way out to lean over my sink. The sink is closer than the toilet, and easier to told onto. I bend over part way and feel the way the contents of my stomach shift. One small ripple of my gut and my mouth is open. I don't have to do any work, my stomach contracts and a gush of liquidy brown vomit surges out of my mouth and into the sink basin. I cough once, I burp a second time, my stomach heaves and sick flows out of me once more. I cough up a chunk of something, but I can't tell what. I hover over the basin for another few seconds. I'm not going to be sick again, so I return to my shower.
I'm feeling better, but my stomach is still somewhat firm. I'd eaten a good dinner, but that was a few hours ago. I hadn't been snacking too much tonight, nor did I think I'd consumed that much liquid. I tried to brush it off and continue my shower, but after another few minutes the tightness returns. I burp into my hand a few times. I'm careful as the loofah scrubs over my belly. I try to wash my legs without bending over. It's harder when washing my feet.
The belch that escaped me was long and continuous. A little bit of liquid came up. I stood up quickly, swallowing down the wave that was to come. I held my breath, I burped, it tasted like vomit in the back of my throat. I returned to my position over the sink, tongue heavily hanging limp in anticipation. My hands braced the sides of the sink as my stomach twitched, then rippled. I whimpered-an involuntary noise as my throat contracted and diaphragm pushed another warm, watery wave of vomit into my sink with so much force it filled the bottom of the basin and took a second to begin draining. There's a bit of food stuck in my throat. I cough and struggle to breathe for a moment, then another torrent of vomit comes up to dislodge it. I'm hunched over halfway, leaning most of my weight against my sink as I watch the drool from my tongue linger down the drain. I hiccup and spit up a few more mouthfuls of bile as I try and assess the situation at hand.
I can't possibly have more in me, so I return to finish my shower. I don't get sick again, but that familiar pressure and tightness had returned by the time I'd finished my shower and was drying off. I fell asleep on my side with a bin on the floor just in case.
Here's the audio of pt 2 to my last video on thisvid. Sorry no video of this one for tumblr, but I hope the audio makes up for it. What would you do if I got this sick before reaching the toilet?
I’m sooo lucky to be friends with you on thisvid so I don’t miss out on your videos but I feel so bad for others who won’t get the chance to watch you! Your page is by far the BEST one on the site
ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ Thank you so much, you're going to make me cryyyyy.
I still have requests I haven't accepted and I'm half tempted to just say fuck it and accept them all before it's over. I haven't really wanted my shit stolen but I sort of think its inevitable and with the threat of loss perhaps the archival benefits outweigh the risks. I certainly know there are videos I miss that have been lost over time. 🤷 idk chat what should I do?
more on the this vid shutting down the vomit category, do you or anyone else know why? i reread their statement like 6 times and im so lost
I don't think they're ever going to tell us outright why they are taking down certain content, but they certainly don't leave us in the dark entirely. On May 14th they wrote:
After extensive discussions with our legal, compliance, infrastructure, and business partners, we have been informed that certain categories of extreme content can no longer remain publicly available on ThisVid in their current form.
They then stated that they're faced with the options of phasing out content or risk the longevity of the site's ability to remain operational at all.
They don't have a choice. If they want to be able to keep the website at all, they need to do what they're doing. Why? Well, they're not going to tell us. But later in the same post they itterate:
We want to make one thing absolutely clear: this decision is based on legal and operational requirements.
Operational requirements is like funding and the logistics of site maintenance and upkeep, legal team, etc. They mention legal twice, which makes me think they're caught up in litigation and/or have already settled. The details of that we might never know, but whatever's happening is threatening their financial continuity.
Basically, they have to surrender or go broke fighting and they decided to keep as much of their community as they could. It sucks, but I can't blame them for it. I just hope that our community can find another platform, and, in due time I think we will.
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Can I ask, what are you gonna do (if anything) about this vid shutting down the vomit category??
Full honesty I have no idea just yet. I think the plan for the moment is to backup what I've got and wait to see what the next platform is...if another platform arrives? If not then.....shit dude I got no idea.
Idk about what, but you have a LOT of whatever you have 🤠I suggest something with a lot of liqiud either in the meal or in between bites! Like a rice dish but downing a bunch of water or milk in between bites so that it's easy to come back up if it so chooses 😉
I unfortunately did not get sick the other night, though I did have rice and soup and dumplings and water! I have been feeling just sort of heavy and gross the past several days. Today I went for a walk and my stomach just didn't feel right. I sat in the bathroom for a while afterwards wondering if I'd get sick, but didn't at first. It had been a while since I'd eaten or really drank anything, so I figured it'd be time to try drinking a few glasses of water and oh my GOD. My stomach's given me absolutely no warning and I think in the last few hours I've gotten everything from the last two days clean out of my system. I'm so thankful that I was already in the bathroom and close to the toilet when it happened, I could not imagine trying to clean that amount of vomit off the floor.
Thursday, 7:53am.
The morning is starting slow. Your alarm has gone off four or five times, dreading you out of a bleary comfort your pillows and duvet have afforded you. You have to get up, you have to put your feet on the floor and stand. You have thirty minutes to get presentable and leave before you're late for work. You have the same routine every morning, yet somehow you forget to take your meds three times before you finally remember. The aching dread that comes at the end of the week has begun to settle over you; you're less focused, drawn to scrolling on your phone while you bluster through your morning routine hazardously. You stayed up too late last night, you're regretting your decision. You don't want to go to work today, but you can't call in. Typical Thursday.
8:37am
You're running a little behind, but if you're lucky and don't hit too much traffic, you should be able to make it to work on time. You managed to make yourself a coffee and microwave breakfast burrito to eat on the way in. Your stomach growls and saliva pools under your tongue. You didn't eat quickly enough after taking your meds, the nausea starts to kick in. You cough a few times, swallow your spit down and pray. You force yourself to take a few large sips of your coffee, hoping that the calories from the creamer will be enough to settle your stomach. You start your car and take a bite of the burrito. It's the end bit, so it's mostly tortilla and a bit of egg. You try not to be disappointed as you back out of your parking spot and begin off to work.
8:58am
You're just in time for work. You won't have time to make it to your computer before 9:00, but you're on company property so you can clock in on your phone. You let yourself sit for a second before going inside. You're feeling restless; it's just anxiety about being late, your boss has been in a bad mood lately and you don't want to upset him. Your music on the way in was too loud, but the silence was even worse. Your breakfast burrito didn't actually heat through all the way and turned you off from the idea of eating entirely. Your coffee is too sweet, you poured too much creamer into it this morning, but you'll survive. You feel off, but you convince yourself that's just because you're tired.
12:23pm
You're exhausted, and you blame it on the stupid burrito. Your boring office job is exactly that, boring, but spending the day at a computer answering emails and redirecting phone calls was better than physical labor on days like today. Your stomach has been grumbling all day, but you're not really hungry, nothing sounds particularly good. You had a sleeve of graham crackers in your drawer at work, you've had a few this morning. They're good dipped in coffee, but both are rather dehydrating. Your favorite coworker came in with a big gulp full of nugget ice and gave you half. The cold water has been nice, but it's done little to solve how dry your mouth has been. You've made a cup of ramen for lunch, you're hoping that the warm and the salt will help you get through. Cup noodles aren't exactly your ideal lunch, but it's the least amount of effort and the least amount of chewing you can do, so you settle for it. You manage about half before your lunch break is over and you bin the remains.
2:00pm
You hate this meeting. You hate this meeting so much. This is the most this could have been an email meeting you've ever attended in your entire life. It's virtual, which is good you suppose because that restlessness from this morning is back. You can look composed on camera, but your feet are tapping and you're not sure what exactly is wrong. You're thankful that you don't have to do much talking in this meeting, but the ramen did little to fix the dry mouth situation. If anything all the sodium bloated you. You've been to the bathroom three times trying to get rid of some of it, but all the liquid remains sloshing around in your stomach. You stifle a burp behind your fist and try to concentrate.
4:45pm
Your boss left fifteen minutes ago, so you're going to leave fifteen minutes early. The sloshing in your stomach hasn't gone away, and you're too embarrassed to ask a coworker for antacid. You want to get out of here early, try to get home before the traffic gets too horrible. You just want to go lie down.
5:20pm
You toe your shoes off as you lean against your door because you know that if you bent over right now you might be sick. The last ten minutes of your drive have been stressful, your stomach hasn't been enjoying the stop and go of traffic. You've been trying to keep it settled with breathing and small sips of your cold water, but your burps have been getting wetter and wetter. The three flights of stairs up to your apartment have done little to settle your stomach, and you are so thankful that you've made it home before getting any worse. You make your way to your bedroom and get out of your uncomfortable work clothes in exchange for your largest and most comfortable pajamas. You feel another burp ripple up through your chest, but your hand springs to your mouth when your stomach heaves. The back of your throat is cold, water unsettled from the drive home. You know things aren't going to get better, you make your way to the bathroom.
You settle onto the bathroom floor, a shiver running up your spine as you lift the toilet seat lid up. You run your hand over your bloated stomach and the groan that leaves your mouth is involuntary. You burp once, twice, three times. They're wet, but have no power. Your stomach gurgles under your hand, that shiver returns. You burp again, deeper this time. You're nearly sick, but nothing more than some spit comes out. You wonder how long it will be before your stomach finally gives way. The restlessness has not left you all afternoon, you know you need to stay planted but you're itching to move. Your hands run along your stomach as you hover in front of the toilet bowl, trying your best to relieve your aching stomach of the gas that's been building. It hurts, you moan. You burp once more, wetter, and the liquid in your throat doesn't choke off or leave. You can't cough, so you heave, and a torrent of cold water splashes down into the toilet below you. You try to catch your breath, but a bubble of air has rolled from your belly button and up through your esophagus. You burp, and more liquid erupts and splashes below you as your stomach heaves twice.
You try to catch your breath, but the contents of your stomach have shifted. The pressure in your chest is trying to keep your throat closed. There is a pressure growing in your stomach, your hand along its side can feel the way the liquids don't seen to slosh anymore, but stand ready for expulsion. You gulp down a breath of air, you burp. There is silence where you're waiting for a breath, but the pressure in your stomach has grown and it has won. You heave once, then twice. There's noodles in this one.
You have a moment to catch your breath. You're able to fill your lungs for the price of a belch, but a harmless one. Dry, forceful, and short, you hope they help regain balance in your stomach, but after only two or three belches liquid found their way up. You burp up a mouthful, your tongue dangling with drool. You think you've cured your dry mouth from all this morning before your stomach retches and forces out more than you knew had been inside of it. You struggle to catch your breath and force up a few smaller waves as you try and clear your throat. Your stomach aches, and you try to settle. You haven't eaten much today, there is no way you can have any more in your stomach to vomit up. Still, you're not confident enough to leave your position in the bathroom yet.
You feel weak, hot and cold at the same time, and you know that even though it made no sense, more was to come. You burp, and your stomach retches some more liquid up. You wonder when this was from, how it got here. It's warm and a little bitter, but it doesn't hurt your throat in the way coffee or bile would. You breathe heavy and your stomach gurgles again. You put your hand on your stomach and feel how unsettled it is. You begin to burp, and you can not stop. One after the other, you're choking on them and then another torrent of vomit, followed by a second so powerful your face is halfway down the toilet bowl. You breathe, you heave, you spit into the bowl. You're a little bit dizzy, but as you breathe and steady yourself, you feel as though the worst of it might be over.
You spend several more minutes on the floor of your bathroom making sure your stomach was truly finished, and you begin to feel much better. You wonder what had kept it so upset in the first place.
2:36am
The ripple that tears its way through your gut is both an auditory warning of what's to come and a pain that sends you curled into yourself. Your body feels heavy, as does your stomach. You took it easy last night, you ate soft foods-mashed potatoes and some pasta. You drank water, you took it slow. You were feeling fine tonight. Throwing up earlier had really helped, but now you're not so certain that assessment was accurate. Your stomach feels hard, and it flinches when you run your fingers along it. Your feet spring to action, you know you don't have much time and you'd rather not get sick in your bed or on your floor. You feel your throat trying to open up, prepare itself for the sick that will be making its way up momentarily. You try not to think about it too much, you settle onto the bathroom floor again.
Things are quiet. For several seconds things are quiet as you hover in the darkness over the bowl of your toilet. Your stomach hangs heavy, though it continues to twitch, trying to heave itself higher. Your mouth hangs open and you let out a little whine. Your stomach contracts, and several waves of sick force themselves out of you. You settle, but only momentarily. Your stomach heaves again, and more sick spews out of you without you having much say in the matter. You hope it will be over soon, you hope it will make you feel better.
You heave two more times. Your stomach hurts. You throw up again, but it's forced, a mouthful of half digested mush forcing its way upwards. A deep burp forces its way up, and with it a thick stream of carb heavy sick. You burp again, you retch some more, you try and catch your breath. Your stomach heaves and forces more spit up. Your brow is sweaty, your legs are weak. You lie down on the floor, you appreciate how cold it is. You think perhaps spending the night here would be a good idea.
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Burnout whump my beloved; make your character physically and mentally exhausted from a cycle they can't escape. Bury your whumpee in so much stress and pressure they don't realize they're Not Okay until they're on the brink of a nervous breakdown. Give them literal illness from the idea of having to do it again tomorrow! Take away their ability to cope and self-regulate! Give them existential, resigned hopelessness at the neverending exhaustion and malaise!
Most importantly, make sure they feel so ashamed they refuse to rest or tell anyone. This ensures that eventually, they'll crash and burn so hard everyone will realize how bad it's gotten, maximizing hurt/comfort potential.
I'm so incredibly burnt out that I'm putting it to use, at least. I feel ill.
I want to have someone who would encourage me to eat all day. Praise me for each bite, push me a little bit further with tender touches and words of praise. I want someone to be in control, someone I can trust to care for me, who can keep me fed and ensure I don't need to think or worry for anything.
I want to be told I'm doing well, as I'm struggling to swallow each bite. I want a hand to squeeze against my bloated belly, reminding me of how full it is, and how dangerous it currently is to play with. I want gentle hands along my chin, guiding my gaze upwards as I lower to my knees, the last view I'll have of them for a moment. I want to be told I'm pretty before they step behind me and lower to my level.
I want to feel their thigh press between my legs, hands gripping my hips and bringing me closer to them, giving me permission to grind along their thigh. I want to feel their hands along my stomach, between my legs, along my chest, up my neck, in my mouth. I want to feel their embrace around me as I pant, squirming hard against them. I want to feel their breath on the back of my neck, hear their praise rumble from behind my ear.
I want to feel them close to me as I struggle to swallow, their chest against my back and their hands around my stomach as my tongue hangs between my lips and I struggle to breathe. I want to be told to let it out onto the floor, or on myself, of in a bin, or in the toilet. I want to be held close and praised each time I gag and spew and overwhelming bloat of partially digested gluttony. I want to soak their thigh completely, I want to make a mess.
I want to be turned around and shushed when they think I'm done. I want to be held in their lap, my head on their shoulder and their arms around me as they tell me how good I did. Their hands cup my cheeks and bring a glass of water to my lips - or maybe it's milk, or soda, or something else completely. I drink it quickly, and it comes right back up and all over us.
I want to ride them, facing them with their hands on my stomach. I want the motion of the action to upset my stomach, force more vomit up my throat and onto us. I want an orgasm like I've never had before.
I want to be told I was good, I want to be held while we both come down from the high. I want to be showered, and I want to get sick once or twice while we do so. I want to curl up with them and take a nap, fucked and fed and dreaming of the next time we can do it again.
My stomach has been feeling sort of off all day. I assumed it was because it had been a busy day and I'd had a lot of coffee today. I found myself relaxing around dinner time and my stomach still felt off. I tried to ignore it, but when I found myself wanting to gag I started to realize there was a problem. I hadn't eaten in a while, though, and no matter how much I gagged nothing would really come up. I decided to chug some water and boy did it work. My stomach felt so bloated, I couldn't grab the bin quick enough!
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Nauseous and sick until dry heaving. Thought that drinking more water would help (because it's better to throw up something than nothing at all). It definitely worked...
Painful, but sort of fun ngl
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