unwellness

In cars, on planes, out and about in public, you name it.

Their stomach is a bubbly roiling mess but they can’t or won’t get to a bathroom, leaving them no option to hold it until they get home. Maybe they make it, maybe they don’t, who knows.

When Sickie doesn't come back, Caretaker sends a text.

Caretaker: You ok?

Sickie: No.

Your naked partner has stuffed themselves to the max, and then kept going. Their stomach is hugely distended, swollen to the point of agony. But they keep going. You can hear the heaviness and pain in each swallow as their stomach is completely packed and food is beginning to back up into their throat. You seat yourself so they’re between your legs as you wrap you arms around their swollen midriff, light touches and strokes only. No pressure at all. You want to see how much they can force in, how far they can go before their body gives up.

They pause for a moment, cake midway to their mouths. You feel the ripple of stomach muscles clenching beneath your palm as they snap their mouth shut and hold back a gag. You lightly stroke their tummy and lean in closer, putting your head into the crook of their neck so you can whisper loving praise and soothing reassurances as they battle to keep the food in them a little longer. Their stomach clenches again and they let out another gag followed by an awfully wet burp. Another hard clench constricts their stomach and they pitch forward, still clamping their mouth closed but unable to control the involuntary movement as their body tries to get into prime puking position. You hear the silenced wretch in their throat, deep and wet. They finally drop the cakes slice and slam their hand against their mouth, but another wretch has undigested food and saliva spilling out between their fingers and onto the floor.

“Okay darling, it’s okay, you did so good. Let it out. I’m here.” You soothe them as they finally let go, torrents of undigested food projectile from their mouths, splattering the floor as you gently rub circles on their tummy, wanting to soothe the gut wrenching constriction of their severely bloated tummy. It was like rock beneath your palm, completely and utterly solid. No give, not even the slightest squish to it, just completely solid distended stomach against your hand. You feel your arousal come on hard and fast, and know that despite the vomiting and obvious discomfort, your partner is surely as, if not more so, aroused as you.

There is a small break in the vomiting, and you guide your partner to the bathroom, one hand round their waist and on their tummy at all times. By the time they make it in front of the toilet their stomach is already clenching, still so stuffed with food. Your partner whines, leaning over the toilet, one hand supporting them whilst the other finds its way on top of your spare hand. They guide your hand between their legs, their touch eager, clearly desperate for sexual release. You respond with gentle yet firm touches, then lean your hips into them as they lean over the toilet sickly. You grind against them, pushing your crotch against their ass hard. They groan in pleasure but it’s stifled quickly by a wet belch and a sickly trickle of vomit running into the toilet. Your hand on their stomach can feel the torment beneath it. Their stomach is bubbling angrily, muscle spasms constantly threatening to take over and expel the contents.

More sickly burps, small amounts of saliva and minimal puke follow over the next few minutes. You continue to touch your partner and grind against them, pleased by the wetness you’re both creating and feeling. They turn their head and look pleadingly into your eyes.

“Help me. Help my tummy. Please make me feel better.” They whine seductively.

So your belly starts to churn and cramp with those big gurgles that tells you there's also bad gas in the mix... and it makes you feel really full up and bloated. But you're in no position to poop right now, maybe in public or a train or plane with no accessible bathroom for hours. So all you can do is hold it all in.

The full pressure makes you want to burst out of both ends and desperate for relief you start thinking about letting out some of the gas even though you KNOW you'll have an accident. But your belly hurts real bad and you start instictively massaging the swollen thing for just a bit of relief. You really can't hold it much longer...

The big full feeling is making you nauseous too. And then your belly spasmed involuntarily, and you gag, and there was some air that brought up with it. The little relief your sick belly felt was bliss... so you clench, rubbed your belly upwards your chest, and you start burping bit by bit, trying to stay discreet and hunching as low as possible, hoping it'll help stave the diarrhea away for another few hours.

He calls out as soon as the 10 minute mark hits. Both of their bellies are having an absolute blowout right now and he's been holding his diarrhea as he clutches his belly with both arms and moan in pain on the couch. "Please come out," he says pathetically as another liquid gurgle reverbrates through is poor bloated stomach, cramping his waist to make him let out some gas. He reaches a hand towards his rear and presses it against his butt, afraid of having an accident. "I can't hold it anymore, I need to shit so bad."

"I can't make it stop!" His roommate yells behind the closed bathroom door. It was half an excuse and half a plea. "It just keeps coming out..."

He groans as another urge to pass gass comes. The other hand stuck pressing against his butt grows warmer, and he feels like he's going to explode from the pressure. His entire belly feels like it's filled with liquid. "Please," he begs, doubling over, even when he knows it's useless, "I can't hold it - I'm so full, hurts so bad, I'm going to shit right here if you don't...!"

"I'm trying!"

He feels like sobbing. He doesn't want to have diarrhea anywhere else, he physically couldn't; they've tried trash bags and diapers to no avail. He needed to sit over the toilet and let the sickness all out, but there's nothing he could do now, so he just curls up, knee against his chest, and cradles his poor gurgling and belching belly, hoping he can hold it all in for another minute.

He's grunting with exertion and drenched in cold sweat when his roommate emerges from the bathroom, equally spent and exhausted. He watched him flop on the couch and mutter weakly "it's all yours." he eyes the toilet across the room in relief before his belly gives another sharp cramp and thick rumble of trapped gas and he realizes: he is never going to make it there without shitting himself.

"What's wrong?" His roomate asks. "Just go. You said you were gonna shit yourself."

"I will," he moans helplessly, curling his body up even closer. "Can't hold it - gonna shit myself if I move..."

"You can make it," his roommate encourages, "better all out than nothing."

He's held everything in for so long, and the burning in his belly along with the angrier sloshing means his own body won't stand it any longer. But as soon as he uncurls from the floor, a sharp cramp hits along with a sudden loud gurgle - his belly squeezes involuntarily, entire body pushing and grunting before he realizes - "hrkk - nghh, shit! Shit!"

A loud burst of gas, followed by hot liquid running down his intestines. His belly feels like it's on fire as he presses his hand firmly against his rear and makes a dash toward the bathroom - feels the chunks of diarrhea stain his hand and spurt through his fingers, and it burns, can't hold it, can't...!

Just bloated, aching, super sick bellies. Nauseating churning, bowels that are cramping. Needing to eat something but knowing it’s just gonna rush right through. Desperate belly rubs and pained little groans. Nothing reducing the painful bloat inside. Getting up to rush to the bathroom with a bucket in hand.

Despite this they stay on vacation. One day on the beach. B rushes into the water and proceeds to have bad watery stool.

A doesn’t notice and thinks B is just cooling off cuz it’s hot and they are not feeling so good.

It soon stops and B feels a little better but not much knowing it’ll probably happen again soon.

A soon joins them in the water and then B grips their shoulders and gives A their my stomach hurts and it’s gonna burst face. They scrunch up and A looks shocked and concerned. But lets B hold onto their shoulders as B pushes out gas and tons of watery stool. A holds them up as they push and push. It feels like it won’t end. Finally it stops and A helps them wash up and they decide that’s enough beach for the day.