tummy hurts

honestly, not yet, but…… maybe tonight 😈

i had two laxatives an hour ago (andddd an edible and 1/2 a joint). since i’m now home alone and my semester is done, i can finally live out something i’ve been fantasizing about for a while.

i’ve started snacking and i’m hoping to eat all night just to upset my stomach more. i haven’t been high in months and the edible is hitting me literally right now. i still have 1/2 a joint and another 10mg left, so let me know if you have any suggestions for what to do with those!! 🥰

I had to lay flat in bed at night because i would constantly be releasing huge, ridiculously loud farts that nearly vibrated the bed and i had to have multiple fans on in the room to drown out my sighing and moaning as my stomach bloated and deflated over and over again almost every night

Not to mention how much sludge i was shitting out during the day, bent over on the toilet while clutching my gut up to five or six times a day. My roommates sometimes checked up on me multiple times because I’d be in there for almost an hour, farting hard and groaning

Sometimes nothing would even be coming out because i was so constipated despite the feeling of urgently needing to have diarrhea swirling in my tummy and I’d be panting and rubbing my cramping stomach, rocking back and forth as i rubbed my intestines until a tiny plug of shit would pop out like a cork and let me squeeze out some foul squirts of muck

11. "You're incredible. How'd you pull that off while you were so sick?"

27. "Why are you holding your stomach?"

42. "Was it something you ate? Or did you catch a bug somewhere?"

63. “Is your stomach okay? That’s the fourth time you’ve been to the bathroom in the past hour.”

I love your fics. Thank you in advance!

Thank you for the request! I really like how this fic turned out. The prompts are from THIS lovely list. And I did include emeto because I don't do only scat.

CW: Graphic descriptions of vomiting and diarrhea!!

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The irony was not lost on Blair that she felt very unwell at a health and wellness conference.

She and Dakota sat quietly amongst the crowd of people who all came to listen to a talk about the social determinants of health. Her stomach did not seem to get the memo about being quiet. Her insides were being noisy and annoying as she tried to pay attention. Neither of them were truly interested in this particular discussion, but Blair’s panel was being held here immediately after, so this was where they chose to wait.

She wasn’t nervous about being on the panel. That wasn’t why she felt so sick and uncomfortable. Her stomach had been unsettled since she woke up, but she forced herself to eat breakfast because it was going to be a long day. As soon as the food landed in her belly, the organ began to whine. And it hadn’t stopped whining for the three hours that they’d been at the conference.

By now, some of her breakfast must have made its way through her stomach, so the gurgling she heard came from her intestines as it struggled to work. Half an hour ago, Blair had also made the stupid decision to drink a smoothie that one of the sales tables had been selling. No part of her digestive track liked that decision. So now she was nauseous, bloated and in need of the bathroom. She cradled her belly in her hands, trying to find a good time to sneak away.

The longer she delayed leaving, the louder her stomach got. It got so loud that Dakota glanced at her with a look of surprise. His eyes trailed down to where she was hugging her middle. “Why are you holding your stomach?” he whispered while leaning in close.

Blair resisted the urge to bite her nail that was freshly painted. “I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Then go,” he replied. “There’s still an hour left to this talk.”

He was right. She should just leave. She’d have to excuse herself past the row of people that blocked her from the walkway. But it was better than pushing her stomach too far.

Before the need to go got too urgent, Blair headed to the bathroom.

It was when she came around the corner into the washroom that her belly told her it couldn’t wait any longer. Luckily, she sat down just in time for body to release a stream of watery diarrhea. The other stalls appeared to be empty which she was grateful for because she was no near done. She stayed in the bathroom for a while, hugging her burbling gut, hoping that no one would come in.

At the upper end of digestive system, nausea was rising in her throat. She didn’t feel in any immediate danger of throwing up, so she tried to ignore this awful sensation. For now, she just had to clean herself off and get back to the room.

Blair checked her appearance in the mirror before leaving, and then wished she hadn’t. Strings of thin hair clung to her sweaty face. Everything about her was pale and lifeless. Her eyes were rimmed with shadows and her cheeks looked sunken. She certainly wasn’t the glowing image of health.

It wasn’t a great look for a panel member, but she couldn’t do anything about that. They needed a dietician at the table, and she had been the chosen one. She would sit next to chiropractors, allergists, and naturopathic doctors who were meant to be teaching the public about a holistic approach to health.

With a sigh, Blair returned to her seat, feeling miserable and gross. She didn’t want to face a crowded room for an hour. She hoped that her stomach would settle down before she had to go on stage.

“All good?” Dakota asked as she took her spot next to him.

Blair gave a stiff nod.

Like the loving partner he was, Dakota put his hand on her leg and kept it there. He did that while they drove, when they watched movies, and when they had to sit through professional talks like this one. Blair usually liked feeling his constant presence, but she didn’t like it this time. As soon as she sat down, she knew that she would have to let his hand fall away when she stood up again. The gurgling in her belly came back almost immediately. It was a sign that she shouldn’t have been too hasty about leaving the washroom.

The current talk continued for quite some time, and Blair missed most of it. She kept excusing herself to the bathroom. It was embarrassing how often she had to squeeze by other people.

Sometimes the bathroom was empty, and other times she had to suffer in the presence of strangers. She thanked the universe that no one tried to talk to her.

Each wave came out of her with such force that she winced and braced herself against the sides of the stall. She switched between doing this and doubling over with her arms wrapped around her midriff until it was over. The nausea was intensifying but she really didn’t want to throw up. She pushed down waves after waves of nausea.

Her poor belly was wrecked when she finally left the bathroom.

When she came back this time, Dakota looked more than a little concerned. He never took his eyes off her as she walked back to her seat and sat down with a groan. Again, he spoke softly so that no one else would hear him. “Is your stomach okay? That’s the fourth time you’ve been to the bathroom in the past hour.”

Blair shook her head quickly. A grimace of pain was etched onto her face. “I don’t feel well. My belly is a mess.” As if to hammer home the point, a sick gurgle rippled through the organ.

“Sounds like you’re having a rough time.” Dakota gave her a small frown. He pushed her sweaty hair behind her ear, noticing the lack of colour in her face. “Was it something you ate? Or did you catch a bug somewhere?”

Blair shrugged. She couldn’t be sure, but this definitely felt like the work of a virus. She woke up feeling off, and now every part of her body was sore. The ache in her belly had been growing for too long to be from something she ate. “Might be a stomach bug.”

“Have you been sick?”

“No…but it feels like I will.”

“I wish I could do something, Bee,” Dakota whispered softly. “Are you going to be okay for the panel?”

“I have to be,” she replied. Just then, her nausea spiked and interrupted their conversation. Blair grabbed her aching belly and stood up. “Ugh, I’ll be right back.”

Dakota had to let go of her hand. With sad eyes, he watched her leave. She was clearly trying not to walk with a hunch, but he could see how uncomfortable she was.

Blair wasn’t entirely sure which end she would get sick from. She was more nauseous than she’d ever been. The saliva building up in her mouth eventually gave her a pretty good idea. She took her chances and dropped to her knees in front of the toilet.

It was fortunate that she guessed right because two seconds later, she was vomiting up a pink smoothie mixed with the remnant of her breakfast. With a harsh retch, she lurched forward as the thick wave came rushing out of her mouth.

Like before, the cramping in her abdomen kept her in the bathroom for a while. Every few minutes, the nausea came roaring back and forced a gush of sick past her lips.

Blair’s nose was running, the muscles in her middle were on fire, and the will to live was non-existent. Reality consisted of only pain, nausea, and the goddamn buzzing lights in this bathroom. The floor that she’d been staring at for so long while she sat on the toilet was now cold against her legs. Instead of looking down at her feet, she was now staring into the toilet bowl. The sight of her own vomit was making her feel worse, so she flushed the mess away.

Feeling like a walking corpse, Blair left the bathroom. Before she could return to her seat, Dakota came jogging up to her. He put his hands on her shoulder and looked into her dead eyes. She just wanted to let herself go and fall into his arms.

“Your panel starts in three minutes,” he said. He gave her a once-over and tried not to let his reaction show on his face. She really looked like shit, but her team was already taking their seats at the table. “They need you on stage to adjust your microphone. Are you ready?”

“I just threw up,” Blair announced without a hint of life in her voice. She just stood there, swaying in Dakota’s arms while he held her up.

Dakota’s shoulders fell. He didn’t say anything for a second because there was nothing he could say to make this better. He simply took her into a hug and pulled her head against his chest. “Oh honey,” he murmured by her ear. “I’m sorry you’re not feeling well. I’m sorry.”

Blair allowed herself to be smooshed into his chest. It felt nice and safe. For a moment, she could forget that she was supposed to be talking in front of a crowd in a few minutes. She gave herself ten more seconds to inhale his scent and hold on to this feeling of comfort—it would have to last an entire hour.

The ten seconds were up. Blair pulled away from the hug and fixed her hair. She gave a little hop, psyching herself up for what she was about to do to. She had to do this because she was the greenest of the panelists. It was a chance to do something good for her reputation. Backing out now wasn’t an option.

“Okay, let’s hope I don’t make a fool of myself up there.” She got on her tippytoes as a way to ask for a kiss, but then thought better of it. If she had caught a bug, she didn’t want to give it to Dakota.

Dakota grabbed her head and kissed her on the forehead. “You got this, babe. I believe in you.”

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For the next hour, Blair fidgeted in her seat, hoping that no one noticed. When it came time for her to talk, she swallowed her nausea and spoke about the benefits of whey, soy, and egg white protein. She dispelled myths about weight loss while trying not to lose her lunch all over the table. She answered the audience’s questions while praying that they didn’t see the sweat run down her forehead.

At one point in the discussion, she looked over at where Dakota was sitting and didn’t see him. It made her anxious that she was now entirely alone, but he eventually came back. The breath that she’d been holding came out a little shaky. She hadn’t realized how much she’d been relying on him just being there. When she felt like she was losing the battle with her body, she focused on him, pretending that he was the one who asked the questions.

She didn’t need the bathroom; she didn’t need to puke. Nope, no. There was no bile rising in her throat. Definitely not. Somehow Dakota’s ridiculous smile distracted her from the noises and movement in her belly. He gave her a thumbs up as if she were putting on a school play. She thought about his goofy smile and his warm hug for the rest of the time, and it went okay.

She did not make a fool of herself.

However, when the panel was over, she did not stick around to talk to the other professionals. She didn’t wait around for additional questions. She made her way off the stage, nearly tripping on the stairs.

After being silenced and ignore for so long, her stomach was angry. Dakota reached out for her when they got close, but she moved right past him. He watched as she made a beeline for the large garbage bin in the back of the room.

Blair lunged for the garbage. She grabbed hold of the sides just as her stomach sent up a wave of sick. It splattered at the bottom of the bin with a sickening sound. Blair didn’t care. She kept heaving up bile and acid and everything else that her body hadn’t already gotten rid of.

Dakota’s hand came to rest in the middle of her back. He gave it a firm pat. “Good job, baby. You did so good. Let yourself be sick.”

There wasn’t much more for her to throw up, but Blair didn’t move as she belched and gagged over the bin.

Dakota kept rubbing her back. He couldn’t believe that she lasted so long while feeling as miserable as she did. The wet burps that escaped past her lips made him wince out of sympathy. She really was very sick, and she put her belly through a rough time. She deserved this time to feel nothing but relief. “There you go,” he encouraged. “You don’t have to worry about anything. No one’s looking.”

With a few more dry retches, Blair’s stomach was completely empty. She spat into the bin and wiped the spit off her mouth. “Thank God that’s over.”

Dakota couldn’t agree more. She did amazing. “You're incredible. How'd you pull that off while you were so sick?”

Blair’s chest heaved as she regained her breath. She was happy to see that there weren’t many people around. Everyone had moved on to the next event. “It was pretty impressive, wasn’t it?”

“Heck yeah!”

Blair gave a cocky grin. “I guess I’m just that good. I am the master of my body.”

A/N: I’m really glad you like my writing. It’s one of my main hobbies and I take a lot of pride in it, so it’s reassuring to know other people think I’m good at it.

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For all of their flaws, Luke was, unquestionably, an optimist. So when they first struggled to pass anything in the bathroom, they assumed there was just nothing to pass - after all, they had hardly eaten the last few days. However, as it came to be day four with no movement, they had to admit to themself that their swollen, painful lower abdomen wasn’t a coincidence.

As optimistic as they were, Luke wasn’t an idiot. They knew no amount of force could fix this naturally anymore. Wanting to start slow, they poured a glass of prune juice, and their free hand nursed their bloated gut while they drank. The taste was disgusting, and they fought the urge to spit the juice back out, telling themself to just breathe and power through, like they would for a cam request. They had a glass of water on standby, to wash down the taste, and they chugged it as soon as the juice was gone. Their mouth tasted better, and they sighed in relief. They could handle this.

That reassurance lasted about ten seconds after Luke set down the empty glass. They burped, and the taste of prunes in the back of their throat sent them gagging over the sink. As fast as it went down, the water and juice came right back up. Luke sighed miserably, realizing they were going to have to try something more powerful (and palatable).

After the most humiliating drug store visit of their life, Luke sat down at the kitchen table, a new glass of water beside them. They looked at the label. Take one tablet every six to eight hours as needed. Popping one pill out of the blister pack, Luke downed it with a swig of water. They waited warily to make sure it stayed down, but when their stomach remained settled, they moved to the couch, making sure they had a line of sight on the bathroom.

Four hours later, Luke had suffered through some cramps, gas, and painful belly rumbles, as well as several false alarms. Despite quite a bit of straining, they had yet to actually pass anything. Though they knew they weren’t supposed to take another pill yet, they figured one couldn’t hurt, since nothing had happened.

As they held the little tablet in their hand, a thought occurred to Luke. Would taking one more even do anything? One hadn’t worked before, maybe they needed to take two at once to kickstart things. They shrugged, popping out another pill and swallowing both with water. Once again, they returned to the couch to rub their swollen tummy and watch old Disney movies.

This time, it took maybe thirty minutes for things to start moving. The dull ache in Luke’s belly quickly turned to an agonizing cramp, and their legs wobbled beneath them as they bolted to the toilet. They’d barely even pulled their shorts down, their ass still a few inches from the seat when it started.

A torrent of soft, mushy shit piled into the bowl. It was incredibly painful to pass, as their ass was sore and raw from straining, and their guts were cramping so bad, they almost felt faint.

It took almost a minute for the first wave to taper off, and Luke already felt a pound or two lighter. That wasn’t a good sign, though; their belly was still horribly bloated, taut and gurgling with several days’ worth of waste still waiting to pass. A long, wet fart signified the start of round two, and they groaned loudly as chunky diarrhea tore out of them, adding to the already soiled water.

This time, it came in short, painful bursts. Once every couple of minutes, a bad cramp would hit, and more runny shit would explode into the bowl, interspersed with forceful blasts of gas.

Luke pressed both hands into their swollen gut, desperate for some form of relief. Whether it eased their discomfort or made the rest of the mess come out faster, they didn’t really care. They just needed something to change before they passed out or threw up from the force and pain.

The pressure caused an ominous rumble in their belly, and a massive fart echoed into the bowl. Luke sighed in relief, the pain fading a bit with that pocket of gas gone. Their calm was short lived, as the cramps came back in full force not a minute later. Now they were shitting pure liquid, coming out so fast and so forcefully that it burned.

Luke couldn’t have stopped the movement if they tried. Their only reprieves came at the will of their stomach, when the waves of shit paused to make way for eye-watering gas and cramps. Though the blasts grew less forceful over time, it took over an hour for the diarrhea to actually stop.

They had been sitting on the toilet for so long, Luke’s legs were completely numb. After the solid five minutes they spent wiping, they grabbed onto the counter, and even then they barely stayed upright. Their belly still ached, but they knew they were done shitting for now. It took all their energy just to shuffle back to the living room. As much as they wanted a hot water bottle for their poor pained tummy, they couldn’t have gotten back up for anything at that point.

“There’s my good girl, keep going.”

“You’re too high? No baby, you’re just overheating. Let’s take these clothes off.”

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re so beautiful like this.”

“You’re dizzy? Lay down, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”

“Don’t worry about what my hands are doing. You want a body high don’t you?”