Stuffing, emeto (no actual puking, just mentioned and close calls), eructo, eprocto, and poor Vampetty w a terrible belly ache under the cut from anon. This shit is RIGHT up my alley anon!! 🤤🤤🤤💖💖💖
AAAAAUAUAAUAGGAH YES I LOVE THIS is love when vampires eat human food and it just wrecks havoc on their poor tummy </3
He can handle SOME human food without it having terrible consequences. It'll just make his belly feel a bit uneasy and get him a little bloated. But one night at the ministry, they serve the absolute best mac and cheese he's ever had. Pet had always LOVED mac and cheese when he was still human. He missed it so much. So he just goes absolutely nuts refilling his plate over and over with more and more helpings. It'll be worth the little belly ache, he thinks.
The amount he eats would've been enough to have a *human* stomach hurting pretty bad. What it does to his vamp stomach? Horrible. He ends up regretting it so much.
He feels it about 5 big plates in. A sudden cramp followed by the most angry butterflies (they're more like bees) thrashing in his belly. It gives an ominous, wet gurgle that has him freezing mid bite. With a hand gently pressed to his middle, he excuses himself, sweat dripping down his face under his mask.
V ends up curled up on his side in bed, whimpering and gripping his stomach as it revolts. Laying down is making him even more afraid of throwing up, bile rising up his throat with every long belch, so he settles for sitting on the floor with his bucket, still cradling his rounded belly. It's just so *loud*. Sloshing, groaning, bubbling… he burps behind his fist several times, his mouth pooling with saliva that he drools out mindlessly. He never actually throws up, but every lurch in his belly is a way-too-close call. He feels like he's on a rollercoaster.
When it's digested a little more thats when it starts building up way too quick to just be burped out. He can feel his intestines quivering with gas as it works its way to his back end. He blushes every time a hot, disgusting fart blasts out of him. The smell is only making his nausea more aggressive, and to make matters worse it's like he can't get any room no matter how much he farts. His belly is always so tight, constantly teeming with gas that never stops brewing. He feels like an over inflated balloon. It hurts so bad…He almost doesn't even care if someone walking by can hear him, just bears down and pushes out whatever he can. He needs any relief he can get.
In fact- he kind of hopes someone does hear him, just to see if they'd take pity on their papa and try to make his tummy feel better. He leans his head back against the wall and shuts his eyes, imagining what they'd say to him if they found him in this state.
“Poor thing, I saw you at dinner. Just couldn't help yourself huh?... there, there, that's it. Get all that nasty gas out. Doesn't that feel good? Satanas, you're so round and noisy. How much did you eat?”
Would it be a ghoul that braves the smell and helps him soothe his poor tummy? Or maybe it would be a sibling. The embarrassment makes the fluttering in his belly just a little worse. It lurches again, and he feels the button on his pants dig in a little more as his stomach inflates with more uncontrollable gas. He whines and wiggles his hips uncomfortably, rubbing his stretched, rumbling belly with both hands, and hardly even having to strain to push another long fart out.
The imaginary voice speaks again “Satanas, that was a big one. I bet you feel so much better. Good job, Papa, there's a good boy.”
