A 20 year old teen who's writing for her kink! (Yes, I still consider myself a teenager) WARNING| Kink requires: Stomachaches, hunger and more! If these make you uncomfortable, turn back! Before it's too late! Mwa ha ha ha!
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Characters:
Hayden! A flirty dork who likes to eat. He has shoulder length blonde hair and is a part time barista. He is dating...
Marie! A feisty detective, who tends to forget lunch. Her hair is short and black, making her a brunette.
Johnny! Is a pleasant teacher who sometimes overdoes it with his favorite food. But he's married and head over hills for...
Melanie! A total sweetie pie, who loves sweets. But she avoids Icecream due to her lactose intolerance. She also loves Johnny just as much.
Zee! He's a badass under cover scientist who likes any type of noodle. He has orange hair and a sister who tends to use him as a guinea pig. He's engaged to...
Faith! A stoic and sleepy woman who works in a big company. Her hair is a dark purple and she tends to eat out alot.
Jen! She's a socially awkward CEO who pretty much hates all humans. Needless to say, she uses door dash at ton.
Seal! A tall chill guy who works right under Jen. He's handsome and has light brown hair. Everything is perfect except his stomach.
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“Guess what?”
“What?”
“I’m getting married today.”
Madix chuckled lowly in his throat as he smoothed out the shoulders on Dakota’s navy-blue suit. He straightened his best friend’s collar, running his hands down the silken fabric so that the lapels lay flat against his chest. “Shoot, I have plans today. I can’t make it.”
“The betrayal!” Dakota dramatically swooned and grabbed his chest. Their hands touched, making them both sober up. Dakota held Madix’s hand firmly. He sniffled—the first signs of tears of the day. “Thank you, Mads. Everything looks great.”
“Oh, you’re not ready yet,” Madix said, rummaging in the suitcase he had packed for the day.
The wedding hall had private rooms for the couple to get ready separately. Blair was no doubt being pampered and kissed in the room next door. He could hear soft laughter coming through the wall. It was only 9am and already the air was alive with excitement. It was going to be a dizzying day full of movement. Madix tried to steady his shaking hands as he pinned a flower boutonnière onto Dakota’s breast. In fashion with a December wedding, the flowers were white as snow with red berries as the accent. Pine green leaves added a touch of nature as well.
“Are you nervous?” Madix asked, feeling Dakota’s chest rise and fall with each breath.
“No,” Dakota said simply. “I’ve been waiting for this my whole life. Nothing has ever felt more right.”
“Gosh, Kota, we’re not supposed to cry yet.” Madix wiped his eyes. He also wiped his palms on his pants. He wore a grey suit, similar to Dakota’s blue one, with less adornments. Sweat seemed to gather in every crevice of the outfit.
Dakota watched his friend anxiously scan the room. Madix finally took a good deep breath when he put the rings in his pocket. Next, he grabbed the cufflinks off the dresser. “You nervous?”
Madix sighed and wiped the sweat off his brow. “Maybe a bit stressed. I want everything to go well for you.” Butterflies fluttered in his stomach. He didn’t expect to have so many nerves on a day that wasn’t even his own. He regretted eating such a large breakfast at the hotel. An odd ache settled in the pit of his belly that he knew wouldn’t go away until Dakota and Blair kissed.
When Madix finished attaching the cufflinks, Dakota grabbed his hands once more, momentarily taken aback by their clamminess. “Relax, Maddy. It doesn’t have to be perfect. I appreciate all that you’ve done up to this point. I love you.”
“I love you too.” Madix tried to shake off the growing sense of nausea. “Let’s make you a married man.”
…
Large windows covered the entire back wall of the wedding hall. Madix thanked mother nature for providing the fluffiest snowfall. There were no harsh winter winds or grey skies—only sunshine that danced between soft snowflakes.
He stood at the end of the aisle with Dakota, Riley, and Dakota’s sister Logan. Logan wore a feminine grey suit that matched the rest of the groomsmen. In the first row of seats, Dakota’s father couldn’t take his eyes off his son. The two generations tapped on their legs in anticipation. Dakota’s smile grew bigger and bigger as his soon-to-be bride was about to walk down the aisle.
The music changed, and then Blair emerged wearing winter itself.
Arm in arm with her father, Blair made the fateful walk towards Dakota. Her long white dress trailed behind her, tracking red flower petals that the young flower girl had dropped. Intricate lace covered her arms in a flurry of patterns. The bouquet of reds, greens, and white matched Dakota’s boutonnière. And her smile! Her smile matched Dakota’s as well. It was as if their joy drew them together. Madix smirked as Dakota bounced on his feet.
Her platinum blond hair fell over her shoulders in a snowfall. She radiated warmth despite the arctic aesthetic. Her skin held a candle-like glow. Her eyes shone as if bouncing back the light from the flickering fireplace.
And then the handkerchief came out. Dakota dabbed his eyes lightly at first. Finally, when she stood next to him, he couldn’t help the flood of tears. A queen stood before him. His queen.
Blair took his hands. “Hi baby,” she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion.
Dakota let out a shaky laugh. “Hi, oh my god, Bee. You look—you look beautiful.” He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t find the words. His eyes remained glassy for the rest of the ceremony, filled with tears of joy. He imagined that he was looking through a snow globe, seeing only one perfect dream for the rest of his life.
As ceremonies go, this one was short and to the point.
Neither Dakota nor Blair was terribly religious, but a bit of Blair’s mother managed to squeeze into the officiant’s speech. Yes, it spoke of everlasting love, faithfulness, and the love of God. But it also spoke of evergreen trees, with their unwavering steadiness in the face of harsh winds. It spoke of growth and new beginnings, with the officiant playing off the chilly weather outside to mark a contrast between winter and spring. Dakota and Blair’s life as a married couple would move through the seasons, with all its ups and downs. Whether sun or rain, they would have each other to find shelter and peace in.
Madix’s vision grew blurry, but not because of tears. He swayed on his feet, feeling a wave of vertigo wash over him. His heart thudded loud in his chest. Trying his hardest to keep his expression neutral, he bit the side of his cheek to keep the nausea from showing on his face.
For possibly the tenth time, he wiped the sweat from his forehead. At the same time, he shivered as if there were no window blocking out the winter weather. He knew that being hot and cold at once wasn’t a good sign. Nothing happening in his body was a good sign—not the churning in his belly, nor the aches in his muscles. What started out as nerves seemed to be revealing itself as something more. Madix swallowed thickly, forcing down a nauseous burp.
The ceremony only had a few more beats to hit. He could make it. He would not pass out, even though he wanted so badly to lean back against Riley who stood behind him. It looked like he’d be carrying a secret with him that day—a heavy secret that sat like grease in his tummy.
Madix forced himself to pay attention when Dakota and Blair said their vows.
Dakota went first. He pulled a paper out of his pocket and unfolded it with steady hands. He smiled at Blair, getting lost in her soft gaze until he realized that he needed to speak the words out loud.
“Blair, Bee. I love you so fucking much. I couldn’t think of a better way to start this because writing is not my strong suit.” Dakota let out a shaky laugh, finding the right rhythm for his speech. He held the paper, though never looked down at the words. “I wish you could see through my eyes so that you’d understand that you are my entire world. I look at you when I make a joke to see if it made you laugh. I look at you when I’m scared and overwhelmed because you make me feel grounded. I look at you and I see my future. In your eyes, I see comfort and unconditional love. You put up with all my ramblings and my childish sense of humour. You help slow the world down when my brain is going too fast. I get to appreciate your beauty, your confidence, and your kindness in real time. I hope our lives together move slow so that I can spend an eternity loving you the way you deserve.”
Tears like icicles fell onto Blair’s rosy cheeks. She mumbled a quick ‘I love you’ under her breath before taking out her own cue cards.
“Dakota,” she began, wiping her eyes with a tissue, “you’re my favourite person to be around because I can be myself in its entirety. With you I can be vulnerable, and messy, and imperfect. It’s a gift to be able to hold someone who knows and loves every bit of your soul. You’ve always encouraged me to chase my dreams, and this is me chasing my forever dream. Our careers may change, our health may waver, but my heart will never change. It will forever be yours. I vow to always laugh at your jokes, to stand by you in times of sorrow, and to lift you up just as you have done for me. Today I get to marry my favourite person, and I can’t wait another second.”
After a few more words from the officiant, Madix was finally admitting to himself that his unease would not go away even when his best friend was well and truly married. He felt all the joy and love in his heart after hearing their vows, but that did not stop him from feeling other, less pleasant sensations, elsewhere in his body.
Dakota and Blair were oblivious to anything that wasn’t each other—as they should be! They allowed themselves to get lost in the eyes of their partner. They held hands, wearing their giddy smiles while they exchanged ‘I do’s’.
With snow falling in the background and candles aglow around them, Dakota and Blair shared their first kiss as husband and wife.
…
Cocktail hour and photo ops was the worst part of the day for Madix. He held back while his best friends ventured outside to take pictures in the snow. Eventually he would need to join the wedding party in the cold for group pictures, but he took a second to himself to hide in the bathroom. He wandered upstairs where the private bathroom would give him the necessary privacy to wallow in his misery.
He was going to ruin the goddamn pictures with his forced smile and baggy eyes. His face was the colour of January slush. The lights in the bathroom buzzed in his brain. He groaned and leaned against the sink as a burp rumbled up his chest. His stomach was a blizzard of nausea, swirling with half-digested food.
This was the beginning of something bad. He was sick and he knew it. He prayed that he could hide it until the end of the night. Out of all the days in the year, this one was certainly the worst one to make a big deal about his own feelings. Dakota and Blair didn’t deserve this on their wedding day.
Madix debated telling Riley that he was sick, but he decided against it for many reasons. Besides the obvious, Riley would likely insist that Madix be honest with Dakota and Blair. They’re your friends. They will understand. Well, Madix didn’t want them to understand; he wanted them to be none the wiser and go about their special day without worry.
Madix stayed in the bathroom, forcing down burps, until he had to take pictures. He avoided hugs and handshakes as much as he could. He also avoided the appetizers and drinks. His breakfast seemed to be cooperative about staying down, but he knew that wouldn’t be the case if he tried to eat anything else. Though the vertigo was ever-present, he never dared touching the food.
The staff members turned the ceremony hall into the dinner hall, swapping out the rows of chairs with circular tables. Deep reds and forests greens gave the room a mature and relaxed vibe. As the day progressed, the moon replaced the sun in the large windows.
Dakota and Blair had their first dance, swaying slowly like trees blowing in the wind. Blair’s dress created a halo around their feet as they spun on the dance floor.
Madix watched until he couldn’t. He missed seeing Blair dance with her father and then missed Blair dancing with Dakota’s dad. He wanted to stay for it all, but the nausea was too great. His head swam and his tummy gurgled. Madix made some excuse to Riley and quickly fled the hall.
His stomach was done being kind.
He jogged to the private bathroom in the groom’s room, thankful that he had access to these parts of the building.
Madix moaned as he dropped to his knees in front of the toilet. He held his aching belly as it whined. A gurgling burp escaped past his lips, dripping saliva into the bowl.
After a long time of gagging and spitting, he suddenly felt his stomach lurch. His shoulders rolled forward with a deep retch that came from the pit of his guts. Thick vomit splattered into the toilet. His belly gave another squeeze. He moaned as more sick gushed from his mouth.
Ten minutes later, his hands were shaking and his nose burned with acid. He cleaned himself up, splashed water on his face, and returned to the party.
Dinner was served to every table by this point. He had missed a lot. He let out a deep exhale and shook out his wrists to release the build-up of tension in his bones.
At the head table, Dakota and Blair chatted with relatives who came to say hi. Madix tried to inconspicuously take his spot next to Dakota without prompting anyone to notice his absence.
“Madix, where’d you go?” Dakota said loudly, turning to his friend. “Riley got you a plate of food.” He swung his arm over the back of his chair. “I feel like I haven’t seen you all day.”
“You’re very popular today, Kota,” Madix said, trying to sound light. “I wanted to give you space to talk to family.”
“Yeah, it’s crazy. I don’t know who half these people are.” Dakota looked down at the untouched food. He slid the plate closer to his friend. “Eat. You look pale.” Dakota got distracted by a relative coming up to say kind words, but he eventually turned his attention back to Madix who was only stabbing at the grilled chicken with his fork. He looked contemplative for a moment before saying, “Are you alright? You seem off.”
Madix shrugged. “I’m good. There’s just lots going on. Lots of talking and music.”
“You got a headache? Blair has ibuprofen.” Before he could say anything, Dakota spun around to ask Blair for meds.
Blair reached across her new husband to hand Madix two pills. “Hope these help, Mads, because we have a good playlist lined up for tonight.” She held onto his hand for longer than necessary, noticing his flushed cheeks. “You can step outside if it’s too hot in here.”
“I might do that actually.”
“But be back in time for speeches!” Blair said excitedly.
Fuck. His speech…
Madix pretended to go outside, but he just snuck back to the bathroom, hoping he could throw up one more time before he had to talk to a room full of strangers. His stomach made all sorts of noises. He hung his head over the toilet, letting stringy saliva fall into the water. He belched and hiccupped but nothing more. It caused a great sense of dread to build in his body, knowing he was at the mercy of an unpredictable stomach bug.
Fuck it, he said, preparing to get his speech over and done with. After that, there’d be just dancing that he didn’t mind missing.
Blair’s sister got up to the podium first, talking about the role model that Blair was. Being a teenager, she made the room laugh with her slang and fresh jokes.
His own speech was printed on cue cards that surely would be drenched in sweat inside his pocket. He pulled out the damp paper, wondering if steam was curling off his head.
Madix plastered on a smile and stepped up to the podium. Dakota and Blair smiled at him expectantly with their arms wrapped around each other.
He cleared his throat, remembering the taste of vomit as it clung to his oesophagus. “Dakota…you’ve been my best friend since high school…and now you’ve given me a new person to laugh with, care for, and make memories with. I love Blair as much as I love you, perhaps a little more because” —Madix paused, feeling a burp rising to his mouth. He pressed a fist to his lips, suppressing the belch before it could escape— “because she has never called me in the middle of the night asking for an emergency condom. She has never wrapped my entire desk, including my pencils, in aluminum foil…”
Madix was sure he had prepared a third example of the ridiculous things that Dakota had done to him over the years, but he couldn’t remember what it was. He UMMed and left awkward silences in this speech until he decided to skip over it.
This was not going well. His voice was robotic, and his posture was crap as he tried to ease the ache in his belly by leaning forward. He couldn’t rub his stomach behind the podium because Dakota and Blair sat nearly in line with where he stood.
Madix skipped over much of his speech. He would have to give Dakota the script for it some other time because they really did have great memories, but he couldn’t bring himself to stand there for much longer. He wondered if the microphone was picking up the sick gurgles that came from his stomach. God, he hoped not. It was making so much noise, and of course now he felt like he could throw up. Now, with everyone staring at him—with Dakota and Blair waiting for him to finish his speech—now, his belly was ready to give up.
His jaw was growing heavier, and he had to swallow an absurd amount of saliva. He hiccupped and blushed, realizing that people must think he was drunk. Finish the fucking speech. He raised his glass, “To Dakota and Blair, I hope you annoy each other now, instead of the rest of us. To Blair, I hope you know that you can come to me just as you would your best friend, because that’s what I’ll be for you as long as you love Dakota.”
Madix forced himself to drink the champaign. The bubbles angered his belly enough to make him gag so he quickly covered his mouth and left the podium.
He couldn’t do all that without giving his friends hugs, so he walked into Dakota’s open arms. Dakota mumbled something vaguely funny in his ear then kissed him on the cheek.
He hugged Blair next. She too whispered in his ear, “Thank you, Madix. I love you.”
“I love you, Bee.”
She broke away from the hug but held onto his arm, watching his face closely. Madix squirmed under her gaze, imagining that his expression gave away his secret. Maybe it did. He mumbled something about going to the bathroom. Luckily Blair’s parents were meant to give the last speech, so she didn’t say anything to him as he left.
Madix’s stomach gurgled ominously. It churned beneath his hand as he half-ran to the same bathroom that he’d been using all day. His knees, now bruised from before, felt the pain of landing on the cold tile once more.
With his hands gripped tightly to the toilet, he let out the sick belch that he’d been holding for the entire speech. It burst from his mouth, bringing with it a flood of acid that burned the back of his throat.
The rippling water made him dizzy and lightheaded. His poor tummy turned itself inside out.
A torrent of sick rushed past his lips. He felt the chunks of food on his tongue, making him gag even more. Another heave, and he filled the bowl with more brown sludge.
This was the moment that Blair appeared in the open doorway. As soon as the speeches were done, she snuck away to check on Madix. It wasn’t difficult to find him, given the harsh sounds of vomiting.
The door to the groom’s room was closed, but Madix had not shut the bathroom door, thinking that no one would come into the adjoining room. She closed the door behind her and pouted at the sick boy on the floor.
“Oh, Madix, hon,” she cooed, stepping into the large bathroom. She crouched next to him and placed a hand on his back. He shuddered at her touch. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
He couldn’t say a word because his belly spasmed again. This time, tears of exertion and sadness leaked from his eyes. She touched him so gently that he couldn’t help but mumble her name. He hadn’t realized that someone else’s presence would feel so good. “Blair…Ugh, I’m so sorry.”
She shushed him. “No, don’t say that. You have nothing to be sorry for.” She brushed his damp hair back from his face. “Oh, you’re really sick, aren’t you?”
He nodded and leaned back against the wall. “Please don’t tell Dakota. It’s just a stomach bug.”
Blair made a tsking noise at the foolish boy. “Honey, look at you. You’re delirious if you think I’m going to let you go on like this.” She placed her palm on his forehead. “And you’re burning up. Dakota will want to bring you back to the hotel.”
Madix wanted to cry more, but he had no more fluid left in his body.
“Don’t move.” Blair stood up and dusted off her dress. “We’re going to help you, you stubborn man.”
Blair found her husband chatting with his father at one of the empty tables. Most everyone was dancing. Dakota swayed to the music, listening to his father tell a story.
She put a hand on his shoulder. “Sorry to interrupt. Babe, can I talk to you, please?”
Dakota followed Blair into the hallway where it was quiet. He held her hand and giggled as if they were going somewhere to make out. He sobered up when he saw her face. “What’s wrong?”
“Your best man is an idiot.”
“Only occasionally. What did he do?”
Blair pinched the bridge of her nose. “He’s really sick. He didn’t want to tell you, so he’s hiding in the bathroom.”
A confused frown brought Dakota’s brows together. His expression softened as he begun to think back. “Oh gosh, he is an idiot.”
“Would you talk some sense into him?” It was not a question. “I’ll talk to Riley and tell him what’s happening.”
…
Madix had resigned to sleeping on the floor, which is how Dakota found him. He pouted at the sight of his ashen complexion.
“Mads, what the heck is this? Did you get drunk without me?” Dakota said, trying to add humour into his voice. With a groan, he lowered himself to the floor. He touched Madix’s shoulder. “Hey, you with me, buddy?”
In a small voice, Madix mumbled, “Please don’t be mad.”
Dakota shook his head in disbelief. “You’re such a fool. How could I be mad?” He rubbed his hand over Madix’s back as he rambled. “I suppose I could be upset that you spent the whole day lying to me. I could be upset that you didn’t let me help you before it got this bad.” Dakota just sighed. “Oh well, whatchu gonna do?”
They sat in silence for a moment while Dakota loosened the tie around Madix’s neck. He puttered around the bathroom, flushing the toilet and wetting a cloth to wipe Madix’s face. He then knelt in front of him. “Time to sit up, Maddy.”
Madix did as he was told, feeling his face unpeel from the floor. He groaned from the effort it took to move. His eyes were half shut when he finally looked at Dakota. “Did you have a good day at least?”
“Yes, I did. I married my best friend.”
“We got married?” Madix slurred, letting a playful smile tug at his lips.
Dakota chuckled. “You’ve been demoted, buddy…Nah, I’m just kidding, you’ll always be my best friend.” With gentle movements, Dakota washed the sick and sweat off Madix’s face. “God, that’s some fever. Here, let me take off your jacket.”
They started the day with Madix dressing the groom and ended it with Dakota helping his best man out of his fever-soaked clothes.
It's been awhile since I've posted or been active on this channel and I...been wondering if I should delete it. I have ideas, but I don't know if they're ready for tumblr.
What should I do?
Keep going and pick up this October🥧
Shut it down and give time limit to for others to repost📄
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• Jen sighed. Her stomach is still growling. And it was all Cooper's fault. He was pulling on her hair all night, making her wake up late and rush out. She loved her dog to death, but sometimes he can make her so mad.
• GrrrRRRggg...!
• Man, she hates being hungry. (She hates anything that has to with the organ) You feel weird. You get cranky. And your insides makes weird noises. Jen sighed. She could order out, but the thought of something oily for breakfast made her stomach turn.
• Not a pastry either, that would drain her before the day even got started. Maybe, she could head home and make something real quick. French toast would really hit the spot...
• URRRGGG~!
• Shocked, the CEO hugged her middle. It still rumbled, but thankfully, lower this time. She sighed. As much as she did wanna head home, she couldn't. She had a meeting in 20.
• "Dammit..."
• She muttered. Darn her squishy faced pug, making her miss breakfast. It's completely throwing her off. There's always lunch, but... that's a 12. It's 9 now. She has secret stashes of candy, but that would make a terrible breakfast.
• "Ms. Coleman."
• She jumped and turned around. It was just Damian. (Her future successor)
• "Ah, Damian,"
• Jen straightened her self up.
• "I thought I told you to knock."
• He shrugged.
• "Must of forgotten."
• She snickered. Cheeky brat.
• "Anyway, brought some forms you need to sign."
• Of course. A manager can never stay still. As her protege fumbled to get the papers, she was reminded of the emptiness inside her. Her stomach rumbled lowly, bringing back up the subject of breakfast.
• Grrrrr...
• Jen mentally shushed it. It would be SO embarrassing if Damian heard her stomach talking. He'd ask if she was eating enough. Just like her mom! She cleared her throat.
• "Dami-"
• "Did you know Mr. Seal finally got help for his indigestion?"
• Wait? Seal had indigestion? Is that why he used a bunch of his vacation days? He doesn't hate her!? ...Not that she cares or anything.
• "That's interesting."
• She mumbled. Damien beamed.
• "And he treated me to steak yesterday!"
• Annnd the conversation conveniently went to food. Crap.
• "You should been there of been there!"
• "The meat was sooo tender and juicy! And the sides-"
• And, like the foodie he is, he's giving her the run down of his meal yesterday. Of course. Normally, she loves to hear his food rambles, it's help her get work done. But now, it's just angering her stomach. Grumbles riled up inside her, making her worry the sound might escape. If she could just get rid of the boy.
• "And the mac and cheese was absolutely beautiful."
• "It was all cheesy and gooey,"
• Her stomach clenched, grumbling at the thought.
• Rrrrgglll...!
• She shot up from her seat and cleared her throat loudly.
• "Damien,"
• "Can you grab Adam for me?"
• He blinked.
• "Uh, okay."
• He turned on his heels and walked out. The CEO sighed. That was close. Darn her protege and his delicious descriptions of food. Once again, her belly squirmed against her pencil skirt.
• Grrrrglll...rrrrlll~!
• She sighed deeply, as growls filled the room. The moment the meeting is finished, she's getting a croissant sandwich from the gas station. Her stomach's gonna start cramping soon. (And get bubbly)
• GrrRRRrrr~!
• Hopefully, she'll be able to make it through the meeting.
• "So I'm guessing you're crabby cause you're hungry?"
• Adam said, as he walked beside his boss. Jen nodded with a grunt. He chuckled.
• "I told you,"
• "You should just let me dog sit Cooper."
• She scoffs. No way, he wouldn't give him back.
• "Just at night?"
• "No."
• As much as she doesn't wanna admit it, she's super paranoid when it comes to her pug is around other people. They're so many dog snatchers in the world. Who's to say Adam isn't secretly one.
• "Alright, fine. But I have some tips on making your dogs tired."
• She nodded and he opened the door for her. Time for the meeting.
• Rrrrummmblll~!
• Subtlety, she rubbed her stomach. This meeting was going BAD. The moment she walked in, she was hit with the sweet smell of brownies and donuts. Apparently, Bethany made this meeting a mini potluck and everybody brought a baked good. She would've grabbed something, but she didn't want her employees to see her eat....What? It's a rational insecurity.
• Anywho, she settled on a coffee. Little did she know it would make the situation a thousand times worse.
• GrrRRRrrrlll~! Grrrgg...
• It didn't just not quench her hunger. It made her stomach churn and gurgle. Making it known that she digesting the caffeinated beverage. Luckily, Otis (52 year old sales manager) talks pretty loud, so she's in the clear. ...For now.
• "Ms. Coleman."
• She jumped and looked over. It was Bethany.
• "Are you okay?"
• "You look kinda angry."
• Jen cleared her throat.
• "I'm fine, thanks for asking."
• That's one thing people always tell her. 'You look kinda angry' She usually isn't. She just frowns when she's focusing. And right now, she's focusing keeping her darn stomach quiet!
• "Alrighty, Colette. Your turn."
• Otis barked. Jen silently panicked as the pink haired employee walked to the front. You can still hear her, but her voice is still pretty soft.
• Her insides grumbled quietly, reminding her coffee wasn't enough. She can handle it though. It's only 20 minutes left. She'd just has to finally focus on the presentation. Suddenly, she was accosted by the chocolatey aroma of a brownie.
• The CEO twitched and looked around. It was Otis! Dang it, she forgot he likes to heat up chocolate stuff. And he has a stack of 'em... A prolonged growl shook inside her belly, threatening to come out. Her eyes flicked to the clock. 16 minutes left. She can handle it!
• 5 minutes later...
• Jen's guts were rebelling hard. Grumbling ever couple seconds, cramping at different times, and trying to add nausea. Like, what the hell! It's like it's going crazy because it's so little time left. She only had 11 minutes left.
• Suddenly, her stomach churned. The coffee move as well. A bubbly, growl squeezed out.
• GrrrRRR~!
• Her blood ran cold. She could feel it. A big one was coming! She checked her watch. 7 minutes. Come on, Colette! Her insides are gonna blow soon!
• "And finally, I'd like to thank Ms. Coleman,"
• The blonde said, sweetly.
• "For hearing us out and letting use this meeting room."
• Jen's stomach squelched, getting ready to interject.
• Urrrgg...
• She forced a smile. 5 minutes.
• "Does anyone have any have closing statements,"
• PLEASE, no one have any closing statements!
• Rrrrwlll...!
• Almost there!
• "Ms. Coleman?"
• She froze. All eyes were on her. She didn't know what to say. She was so busy with her with her empty bread basket, that she didn't pay attention. She cleared her throat.
• "Um,"
• Her stomach bubbled furiously under the skin. Crap, what was she gonna do?!
• Suddenly, the smoke alarm sounded. Nearly making everyone's ears bleed. The door opened.
• "Everyone clear out!"
• It was Seal! Wait...was there actually any fire? Everyone raced outta the room, including Jen. After it shut off, (cause it was "false" alarm) she felt exhausted. She's tired. She almost had a panic attack. And her ears hurt. A painful grumble emitted from her stomach.
• Grrrglll...!
• "Hungry?"
• She jumped and turned. Oh great, it's her handsome assistant. Seal. She wrapped her arms around her belly.
• "Don't worry, I didn't actually hear anything."
• "Adam told me"
• She covered her face, now feeling super embarrassed.
• ''And before you freak out, he just noticed your mannerism changed."
• "Oh."
• Silence settled in between the two. Ah! She has to say something before her stomach does. She cleared her throat.
• "So what do need, Montgomery?"
• (That's Seal's last name)
• He snickered.
• "To take you out."
• Jen blushed. She must've looked pissed because he changed his tune.
• "Just because you're hungry"
• "It's not a date or anything."
• She cursed in her head. Dang it, why didn't she just say yes? She wouldn't mind if it was a date
• "Okay then."
• She replied, trying to sound nonchalant. Seal smiled and took her hand.
• "I know the perfect steakhouse we can go to."
• Out of nowhere, her stomach snarled loudly.
• GRRRRRRRGGGG~!
• Glllll...!
• Jen quickly hugged her growling midsection.
• "Woah, girl,"
• Seal joked.
• "We're gonna eat soon."
I was originally supposed to post this before the Fall stress outs, but it's here and waiting! This one was fun and I'm glad I added a few other characters. (And Seal.) Hopefully they'll show up again.
I'm gonna start adding the after effect. Like scat and emeto. I admit it's gonna feel a little odd a first but writing Zee puking was kinda liberating. So those are officially off the maybe list.
Number two
Tummy movement will also be added. I'm not a huge vore fan, but I always appreciated the animal/person squirming within. Trust me, the way I'll describe it will be worth it.
Number three
Post some actual characters with stomach aches. I didn't wanna do this at first, since I thought it'd be embarrassing. But, my mind has changed. (...I think.)
And finally...
Number four
Add a new couple. After I complete 2 full cycles of stories for my current couples, a new one's coming. I already have a plan.
Thank ANYONE who lent a listening ear. 'Till we meet again~
My brain: "Hey, look at that guy's gut."
Me: "Uh—"
My brain: "Pretty hot, huh? You think he's hungry rn??"
Me: "Um, I uh—"
My brain: "Do you think it goes grroOOAAaaaRrr at random, or those constant rumblings like gurrrrnnggrrngnglrngr?"
Me: "STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP I'M IN PUBLIC—"
My brain: "Haha lol"
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Ooh a formal invitation for moi? I accept! And I kinda want to be a trickster 😈 Could you write a sequel to the fic where Zee is turned on by his upset stomach. Faith does end up "comforting" him but during the comfort he starts to feel really sick from the big breakfast and pukes? Maybe he likes it because of Leah's trick? It's from your maybe list so only if you're comfortable!
I just KNEW you'd pick trick. Very well then. Challenge accepted😎
(And I'm comfortable. I kinda like emeto😈)
Stomach's n life presents: 🥞Upset for what!?🧇Pt2!
• ▪︎Z&F▪︎
This fix is rated: freaky nasty. If you are not comfortable with this, please read one of my different fics. Emeto lovers and @secretobsessionstuff, please enjoy and reblog
(And I'm so sorry this took so long! I was pretty stressed out this month. I hope you like it.) Pt1
• Grgrgrgllll~!
• Zee gasped and gripped his shirt tightly. This was driving him up a damn WALL. Being this turned on by a Leah inflicted stomachache is beyond humiliating. Last time he was this horny, Faith was wearing something skimpy for Christmas. Anyway, anyway, what was he gonna do!? Waiting it out is NOT working. Each minute-no, second feels like forever. An arousing, grumbly, awful forever!
• Grrrrrnng~!
• The scientist let out a string of curse words. This feels...too good. He might...he might have to ask Faith for help. But, this is so weird and gross! He couldn't possibly asked her to-
• Urk! Rrrrggglll~!
• Zee clasped his stomach. (The little worm was going crazy in there!) Maybe...Faith won't mind.
• Zee staggered into the livingroom. Artificial lust weighing him down. He turned his head. On the couch was his beloved. She was snoozing peacefully. (And doing that adorable snore whistle, he can't get over.) He exhales and shakes her shoulder. The shaking triggered his guts.
• Groallllggg~! Rwwllll...
• He stopped. He shut his eyes tightly and tried to keep his composure. He'll get through this. He just has to wake up his gal and she'll help him.
• "Faith..."
• His voice was deep and hoarse. She stirs slightly.
• "Come on, baby. Wake up for me."
• Slowly, her beautiful eyes opened. She rubbed her them, along with an adorable yawn.
• "What's wrong?"
• She asked softly. Zee bit the inside of his cheek.
• "I'm...ablaze right now."
• "But not in a...in a normal way."
• Faith sat up.
• "Explain."
• He...can't really do that. He hasn't told her about the scientist career yet. Not to mention Leah's. So...instead, he'll just show her. Slowly, he put her hand on his stomach.
• "Rub a bit."
• He instructed. Still remaining perfectly calm, she slid her hand down his stomach. It growled loudly.
• URRROOAGGLLL~!
• Zee cried out and wrapped his arms around his middle. The grumbles still leaked out but not as loudly. Faith watched in silence as her boyfriend panted. Sweat dripped down his neck as he remained crouched down in front of her. Her cheeks burned. She wasn't sure what his stomach was doing to him, but...she doesn't really mind. The scientist suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.
• "Zee,"
• She whispered. His belly groaned under his arms.
• "L-leave this to me."
• (She gets pretty shy when he's aroused.)
• The couple laid down together on the bed. Faith was ontop, Zee was underneath her. The worm didn't seem to mind her weight, since it was still speeding around his stomach lining.
• Rooooarrrlll...
• "A-ah..."
• A strained moan forced it's way outta the ginger's lips. Faith cleared her throat, somehow keeping her calm facade. (His voice just melts her.)
• "What should I be doing, Zee?"
• She asked. Her boyfriend groaned.
• "Not too sure, babe..."
• He panted.
• "Maybe...maybe rub it again? I dunno..."
• She nodded and crawled off of him. The dark haired woman sat by his side. She can do this. She can do this. She pulled his shirt up. Faith nearly set on fire from the sight of his glorious body. But, she has to focus! Slowly, her small hand landed on the middle of his stomach.
• Grrwwwll...
• Surprised, she pulled her hand back. Man, she felt that. With her hand. Zee tugged on her sleeve, silently asking her to continue. She moved her hand in a tight, yet delicate circle.
• GrrRRRrrr~! Urrrllll...
• His guts growled and rumbled under her hand. This...feels good. Really good. As the ginger relished in the feeling, Faith was wracking her brain for more ways to pleasure him. Rubbing is nice, but that might not be enough. She crawled up and kissed him. While applying a bit of pressure to his abdomen. Squelches from their lips and from his stomach filled the room.
• UrrrRRRrrgg...
• "Nnng...F-faith..."
• Zee groaned, wrapping his arms around her neck. She continued to kiss him, thinking of her next move. What's the most sensitive spot? She slid her hand around his stomach. And where's the most noise. The dark haired woman detached her lips from his, leaving him panting. She sat down on his legs.
• "Zee,"
• She tugged her hair tie out.
• "Where's the noisiest area?"
• The scientist panted and propped himself up on his elbows. He looked up at Faith, then back down at stomach. It felt...rumbly everywhere. But, but, he has to focus.
• Grrrroowwlll...
• "My lower stomach."
• She smiled. That was perfect. She took a breath and...sat there. Zee arched his back with a whine. He panted and looked up at his fiancee. What was her plan now? Faith leaned on him.
• "Are...are you ready?"
• His heart pounded in his chest. This weird and noisy, but...admittedly hot. He'll...succumb. (Or submit or whatever.)
• "Yeah, baby."
• "Do what you need to do."
• Grrrgrgrlll~!
• "Ahh~!"
• The ginger moaned. Pleasure was rushing through him. Generating from his stomach and then attacking the rest of his body. And it felt...frickin perfect! Faith was feeling GREAT heat from him as well. The grumbles and growls were doing crazy things to her "entrance." The vibrations were perfect. Like her own personal noisy vibrator. And bouncing just makes thing hotter...
• "Do you feel good, Zee?"
• She panted, leaning down. Her night hair moved along with her. He wanted to answer but his insides cut him off.
• Roooarrwwwlllg~!
• He bit his lip hard, nearly drawing blood. Each rumble...each cramp...each bubble. It's all...driving him...crazy!
• "Ahh~!"
• "Hnng...Nnh."
• He covered his mouth, attempting to stifle his love sounds, but that wasn't working well. His fiancee snickered. She just loves his shyness. But, that doesn't mean he can get away with it. She pushed down on the skin right in between his ribcage. He groaned.
• "Zee,"
• The worm swirled in his stomach acid.
• "Do. You. Feel. Good."
• His inside answered.
• Grorogggllll~!
• He gripped the pillows behind him tightly.
• "Yes!...Yes! A thousand times, yes!"
• A shiver ran up Faith's spine. Goddamn, she loves when her fiancee gets whiny like this! She sped up.
• "Mnh...Faith..."
• Zee started to speak, but the new speed forced more love noises out of his mouth. He felt...strange. He's sure he's close, but...it doesn't feel like that. But whatever it is has to wait! He arched his back, his stomach gurgling loudly as he did.
• Blurgrgrllll~!
• "Hah~!"
• He let out a string of curse words. Everything felt so good! But, that feeling...that stupid feeling. It was getting worse...so much worse! His fiancee tugged him into a kiss. He wrapped his arms around her neck again. He just has to be close to her!
• "Mnh!...Hah...Hah!"
• His stomach kept rumbling, growing louder as the couple rocked the bed. Zee gripped his girl's shoulders. Something's....happening in his guts!
• Orrrllll~!
• Shit, he doesn't mind. Doesn't mind at all! He just...he...
• Grrrroolll~! ...Rrrroooalll~!
• Faith kissed his neck.
• "Come on, Zee! We're almost there!"
• The scientist whined and gripped his chest. F**k...it's gonna happen...
• Burrr~! Urrrr~!
• It's gonna happen...!
• Grrrggg~! Rmmm~!
• Just before he released, a BARRAGE of internal noises came outta his stomach.
• Both people Faith and Zee opened their eyes. (They had braced themselves.)
• "That's it."
• Zee asked. His fiancee sighed.
• "I guess-"
• Right before the sentence could fully leave her lips, an ominous burble came from his stomach.
• Grrrp...!
• And to the couple's surprise, he threw up. It looked like a brown wave came out of his mouth. The contents splattered on his shirt and splashed on Faith's thighs and skirts. She was in shock, while Zee leaned over to let the rest of it out.
• Urrr~!
• With a weak push, all his cursed breakfast and lunch fell on the floor. He sighed, full of relief. That...damn worm...is...out. His insides gurgled slightly, exhausted from barfing. Faith touched his shoulder.
• "Honey, are you okay?"
• She's back to calm Faith, but she's expressing her worry. The scientist laughed weakly.
• "I'm..."
• He put his hand on his sore abdomen. It gave a low rumble.
• Rrrrrumble~!
• Dammit. It's...still tingly. It's like he...it's he came, or something. He thought about under his torso. He didn't! So puking was his...
• Oh, Leah is so dead.
• He groaned a bit, but grabbed his gal's hand.
• "I'm fine, babe."
• She smiled. Both of them panted and thought about what happened. They just had sex in a really weird way. But...it was nice. It was still exhilarating and steamy. Just with stomach growls and barf. Zee chuckled.
• "That was...interesting."
• He stroked her cheek.
• "Thanks for helping me, Faith."
• She kissed his hand.
• "You're welcome."
• She said shyly. She laid down on his chest, accidentally forgetting it undigested breakfast down there. She flinched and that made him laugh.
• "Give me, uh,"
• His stomach growled, making his fist clench.
• "20 minutes and we can take a shower."
• Faith nodded. She knows it takes awhile for extreme pleasure to wear off. And the barf is warm, so her shoulder isn't gonna get cold.
• "Zee,"
• He looked down.
• "Remember to tell the next time your stomach hurts."
• He snorted and shook her shoulder.
• "You kinky little minx."
• They laughed and settled in. They're gonna spend the next 20 minutes, silently enjoying each other's presence.
• Grrrggnn~!
• Somewhat silently.
This is probably the first time I've ever done this and...I kinda dug it. I usually don't mix my kink with sex but... I'll gladly do it again. Maybe at my own pace next time, though. @secretobsessionstuff, you have tricked me. And it was fun. Thank you for being the only one who tuned in. Maybe I'll do something for you again this holiday season.
And...I failed miserably. (Juggling 2 blogs is no joke) Alas, I still have to follow with my promise.
😌
Behold!
Custom made tickets. Here's how they work.
Thee instructions:
1. If you wanna trick or treat, save one.
2. When have you're ask, send it with whichever ticket you chose.
3. Have fun.
What do the tickets do?
I trick you, is for the naughty buggers who want to play in the forbidden waters. You get to ask for a prompt from the won't write list. (Press here to see. Scroll down a bit too) You can send this emoji to if you want😈
I treat you, is for the honey jellies who would just like a spooky story. You get to send (or ask for) a writing prompt in the usual write list (Press here to see) You can send this emoji if you want😇
I will do everything in my power to answer your prayers. So please ask away. (And if I missed any details, please look at my pinned post.)
Till we meet again, travelers.
(And @secretobsessionstuff, @bellysoupset, you guys got a formal invite)
Stomach's n life presents: 🍭Halloween candy overload!🍬
• °H&M°
• "We got a pretty good haul this year."
• Hayden chortled, while turning the doorknob. His bucket is heavy with candy. His best girl, Marie, gave a sleepy grunt of acknowledgement. The blonde snickered. If they were teens, he would've been dragging her to a Halloween party. They are SO old now. (He's 24, she's 22.)
• "I'm gonna take a shower, babe."
• Marie yawned. She couldn't wait to get this costume. Her old baseball uniform was squeezing her all night! Hayden grabbed onto her arm.
• "Wait, wait,"
• He whipped out his phone.
• "Lemme take a picture!"
• Before she knew it, she was laid down on the couch. Her cheeks burned like crazy. What the-
• "Now hold still..."
• Her boyfriend snickered, holding up the camera. Hold still!? She sat back up.
• "What do you wanna picture for?"
• He blinked.
• "To remember how sexy you looked tonight."
• And just like that, she was back on the couch. Posing, this time. What could she do, he's the master at charming her. After a few more pictures, Marie finally was able to go to the shower. Meanwhile, Hayden looked over their loot. And strangely, most of his girlfriend's was gone!
• "Did she get started before the trade!?"
• Sure enough, she did. Everytime they stopped somewhere, the brunette had some type of candy in her mouth. He sighed. Darn, that crazy girl. How is supposed to get in on her spoils if she already ate them? But, it is Marie's candy. She can eat whenever she wants to.
• Hayden chuckled to himself and undid his tie. Being the groom of a star baseball player was fun tonight. Hopefully next time, Seal won't ditch him for some halloween party.
• Marie emerged from the steaming bathroom. Now in a long gray shirt with pajama pants.
• "You set the movie up, Hayday?"
• She called from the hallway. He has, but he also hooked it up with a little something extra. Pumpkin candles and caramel popcorn!
• (Learned the recipe from his mom.)
• Along with their favorite cuddly blanket too. Haha, the place is perfectly cozy now.
• "Movies all set, Maritime!"
• Hayden hopped on the couch. He's giddy waiting to see her reaction. Slowly, his beloved enters the livingroom. Her mouth immediately falls open. Her blondie scooped her up in the blanket.
• "Like it?"
• She snickered and tried not to laugh.
• "Yeah, it's perfect."
• Tonight's movies were Tom burton's. All three! And the couple's currently watching Frankenweiner dog. Hayden, who's a bit of a chicken, was cuddled in Marie's chest. Only wanting to listen to the film.
• (It's totally not because Marie's heartbeat is soothing and she's his rock.)
• Marie's brave as hell.
• He thought himself. He couldn't believe this was a kid's movie! But... with his girlfriend tangling her fingers in his hair and silently watching, he can get through this.
• Maybe even fall asleep...
• Grrrgg...
• Hayden's eyes snapped open. Was that his gut? ...Is the popcorn sitting right!? A stomach ache would totally ruin the moment-
• Rrrrrrrlll...Grrg...!
• Wait a minute. He looked up at Marie. She seemed like her normal hot and cold self but...Aha! Her eyebrows are slightly scrunched! Although... why's her stomach tripping out? He ducked back down when she started to look over. She can't knows he awake yet! Blissfully unaware of his consciousness, she turns back to the movie. Not too happy, though.
• Rrrrmbbb...rrrgglll
• The brunette sighed, feeling frustrated.
• "What was I thinking earlier?"
• Hayden listened in closely. And tried not to laugh at the rumbling stomach under his chest. (It kinda tickles.)
• "I'm not six anymore, I shouldn't be getting stomach aches from too much candy."
• So that's the problem. She adorably ate too much candy...that sounds like something he would do. Her stomach continued to complain. Almost like it was asking her, what was she thinking. Hehe, that's hella cute.
• GrrRRRgg...!
• The grumbles are starting to sound aggressive. What's stopping her from getting some Pepto? Wait, it's because he's laying on her! If showing that he was never asleep helps his girlfriend, he'll gladly take the fall!
• "Crap..."
• Grruuurgglll...!
• She mumbled. Her guts are in knots! Hayden raised up, definitely startling her. He smiled like the Cheshire cat.
• "Stomach ache, babe?"
• What? You didn't think he wouldn't poke a little fun, did you? She frowned.
• "I'm fine."
• Please. Her stomach hasn't stopped grumbling in a little minute. It's literally holding it's growly notes.
• Ruurrrr...!
• "Your stomach's playing a different tune, Babe."
• Literally. Marie groaned and covered her face. The blonde chuckled. She always gets shy when she needs help. He pulled her hands away.
• "How can I help?"
• He asked softly. You gotta be sweet to beautiful animals backed into a corner. Otherwise, they'll attack and run off. She puffs out her lip.
• "Can boil the mint tea?"
• She muttered. Mint tea? Oh yeah, the thing that saved him from his cake induced stomach ache! Hayden kissed her nose.
• "I'll done in a jiff."
• Grrrrurrgg~!
• "And maybe give you a belly rub."
• Marie's heart sped up. She did not want nor need a belly rub. She's not a baby. And It'd be way too embarrassing.
• "I'll pass on the rub, Hayden."
• "No you won't!"
• He called from the kitchen. Marie pouted. Dammit. He's right.
• The blonde sat back down on the couch, cackling. He draped their cuddly blanket on his lap. He opened his arms up wide.
• "Okay, I'm ready."
• He said with a huge smile. Marie looked down at her cup but still walked over. Slowly, Hayden picked her and placed her on his legs. She twitched. Darn it, why is she nervous? She's been his lap before. No, she's not nervous about the that, she's worried about his hands. Hayden snickered in her ear.
• "You're adorable like this."
• The brunette sighed, hoping to sound irritated. Can he just hurry and stop teasing her? Her stomach still hurts, y'know. But... She leaned back into him.
• "I love you, Hayday."
• Hayden was shocked. She's finally done fighting? She'll let him take care of her? He snickered and laid down, making his girlfriend drop her cup. (Luckily, she already finished her healing beverage.)
• "Yay!"
• He laughed. He kissed her black locks.
• "I love you too, Marie."
• She sighed, feeling content. It's good to have a boyfriend.
• Grrrrggglll~!
• "Hey, are you gonna rub my stomach or what?"
• Hayden jumped at her sudden outburst and got to work. And to think, she was just complaining about this. Marie leaned down and grabbed the remote.
• "Wanna watch the Corpse Groom?"
• "No way! Let's watch the Walnuts or Scarily."
• His girlfriend snorted. She forgot Hayden was a light weight when it came to scary movies. Although, she didn't know Tom burton films scared him too. But, she's nice. If he doesn't wanna be scared, that's fine. He is cuddling her, it's the least she can do.
• The sweet old receptionist said. Seal nodded and took a seat on one of the velvet chairs. Despite him being known for breeze through every embarrassing situation, he was actually kinda nervous. This massage was gonna be on his stomach this time. A stomach full of partly digested food. It was bound to make noise. Hopefully, he can play it off. The door next to the reception desk opened.
• "Seal?"
• A tall blonde woman said. He stood up quickly, nearly falling off his chair. Nerves are messing up his chill persona! He cleared his throat.
• "In the flesh."
• The light haired guy removed his clothes silently, getting lost in his thoughts. Would the massage hurt? Would digestion pick up immediately, and make him use it here? And most importantly, will he finally feel better? He sighed. Who knows? Health stuff never works for him like it does other. This whole thing might just make his eternal stomach ache worse. His belly rumbled, voicing that breakfast was breaking down slowly.
• Grwwwlll...!
• He sighed again. He looked over at the door. What did he have to lose?
• "Tanya will be with you in sec, okay?"
• The blonde from earlier said.
• "So just sit tight."
• Seal smiled and nodded. The moment she left, the assistant snorted. The lady was having alot of trouble not looking at his body. He may not have huge biceps like Hayden or toned abs like Zee, but he has been working out. And apparently it's starting to show.
• Gurrrrglll...grwwlll...!
• Damn.
• He thought. His stomach was getting gurgly again. He hastily rubbed it, hoping to stop it's rebelling.
• "Settle down."
• Urrr...grroolll~!
• Gas boiled up in his gut, making everything else slosh around. Dang, which was it gonna come out of?
• Grrrlll~!
• The top. It's always the top. Saliva began to fill his mouth as stomach rolled aggressively. Seal groaned. Of course, he'd have to throw up here. At this beautiful massage parlour. He has the worst luck sometimes. A burp shook in his chest. And his belly gurgled under his hand. Slowly, the sick traveled up his throat. Welp, adios breakfast.
• "Seal?"
• A woman suddenly entered the room. Suddenly, he forgot all about his situation. (And swallowed the barf) She was short and had curly brown hair. Thick lips too. And the prettiest freckles that reminded him of chocolate chips. She must be Tanya.
• "Are you feeling alright?"
• She took his hand.
• "It's okay it you want to reschedule."
• Reschedule!? Please. Not after seeing her. (And because of up surprise near up-chuck)
• "I'm fine with today."
• He replied smoothly. His guts were still rumbling, but not loud enough to embarrass him. So far, so good.
• "So I heard you been having indigestion."
• He nodded.
• "And your most frequent symptoms are?"
• Most frequent, huh? Well, his stomach had a habit of growling loudly when he's on the phone with a client. And it wakes him up at six to hurl. And after meals, it feels like a pound of modeling clay is in there.
• "Vomiting, but only in the morning."
• Tanya looked up from her clipboard.
• "And that's all? Besides discomfort?"
• He bit the inside of his cheek. He really didn't wanna tell her about the pretty much everyday stomach talking. It's embarrassing.
• GrRRoowlll~!
• The office worker turned red as his belly growled. The masseuse snickered.
• "Audible attempted bowel movement..."
• "Okay!"
• She set her clipboard down.
• "Let's get started, shall we?"
• Seal laid on the counter, as Tanya grabbed her stuff. He felt SO nervous. Nervous cause a pretty woman was about to knead him like dough. And double nervous, cause he didn't know how his stomach would react. It's been pretty spontaneous today. It suddenly rumbled, making him burp in his throat. He's screwed. He turned to see the brunette walking towards him.
• "Ready?"
• He looked down. His belly said don't you dare. He locked eyes with Tanya.
• "Ready I'll ever be."
• It was actually alot more calming than he thought it'd be. She turned on a lofi playlist, and lit a few candles. And asked him about his day! Is he embarrassed about the BLATANT gurgles his stomach has emitted? Yes. But it's totally calmed down. Crazy right? This place is a 2 hour paradise. Suddenly, a phone rang. Tanya leaned down.
• "I gotta take this real quick."
• She whispered. Seal gave a sleepy grunt of acknowledgement and she left the room. He sighed, feeling content. So long, chronic discomfort!
• Rrrrmmbbblll...!
• "Son of a bitch."
• He grumbled. It would start tripping out the moment it wasn't being massaged anymore. He raised up slowly. His guts rumbled loudly, sloshing from the movement.
• RRRGG~! UrRrr~!
• "Geez, your a pain."
• The assistant put his hand on his rumbling stomach. He felt bubbles and his breakfast moving around in there. To think, once this massage is over, he'll never have to worry about this again. No more reflux. No more heaviness. No more nothing. Just a normal guy with a normal stomach.
• Grrr...rRrrr~! Rrrrrr...!
• He twitched and looked down. Don't tell him... Does he to take a sh-
• Grrrrggglll~!
• His belly growled angrily in his hand. Crap! He does! Was this because he didn't blow chunks earlier? Seal looked at the door. What if Tanya comes back and he's not here? Not to mention, it'd super be embarrassing to explain. As he was thinking, his stomach got impatient. And began to cramp up.
• Urrrrrggglll~!
• Oh for the love of- Seal hopped up and snagged on of the robes off the rack. He quickly fastened the ropes around him and sped walked out.
• 15 minutes later
• He trudged back to the room feeling exhausted. All that fuss for nothing. Man, his stomach was sore. Right before he could turn the doorknob, it opened itself. He was face to face with the gorgeous Tanya.
• "Oh, there you are."
• She tugged him inside.
• "Let's continue."
• Seal begrudgingly laid down. He could feel his stomach stirring. She looked back at him.
• "Is something wrong?"
• He shook his head vigorously and forced a laugh.
• "What makes you say that?"
• "You look sad."
• Damn, he does? Well, now that he thought about it, he did feel a little down.
• "Are you worried if this will work?"
• He nodded. (She read his mind) Tanya took his hand.
• "I know it's hard to put your faith in others people. Especially when your stomach's involved. But,"
• She looked into his eyes.
• "I've been doing this for years."
• "I can guarantee you'll be 100% satisfied."
• Seal blushed. That...was super reassuring.
• "Okay?"
• She said. He swallowed.
• "Okay."
• The masseuse smiled and pressed down on his stomach.
• GRRURRRGLLL~!
• "Hush."
• She said, sternly. His belly shut right up. Wow. How did she do that?
• "Thanks for your help, Tanya."
• Seal said, now fully dressed. She smiled, as she washed the oil off her hands.
• "Don't mention it,"
• "I like helping people."
• Now that his intestines are working properly again, he had approximately 20 minutes until he had to empty his guts. So, he had to make this quick and smooth. The assistant strolled over to the masseuse. He cleared his throat.
• "So, are you doing anything later?"
• She turned around.
• "Well, besides more appointments, I'm free."
• He cheered inside his head. Alright! Hopefully, she doesn't have a boyfriend.
• "So does that mean I can take you out tonight?"
• She looked shocked and smiled.
• "I'm sorry but,"
• "But, I'm married."
• And just like that, his good mood was gone. He chuckled awkwardly.
• "Ooh, I'm sorry."
• She smiled.
• "It's alright, I get that alot."
• No wonder. She's pretty AND has a great personality. Wait? Did she think he asked her because of the massage!?
• "I-it's because of your personality, just so you know!"
• He blurted out. This was even more awkward. Tanya, being her sweet self, just snickered and said she knows. After saying goodbyes, he walked out of the room. Her husband's a lucky one. She's quite a catch. He turned the keys in his car and opened the door.
• I wonder if Chantelle is free tonight?
• What? He had to celebrate. He's finally free from indigestion. Or maybe he could call Jen? Nah, she wouldn't go-
• Rrrrrlll...!
• He looked down. His stomach growled once again.
• Grrr...Rrrrggg~!
• The contents is his belly grumbled ferociously as they went down. He sighed as he got back out of his vehicle.
• "You just have to leave with a bang, don't you?"
This one was fun. Seal being a flirt and totally getting rejected made a silly ending. Maybe he'll see Tanya around again. And MAYBE he'll stay indigestion free.
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Warning: Zee was drugged but definitely not r8ped. And he forcibly gets pleasure out of it. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, please turn back. There are also mentions of scientists and experiments, but no one is harmed
Zee landed on his shared bed, with a groan. Having a sibling was such pain. Especially, when she's a crazy, mad scientist. (Well, he is too, but...) Normally, he doesn't mind her, cause they keep their distance. But, this morning, she practically dragged him and Faith to breakfast. At her house. Eating food she made.
• Leah's known for having hidden motives in her good deeds, so he was pretty suspicious. Luckily, they left feeling fine. But, he couldn't help but feel like the trick was taking its time to reveal itself. Eh, if there is, he's ready to pick up Faith from work at anymore.
• Zee laid down on the couch with a yawn. It's been 4 hours since breakfast and his wife hasn't called once. Thank goodness, Leah didn't do anything to her. Otherwise, she was she getting locked in a chokehold. He looked over at the clock. He had 2 hours left until Faith came home.
• Well, now was a good to get a nap. Especially, since he ate lunch already. Slowly, he closed his eyes and settled in. Time to dream about coyotes again.
• GrrRrroowwlll...
• He opened his eyes and looked down. That was odd. It's been an hour and a half since he last ate. Is he still digesting?
• RrRRRrrggg...
• The scientist raised up, now touching his stomach.
• "What the-"
• GGGGRRRLLL~!
• "Ouch..."
• His stomach cramped making him gasp. Damn. Was it the leftovers? His intestines rumbled again, this time nearly vibrating.
• RrrrRrrr...burrrblll~!
• Zee oddly shivered after that growl. That... was weird. He hates stomach aches. So why did that feel kinda good-?
• UrRrr... Urrrrggg...!
• His breath hitched. Suddenly, he found himself pressed on his pillows panting. Each gurgle and squelch, sent shivers through his body. He didn't know what to think, until he something rang in his head.
• Faith, you gotta try this. -Leah
• It's my new pancake recipe. -Leah
• ...Okay then. -Faith
• Annnd, I'll take that. -Zee
• What the- Zee! -Leah
• What? I'm starving. -Zee
• That brat! How dare she try to poison his wife with her...aphrodisiac pancakes! He's glad he got drugged instead of her, but what was he gonna do? His stomach was going crazy and it was turning him on. Maybe he could-
• His stomach suddenly lurched, making it grumble profusely. Although it did feel good, the scientist ignored the pleasure. Something made it jump like that. He quickly poked around his toned stomach, but felt nothing. The intruder must've hated it, since it raced around the inner lining of his organ.
• GrrRrrmm... Grrroooalll~!
• "Nng...!"
• Zee held back the love sound, not wanting to give into the odd feeling. His stomach continued to rage loudly under his palm. He nearly gave in, when he felt a tiny bump. Ah! He almost forgot the the mystery he had to crack. He shakily got off the bed and looked around for his work bag. His tummy growled loudly, not liking the new movement.
• "Hngh...! Will you shut up?"
• He groaned, unintentionally rubbing the complaining body part. He couldn't think like this. All this pleasure and noise, it was so irritating. Where was the visual stethoscope again?
• BURRRRBLLLL~!
• Zee groaned loudly as his guts thrashed about. He fell down on his side, nails sinking into abdomen. Is this how he was gonna get off? From a dumb erotic stomach ache, that was inflicted on him by Leah? Another gurgle shook his guts, forcing him to whine. Yep, this was how. Gas began to bubble up in his stomach.
• Grrrgg...
• Crap, this was gonna be big.
• GrrURRRglll~!
• Shit.
• Urrr...URK~!
• Shit!
• Right before it erupted, the bedroom door opened.
• "Sweetie, I'm back."
• Zee shot up.
• "Faith, your back alrea-?"
• GRRGGRRRRROWWLLL~!
• Both adults went silent as his belly dragged the out the sound. Despite pleasure tickling his DNA, the ginger barely felt it. How was he gonna this?
• "Umm..."
• He thought carefully.
• "Breakfast isn't agreeing with me."
• Grrrgg...RrrRRRrrr...!
• "Mmm, you might have to go to the doctor's."
• Faith said in her usual calm manner. She place the cold end of the stethoscope higher on Zee's abdomen. It only rumbled slightly.
• rrrrrr...
• "So, it's quieter up here."
• She pulled the doctor tool off and began to fix up her ponytail.
• "That's a pity breakfast didn't sit well with you."
• "It tasted good."
• The ginger nodded. Who cares about his guts? He just wish he caught on to his sister's shenanigans earlier. Then Faith wouldn't have to be subjected to his growling intestines!
• "Do you want me to call Doctor Khan?"
• Huh?
• "No!
• "I mean-,"
• He thought quickly.
• "Nah, this'll blow over."
• The dark haired woman nodded and kissed her husband's hand.
• "You need me to get you anything?"
• Zee shook his head.
• "I'll be fine babe."
• Maybe he will. He still hasn't discovered the cause yet. Faith stood up and kissed him on the cheek.
• "I'm gonna take a nap, wake me if you need anything."
• "Kay"
• The moment she was out the door, Zee let out a long groan. It was so hard keeping it together with all the shifting and twisting going on inside. But, he couldn't reel for long, he still had work to do. He hopped on the bed and turned on his computer.
• The scientist yanked off the stem of the stethoscope, revealing a plug underneath. It was plugged in and he clicked it's recent audio. Sick growls replayed on the computer, making Zee cringe. Man, those came outta him.
• Grrgggllll~! Rrr...
• Zee looked down. His stomach was growling back!? Gross. He attempted to go back to his search, but his insides continued to rumble. This time, the uninvited guest jumped around.
• Grrrummmmble~!
• "Ngh!"
• He hated how tingly this was making him feel. With one hand still on his upset stomach, he typed away on his PC. The device analyzed the audio, looking for the possible experiments that could tumble insides. The intruder squirmed more, making Zee twitch and his stomach churn.
• Grrwwwlll...! Grrr~!
• Luckily, the computer chimed. Finally, the ginger could focus on something else.
• Tummy worm: Invention 128. Created by Leah Hansen. This little guy is made to upset tummies, but can also introduce you to a new kink. You'd be surprised how good squirming in the stomach can feel. And don't run to the doctor's. It digest naturally in 3 hours.
• 3 hours!? Leave it to Leah to make the world's most USELESS invention. This is probably a new creation she needed a guinea pig for. Whatever. It's already been like...1 hour since it started. He can wait it out. Maybe even ask Faith for some "special" help. He leaned back in his chair, hands planted on his stomach. The worm began thrashing around again, making his abs tighten.
• GrrURRRglll~!
• GrrrOOOgglll...Urrr...!
• He sighed. He is gonna get her back so hard.
• RrRRRrrggg~!
• And it's gonna be LAXATIVE.
This one was DEFINITELY outta my normal writing range. But...I kinda liked it. I might make a sequel. Maybe, Faith will "comfort" Zee😏 Dunno.
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