Not Feeling So Hot

Thinking about them bringing a plastic bag on the bus. Just in case. Because their friend isn't feeling great and they need to get home. Maybe their friend is drunk. Maybe they've eaten too much, or something bad. Or just something that disagrees with them. Maybe it's something else.

Either way, thinking about caretaker taking their friend home. Thinking about that plastic bag in their pocket. Thinking about how their friend says they don't need it.

Thinking about caretaker noticing their friend getting greener and greener every time the bus stops to pick up more people. Every time it starts at a green light. Every time it turns.

Thinking about caretaker taking out the bag. Just in case. Thinking about their friend taking it this time.

Thinking about caretaker suggesting they get off at the next stop. Thinking about their friend nodding.

Thinking about a long red light. Thinking about seconds turning into minutes. Thinking about a left turn. Thinking about caretaker's friend gripping the bag hard, raising it to their face.

Thinking about caretaker putting a hand on their back. Thinking about caretaker closing their eyes as the first wave splatters into the bag. Thinking about caretaker rubbing their friends back as they vomit again.

Thinking about caretaker trying not to gag at the smell. Maybe they have a weak stomach. Maybe they too have had a few beers. Maybe they too have eaten from that food truck.

Thinking about caretaker's stomach rolling with every splash of vomit that their friend brings up. Thinking about caretaker being so nauseous now that they can't offer words of comfort anymore, but still keeps rubbing their friend's back.

Thinking about the bus stopping.

The sloshes and gurgling of a malfunctioning gut.

The smoothing of hands fervently trying to soothe a quaking stomach.

The groans of nausea and moans, “my stomach…” “where’s the bathroom?”

The burbling of it all just coming back up on the poor belly bug victim.

The surrendering “huuaaBBLUUUUCKK.”

The splash of tummy contents.

Shocked exclamations of disgust, murmurs of pity or giggles from onlookers.

Another moan, “oh, my tummy…”

Not even a half of an hour later from their last trip, they can feel their stomach shift again, a small amount of sickness making its way downward, and the pressure on their lower belly is getting worse, so they have no other choice than to get up and move to the bathroom, again.

For a little while nothing really happens, other than a few wet farts and a small amount of splurs of liquidy shit comes out. Their tummy keeps cramping and they hug it tightly, in a weak attempt to make it feel better. But the pressure seems to be working and suddenly they freeze, as something huge starts to work its way out.

Maybe this is it. They push and moan from the pain, doubling over as their forehead almost touches their knees. Legs pulled up and a few sweatdrops roll down on their face, while they keep panting and grumbling as big, sick smelling farts disturb the calm water in the toilet bowl. Slowly, things are starting to look better, and finally, a long fart pushes out the hard log they were struggling with for about ten minutes now.

They let out a relieved sigh and lean back a little. It's finally out. Their tummy is still gurgling, but it's probably from the challenge they just had to go through, it should be soon over. The rest for a few seconds before leaning forward to get cleaned up. A few smaller farts slip out, but it's okay.

It is not a pretty job to clean themself up, their asshole is irritated and burning, the gas splattered the brownish waste over their cheeks, and they just want to get ready to go back to the couch and sleep for a little while. They wipe carefully when their belly lets out a loud growl, and a sudden cramp freezes them in place.

It's okay, it's okay, they try to tell themself as they let out a few shaking breaths, a hand still on their butt. A few small farts escape from between the cheeks, and their eyes go wide as they feel the wetness on their hands.

The toilet paper tries to absorb the mess, but it has not even a chance. It just keeps coming, and the wet farts turn into full-blown diarrhea. The paper is soaked, as well as their hand, and tears gather in their eyes, but they cannot move. Unfortunately, it's already too late for them to do anything, the only thing they can do is just press the toilet paper on their butthole and feel the mess dripping down on their fingers.

It's hot and the chunky parts stick to their skin and they can feel the burning smell coming out of the bowl, stinking the whole bathroom. Their head falls and their body trembles with soft sobs, as the tears run down their skin.

that gave me so many ideas anon! here's the outfit i thought for him. soaked, because he's so nervous.

it was honestly fun to design. i imagine he owns zero formal clothing he could use, so all of it is borrowed. the pants are too short, the shirt is too loose, he already ditched the other pieces because carrying a waterlogged dripping jacket was horrible for everyone involved. he got to pick the tie, at least.

i made a couple more sketches, so i'm gonna post them when i finish them. for now, have him nauseous trying to eat something gross.

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for some more hcs, i think w.aterboy can pretty much autovom anytime anywhere, and does it on command. so it wouldn't be past him to do it for kink reasons. he'd absolutely let you stuff him with various food only to bring them back up for you in watery chunky slurry whenever you wanted. having a tummy full would probably be hard for him to hold back, though, so more than often it happens naturally (hot). would live for the praise you'd give him too, praise kink.

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i headcanon that his tummy is LOUD, like constantly sloshing and gurgling, with all that water it's not exactly making digestion much easier. he's constantly burping and having to swallow back a mix of watery chunks, and because he vomits so easily, any slip up could be another spill he'll have to clean. it doesn't help that the wet boy is so anxious all the time, his stomach is almost always in knots. he also vomits a lot when he has to

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Sickie that throws up easily, getting everything up in 3-4 massive waves of vomit

Sickie that can only get up a little at a time, puking up mouthfuls a in quick succession, easily vomiting 5, 10, 15 times in a row, hardly getting time to breathe

Sickie that gets nauseous very suddenly and has to urgently run to the bathroom, not always making it before they vomit on the floor

Sickie that always struggles to puke, dealing with hours of awful nausea and unproductive gagging before they can finally get relief

Sickie that coughs and coughs until they cough up a wave of sick. Choking after every time they retch or vomit

Sickie that burps a lot, patting their back to help them burp up the trapped air, until they start to gag. Long, wet burps turning into streams of vomit

Sickie that vomits so violently that they get dizzy, see spots, and often faint from the exertion

Sickie that gags and vomits weakly and quietly, exhausted and barely awake

Sickie that can't help puking loudly, their retching and moaning clearly audible even with the door shut and the tap running

like, imagine someone who gets pretty severe motion sickness going on a road trip with their friends, except they also ate something earlier that upset their stomach.

or maybe someone wakes up after a night out with not only a wicked hangover, but also a stomach bug they didn't know they had. as their symptoms get worse instead of better throughout the day they just can't figure out why.

maybe someone whose body doesn't handle hot weather very well spends a hot summer day at an amusement park. when they end up nauseous and miserable, is it because of the heat, all the greasy park food they've eaten, or the stomach-turning rides their friends convinced them to go on?

Indigestion from accidentally eating too much . . . Oh, I ate way too much I really overdid it, there were so many things I wanted to taste My stomach is so packed, it's really not feeling great I'm too full to burp My stomach hurts I've got such a bellyache I wish I hadn't eaten so much It feels like nothing is digesting I'm so full it's making me nauseous I can't stand feeling so stuffed I kind of feel like I'm going to puke Actually, yeah, I need to throw up some of my dinner

Indigestion from eating too much on purpose . . . I'm not sure I can eat much more I don't have much room left in my stomach Can we slow down for a second? I'm getting really full. I need to burp a couple of times before I eat more Is it okay if I burp? It's just all really rich Okay, I think I can get a few more bites down I'm just not sure how long I can keep them down I need . . . a break Sorry, I couldn't hold back that gag I'm getting really close to throwing up Can you get a bucket ready for when I need it? I'll try to burp to make more room Uhh, something actually came up that time I'm sorry, but I really need to vomit