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Castor Continued

Timeline:

Monday-Friday—Upset stomach. Feel kinda sickly bloated and stuffed up despite not really eating much of anything. Doesn't matter, power through my week feeling random spurts of hunger.

Saturday around 1-2AM, feel ravenous and know I've got appointments in the morning that'll mean I can't eat at a decent time, so I sneak downstairs to eat some cup noodle. Not the best thing to shove into an upset stomach, but it's the most convenient thing that won't make a lot of noise and risk waking anyone.

Saturday around 10AM—do errands on an empty stomach and feeling beyond exhausted.

Saturday noon-3: Big bowl of noodles down the hatch + running around doing errands.

Saturday—3PM-Midnight: Crash—sleep. Wake up knowing I should be hungry, and knowing that if I were to massage my guts, I'd get ravenously hungry. Decide to try and sleep before I can feel the hunger pangs.

Sunday 1-2PM: Finally eat a little something.

Oof, so I wrote Castor around midnight—after an unexpected 9-ish hour nap. I'd debated going downstairs to make myself something to eat, as the only thing in my belly all day had been the bowl of noodles. I ended up opting to sleep more, 'cuz clearly, I was exhausted. Woke up almost at 7AM and debated getting up to make food. Messed around on my computer a bit and fell asleep again until closer to 11AM—at which point I decided to get up and start my day.

If we wanna count the hours, the large bowl of noodles I ate before the 9 hour nap happened around 1PM. So, I ended up going about 22 hours without food after that bowl of noodles.

However, to appreciate the state of my guts, we have to rewind a bit further. Before the bowl of noodles, the only other thing in my stomach was a serving of cup-noodles I'd snuck downstairs to eat after midnight the night before because I'd been hungry. And I was only hungry at such an odd hour because of a week-long upset-stomach.

Honestly, I think the only reason why my stomach wasn't waking me with hunger pangs is the lingering upset that's been plaguing it all week. It was too busy twisting itself into cramping knots rather than send hunger signals to my brain.

I felt queasy all week. Feeling just a tad over-full after the big bowl of noodles around 1PM on Saturday was the best my tummy had felt all week. I felt kinda “normal” after the 9 hour nap...but wondered if perhaps my guts were only calm 'cuz they'd finally gone into sleep mode. There was a lingering queasiness just beneath the surface then...which is part of the reason I opted to go back to sleep rather than eat.

Sunday, I woke up a bit queasy. Ate a light breakfast but still felt hungry, so I made myself a pot of broth with some noodles...it was a small-to-medium portion...but I was achingly over-full after it. The fullness didn't hit right away. It was only about 20 minutes after I finished lunch that I realized my stomach felt sick and very, very stretched.

I'd gone to lie down for a while. Bad for digestion, sure, but I felt like a beached whale. All that broth was churning around in my belly. There weren't any gurgles or sloshes—even with a stethoscope. But I felt like an over-filled water-balloon.

Honestly, I thought I was going to throw up. I spent a few minutes laying down and rubbing my tummy, trying to see if it was going to bring anything back up. Like, maybe the week-long upset was a precursor to a big spew or something?

I didn't end up throwing up, but I was too afraid to be too rough with my stomach (hypothetically, if a sadistic partner wants to write me a scenario where they do it, I won't say 'no' ^^). Eventually, the 'stuffed-sick' feeling faded.

It's currently around 2AM of Monday...and I'm starting to get hungry and debating finding food. I've got another full week of work ahead of me and I'm not looking forward to another week-long stomach-upset.

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Castor Upset

Stomach's been upset for a few days—intestines cramping up and refusing to digest properly. It's been messing with my appetite for about four or five days now. I've been ravenously hungry at random, inconvenient times, and kind of feeling sickly and full during the times when it's most normal to actually be eating anything.

For the last few days, it's been like, I'll wake up and my guts feel stuffed up and sick. So I opt to skip breakfast, lest I be sick or need a washroom somewhere during the two hour transit adventure just to get to my place of work. My stomach will finally start feeling hungry...less than 10 minutes before my shift. If I'm lucky, I have just enough time to grab something quick—baked good or wrap or something. With that down the hatch, I start work.

My workplace gives us awkward hours. Just enough to be considered an employee, but not enough for a proper lunch break. We get a 10-15 min break somewhere during our shift. Not really enough time for a proper meal.

It's hit or miss whether I feel hungry at all during my shift at work. I think, for the last 5 days I've genuinely felt hungry maybe two or three out of five shifts? If I'm lucky, I have a little something in my backpack—granola bar, or sometimes a sandwich that I'll scarf down during my break.

Endure a 2ish hour trip back home via transit. I think only one out of the five shifts this past week have had me feeling hungry going home—the other four had crampy, sickly indigestion as my transit-buddy.

We've had lots of left-overs in the fridge for the last while. Family's been entertaining guests and going out to restaurants and whatever and bringing home left-overs and whatever else. Unfortunately, most of the people in my house are blind to whatever we actually have in the fridge. Once it's in the fridge, nobody else will eat it. So I end up eating reheated whatever at home. Maybe two out of the last five days it's been eating because I feel a bit peckish, the other three were just me eating to help clear space in the fridge, or because it'd be awkward not to have any dinner.

Probably four nights out of the last five, I've been hit with intense hunger pangs around midnight-4AM that make it impossible to sleep. No wonder I've been sleep deprived.

Finally had my first day off and I ended up sleeping through most of it. I woke up to go to an appointment, came home intent on catching a nap, but family decided, “It's your day off—lets go out for lunch! No buts! You must be sick of all the left overs!” Not wanting to pass up the chance at eating non-reheated food, I took it, despite my guts being kind of upset all morning.

One large bowl of noodles later, upset was festering in my lower intestines while the rest of my digestive tract was pleasantly full. I got home and promptly fell asleep...for 9 hours. 9 hours between coming home from lunch and now it's after midnight.

My stomach's currently fluctuating between 70-30—hunger and upset keep switching percentages on me. I've been rubbing it and messing with my navel, trying to massage deeply into my guts in hopes that it'll settle on a sensation that gives me clear direction in how to deal with it. If upset wins, I'm going back to sleep and hoping for the best. If hunger wins, I'm going to have to figure out if it's worth it to sneak down and find something to eat while the rest of the house is asleep. It's been gurgling too—sometimes sounding upset and other times being a hungry growl.

A friend of mine recently got into using Castor Oil for health benefits. She's been using it for hair and skin stuff. I did some research and read about something called 'navel pulling'--applying Castor oil to the navel. It's supposed to quell aches (e.g. Period cramps) and possibly aid in digestion? Most sources I've read claim that there isn't a scientific base for any of those claims. Maybe the week-long upset has something to do with that. I've been using myself as a Guinea pig and applying some of the oil to my navel every night, giving myself a bit of a stomach-massage in hopes it'll promote better digestion or something. Maybe that's why my guts have been upset all week?

As always, send me your best responses. I'm actually curious if anyone else has tried 'navel pulling' and Castor Oil on the tummy. Any advice?

For those starved for more scenario stuff, how would you respond? If you were my partner and found me massaging my achy, hungry, upset guts before bed. Or if you woke up to hear my stomach grumbling from dueling sensations at 3AM. What would you do?

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Haven't heard from you in a while hope your ok!

How sweet!

Thank you for the concern. I'm adjusting to some life/scheduling changes. Still juggling jobs and student stuff. One of my current jobs is diagonally across my city, so it adds an hour each way on transit compared to what I used to be working. It becomes an extra 90 minutes if timing causes me to just miss a connecting bus ^^; So...spending roughly 4 hours in transit for half the week doesn't leave much time for anything else.

Being a student (again) means meeting new people and making new friends, so I've been investing time and effort into those rather than be alone on tumblr.

All that being said, I did update the pinned post and I mean it when I say that I'm open to people responding to/interacting with anything already posted. Askbox is still open. If people wanna Inspire Me, maybe I could be convinced to take an hour or two off of sleep or something else to devote to this blog?

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I know you said you don't like gas stuff but I have to ask. What would you have done if that last bus actually arrived. You on the back of a bumpy bus for like 30 minutes with the amount of gas that burger was producing sounds like a recipe for you ending up extremely bloated with so much pressure on your tummy......

Referring to this post?

I actually avoid the back of the bus entirely. Given that it was the last bus of the night, not likely to have been crowded. Also, with it being way after dark (near midnight), I would have 100% stuck near the driver--both to avoid the bumpiness as well as for safety reasons.

Also, 50 min walk actually translates to maybe a 4-10 minute bus ride where I'm from, unless the bus takes an extremely meandering, convoluted route.

Hypothetically, if I had made the bus and been bloating and grumbling throughout, I would have just hugged my bags over my front, possibly used the cover of my bags to cover my hands massaging deeply into my guts, and I would have done the sitting trick to render expulsions silent. Would have probably swallowed back any burps though, unless I could guarantee that they were the quiet kind.

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Stress, Bad food...Semester going out with a bang in my tummy...

It's nearing the end of the academic semester where I am. My 2 workplaces are all jockeying, demanding more of my time…and here I am just trying to find time to finish the semester strong.

What's the point of paying for all of this if I flunk out, right? Unfortunately, I have 3 professors, each with less than 2 years of post-secondary 'instructing' under their belts…and none of them have any clue what is going on. Literally, one of them has a buddy that is a professor in a completely different program--think, my instructor is a philosophy course…their buddy is something in the math field. Unfortunately, my professor decides that 'post-secondary' is all the same, so when they're scrambling for something to grade us with, they literally have just "borrowed" material and assignments from the buddy in another field. This is a philosophy course…and we're being graded on calculus. Not these specific disciplines, but similar situation (some IRL friends know my situation and how I bitch about incompetent professors…so…changing details slightly to avoid the possibility of IRL people likening my complaints and finding this. Also, Tuition's going up by about $200 per course next semester. RIP lunch money, I barely knew you.

On top of all of that, I have also managed to catch the eye of a stalker. I tend to stay late on-campus to get my academic work done because there are too many people in my home to allow me to concentrate. If I go home, I'm helping with dinner prep or expected to pick up after younger members of the household--so I often stay on-campus until long after the sun goes down. At least 3 nights a week, this one guy will follow me on transit and while walking back home. Literally, he waits for a bus going east and mine goes west of campus, and yet every time I get to my stop and see him across the street, he'll eventually cross the road to board my bus--directly behind me. He also gets off at my stop, even when I deliberately get off a few stops before or after my real stop. I've managed to lose him by ducking into one of the nearby establishments on my way home, so I haven't led him to my home (yet?). On more than one occasion, I've had to rely on the help of strangers. e.g. if I know I'm passing a guy that looks trustworthy, or even a beat cop out on patrol. I'll make a show of being uncomfortable, shifting my bag or gripping my keys tightly, Every time, the dude follows me up until I do something to shake him off, or I get authorities involved if we're passing a police officer on patrol. I'll make a show of being wary in front of the cop, or I'll outright tell 'em someone has been following me. So far, that's deterred the stalker from following me all the way home. Stalker literally does a 180 and I've clocked him getting on a different bus after back-tracking the 3-10 blocks they followed me on.

With everything going on, I think it's safe to say that I am stressed? Stress tends to do nasty things to my tummy. It's like my guts are tied in knots and refuse to digest at all.

Stalker started roughly 4 weeks ago (when I started noticing him) and final assignments and exam schedule wasn't released until 2 days ago. Si U was stressing over an assignment that wasn't even announced yet

Today, I stayed so late to finish assignments that the only food option left open when I started to feel hungry was a place specializing in spicy, overly greasy, barely-edible burgers that look like they hit their best before date 10 years ago. I went, got the least offensive-looking thing on the menu, and ate. It's been 9 hours and my stomach is still letting out sickly rumbles. I feel bloated, as though I spent all day cramming sweets and empty calories into my face (I did not). The greasy barely-a-burger has been churning around in my gus all day. My intestines clearly are not accepting it, because I ve spent the last 9 hours feeling like my stomach and my intestines are playing hot-potato with sludge. There's a bloated, queasiness around my diaphragm, and my tummy has been letting out sickly rumbles for hours now. You know those onomatopoeia that are just 'grrr' with the occasional capital letter mixed in? That's my tummy right now. If you were standing on the other side of the room, you'd hear it too. It's a sickly, pathetic little growl with the occasional wet-sounding gurgle shaking things up as my stomach and intestines argue about what direction to send the slop.

Also, I'm not a fan of gas-related stuff. I still am not, but the gas generated by that burger was insane. The last bus failed to show after the late-night burger, so I walked back to where I was staying for the night--about a 50 minute walk. I actually had to stop a couple of times throughout the walk to 'de-gas' myself because my entire digestive tract felt like it was hooked up to a pump--the pressure was intense and it was fighting to get out of me from both ends.

I fell asleep typing this, so I'm just now finishing it up. I got about 5 hours of shut-eye and woke up to a sickly shuddering in my intestines. It's a lot less noisy than it was last night--last night, the sickly growls and whines from my guts were constant--firing off literally with only 3-30 seconds between them. And the sounds got more loud and sickly-sounding every time I put a hand on my belly or gave it a little rub.

I'm pausing occasionally to give it a bit of a rub as I finish writing this. No audible sounds (yet) since waking, but there've been a few sickly twinges from my lower belly. Something is stirring and quaking, and I'm about 98% sure I'm going to have a spontaneous, intense stomach ache when my stomach wakes up more fully and finds the remnants of whatever it struggled with all of last night. The other 2% is wary about the idea of throwing up. The quaking is too low to feel like vomit…but considering how sickly my guts felt all of last night…it wouldn't be surprising if the barely-a-burger gave me food poisoning or whatever and my guts have decided a total clean-out is in order.

I've been stressed for weeks due to this semester and the 3 incompetent professors (we've been notified by administration that the professors are under review, and the gossip mill is strongly leaning toward the idea of these 3 no longer being employed next semester). All this stress and all the extra work I've put in to grasp concepts/material on my own time/research has finally caught up with me, I guess. I've been dealing with low-key stomach upsets all semester…but this one just feels different. More intense, more sickly, more longer-lasting. It's like my guts finally decided to call it quits.

Honestly…I've never considered the idea of going to a masseuse or whatever. I'm kind of touch-adverse? Like…I grew up in a household that was never big on practicing physical affection--hugs and kisses just weren't a thing in my house (family was good, we just did not do that sort of thing). All that being said, I've been watching a few of those belly-massage videos and "asmr" and kind of want to try the experience someday. Considering how sickly my tummy feels right now…how backed-up, clogged up, and sickly it feels from a combination of stress and the grosser kind of fast food…honestly really tempted to find a masseuse to help me manually un-clog my poor, sickly belly. I probably won't do it because I'm still kinda touch-adverse in real life, and it's not like I'd be able to afford such a thing on a student's budget. I know, stranger-danger and such is a thing as well, so I probably wouldn't do it…but those videos of people with this interest meeting up at a hotel or whatever else to indulge…honestly, kind of wishing for such a scenario 'cuz it might mean a low-cost way of getting someone else's hands on my tummy and letting it be their concern for a bit.

So…what would you do? Stress and bad food are wreaking havoc on a poor little tummy. You all know I crave a bit of a sadistic attention. Where would you touch? What kind of pressure? Send me your best responses.

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When a girl is too full and swollen so when you push on her tummy you just hear (or feel!)

*guuOORRBBLLSSHHHH*

*Gllupglupglupglup... blooarrrggglllere*

*guuUURRGGLLEEE*

Like... baby, awhhhh... your tummy really doesn't know what to do with all that, does it? Poor thing(; Let me help your stomach move all its problems forward ... and we'll see how down bad you get from feeling it all churning inside you 😘

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Need me a girl stuffed so silly so I can use my hands to digest her food for her, the useless brat... 🥺🤭

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Might as well try my luck! Have to piggy back from the last anon and be "Rough" to your tummy when it's painfully stuffed. It just adds a little extra something when your already feel like your gonna pop and everything I'm doing to your tummy is definitely not helping. Combine this with a little pyloric valve abuse and I think your gonna be in for a long night. Taking your tummy from painfully stuffed to suddenly hallow and empty as your intestines are forced to fill with a ton of mush that is hours early. Don't even get me started on the process of forcing your painfully stuffed tummy to empty early to. With all that stuffed into your intestines now that means there's plenty of room in your tummy again. A big hefty meal later with plenty of liquids and you'll be right back to painfully stuffed. A few cycles of forcing more out of your stomach into your already packed intestines and then packing your tummy right back up to the brim and you'll be completely stuffed solid from top to bottom. Painfully stuffed and drum tight as your whole abdomen gurgles. A few hard slaps to really increase the ache your feeling in your tummy and then i think its time we break out the suction toys and see how much your poor navel can take when your that full.

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Pyloric valve abuse + suction toys? Ok--100% yup. I'm hanging out with you.

I don't know how much of a hang-out this is going to be. My guts are pretty sluggish, particularly when they are over-full. I try not to stuff myself often because my stomach feels over-full for hours upon hours when I do (sometimes days, depending on the food). Forcing stuff to funnel into my intestines before they usually do, shocking my intestines with the sudden influx of barely-digested food…that's a recipe for a nasty tummy ache--guaranteed. Not sure how fun the hang-out will be 'cuz I'll basically be laying there, squirming and probably crying from my stomach aching.

Ugh…you did all that just to make more room? You really are playing rough. And liquids too? Oh gosh…so you're going for the triple threat of full, sloshy, and sick? Did you graduate with a MBA (Master of Belly Abuse)?

A few cycles? I don't know how many I can take. Just one would have my torso fit to bursting--zero give in both the upper or lower area. The stuff you packed into my stomach-organ would sit like curing cement 'cuz there's nowhere to go with my intestines as packed as they are with food that hasn't digested enough for them to deal with (easily). 'Stuffed solid'--emphasis on 'solid'--oooh…rock-hard abs…without the abs.

You're gonna slap it? Ooh…I don't know. It'd be like slapping a brick wall--your hand would start to hurt, for sure. And the shockwaves would be useless, just make me feel every little reverb as they travel through the dense mass that is food and guts. It'd feel interesting, for sure.

The suction toy? Dang. That's going to do some damage. My navel's pretty stubborn and it actually takes a lot to get it up and out. As packed-full as I'd be, I don't know if there'll be enough give for my taut belly to allow my navel to come up. The stretch would be intense if it didn't rip the thin, sensitive skin of my navel outright. If you get lucky, like a crane game, and manage to draw up a bit of intestine with that toy, we're going to be in for a live performance of our favourite orchestra--The Intestines ft. Indigestion. My intestines would be griping and gurgling angrily at the suction toy, for sure.

And, of course, what's the point of a suction toy if you don't get to tease and torment that sensitive nub you've so carefully extracted? To prevent it from going back in, like a shy turtle, you've probably already got those little elastics on-hand, don't you? You're gonna tie off my stubborn navel, aren't you? You gotta move fast though--once it's been tied off like the loose end of an engorged balloon, it's gonna go numb really quick. If you want me to feel anything you do to it--start flicking, or something before it just all feels like pins and needles to me.

What other fun could we have with my stomach in this state? Anyone else wanna inspire something?

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Mmm I think I would define rough as abusing your poor navel when your already bloated and full. Using a pen or my finger to show you how shallow it is because your so full as your tummy groans in response. Throw it some rough jiggles and pokes to

Response to this reblog--I kind of turned it into an ask game ^^;

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Starting things off with a navel-themed one? Anon--I love you already ^^

Pens and fingers aren't really all that exciting though.

Love the idea of messing with my navel when I'm achingly full though. It'd be noisy too, poking around in there, pinching or poking at my intestines and nudging them into doing something (maybe even out of sequence--to really disrupt digestion and gimme a nasty upset).

I don't think my navel's ever actually gotten shallow from over-eating…it might need some help on that front. Any ideas, anon?

Not a fan of 'jiggles', to be honest, but I get what you mean here. There probably wouldn't be much give to jiggle though--full as I am it'd be like trying to rock a boulder or bowling ball. I'm assuming the goal is beyond capacity if there's enough internal pressure to change the topography of my navel? Like…we talkin' painfully stuffed to the limit, or mildly full? There's a difference in how my stomach's gonna feel depending on those factors.

For the record…yes…you got me. This anon is invited to hang (hypothetically).

Well then, anyone else wanna try and entice me to hanging out with them (hypothetically)? Send me your best responses ^^

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Intriguing.

My answer depends on what your definition of 'rough' is.

Inbox is open to any that wanna define it and play a game--lets see if I'll actually hang out with anyone ^^

Make me an offer and lets see if any of you are offerin' the kind of stuff that'd make me wanna hang (all hypothetical/fictional/for the sake of 'engagement' on here, of course)

Can we hang out. I promise it'll be weird and I'll be rough with your belly.

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Cold drinks experimental thoughts

Growing up, I was often told that drinking too many cold drinks would give me a stomach ache. Same with not zipping up my jacket in the winter--that if I let my stomach get cold, I'd get a stomach ache.

Recently, I've been wondering if there's any truth to what sounded like superstitions as a kid. I know that I have experienced a type of stomach ache that didn't feel like a trip to the washroom or expelling contents in any form would make it better--it just hurt a lot. So I've started wondering if that was the kind of stomach ache the older people were always warning me about and it made me realize that there may be a grain of truth to cold + stomach = tummy ache.

Slush-drinks, or eating too many ice-cubes has often given me that specific kind of stomach ache--the kind that hurts really bad but doesn't feel like it's pressuring anything to come out.

I looked it up "Slush drinks cause stomach aches?" and, apparently, it's true. The cold can irritate the nerves in the stomach and intestines--causing cramps. The cold temperatures can also slow down digestion (idk, some contact-cryosleep effect?). People with pre-existing bowel conditions may also have stomachs that are hyper-sensitive to that kind of stimuli.

Honestly, part of me is really tempted to chug a large, slushy drink on an empty stomach to see the results…but I remember that type of tummy ache very clearly and the idea of putting myself through one terrifies me. It really hurts and there's no relief for it. In the case of indigestion, usually a trip to the washroom helps. If nauseous, actually throwing up quells the ache. The cold-induced stomach ache doesn't come with a clear path to relief. It's slowing stuff down and forcing everything to cramp up--so NOTHING is moving to either end--it's all sorta squeezing in on itself, like crumpling a piece of paper as tight as you can or something.

I don't have a lot of time, but I wish I could play with the idea of cold-induced stomach aches a lot more. If I ever did it, I'd definitely need to ensure I had a heating pack or something at the ready to try and warm up my achy tummy and thaw it out. Unfortunately, heat packs don't stay hot enough for very long…so…even if i were to heat one up before chilling my guts, by the time I need the pack it'll probably be too cooled off to be much help. And if my guts are aching and cramping at that point, I definitely wouldn't be keen on the idea of walking around to get it reheated. Maybe what's needed here is a partner with warm hands--someone that'll force me to chug the slush when I'm apprehensive about the ache it'll give me. Someone teasing my empty belly, giving it naught but slush or shaved ice to fill itself with. Someone that'll document the results of our experiment--pain rating scales, where, exactly, in my torso the pain is concentrated, whether the pain intensifies with certain stimuli or whatever. Whether my frozen guts are vocal about it, etc. Any takers? Anyone wanna inspire me to work on this idea? Has anyone ever done this? Stuffed themselves with frozen treats on an empty stomach? What were the results?

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I was thinking about writing a response to your pressure indicator navel post but it's a little old and I just wanna make sure that's ok!

Yes.

All prompts are always fair game. Just gimme enough to link back to the OG post so that I can link it to potential responses.

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If jeans were making your tummy ache, I'd love to see what a proper corset would do to squish all that gunk around

If jeans were making your tummy ache, I'd love to see what a proper corset would do to squish all that gunk around.

Submitted soon after Sick Belly--assuming it's a response to that post?

Sorry, this one has been sitting in my inbox for so long! I loved it and didn't have time to craft a worthy reply, so I kind of just sat on it. Recently inspired to respond because I just had another day where my jeans were aggravating a crampy tummy.

In response to Sick Belly:

I assume you'd come home to find me at my desk. Not an uncommon sight as you usually have to coax me into leaving the desk 'cuz if I'm left alone I will 100% fall asleep at my desk and leave from my desk in the morning rather than spend any time on a proper bed. I'm not passed out on top of a project this time, nor am I focused on a project. Instead, you find me leaning back in the desk chair, palms running sluggishly over my stomach.

My stomach is an odd sight as well. I've been busy juggling being a student with two jobs lately, so I haven't made much time for you. If I make it to the bedroom at all nowadays, it's usually a result of your efforts scooping me up from wherever I passed out and dumping me onto our bed. We rarely see each other while awake, so we haven't indulged in our favourite kind of play either and it's been weeks since you saw my tummy, despite it constantly featuring in your fantasies.

Not only is my stomach visible, but my jeans are popped open--another rare sight. I don't stuff often, and I usually prefer my jeans done up. Even while lounging around at home, the most I usually do is pop the button, but leave the fly pulled up. This time around, my fly is down and the jeans are cupped loosely around my belly, like a muffin liner around a ball of mochi or something--it frames the round morsel rather than adhere or constrain it, like a muffin.

You haven't announced yourself yet, enjoying the sight and sounds as I moan quietly, palming at my bloated belly. It's clear that I'm uncomfortable. My stomach must be a mess if I'm willing to have my jeans undone as they are. Even on the few occasions I've been stuffed full, I still stubbornly pull the fly of my jeans up when you swear up and down that having it down will give my stomach more room to expand and relieve the pressure.

An item dangling from the closet catches your attention, and a wide grin spreads across your face as you saunter over to grab it. I'm zoned out at my desk, eyes closed as I try to will my stomach to settle down.

I've been sick for the last week. Some nasty flu bug. I'll feel bloated, over-full, and nauseous for maybe 23.5 hours of the day, with one random half hour where I'm ravenously hungry. Today, my stomach was feeling like a baggie of sick waiting to spill or burst. The random half hour of hunger hit me like a truck after classes, so I stopped by the nearest fast-food place at the time to down a burger, fries, and a drink. Before I was even half way through, my stomach was back to being bloated, upset, and sloshy. I forced myself to finish the meal, hoping my stomach would settle, but the up-hill trudge back to the apartment only served to churn the sickly slurry around. My intestines are shot, refusing to do their job and actually process the stuff, so my stomach feels like a used motion-sickness baggie and my intestines are cramping and gummed up with what feels like Flubber.

I've lost a lot of weight since taking on the student-life while maintaining my jobs. Less time on my butt. Less sleep, less food/budgeting for food, and more stress. Despite the new life taking a bit off my waistline, it definitely doesn't look like I've lost much with the sickness causing my tummy to bloat, making me look like I have a small basketball strapped to my front.

I pout and poke at it, wishing it'd just calm down. A sickly gurgle is the only response before something is unceremoniously dropped on my desk, startling me out of my thoughts.

"Lace up." You order.

My eyes widen at the full-torso corset you've dumped in front of me.

"Uhm…b-babe…I don't think that's a good--"

"Now." You cut me off.

Left with no choice, I let myself be pulled to my feet and begin dutifully taking off my shirt. Hopefully, if I play along with you, you'll tire me out and I can sleep off this sickness.

My belly gurgles in protest as I get to my feet. It continues to let out sickly rumbles as you slap the front of the corset over it, getting me to hold it to my front as you begin to tighten it from the back.

"Nnngh…b-babe…ooooh….I-I think…nnngh…i-if you tighten it any more, I'm gonna puke." I mutter.

You give the laces a sharp tug, cincing the corset around my torso. I let out a short, wet-sounding yelp as it tightens, squeezing the sickly upset on all sides. Due to the way it is laced, the top part of the corset is a lot more snug than the middle, effectively keeping the sickly mess down, despite the dwindling space.

"Ooooh…nnngh…b-babe…nnngh…f-feel like…f-feel like a stress-ball…" I murmur around a brief, sickly belch. I palm at my stomach over the corset. I desperately want to sit down, but I doubt the corset will let me sit at all--it's squeezing my belly so tightly that it's not really allowing me any movement at the moment.

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This one totally slaps

Still super busy with life. "Upgraded" to full-time student status (was part-time before) and am still juggling 2 jobs -_- I don't have much leisure time unless I want to steal it from "sleep", but there's been something on my mind for a while now and I thought I'd share.

What does everyone else define as being "rough" on a tummy, or being "sadistic" to it?

Honestly, I'm starting to notice that there's a very fine line between "Yup" and "Nope" for aspects of this interest that I like.

Current example: slapping.

I'm usually not a fan of belly-slapping content because it usually features in stuffing or WG stuff which isn't my wheelhouse at all. I don't like it when the stomach "jiggles" or anything 'cuz if it's stuffed, I'd prefer that it's drum-tight or whatever. Like, slapping a boulder or a basketball--zero give, almost like the shockwave of the slap travelling through would burst out the other side or something, each slap sending a painful reverberation through the dense belly. But also…I don't like it done in a playful teasing way? Non-con slaps by someone truly sadistic 100% only invested in brewing up the worst belly ache ever--no comforting words or whatever. Slapping used for experimentation/observational purposes and for the sadistic one's enjoyment of making the victim squirm, moan, scream etc. Having power over that ball of ache and upset and being able to prod at it or slap at it to make the victim feel whenever they want etc. Also...like...slaps used infrequently. Not trying to play pink-belly--but like...getting the stomach to peak "ache" and then one powerful, open-palmed, slap right over it to push it over the edge and make the pain and upset absolutely explode.

Obviously, we're talking fictional non-con here. I don't condone this kind of thing in an IRL context. But for fantasy/kink purposes…

Thoughts? Anyone wanna send me an RP scenario or response where they're doing this to my stomach from any one of my original posts?

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Hi! Hope it’s okay me messaging you this.

I’ve recently discovered the stomach/hunger kink community (late to the party, I know) and some of your writing/RP content really resonated with me.

I’ve used some of it as a little jumpstart-writing exercise, I hope that’s okay. If you’re okay with it, I’d like to be able to upload it somewhere (most of my other writing is on ao3). I will absolutely link back and give credit to you for inspiring me, of course.

Thanks xx

Interesting. I'd love to read some ^^

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Sick Belly

Still sick with something, but life goes on.

Had an important 7AM class today. I was running late, thanks to transit messing up along the line and robbing me of the 40 minute buffer-time I would have had to acquire and eat breakfast on-campus. As I was rushing through campus to make it to my classroom, my stomach was griping at me--hungry and pleading to be fed. No dice, tummy--we have a midterm exam starting right at 7AM and if our ass isn't in that seat in 9 minutes, we'll be marked absent and get an F on that test. There was just barely enough time to grab coffee though (coffee, not the fancy breakfast sandwiches that always take an extra 10 min to heat up). So I stopped for some of that. Latte, down the hatch as of 7AM.

I finish the midterm in record time so I end up wandering the halls after 40 minutes with 20 minutes to my next class. Unfortunately, none of the decent food places are open at that hour, so I didn't want to shell out $14 on mediocre food. I did walk by one of the other campus coffee shops and saw signage promoting a new drink--something with lots of caramel and cream. It looked good so I bought it on a whim to give it a try. Caramel-whuzza-ccino down the hatch before 8AM.

Classes went until around noon, at which point I finally found time to re-heat the spaghetti and ground meat leftovers I had packed for lunch--so…that went into my gut around the noon hour. Classes let out at 3PM and I was looking at a 2 hour commute back home (2 hours and bout 3 transfers to cross the city). My stomach would not stop gurgling for the entire two hours. wet, sickly, and just constantly gurgling away behind 3 coats and a too-heavy backpack laden with 3 textbooks, a laptop, and 2.5 textbooks worth of looseleaf paper + an empty lunch container.

I'm guessing that the sickness resulted in a lot of mucus and phlegm going down the hatch all night and for most of the day. The copious amounts of dairy and caffeine would have messed my guts up regardless, but I guess the muscus and whatever else mixed with all of that to give it more staying power in my guts rather than them irritating everything enough to void ASAP like it normally would. The leftovers were just along for the ride, giving the gurgles and churns some substance and making everything thicker and sicklier.

I made it home and my stomach is still being very noisy and very upset-sounding. Kind of wish more than anything that I could just throw up and be rid of the grossness, but the gurgles are kind of nice. It's distracting though. My stomach has been bouncing between feeling like it's stewing with molten magma or giving me a few of those pinching/twisting aches dairy loves to twist my intestines into. Here I sit, laying back against my chair-back and palming my tummy with both hands as it gurgles and whines.

What would you do if I came home and my sickly little tummy was just gurgling and churning away as I sat at my desk, trying to concentrate on a few homework assignments? Currently reclining as far as the stiff chair will let me, my tum on full display as I've popped open my jeans 'cuz the button and zipper was constricting my intestines and causing some really horrid cramps. The cramping has died down and now it just feels like a sack of sticky, sickly slop sitting heavy. It's everywhere, not even concentrated in one area. My left side, right around the ribs, all the way to the lower belly/pelvis area just feel like one giant mass of mashed up Jello sluggishly churning away.

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As if I wasn't already convinced that I need a pyloric valve abuser (PVA) in my life.

Currently in love with the idea of a PVA partner being a bit of a sadist and doing it on purpose--absolutely loving the fact that their stimulation of my guts has caused stomach-contents to move faster and further than it otherwise would (or should). Like, by itself, my guts were expecting to have the remnants of dinner stew in my stomach for 3-4 hours to soften/liquify before trickling into my intestines. It should have been a filling meal to keep my tummy full and satisfied for hours on end. Chronic-PVA partner had other plans and relentlessly stimulated my guts, forcing barely chewed bits of rich, dense pasta and meat to squeeze out of my stomach and down into my intestines, gumming up the works. My stomach growls fiercely--gas quickly filling the negative space left by the too-fast emptying of the organ. My stomach is growling, demanding more food. It had planned to be full and warm for hours but here it is with nothing to hold and work on. Stomach is angry, demanding to be full and warm; intestines are sickly, stuffed-up with too-firm chunks of food that left the stomach far too early. If you pinch and prod enough, maybe you'll get lucky and actually feel a semi-firm mass between your fingers as you relentlessly pinch, prod, and stimulate my guts. The stomach ache would be intense, intestines sickly and abused and hopelessly left with a mess that they aren't designed to deal with gumming up the works.

Pyloric valve abuser here 😅

I definitely had some ominous sounding gurgles a couple of times. Very deep, prolonged gurgles which would always be announced by a deep ache, almost like squeezing and contracting around that part of my tummy. Some of the sessions I'd just do it and move on with my day and have my tummy squirm and growl as I go about. Other times, however, I would just need to lay down from the amount of activity and discomfort and pain brewing in there.

That sounds incredibly hot Anon, wow 🤭😵‍💫🫠

I love the idea of tummy cramps followed by the most unholy gurgling you've ever felt deep inside your guts! >//////<

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Hack! Cough! SPLAT!

I don't talk too much about vomit on here. Mostly because it's not big on my list of interests. My niche is stuff between esophagus and colon and I lose interest when stuff falls on either side of those. Also, I've got very little experience with vomit and can count on my fingers the number of times I've ever actually spewed anything. Count increased in the last week in a way that doesn't line up with all the stomach flu/sickness experiences I've had previously.

Colds have been going around my city. Get on a bus and if there are 3 people on there, including the driver, then it's almost a guarantee that at least one of them is coughing, sniffling, or otherwise sick with something. With it going around, even wearing a mask and trying not to inhale around coughing people, I still ended up coming down with something. Granted, I currently hold down 2 jobs, go to school full-time, and am lucky to get 3-5 hours of sleep every night. The fact that I only got sick now is impressive.

I got sick with what I think is a cold of some sort? It was basically just coughs, fever, sore throat, stuffy nose, etc. No stomach stuff or whatever else. I experienced something for the first time with this one though: coughing hard enough to throw up. I did not realize that was possible and thought that having lived to my late 20s/30s without having experienced it meant that my body was built in a way that didn't allow it. I was wrong.

I was hiding out in a washroom, hacking up a lung, and I thought for sure I'd pass out soon. I couldn't inhale--coughs kept coming even though I desperately needed air. I was waiting to feel light-headed or to outright black out when I felt something else. My diaphragm felt like it was a on a trampoline or something. As the coughing intensified, I was doubled-over, knees to my chest and hands clasped over my mouth as I felt like my body was trying to fold in on itself with how intense these coughs were.

Hack! Cough! Cough! SPLAT!

One minute, my mind was on how raw and sore my throat felt, and the next it was fixated on why there was a lot of warm something all over my hands.

It wasn't a proper vomit. My guts weren't spasming or trying to bring anything else up and I wasn't nauseous or queasy--this was 100% brought to you by hacking coughs apparently managing to squeeze my body enough to eject something from my stomach.

Not exactly a stomach-centric reality here. So…lets dress it up a bit and think like an RP scenario. What would you have done if I was hacking up a lung next to you one minute and then suddenly the harsh coughs were cut off by a singular 'SPLAT' as a mouthful of mucus and acid painted my palms? What would you do? My stomach wasn't nauseous or queasy and wasn't trying to bring up vomit--something else forced it out of me. So…what would you do?