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I wanna grab a handful of your fat belly while hand feeding you.
I wanna hear the low hum in your throat as you're swallowing your food back down.
I wanna hear exactly how much you like being filled this full and don’t worry baby.
I know you have room for seconds. 🖤
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CW: Near bursting
The Fairy’s Punishment, Part 2
The fairy stretched his gossamer wings beneath the overturned drinking glass. His prison. He knew the wizard would come indoors soon, having finished slopping his pigs and working in his garden.
His stomach snarled as he wondered what today would bring. He clamped a hand over his growling stomach. For four days, the wizard had tied him against the wall and stuffed him with blueberry pie until he thought his poor tummy couldn’t possibly hold any more. Until his stomach ached more than he could take.
Afterward, the wizard spelled the food away, leaving him bruised and hollow. For the past two days, the wizard hadn’t fed him at all. Fairies were so small they needed to eat multiple small meals a day to have enough energy to fly. Although about the height of a standing rat, they were slender things who burned up food quickly.
The fairy’s stomach growled ferociously. His stomach twisted with hunger. He could no longer stand up waiting for the wizard to come into the kitchen to decide his fate. Faint, he drifted down to the kitchen counter and sat cross-legged.
No sooner had he sat down, than the kitchen door opened and the wizard entered. Perhaps the wizard would think he had been punished enough for stealing his blueberry pie? Perhaps he was tired of him and would let him go?
The wizard placed a small cloth bag on the counter next to the glass the fairy sat in. “Are you ready to eat now?”
“Please. I’m very hungry. But—”
“But?”
Did he dare say it? “Not so much this time, please. If—if—you don’t mind.”
The wizard shrugged. “I brought you some seeds.”
The fairy’s eyes widened. “I love seeds.” He eyed the little bag. It was much smaller than a pie.
The wizard poured some small black seeds out on the counter. “If I let you eat these yourself, will you stay put?”
He didn’t trust the wizard’s cruel magic to be gentle if he tried to get away. “Yes.”
The wizard lifted the glass from the counter and freed the fairy. The fairy ran to the seeds. Honestly, even if he weren’t scared of the wizard, he would have not tried to leave without feasting on the seeds. He picked one up and examined it. He had never seen its like before. It tasted sweet and delicious. He nibbled the first, but after that he crammed them in his mouth two or three at a time.
They tasted so good and he was sooo hungry. Once he had eaten every single seed from the countertop, he rubbed his full stomach with satisfaction.
“What did you think about those?”
“They were splendid! Thank you.”
“Would you like some more?”
The fairy rubbed his hand up and down his stomach, thinking. He was comfortably full now, but he had missed so many meals and the seeds were so good…. “Definitely!”
“Eat them all.” The wizard poured out more seeds.
This pile was bigger than the last. That didn’t matter. He would eat them all. Happily. Once he had devoured half of it, however, his stomach began to feel tight and heavy. He rubbed a circle around his tummy to make more room and found it was a big, hard bulge. He massaged his stomach until a burp popped out, then returned to eating the delicious seeds.
Eventually, he finished the last one. His tummy had fully rounded out. Not a bulge anymore, but a large marble. A dull ache had entered it. He had eaten too many seeds.
“Your mouth must be parched,” said the wizard. “Have some water.” He gave the fairy a thimble-sized cup.
The fairy was, indeed, parched. Despite his fullness, he drained the cup.
The wizard poured out the remainder of the bag. “Eat the rest of this and I’ll let you go.”
This pile was even bigger than the last. His stomach winced as he looked at the seeds. He wouldn’t have had so much water if he had known about this. Still, he missed his home. “Deal.”
He tried to eat as fast as he could, but his stomach started cramping. He had to slow down not quite halfway through. Doggedly, he pressed onward. His belly swelled twice the size it had been before he started. He clutched it as another cramp rippled through him, his face squinching up into a mask of pain.
He had thought this would be so much easier than the blueberry pie. Somehow, it seemed worse. He thought he could feel his tummy growing as he ate, even when he stopped between bites. His poor tummy ached terribly. He tried to quiet a cramp by pressing his hand against it. He felt his stomach stretch! He could actually feel it beneath his hand.
It was a large round globe sticking out from his slender body. It hurt all over. This is the worst tummy ache, he thought. He hadn’t expected the innocuous seeds to give him such a bad belly ache.
With a determined grimace, he attacked the seeds, trying to forget the terrible pain in his stomach. His intestines writhed within in him, fighting desperately to digest the seeds. His stomach swelled even more as he ate. When an especially powerful wave of pain hit him, he doubled over with a moan.
He looked down, and his poor tummy was huge now. He hadn’t noticed with all of his determined eating. It was easily just as large as when the wizard fed him blueberry pie—a round, full, bloated belly the size of a chicken egg. He didn’t know how he was going to fly like that.
He looked at the seeds miserably. He wanted freedom, but his still swelling stomach was in agony. How much bigger would it get?
He steadied himself. He would walk home if he had to. He lifted three seeds to his mouth and tossed them down. By the time he had almost finished the pile, his stomach looked like a goose egg. The skin was pulled so tight, it blushed. His arms couldn’t get around it to cradle it. Waves of pain spread through his entire, absurdly distended stomach. It was so tight, so hard. He rubbed his sides, wishing he could hold the middle of his aching belly. “Ohhh, my tummy hurts.” His distended belly groaned in response. His belly button popped out.
“Let me help you with the rest.”
Reluctantly, the fairy opened his mouth as the wizard spooned in the rest of the seeds. When, at last, all of the seeds were gone, the fairy held as much of his oversized stomach as he could. It gurgled loudly and quaked under his hands. “I feel like I’m going to burst,” he said, his voice fraught with pain.
“Well, let’s see.” He poked the fairy just above his pushed out bellybutton.
The fairy gave a strangled cry as pain exploded through his already aching belly.
“Hmmm.” The wizard took the fairy’s overindulged stomach between his thumb and forefinger and pressed as if testing a grape for ripeness.
The fairy screamed. The pressure on his distended stomach created unimaginable agony. “Please. Please don’t. I have such a bad tummy ache. My poor tummy can’t take anymore.”
“Humph. I don’t know about that.” He thumped the fairy in the lower belly.
“Oof!” The fairy fell backward, his aching, throbbing stomach like a great dome rising from his body. His abused belly shuddered and groaned. “I’m too full,” he panted. “I’m going to pop.”
The wizard bounced a finger on his prone tummy, causing ripples of pain to radiate through it. “I don’t think so. I think you’re going to be fine, for now.” He placed the drinking glass over the fairy.
“You said you’d let me go. Remember?” He didn’t know how he would leave, but he would drag himself out if need be.
“You broke the deal. I’m keeping you here.”
“What?! No! I ate all of the seeds—every last one!”
“You negated the deal when you asked for my help.” He laughed.
Somehow, the fairy’s stomach swelled more. He could do nothing but moan. The tight skin had reddened around his navel and created a blush over the top of his belly.
The wizard leaned over to peer at him. “You’re getting so big.”
“I don’t know what’s happening. My tummy just keeps swelling up more and more. It’s already so tight. I don’t know how much more I can take.”
“You’d better hope it can take much more. Those are magical seeds. When eaten or soaked, they swell up to ten times their size.”
“No! No! Please, you have to help me! You—you won’t be able to have fun feeding me if I burst!” As he spoke, his intestines chugged and writhed, too full of seeds to digest anything. He was absolutely stuffed with seeds. Swelling seeds, making his stomach puff out to grotesque dimensions.
The wizard smiled at him. “I have an errand to run. If you’re still alive when I return, I’ll take the seeds away and we can have some more fun.” He walked out the door to the outside.
“No! Wait!” he called to the wizard’s back. “You can’t leave me like this!” Tears slid down the fairy’s face as he lay trapped under his huge, aching belly. It stretched more, rising like bread dough in an oven. His skin felt impossibly tight. A new groan erupted from his gurgling tummy. As the swelling continued, his tummy began to creak.
38.7°C... burning up
i tried to keep dinner down, but ithinkmy tummy rejected most of it
so now it’s empty again
maybe you can hear just water and one little white pill floating around and the pill is so lonely inside
wish someone was here to hold me and gently rub my belly until i fall back asleep...
I had such a bad tummy ache 😔 I think the leftovers I had were off. A couple hours after eating, my lower tummy started feeling sick. It was so loud and rumbly and sloshy that I was scared I was going to have explosive… you know what. You can actually hear my poor belly groaning and sounding really liquid when I massage my lower gut.
I was so bloated that it hurt badly - I was so sore I felt like crying. I kept feeling like gas was building and building in my belly, rumbling and adding to the pressure inside my gut without wanting to, well, leave. I kept rubbing my tummy, trying to encourage the gas to move along but my guts were really upset and refused to be efficient. I had to lie down and moan, clutching my tummy in agony until the gas started passing through me. And even then, I still had a bad tummy ache… it took forever to feel better. I kept passing gas as my tummy cramped painfully, making me whimper in pain.
Today I had to run to the toilet immediately upon waking up, holding my upset tummy and moaning as my bad belly relieved itself. My belly has been feeling unwell all day. It’s not quite diarrhea, but my tummy is sick and unhappy. I’m still bloated and uncomfortable, and my guts are rumbling and feeling really full. I need someone to take care of my sick tummy 😔
ND Whumpee whose illness/injury interferes with their self soothing stims, e.g. trying to rock back and forth but the sickness is making their head and stomach swim so bad
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what I'm going to do is plug a boy up, tie a ribbon around his belly, and tell him that I'll unplug him once he's big enough around to break the ribbon. Now, will be eat at his usual rate, so his belly bloats slowly and he can get used to the pressure, or will he gorge himself to get it over with soon as possible? Either way, at night when he's moaning in his sleep, unable to find a position that isn't putting terrible pressure on his swollen belly, I loosen the ribbon a little. He can take another day
Why not go even further and use a thick leather belt instead? It would be so much more sturdy and hard to break~
He eats as much as he can to try and snap the buckle, but its never enough. The pressure of his swollen belly under the belt is agonizing, feeling it dig hard into his bloated flesh, stomach straining around so much food. He moans and whimpers from the pain, still trying to stuff more down his throat, but with each passing day, his tummy gets bigger and more painful, and the belt holds fast. Soon, his tummy becomes so tight, you couldn't even get the belt off of him if you wanted to. Now it looks like the only way its coming off is if he really manages to break through it, but his belly is so full, it looks like he might burst before the belt does...
Can I get a little indulgent fic with either Max or Leo (and their respective caregivers)? Just a straight up belly ache, not necessarily emeto or the other way, but just a plain old upset belly ache.
-🫖
Dishwasher
Leo yawned, putting the rest of the cake away in the fridge and moving to the sink in order to wash up the dishes that didn't fit in the dishwasher, while Jonah collected the mess around their apartment.
He was pleasantly sleepy and stuffed with food, stomach sluggishly churning the rich food. Jon crouched down next to the dishwasher in order to load it up with the glasses and Leo turned on the faucet, starting to wash.
"So," he interrupted himself with another yawn, "Wendy used us."
"What?" Jonah chuckled, sounding confused. He finished playing Tetris with the various sized glasses — wine glasses, champagne flutes, round soda ones, square whiskey ones — and started to put the plates in their correct places, "whatever do you mean?"
"Luke and Bell weren't invited to the party," Leo pouted, scrubbing away at the ridiculously large cake plate, "and apparently the whole surprise party was actually Luke's idea ages ago... And then I told Luke about it, even though he wasn't invited, so she used me to hurt my best friend. Real fucking nice."
Road Trip Emeto Senarios
I've been stuck in a car for about 17 hours, and naturally, that's got my mind running.
Motion sickness is a classic one. Someone is just a little too hot and a little too cramped in the car, and they start feeling dizzy. They try and crack a window, and it helps for a little. But eventually, the nausea returns stronger. The road is hilly and bumpy and miserable. " 'm not feeling...very- hurk-" By the time they need to tell someone to pull over, they already have their hands over their mouth, puke seeping through their fingers and onto their lap.
Eating something that doesn't agree with them. That gas station food didn't look that bad, but who know how long it's been sitting there. It starts with a rumble in their stomach that they try to ignore. It gets more and more noisy. The other people in the car tease them about it. And they try and laugh it off, but their stomach is really starting to hurt. They burp a few times while adjusting the seat belt, trying to relieve pressure on their bloated stomach. It's painfully cramping almost constantly now. "Guys...that food isn't sitting right..." They admit eventually. The car pulls over and they vomit all over the side of the road. They spent the rest of the ride pale and shaky. They keep a bag hooked around their ears because they can't stop pulling over every few minutes. Bonus points if it's the same bag they ate out of.
Heat sickness is also a good one. A group has been planning a summer break trip. But they car they're going to take has it's AC break around half an hour into the trip. They're too far to go back and use someone else's, so they stick it out. Eventually, the heat starts to get to someone. Their sweat is sticky, and the heat is suffocating. There are too many bodies and bags packed into the car. All the windows are down, but it barely makes a difference. There's no warning when someone in the backseat spews all over themselves. The heat makes the smell unbearable, and it sets off the rest of the people in the car.
If anyone has any more scenarios, I'd love to hear them
