Completely UNHINGED & into SICKFICS

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What do I have to do to get a cute gassy boy to wind up all night?

Rubbing his bloated belly, trying to tease out his burps. I can't help but coo at his flustered blushing, hiccuped apologies and begging me to stop. My insistent massages reward us both with a massive wet belch to the face, and now he's moaning with relief and relaxing into my touches. He reclines back into a more comfortable position and letting me keep working his taut gut, mumbling and blushing about how gross and sorry he is before a sloppy, foul-smelling fart blasts out of him.

It's obnoxiously loud and blows his little skirt up, wafting the stench towards us. I can't help but greedily sniff it and tell him he's soooooo good to get that out, he must be feeling so much better now! And his cute little face crinkles as he gets a whiff of his own fumes, blushing deeper and pushing out an even longer blubbering one from his rear.

He's so bashful, always pretending he hates it, but the way his nose flares at the thick putrid air tells me otherwise. Through his groans of relief, he keeps hiccuping, trying to stifle his burps with his fist, trying to conceal his secret sniffs. He's an undone mess, knowing cute boys like him shouldn't love his own gross smells - and quietly loving a partner pampering him, coaxing out all that gas.

Now we're both sitting in a cloud of his own thick stench. He's belching freely, head thrown back and letting me kiss him as he puffs his stinky burps into my face.

They wake up with a gasp, their skin crawling as their body panics. Tears run down their face, the remnants of the dream still cling to their mind. No, no, no, get off me, get off, don't touch me, dont-

Whumpee feels nauseated, and before they are fully aware of what's happening, they're bending over, retching painfully before they throw up.

Caretaker wakes at this, and rushes over. Is Whumpee sick? They try to comfort them and put a hand on their back. They weren't ready for Whumpee to violently flinch back.

The other day I met up with my friend who I don’t see very often and we went out for brunch. Whilst we were driving to the cafe she mentioned feeling slightly queasy but we both brushed it off because she has quite a weak stomach so feels nauseous quite a lot and most of the time she doesn’t actually throw up. When we got there we looked through the menus and one of the things you could order was a hot cross bun.

She saw it and mentioned the time we were sat next to each other on a coach for a school trip and she had eaten a hot cross bun but because of motion sickness, she had thrown it all up into a plastic bag but then, because there were no bins on the coach she had had to put the puke-filled bag into her back pack and carry it into the theatre.

The thought of this story clearly made her feel queasier and she burped subtly and swallowed but she kept brushing it off and said that she’d feel better once she’d had something to eat because she hadn’t eaten anything all day (she doesn’t eat breakfast it makes her throw up - weak stomach). We ordered our food, I had a stack of pancakes and she had a full English breakfast and we both ordered smoothies to go with it. We chatted the whole time and everything was good until about 2/3 of the way through when I noticed her rubbing her stomach. I asked her if she was okay and she said yes and kept eating. We were just finishing her smoothies when she burped and then gagged into her hand. I asked again if she was sure that she was okay and she finally admitted that she felt like she might throw up but she just blamed it on the fact that she ate her food too fast. We finished and paid and we got back in the car.

I told her to just say if she needed me to pull over at any point and also gave her a plastic bag from my glove compartment. I could hear her upset stomach gurgling the whole time and every now and then she would lift the bag up to her lips, let out a wet burp and then put it back down.

We got back to her flat without any incidents but she’s still clearly nauseous I take her to the bathroom and she sits in front of the toilet. She stays there for about five minutes gagging and heaving but not getting anything up and then she asks me to rub her belly!!! Guys I literally died this is like my dream scenario. Anyway I try to keep it cool and help her out so I sit behind her and rub her belly and she starts burping up small mouthfuls of breakfast and every time she gagged I felt her stomach contract. She continued burping up small mouthfuls then all of a sudden she let out a deep wet burp and a thick stream of undigested food came pouring out of her. I move round slightly so I can rub her back aswell as her stomach and moving also gave me a better view of the beautiful mess she was making in the toilet. Obviously my number one concern was whether she was okay or not but her throwing up was so hot 🥵.

Anyway after a few more powerful waves the vomit started to tamper off letting her catch her breath. I was still rubbing her back and giving her gently encouragement and telling her to get it up if she needs to and that she’ll feel much better once it’s out. She burped up a couple more mouthfuls and then came to the conclusion she was done.

I helped her up, out of the bathroom and onto the sofa and got her a bucket just in case and a glass of water. I sat down next to her while she put on a movie and drank the water. A few minutes in she gagged and slapped her hand over her mouth and I quickly grabbed the bucket and held it for her to puke into. I held the bucket with one hand and rubbed her back with the other. Her vomit was mainly water with a couple of chunks. After she was done I put the bucket back on the floor and she lied down on the sofa with her head on my lap. She spent the rest of the movie rubbing her stomach and burping into her hand every now and then. Near the end of the movie she fell asleep. I made sure the bucket was by her head and slowly got up and let myself out.

maybe they were that deep in denial about needing to puke and it comes on too quickly to move away

maybe they've already been sick a lot and the caretaker thinks the sickie must be empty so they don't bother moving when the next wave comes on

maybe they've finally managed to drink some water and the caretaker is trying to talk them through the rising nausea so they can keep it down

Overeating stomach ache

Kushina ate a generous portion of creamy pasta, drenched in a thick, cheesy sauce, a glass of ice-cold milk, followed by a slice of greasy, meat-laden pizza.

As the night wore on, the gurgles in her stomach grew louder, the cramps grew more insistent, each spasm sending shivers down her spine. She clenched her teeth, her eyes wide with discomfort. Her belly was extremely swollen and round.

Her boyfriend watched as she squirmed, his concern for her well-being grew with each passing second. He approached her, his own heart heavy with the desire to ease her distress. "Kushina, let me massage your stomach, maybe it will help," he suggested.

Kushina hesitated, her face was a mask of both pain and desire. She nodded, her body still trembling with each new cramp, as she allowed him to kneel before her. He placed his hands on her swollen belly with a gentle and tentative touch at first.

The pressure of his fingers sent jolts of pain through her, making her flinch. Despite the agony, however, Kushina couldn't deny the way her body responded to his touch. She bit her lip, and started feeling conflicting sensations of pleasure and pain swimming within her.

Ironmouse Severe Stomach Ache

Ironmouse slumped onto the plush purple couch, her fingers drumming an impatient beat as she waited for Connor, who was ridiculously late for their date. To distract herself, she’d downed a massive pink parfait with thick cream, sticky syrup, and juicy cherries that now sat like a lead weight in her delicate stomach. At first, it was just a dull ache, but as the minutes dragged on, it exploded into a brutal indigestion, her stomach bloating with gas and cramps that twisted her insides like a cruel joke. "Ugh, Connor, you’re so damn late, and now my belly’s killing me!" she whined, tears prickling her cute eyes as she pressed her hands against her swollen, gurgling stomach, while the pain increaded in a relentless burn that soured her mood even more.

Connor finally rushed in, his eyes inmediately caught hers with a guilty flicker that softened her anger - though that weird, hungry glint threw her off. "God, Mousey, I’m so sorry I kept you waiting - look at your poor tummy, all messed up from that creamy binge, all gassy and bloated, he said, his voice rough with regret as he slid beside her, leaning in to brush a soft, apologetic kiss on her sweaty cheek. His hand hovered over her swollen belly, then pressed down gently, fingers spreading as he started rubbing, coaxing a loud, wet belch that made her flush with embarrassment. "Feel that gas churning? Let me take care of you, make this night worth it," he murmured, his touch tender but with a teasing edge that sent a confusing shiver through her.

She let out a shaky moan, her body tensing as his fingers dug deeper, massaging the bloated, tender skin with a slow, firm rhythm that spiked the pain but stirred something else too, a flush of heat she didn’t want to admit. "Connor, it’s getting worse, my belly’s so full, like it’s gonna burst with gas!" she groaned, her voice cracking with frustration and a hint of something needy, the cramps sharpening into searing stabs as the gas stretched her stomach tighter. He smirked, pressing harder, his hand squeezing the swollen mess until a wet, stinky fart escaped, making her gasp. "That’s my girl, let that gassy tummy swell up, those sweets are wrecking you, and I’m gonna rub it ‘til you’re moaning for me," he teased, his voice dropping low, his other hand brushing her chest, thumb grazing her nipple through the fabric, sending a jolt of arousal that clashed with her agony.

"No, wait ... ugh, it hurts so bad, Connor!" she protested, squirming as the pain intensified, but his touch lingered, seductive and deliberate, his fingers kneading deeper, pulling another groan from her. "I know, baby, but you’re so hot like this, let me make it feel good too," he whispered, leaning closer, his lips brushing her ear, his hand sliding under her dress to stroke her thigh, igniting a slow burn of desire despite the cramps tearing at her. She bit her lip, torn between pushing him away and leaning into it, her body betraying her with a flush of wetness even as her stomach churned. "You’re insane... it’s killing me, but… oh god, don’t stop," she breathed, her voice a mix of pain and reluctant lust, the gas bloating her further as he pressed harder.

He chuckled, his hand working her belly with rough, erotic strokes, forcing out wet gurgles that made her blush and moan. "That’s it, Mousey, your gassy tummy’s driving me wild, all tight and throbbing. I wanna hear you moan while I fix this," he purred, his fingers teasing lower, brushing her core, making her gasp with arousal even as a vicious cramp doubled her over. "Fuck, Connor, it’s unbearable, the cramps are stabbing me, I can’t take it!" she cried, tears streaming, but her hips rocked toward his touch, her body aching for him despite the torment. He grinned, pressing deeper, his palm grinding into the bloated flesh, turning her pain into a filthy rhythm. "You’re so sexy like this, suffering and wet for me, let me push it harder, make that gas explode while I get you off," he growled, his lips trailing down her neck, sucking hard, his hand between her thighs now, stroking her clit as she whimpered.