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He doesn't feel good 😔

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The Bad Sandwiches 1.5 (Drabble)

(Part of what I suppose is a series now, 'The Bad Sandwiches')

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Fleck woke up in the middle of the night with his stomach sloshing and bubbling. He curled in on himself, a small fart escaping him. He breathed through the dizzying nausea he was feeling, massaging his aching tum with gentle strokes. His butt was still sore from earlier, but he held back from trying to sooth it.

Closing his eyes, he tried to go back to sleep. Fleck managed to drifted off fitfully a while later, lulled by his belly's soft groans.

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The Bad Sandwiches 2

This story contains: multiple sick characters, male and female, with descriptive belly rumbles, vomit, scat and diarrhea!!!

Sci-fi setting: In a world where humans and robots are at war with each other, during a rare moment of armistice, the base comes under attack by a bad case of food poisoning.

(Different characters from last time, and yet, my naming skills still suck -- read part 1 for more context.)

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Private Vez left the canteen in a hurry, throwing her empty tray to the ground. She couldn't stand Gren and her stupid group of friends, especially Nares. He was always tripping over himself trying to impress her.

Vez wiped her eyes, heading for the bathroom. Back at the academy, she wanted nothing more than to be Gren's friend, to just breath the same air as her; now she hated being stuck in the same unit. If it wasn't for Commander Spree, she would've sent in a request to be transfer a long time ago.

Sniffing, she pulled a couple paper towels out of the dispenser, getting them damp before running them through her hair. It was twenty minutes before she got the worst of the tuna chunks out. Her eyes burned with shame. Vez didn't know why she let them walk all over her, why everyone always seemed to be on Gren's side.

Prefect, stupid, beautiful Gren. Vez sighed, knowing all too well, no matter how hard she wished, Gren would never see her as more than a stepping stood, a target. A stray tear dripped down her cheek, the sound of hushed laughs echoing in her ears. Vex wiped it away, a long with the memory of Nares tripping her, making her fall into her stupid tuna sandwich.

Taking a few breaths, Vez left the bathroom in a rush, surprised when she realized she'd bumped into Spree.

"Commander! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you."

Spree looked down at her, eyes narrowed.

"Private. You smell like tuna," she commented.

Vez bit her lip. "Yes. Sorry, I- There was an accident in the canteen."

Spree raised her eyebrows. "The canteen... You just came out of the bathroom, are you sick?"

"No? I don't think so..." Vez looked at her curiously. "Why, is something going on?"

"We've got a bit of a situation," Spree sighed. "The tuna sandwiches they served today were expired. I'm checking on our unit, a few people have already turned up sick at the med-bay. Did you..?"

"I didn't eat it," Vez said quickly, suddenly very glad she dodged that bullet.

"Good," Spree said. "I need you help me check up on the others. I already took Warin, Standin and Jet, down. Have you seen lieutenants Fleck and Hade?"

"Um... They might've gone to the training room," Vez said. "Who should I look for?"

"Find Gren and Nares," Spree called out over her shoulder, already walking down the hall. "If you find anyone else who's sick, make sure they get to the med-bay!"

Vez gave a salute and turned on her heels.

She really didn't want to look for Gren and Nares, but her commander had given her an order. She could only hope they hadn't eaten any tuna sandwiches.

An hour later, after directing a couple people she found throwing up in the hall to the med-bay, assuring them as best she could that it happening to others; Vez finally located Gren and Nares in one of the private study halls. They were watching an old tape from one of the early Robot Wars, sitting on bean-bag.

The foul smell that hit her when she opened the door, alerted Vez what she worried about was true. It didn't seem the other two had noticed their own gas, though Gren was subtlety rubbing her stomach.

"Oh great, just what I needed," Gren said when she noticed Vez. "What do you want?"

"Commander Spree, uh, um, well, she said..." Vez shuffled her feet.

Nares roles his eyes. "What? Spree said what? Get on with it already, can't you see we're busy?"

Vez took a deep breath. "The tuna sandwiches were expired, if you ate it, you have to report to the med-bay."

Gren and Nares stared at her incredulously.

"You're kidding," Gren said, her hand freezing on her belly.

"No, I ran into some sick people on my way here," Vez said. "Spree told me to look for you guys."

Nares placed his hand on his own stomach, giving Gren a worried look.

Gren groaned. "Oh, fine, let's go. It's probably nothing anyway. Come on."

Vez trailed awkwardly behind them has they made their way down to the med-bay. She knew they probably didn't want her there, but Spree told her to escort them, so she had to.

Gren and Nares' stomachs were starting to make more audible noises the further they went, gurgling and burbling unpleasantly. Vez tried to ignore it, because they were acting like nothing was happing anyway. That was, until Gren suddenly stopped, putting a covering her mouth as she burped wetly.

"Uuuurrrrppp~ Bathroom," was all she said, making a b-line for the nearest one.

Vez, followed her in, Nares just behind her, clutching his own gut.

"Gren... can't you hold it in?" he begged, "If you puke, I think I'm gonna-"

It was too late, Gren slumped over the nearest sink and heaved.

"Bleeaaargh! cough- cough Bleargghhh~"

As soon as she started to vomit, Nares shot into a stall, and Vez saw him shiver, before projectile vomiting onto the toilet.

"Urp-hic- bleaaaarrrhghhhhh!"

Ignoring his predicament, Vez got a scrunchy out her pocket and tied Gren's hair back.

"Bleeagghhh~"

Gren groaned, running her hands up and down her tummy.

"Hic- oh, God, that hurts," she complained. She pulled up her shirt. "Ugh, my stomach is killing me... do I look bloated to you?"

Vez looked down, noticing her stomach did look rather distended.

"Yeah, kind of. Uh, do you want to rest for a bit before we keep going?"

Gren wiped some sweat from her face. "Yes. Just give me a second to catch my breath..."

She went to the stall next to Nares', sitting down on the toilet.

"Bleegh- ugh-uuurrrp-blaaarrrrrrrrrhhhgh!"

From the other stall, Vex could hear Nares still throwing up, and she could see he was kneeling on the floor now.

Grrrrll. Gwwwwup.

Gren moaned as her stomach gurgled boisterously. She rubbed her belly harder with big circles.

Braaappp. Brrrt. Pfff~

"No- no, I can't- I can't hold it!"

Vez and Gren shared a look as Nares farted wetly. He hadn't moved from his spot on the floor, and Vez could hear it when his farts started pushing out something more than just gas.

Ksshhhh. Prrrrtttt. Brap. BRAAAAPPPP. BlllRRRRppp!

Based on his grunts and sobs, not to mention the smell, it became obvious his poor belly hadn't been able to hold back any more, and Nares was sick from his other end too. Which, unfortunately, was ending up in his pants.

Clearly not wanting something similar to happen to her, Gren rushed to loosen her belt and drop her pants. Her tummy growled warningly.

And Vez was left to stare in shock, as perfect Gren's bloated stomach shuddered, before a monster fart escaped her.

BRAAAAPPPPPPP!

It barely had time to echo in the toilet, before chunks of soft and watery poop were forcing their way out of her too.

"Uuugghh..." She skewered her eyes shut, farting again.

Pooot~

"Go, check on Nares," Gren panted.

Feeling like she'd probably already witnessed the worst of it, Vez walked into the next stall. Nares had managed to get his pants down to his knees, but it wasn't any help, because there was still a trickle of brown liquid dripping from the back of his stained underwear.

"I don't feel so good," he whispered weakly.

Phhwwrrraaghh~

His tummy roared and he shot up to puke again.

"Bleeaagh- uuurp- BLEAARRRGHHHH~"

Gingerly, Vez made her way over to him, patting his back.

"It's alright, just get it out. You're fine, it'll be okay," Vez said sympathetically, noticing he was crying.

She handed him some toilet pater to wipe his face.

"I really don't feel good," he panted when it was over.

"I know," Vez said. "We're going to the med-bay, come on."

Swallowing, Nares pulled up his pants, trying not to look down.

"I need another minute," Gren grunted from her stall. "I've got the runs."

Sprrtttt, brrrrllt, BRAPP.

After another minute, she emerged and they started making their way to the med-bay again. They walked in relative silence until they reached the med-bay doors.

"Hey, uh," Gren glanced at Nares, then Vez. "We're, well, sorry about earlier. Thanks, for helping us."

"Sorry," Nares echoed, holding his aching belly.

"Yeah, well I'm pretty glad I didn't each lunch now," Vez said.

The doors opened and Spree came out, glancing over at them.

"Oh, Private Vez, I see you brought them here. Well done." Spree patted Gren and Nares' shoulders as she passed. "You two head on in, Fleck and Hade got sick too. Take care. I expect to see you all Friday morning."

"Aye..."

"Thanks, Commander..."

Gren and Nares both saluted her weakly before heading inside.

Spree waited for the doors to close before laying an arm around Vez's shoulders and leading her away.

"I swear, if something like this ever happens again, I'll be quitting so fast, Command will have to triple my pay before I ever agree to come back. Robots could blow up half the base, and I'd still say no until they agree to pay me more." She winked at Vez. "Don't tell anyone I said that."

"I won't," Vez assured her. "If I could, I would too."

"Don't be too hard on yourself," Spree said. "You're tough. You'll make it soon enough. Keep up the good work."

"Aye!"

Vez saluted her. With one last glance over her shoulder, she followed her commander.

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Unfortunate Timing

This story contains: descriptive belly rumbles, scat and diarrhea!!!

Fantasy setting: Your classic isekai, where a woman wakes up in the body of the villainess from the novel she was reading the night before - and, of course, her fist matter of business? Breaking up with the male lead, who's betrothed to her, but in love with another woman. Only, when he comes to confront her about it, it turns out his stomach wasn't up for the trip...

(FYI, I'm still terrible at names... but hey, I added a drawing. It's got a bit of a slow build up for plot.)

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Adorina sits in the lounge waiting for Elisien, draped across a sofa in a most un-ladylike manner. She admires her fleshly painted nails, 'Such a nice color', she thinks.

Before waking up as Adorina, she'd never bothered to care so much what her hands looked like. Now, as the daughter of a count, what she wares and how she talks always have to be up to standard, so long as someone's watching.

She sighs, looking out the windows. 'What is taking that man so long?'

Elisien had send a response to her letter, saying he wanted to talk to her in person before making any rash decisions. But what was there to think about? The matter was simple, he loves Dorielle, but Adorina is in the way. So she'd done the most logical thing, declared she no longer loved him and wishes to break off their engagement.

She's read the novel. She knows how it goes down. Adorina was the villainess of the story, she used to torment and belittle Dorielle, until Elisien finally had enough, seding her far away, and Adorina dies in a tragic carriage accident. Elisien and Dorielle get married. Happy Ever After.

But now that she was Adorina, she planned to stay alive and live out the rest of her days in comfort. And no stupid, fictional duke was going to stop her.

There's a knock on the door, and she sits up straight. Adorina clears her throat.

"Yes, come in."

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Elisien stepps out of his carriage, feeling annoyed. He'd been working almost all day, and barely had any time to make to visit Adorina. Jelous, mean, cruel, Adorina. The woman who'd been passionately, and sickeningly, in love with him for years. He knows she's up to something, suddenly wanting to call off their engagement, he's sure it's some ploy to get his attention.

But, Elisien is also glad to have arrived at his destination. He'd woken up that morning with a slight stirring in his gut, and the ride over had managed to upset his stomach a quite bit, what with all the jostling from the bumpy road. But on solid ground, he's feeling much better.

Once he arrives at the doors of the estate, a maid shows him to the lounge, where Adorina is sitting prim and proper, waiting for him.

"Please, do come in. Sit," Adorina says.

"Thank you, of course," Elisien says politely, waiting for the maid to close the door. As soon as she's gone, his expression darkens. "What do you really want?"

Adorina flutters her eyelashes at him. "Absolutely nothing, except for this sham of an engagement to be over. Marry Dorielle and be over with it.. Be done with me."

His face flushes with anger as he marches across the room.

"Don't you bring her into this! What do you have planned for her?"

Adorina rolls her eyes. Elisien is so blinded by fury, wanting to protect his beloved Dorielle from her, he doesn't register his belly give a small gww of discomfort.

"I'm not plotting anything, really," Adorina sighs. "I'm serious."

"Serious, right," Elisien snorts. He towers over her glaring. "Serious like you were that time at my family's ball? Or in the gardens? Or at my mother's tea part-"

Grrrwwwwrrrr.

This time, his stomach makes itself known, sending a cramp racing down his abdomen. Like a feather gently, if not cruelly, tickling him. Elisien manages to clench before a fart can escape him.

Controlling his breathing, he pretends as though nothing's happened.

"-tea party. All those times, you said you wanted to make things right, make amends. But you humiliated her, again and-"

Grllllll~

The feathery cramp took a sharp turn, squeezing his insides.

FRRP!

Elisien couldn't contain a small, loud, squeaky fart in time.

"Are you feeling alright?" Adorina askes him, eyebrows raising in surprise.

Elisien grits his teeth. "I'm perfectly fine," he says.

The cacophony of gurgles coming from his now bubbling stomach disagree with him.

Adorina frowns. "If you're not feeling well, perhaps we should save this for another-"

"No!" Elisien hisses. "We're talking about this now! How you treat Dorielle is completely- Ngh!"

He flinches as his belly quakes with an especially unsettling burble, and he has to hold his stomach. Elisien now realizes he's developed a bit of a bloat, finding that his stomach is pressing against his usually tight pants and shirt. As though it's trying to escape it's confines.

Grr. Gwwwuu. Gwwwwup~

His stomach whines warningly.

Adorina stands up. "Do you need me to fetch someone, I can-"

"No!" Elisien insists, doubling over. His breathing is labored, and he feels as though he's just learning how to take in air.

He's convinced he can contain this, that he'll be fine in a moment. Until a second fart escapes him, like a violent, uncontrollable sneeze coming out the wrong end.

Braaaapppp!

A softer riiip accompanies it, as the force alone manages to open a hole in the back end of his tight trousers. And now Elisien knows he can't contain this. He can't hold out for much longer.

"I-I can't..." he gasps, "I d-don't think I can..."

"Hang on," Adorina says quickly.

She grabs a large vase, setting it down in front of him. He stares at her incredulously.

"N-no..."

"Unless you plan is to unload in your pants," she says. "You told me not to call anyone. This is the best we can do."

PrrrGRRRrrrrt!

The squealing fart that forced it's way out of him was all the encouragement he needs. Elisien untucks his shirt, pulling it over his taught belly. His fingers tremble as he fumbles with the button of his pants. He whimpers. His stomach cramps and rumbles, refusing to sit still.

With another sigh, Adorina reaches out to assist him in undo the button, helping pull his trousers down to his ankles.

"D-don't look," he begs her, and she steps away, turning around.

Pooot. Grrrl. Braaappppp. BrrRRRoooPP. Prrrrttttt~

Several wet and painful sharts shoot out of him, echo inside the vase, bits of mushy poo splattering like a Pollock painting.

"I-I'm so s-sorry," Elisien pants, wiping sweat off his brow. "I d-don't know what's c-come over me. M-my stomach wasn't f-feeling very well on t-the way over. I d-didn't think- oh! Ugh..."

Pfffffff.

A particularly nasty cramp rattles his belly and a smelly, puffy fart comes out. He has to brace himself to start pushing, a log waiting to make it's debut.

Elisien has never felt more embarrassed in his life. He doesn't know what went wrong. He was supposed to come here to find out what Adorina was really up, trying to break off their engagement. But instead, here he is, squatting over a vase; with the worst person imaginable listening to him grunt, fart, and poop. His only mercy is that she gave him the vase, so he didn't have to soil his undergarments in front of her too.

"It's alright," Adorina says softly. "It happens. I'm sorry you're not feeling well."

Prrrttt-brrt-brap. BRAP. Plop.

The log falls to the bottom of vase. And for a few moments, Elisien feels sweet relief. But his sick belly isn't going to let him rest yet. A strong cramp takes his breath, and a rush of burning, liquid diarrhea spills out. The force splashes against the vase's walls, making it splatter back onto his butt cheeks.

Elisien flushes, feeling awful and filthy. Most of all though, he's tired. He's in more pain than he knows what to do with. Never has he felt so uncontrollably ill. His stomach bubbles, gurgles and sloshes. His legs give out, unable to keep squatting under all the pressure. Elisien is left sitting down on the vase, almost sinking into it.

Pshhhhhhhh~

Another wave of diarrhea has him whimpering.

"Ngh, ha... ugh...why?"

In the second he closes his eyes, trying to ride out the pain, Adorina crosses the room back to him.

"That sounds awful," she says gently. "Your stomach seems really upset."

She kneels down beside him and starts rubbing circles on his exposed belly. The conscious, logical part of him wants to push her away. But as her warm palms kneed and sooth his aching gut, he has no choise but to let her have her way.

"This never happened in the novel," she mutters to herself.

"What?" Elisien grunts, unable to hear her properly over the torrent of liquid waste pouring out of him.

"Your poor, sick tummy!" she says louder, rubbing the more bloated area bellow his belly button.

"It w-won't stop," he gasps. "It hurts."

"I know, I know," she whispers sympathetically. "It'll be over soon. I promise."

Ksshhhhh. BbbRRRaap. Toot~

After a while, his diarrhea started to solidify, and he was back to blasting out mushy sharts. Adorina rubbed his sore belly until his farts sounded more dry, and he said:

"I think it's over, for now."

Elisien looks away, clearing his throat when she flutters her eyelashes at him. "We shall continue out conversation at a, er, more opportune time. I should return home now."

Adorina stands up. "Of course, Elisien. I do hope you feel better soon. However, I would like you to know I am very serious. The sooner we cut ties between us, the better."

Elisien pulls up his undergarments, narrowing his eyes. "If you so much as breath a word to anyone about what happened today... If you tell Dorielle-"

She waved a hand dismissively. "I won't, really. Pass me your pants, I'll mend them for you so you can leave.

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Adorina watches Elisien leave the lounge as though nothing's happened, even though the evidence in still in the room.

Calling on one of her more discreet maids, to help dispose of the ruined vase, Adorina opens a window for a bit of fresh air to clear her head.

This was, decisively, not how she planned the afternoon to go, but she's too tired to really dwell on the details. Because now she has blackmail she can use against Elisien if he tries to keep their engagement, or ever threaten her.

Through the window, she sees him entering his carriage, and laughs. She never would have imagined something so strange, yet completely ordinary, could ever affect the male lead of the novel. Yet here she was, having witnessed the impossible.

Perhaps having a happy ending was so far fetched for her either after all.

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Epilogue: On the carriage ride back, Elisien's tummy starts fussing again, and he sharts a little in his underwear. As he's forced to sit in his mess, stomach gurgling, he finds he kind of misses Adorina comforting him.

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Hoodie guy doesn't want to admit his belly hurts

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Upset Belly Drabble #1

A guy is sitting on his couch, scrolling through this phone, when he starts to feel a bit of a rumbling in his gut. He thinks maybe something he's eaten for lunch upset his stomach, and gives it a little comforting rub.

An hour later, he notices he's become more than a bit bloated. He forces out a burp or two to try and let some gas escape. His belly grunts back at him making him a little nauseas, and a huge bealch escapes him. Feeling a little t better, he goes back to his phone.

Only, half an hour later, he feels another wet burble in his stomach, and a squeaky fart slips out of him. His poor tummy is cramping now, and he has to put his phone down to lay on his side. He burps again, but soon realizes his trapped gas wants to come out the other end.

So, he has no choice but to lay still for a couple hours, clutching and rubbing his achy belly. Fart after fart pushes out if him, until finally, his upset stomachs settles itself.

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Guy annoyed at his own upset tum

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The Bad Sandwiches

This story contains: multiple sick characters, with descriptive belly rumbles, scat and diarrhea!!!

Sci-fi setting: In a world where humans and robots are at war with each other, during a rare moment of armistice, two unfortunate guys end up with a bout of food poisoning. Fortunately, their commander is there to take care of them.

(FYI I'm terrible at names so...)

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On a normal, sunny afternoon, lieutenants Fleck and Hade were having lunch at the canteen, partaking in their favorite activity: talking crap about their unit's new commander, Spree.

It was ridiculous that the higher ups thought she'd make a better commander than either one of them. Spree was more book smart than street smart, and she was always coming up with new strategies and training regiments.

"She's not right in the head," Hade said, getting up from the table. "There's an efficient way to hold your blaster, and there's a hundred ways to do so inefficiently," he mimicked her in a high pitched voice.

"The old commander never cared how we shot, as long as we hit out targets," complained Fleck. "Whatever, let's got train on our own for a while, yeah?"

"Sure, man."

Throwing out their trash and leaving thier trays behind, the two made their way to holo-room 4 to start on some light training.

They'd been fighting holo-bots for about an hour, sweating and already growing a bit tired, when Fleck started noticing an uncomfortable pressure building in his stomach. Glancing at Hade, who was still going, he shrugged it off and decided to push through it. Unbeknownst to Fleck, Hade was beginning to feel something too; his insides were rather tender and were twinging in pain with the slightest movements.

They finished the round and Hade paused the session.

"I need some water," he said.

Fleck nodded, needing the break just as much. He wiped his sweaty hair out of his face, and winced as a cramp raced down his abdomen. Hade was getting a drink at the water fountain, so Fleck allowed a soft pfff to escape him, trying to ease the pressure.

Hade bent over the water fountain, really hoping the cool water would sooth his stomach. Unfortunately, bending put more pressure on his gut than he intended.

Phwaaarghhhhh. It moaned like a whale and Hade flinched. He wiped his mouth and straightened back up.

Just then, the door to holo-room 4 opened.

Fleck and Hade looked up, and Commander Spree stared back at them.

"There you are," Spree said coolly, crossing her arms. "Have you been down to the canteen yet?"

"What's it to you?" Fleck snapped. "Gonna regulate what we eat now too?"

Spree raised an eyebrow. "Control's reported a situation. Did you stop at the canteen or not?"

Fleck glared at her, his aching stomach emboldening him. "What's it matter if we did or didn't? What's the situation? Is there an attack, was there a breach?"

"More of a human error," Spree said. "Answer the question, lieutenant."

"What? So it's a matter of rank?" Fleck sneered. "We're not high enough to know what's-" he took a breath, a cramp rolling through him "-what's going on?"

Spree narrowed her eyes. She crossed the room towards him, opening her mouth to no doubt berate him, when all of a sudden, she was interrupted by a noisy fart.

As it turned out, while Fleck had been arguing with Spree, Hade was having a bit of a predicament. He'd placed his hands on his stomach, surprised to find it protruding in a tight bloat. He could feel his belly bubbling against his hands.

Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

Hade's stomach quaked warningly. He gasped and clenched his butt. But it was so no avail, his cheeks were split open with a booming, dry fart.

BRRRRRRRAAPPPPPP~

Spree and Fleck looked at him. Hade's ears turned pink from embarrassment, but he didn't have time to dwell, because he wasn't done. His next string of farts spluttered out painful and wet.

Phllllbrrrrrrrtttttttttt. Krpppppppluttttttttt. Phbraaaap-braapppp. Grrrrll. Poooot.

Hade held his stomach, his legs weak and shaky. His breath came quick and hard, his stomach aching and burning.

Spree sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "As I was saying, Control reported a situation. The tuna sandwiches served at the canteen today were expired. A few people have turned up sick at the med-bay. Did both of you eat the sandwich, or just Hade?"

Gwwwwlp. The wet, upset gurgle from Fleck's own stomach answered her question for him.

"Do you need to use the bathroom before I escort you to the med-bay?" Spree asked them.

"Yes," Hade whimpered, clutching onto the side of the water fountain for support.

"I'm fine," Fleck snarled, crossing his arms.

"Suit yourself, then."

Spree walked over to Hade, supporting him the few steps to the bathroom behind him. Hade stumbled into the first stall, desperately pulling his belt loose and dropping his pants.

The moment his butt touched the porcelain bowl, a wet fart exploded from him, carrying a stream of liquid diarrhea out with it. Hade whimpered, tears pricking in his eyes. His gut was so tight and tender he couldn't do more than let spurts of mushy poo shot out from his sore butthole. Except something was getting stuck, and he needed to push, but he was in too much pain.

Gasping, and choking on a sob, he tried rubbing his belly to move things along; but he couldn't even fart anymore.

He heard a sigh, and Spree was in front of him, roughly feeling his forehead. Hade gasped for air. His breathing suddenly eased out when a new hand gently ran up and down his stomach.

Grrwwwwullllll. His tummy yawned thankfully, and his lower belly unclenched what it'd been holding back. A log pocked out of his hole, slowly working its way out with a mix of dry and wet prrts.

Outside the bathroom, Fleck stood massaging his abdomen. Alone, he let his face turn red, twisting in discomfort as he forced out little chirping farts. His churning stomach wasn't feeling any better. He thought releasing some gas would make the building pressure ease up some, though so far, it did not good.

Fleck felt bad for Hade, who'd thoroughly embarrassed himself in front of their straight-laced commander, and was sorry he was so sick. Fleck didn't think he needed to take a dump that desperately, yet, but the noises from the bathroom were starting to make his own stomach burble sympathetically.

A cramp stabbed his bellybutton, and he opened his cheeks to let out another fart.

KSHHHprrrrrrrrrtt-toot~

Only, what he'd expected to be another dry peep, came out instead as a sickly shart.

Fleck broke into a cold sweat. He made a b-line for the bathroom, holding onto his bottom like his life depended on it.

Inside, Hade, who's own pain was easing up as his log inched it's way out, saw a flash of Fleck as he raced to the next stall. Bubbly farts followed him, along with a string of breathless curses.

Fart after fart rocketed out of him, his belly crying for sweet relief. Making it into the stall, his fingers trembled on his belt buckled as he fumbled to unclasp it.

Braap. Braap. BRRRAAAP.

He kept farting consecutively until finally, finally Fleck managed to drop his pants and collapse onto the waiting toilet. He farted. And farted. But nothing but a few little mushy sharts came out.

Fleck tried pushing on his taught, bloated stomach. His guts boiled with fury at his harsh treatment.

PSHHHHHHPRRTTTTBRRRRRRR.

His booming fart echoed in the toilet bowl.

In the next stall, Hade winced sympathetically, listening to his friend's persistent farting. His log tapered off and he let out a sigh of relief. His poor gut was still hurting, but he was done pooping for the moment.

Spree handed him a wad of toilet paper.

"Thanks," Hade mumbled weakly. "I think I'll be all right to go to the med-bay after, y'know..."

He nodded towards Fleck's stall, where he'd started panting and grunting in an attempt to move things along.

"He's gonna be here all day at this rate," Spree said, shaking her head before walking out of Hade's stall and into the next.

Fleck glared at her when she took a step towards him, and she raised her hands in surrender, leaning against the stall's frame. Fleck's pants pooled around his ankles, the skid mark on the inside of his underwear visible.

A cramp rolled like thunder through him, and he bent over to fart again.

PshhhBRRRRRRTTTTT~

It started as a hiss, quickly becoming another boom. Fleck's face turned red as he strained, bending forwards, hugging his knees. His belly couldn't take being squished so hard.

The head of log snaked out of him. Fleck pushed. And a short log slid out into the bowl. He panted with relief, leaning back. He almost wanted to laugh at how over dramatic his body had been acting. After all that effort, the only thing he'd expelled was-

Another sharp cramp pierced his bellybutton; like an extra long, hot needle.

And in an instant, his cheeks were parting. Fleck held his breath. It felt like lava running out of his bottom. Clumpy and slushy, burning his butthole on the way out.

Over the sound of his diarrhea, he could hear Spree saying something to Hade. He heard her leave, foot steps fading. For a few minutes, Fleck held back tears, resigning himself to his twisting guts.

Kshhhrrrt~ Bllllrrrrrp ~ Phhhwwwwggggg. The chunky streams continued.

Then, all of a sudden, Fleck registered a hand combing through his hair. Exhausted, he fell forward, and an arm was holding him, the hand moving down to rub circles along his back. His stomach burbled and he whimpered.

Spree readjusted him and knelt down. Softly, she rubbed his sore, fussy tummy, until the last of his bout trickled to a stop.

She stood back up, offering him something. Fleck looked up to find Spree was handing him a pack of wet wipes. Embarrassed, he took them from her, thankful she left the stall while he cleaned himself.

A bit gingerly, Fleck put his pants back on. He joined the others in front of the sink and washed his hands.

Spree walked them down to the med-bay, keeping watch while the nurse asked about their symptoms and pain. Hade's stomach was achy and Fleck's still a bit bubbly, but it seemed the worst of it was over.

Their unit commander rejoined them when the nurse let them lay down. Spree cleared her throat.

"You've got the next two days off, but I expect to see you both bright and early Friday morning. Is that clear?"

"Aye..." Fleck and Hade saluted her weakly.

"Good. As you were, lieutenants."

Spree left the med-bay and Hade turned to Fleck.

"Never met such hard-ass Commander in my life."

"Don't think you will again, in this life or the next."

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Yeah, okay, so I got supper excited to write my first post and might've put all my favorite tropes together. Anyway, my first post!

[blnova180]

woman kept awake by partner's unfortunate midnight tummy ache.

[blnova180]

Intro Post

Hello! To reiterate, this is a kink blog 18+ only. Don't like? Don't interact! If you have Asks, go ahead. Will I answer? Maybe I will, or maybe I won't...

I mostly write f/m, with female caretakers and male tums, but I also do BL, GL or Multi.

What I DO write and (occasionally) draw:

Sick bellies

Achy bellies

Bloated bellies

Scat*

Constipation

Achy butts

Emeto/vomit

Stomach growls

Farts & burps

Couples/pairs

Poly-relationships

Platonic relationships

*Scat YES(s): diarrhea, in pants/underwear, in bed, in a car, in a container (e.g. toilet, trashcan), in a private place within public area (e.g. bathroom, private office, forest?)

NOTE: Everything will be tagged to the best of my ability so you know what's what.

Flexible:

Omorashi

Mild arousal (emphasis on MILD)

Stuffing

What I will NOT do:

NO Underage

NO Mpreg

NO Furries

NO Fandom

NO Vore

NO Sex (of any kind)

NO IRL scenarios

NO Real people. no. nO. NO.

*Scat NO(s): No Diapers, Not on people, No extreme public humiliation

Okay? Okay.