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Once you get deep enough into the Tummy Brainrot(TM) you start to understand things about tummies you would have never thought about if you weren't balls deep into it as a kink. You start to understand how the noises feel, even just listening to a recording. You start to understand how close they were to the surface of the skin, or how deep inside the flesh they were. You understand the foamy emptiness of a starving organ vs the squelches of a stomach filled with liquid. Overly full digestion vs just comfortably full. A stomach forced to digest inedible objects of mentos/coke or bananas/sprite. The noises speak to you, I swear, in way they wouldn't have as much otherwise. And there's something so fundamentally fucking hot about it all.

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oof...my tummy is so round and full right now...🤭

i feel so full 🫠 you can rub my tummy if you want, let your hands map out that gentle curve...feel my belly gurgling softly...

can't promise i won't fall asleep on you though, i always get super sleepy when my tummy is warm and full...🥱

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An anonymous commission, thank you very much~

A girl is struggling with her completely overstuffed belly, whimpering and moaning between little burps~

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Another anonymous commission, thank you so much for your support~

A boyfriend notices that his girlfriend's belly is really noisy after a meal... he takes his chance while she's asleep and carefully puts his head on her belly to listen. But the pressure wakes her up, leaving him embarrassed... but much to his surprise, she doesn't seem to mind...

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I love belly noises.

Hungry, demanding growls...

Stuffed, stifled groans...

Bloated, churning sloshes...

Content, digestion gurgles...

Rumbles that result in burps...

They're all just so hot.

So let me rest my head on you, rub your belly, and listen to your grumbling gut.

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Indulgences

That's right, we're putting the "middle" in Middle Ages today, because for some reason it's super hot to me to imagine the way this kink must have presented itself through time. It's a little wild that everyone who was even slightly interested in belly noises prior to recorded audio media just had to hope they had a shot at hearing something IRL. So with that being said...

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Caterina tussled with the basket on her arm and picked up her dark brown skirts as she tried to keep pace with her friend, Beatrice. The Tuscan sun was beating hot on her headscarf, and she could feel an unflattering flush creeping over her cheeks an neck as she scrabbled over the rocky path.

"Is it much farther? Cook called for apples, she didn't say we needed to march halfway to Firenze to fetch them."

Beatrice shot her a look over her shoulder.

"You know she'll box our ears if we bring back anything less than the best, and I know just the orchard. Rarely guarded, apples sweeter than honey. We've only been going for about fifteen minutes, surely that isn't too long for you? It's only a little further, she did say only to be back before vespers."

Caterina tucked a damp ringlet back into her scarf as she picked up her stride again. Beatrice paused to wait for her, a slight sheen on her brow. They stopped to stand atop the crest of a hill that surveyed rows of gnarled, old trees that gently waved in the breeze. Even from here, both of them could see the large, ruby apples perched in the branches, ripe for the taking. Caterina felt her stomach clench with longing. It had been a long time since breakfast. With Beatrice's lack of details and general impulsivity, she hadn't had time or thought to grab anything to eat. They'd kept a breakneck pace here, too. She imagined the juice of the apples sliding sweet and warm down her throat, satisfying her hunger and thirst. Her belly gave a quiet, hollow moan. Out of the corner of her eye, Caterina swore she saw Beatrice freeze and clutch her basket a little tighter.

"Come now, this is it. Just down the hill, and we can pick all we'd like. Eat all we'd like too."

At this mention, Caterina's stomach gave up all pretense and fairly howled. Beatrice's belly joined in near the end with an angry churn. Both laughed, flushed and embarrassed. Caterina felt a flutter ignite as the wheedling growl from Beatrice's stomach came to a close. There was something so...enticing about the harmonies that pitched themselves from her body. They were rare to catch, the kitchen was always so noisy to work in. Caterina only got to hear these divine noises if Beatrice was particularly hungry and she happened to be close by. Sometimes, if she happened to wake up in the night, she would catch an errant rumble or two, especially if food was scarce. And there was one time where there was a wedding feast and they both ate so much food that they nearly split their gowns. Caterina could hear both their bellies roiling happily, sloshing and squelching as if possessed by the sin of gluttony itself. Beatrice fell asleep with her head on Caterina's stomach that night, saying that its softness and warmth was more comfortable than her straw pillow. The entire night, she could feel her belly bubbling under Bea's cheek, and could hear Bea's belly groaning from where she lay nearby. All Caterina knew was that this moment sparked something in her. From that moment on, she craved listening to the noises from the human belly, especially Beatrice's, the way one might crave sweets.

She was so lost in thought that she didn't notice they were in the orchard until the dappled shade provided some relief from the sun itself.

"Here..." Beatrice tossed an apple at a startled Caterina "I heard your belly womble up there. Eat."

Caterina snorted as she blushed. "Like yours wasn't." But she ate the apple anyways. She stifled a moan--this was truly the best apple she'd ever eaten. Honey-sweet, sticky, juicy, she could barely keep herself from devouring it like a beast. Her stomach wasn't as restrained and snarled ferally as she picked a second apple, tossing the core of the first to the ground. Bea laughed, plucking an apple for herself as Caterina worked on her second one. Sated, Cat got to work filling her basket, remembering that they couldn't just carry apples inside themselves--that would be no use to Cook. Faintly humming, she picked and picked until the basket was so heavy, she wondered how she would be able to lug it back the entire walk home.

Then she realized she hadn't heard from Beatrice.

"Bea?"

No reply. Her heart pounded in her chest.

"Beatrice?"

"Over here..." a faint moan emanated from a few trees away.

Caterina dropped her basket, picked up her skirts, and ran.

"Did you fall? Twist your ankle? Are you...?" The sight before her made her breath cut short.

More apple cores than she could immediately count lay strewn around her friend, who lay against a tree. Beatrice was pulling at the stays on the front of her deep green bodice, which were clearly straining to hold Beatrice's belly in.

"I shall need to confess the sin of gluttony or else pay indulgences I fear, though I am paying for it already..." she moaned

Bea desperately pulled at her stays and her stomach let out a long, sickly squelch. Caterina felt her face flush. Bea's brows creased.

"Such shame you feel that you will not help your friend? Do I not suffer enough now?"

"No, Beatrice..."

She knelt to help her friend undo her bodice, fingers trembling with the woolen ropes.

"Do you remember the wedding feast?"

She saw Beatrice's face flush to match the color of her own.

"Yes."

"And do you not remember what gluttony led us towards on that evening as well? How full and troubled our bellies became?"

The flush on Beatrice's face deepened and she couldn't meet Caterina's gaze.

"I remember much."

"As do I. I remember you resting your head upon my belly as a pillow, despite the songs it sang. Or perhaps because of them? And do you think it coincidence that I try to find myself closer to you in the kitchens around midday, when I know you will be hungriest?"

Beatrice's eyes snapped to Caterina's.

"There is no coincidence, dearest Beatrice. We like what we like. And I should like to help your belly and listen to the songs it sings."

Bea's eyes shone, a grin overtaking the grimace on her face.

"Consider this payment, then, for my shame. I should have told you at the wedding feast. Undo my stays. We have until just before vespers."

Almost frantically, Caterina renewed her efforts to undo Beatrice's bodice, which relented an inch at a time as it loosened. Beatrice gasped with relief as it came undone, and her belly renewed its efforts to digest all the apples it contained now that it wasn't constrained. Cat gently placed her hand on her friend's stomach.

"Your insides bubble as if they are the very boiling pits of hell."

"They ache much the same. Tell me, can you hear the damned within me as well? Do you hear them screaming, or the devils dancing? Come, listen."

She gestured languidly to her swollen stomach, even as she tipped her head back in pain. Caterina nestled her ear against the swell of Bea's stomach. She was awash in noises. If hell had opened up within Beatrice, all of its chaos was unleashed without restraint. The apples were causing havoc inside her, sharp churns and thick, deep moans. Occasionally there was a bubbling, rushing squelch as the contents of her belly seemed to flip over entirely. Cat could feel those against her cheek particularly well, as those noises seemed to travel across the arc of her swollen belly. Bea's hand gently stroked her hair as she continued to listen in.

"This must be close to heaven."

"And what do you think, my Caterina? Do you hear the screams of the damned or the army of hell within me?"

Cat laughed. "Truly, it does sound hellish in there for you--I hear both. It sounded heavenly to me though. I quite enjoyed the sounds your belly was making."

Bea hummed, continuing to stroke Caterina's hair as she rested against her side. A series of crunches, followed by small glorps and pops and a series of angry gurgles took Cat by surprise. She chanced a look up to see Bea eating another apple, a stray strand of golden hair hanging loose from her headscarf as the juice ran down her chin, eye closed in bliss as she savored the taste, sunlight and shade dancing across her enraptured face. Were it not so blasphemous, Cat would've sworn Beatrice was the image of a pagan fertility goddess--one hand pressed to her swollen belly, the other holding the apple as her symbol, lips pressed to it as if in a kiss.

"I did not think you could fit another apple inside your gullet."

She sat up from Bea's turgid belly, rubbing it gently.

"I do not even need to be up close to hear it."

Both of them quietly listened to it churn for a time before Bea's face took stock of the position of the sun in the sky and paled.

"Caterina, we must go back."

"Surely that occurred to you beforehand? I do not relish it, but..."

Bea shook her head, gestured down to her churning stomach, and tugged gently on her bodice, her eyes wide.

"We'll need to shove my belly back into my bodice somehow, and walk the twenty minutes back!" She moaned in dismay.

"You must hold in your belly as much as you can while I lace your bodice tight. I will be as gentle as I can. It will not be comfortable, but you only must last as long as it takes to deliver the apples to Cook. I will tell her it was too hot as we were walking and you must lay down, and I can attend to you then."

Bea nodded. She took a deep breath in, her stomach making a sickly squelch as its contents looked futilely for somewhere to go. Cat fought between sympathy and some other heated emotion she couldn't name as Beatrice's belly trembled with the effort of staying sucked in.

"There's a good girl."

She whimpered as Caterina laced the bodice as tightly as possible. The stays creaked, Bea's stomach squealed and groaned, Bea whimpered quietly. But the job was done, and by all appearances, Beatrice's stomach was just about normal.

"You can hardly tell that you gorged yourself on near a tree's worth of apples, unless you can hear the stays creaking." Cat reassured Beatrice.

"Or the lion's roar my belly gives every minute to punish me for my gluttony!" Bea cried.

"Just let me talk loudly and I will drown out your stomach." Cat soothed.

Bea's stomach gave a deep, liquidy rush as if rising to the challenge. Cat felt her face heat as her eyes assessed her friend's belly. There was just barely a curve to it, even with the stays tied their tightest, as if a secret was packed away there that only she knew about.

Bea threw her hands in the air with exasperation. "Jesus, Cat! If you keep staring at my middle and blushing like that, Cook won't have to guess at much, will she?"

Cat blinked and felt her blush deepen.

"I feel a fire in me when I think about your belly and its noises, and it blazes brighter when we're sneaking around with it right now, that's all."

"Me too, but heaven's sake, it won't burn at all if you get us caught!"

Groaning and pressing a hand to her belly, Beatrice grabbed the basket of apples and pressed it into Caterina's arms. They had to stop several times on the walk back to the villa so Bea could rest, her face growing paler and paler as they went. Sweat was beading on her forehead, and it wasn't from the walk. The gurgles that were hellish but contained in the orchard now sounded mutinous and murderous. If there had been an army of demons and damnation in Bea's belly before, they were minutes from tearing their way through to the mortal plane. Cat was genuinely worried.

"Are you going to make it?"

Bea winced as a new set of sharp, liquid sounding gurgles tore through her, causing her to double over and claw at her bodice.

"I must. Just take care of me after."

They arrived at the villa at last. Bea forced herself to stand straight, held her chin up, and Cat gave her the basket of apples.

"Some thing to press against your belly. It may help."

They shuffled into the kitchen, where cook waited.

"Took you long enough. Where on God's green earth did you wander off to?"

"Bea knew of a better orchard than the ones around here. Not quite sure where."

Cat heard a low glugging start next to her and raised her voice. She tried to make her sentence outlast the sickly churn of Beatrice's stomach.

"You'll find these apples are much sweeter than the ones outside the villa and much better for cooking with no matter what you decide to make for whatever the master of the house has called for to put upon the table for whatever guests he may be having or whatever occasion he may be celebrating as of late."

Cook stared at her blankly.

"Right." She turned to look at Beatrice. "And what's with you? Look pale. You brought sweating sickness in? We don't need any plague!"

"Just feeling faint from the sun. Was a long walk there and back, I didn't have enough water."

"So long as it isn't plague. Go upstairs and rest. Caterina, look after her."

Bea murmured something about picking flowers before resting and Cat knew she was likely exorcising the worst of her issues outside. Before long, a pale and exhausted Beatrice stumbled upstairs. Cat rushed to her side and quickly undid her stays. Bea moaned as her bodice came off, her belly revealing its swollen state under her dress. Cat helped her undress down to her chemise and settle on to her pallet, her burgeoning belly still making its displeasure known.

"Will you ever eat an apple again?"

Beatrice half chuckled, half moaned.

"I will remember your face staring at my belly, confined by my bodice while it sang and screamed. Sirens have less power over sailors. I would eat an orchard of apples again, for you."

The thought, though, made her grimace as her stomach twisted and churned, audibly protesting. Cat pressed her palm firmly against the dome of her friend-turned-beloved's stomach and began to rub in large, slow circles. She could feel the spasming and twitching begin to slow, melting under her touch. The bubbling gurgles intensified as Beatrice's belly began to handle its work better.

"When we were in the orchard, while I was listening to your belly and you ate that final apple, you were so beautiful I thought maybe you were a goddess."

Bea hummed, a wicked glint in her eye.

"That's blasphemous, you know. You'll have to pay quite the indulgence to get that sin forgiven."

Cat gently pressed down on Bea's belly until it squealed for mercy, Bea gasping slightly, hands curling and uncurling on the pallet.

"And what of your indulgence today?" She let up on the pressure, gently biting her lip as Beatrice's stomach gently quivered back into place, gurgling and complaining as it went.

Bea panted, face flushed.

"I think I'm paying for it now."

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I wanted to expand upon this post because I just can't stop thinking about it... I love this concept and I love it when people just go full ham on their tummies when they hurt. From a precise and careful massage to anything more desperate like clutching, doubling over, kneading your tummy with your entire fists.. just doing anything to find relief when in reality they have no idea if it's going to help or not.

And I also just love it when it's not even a conscious decision to do that but more like an instinct. There's no hiding it with people like that. You'll instantly know they're in pain because the moment they feel it their hand is on top of their tummy in a matter of milliseconds.

I could fantasize about this topic forever...

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I always admired people who could withstand heavy pressure on their tummy. Which makes me think of how one's guts must be messed up after something like that.

Pushing deep around your stomach, basically reorganizing your intestines, must cause quite a ruckus inside.

And then taking care of someone who's been through something like that. Their tummy is raging but they can't stand any touch on there because it's sore all over.

Honestly... heaven.

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Cinematic Pt. 1

All caught up with requests now! I think this is also the hottest thing I've ever written. Second person POV stories are underrated. Thank you, Anon, for the gurgly, achy, movie date idea!

Please keep sending me prompts, y'all!

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You feel your heart pounding as the lights dim in the theater. Your date promised you that the next flick that you would go see would be a horror film, and this one had been on your watch list for a while. Alessa, your date, is all about the full movie experience and had you save seats while she went to get her favorite movie treats--a huge tub of popcorn, and the biggest cherry icee that she could find. Settled next to you, she's excitedly eating the popcorn while y'all gently discuss what trailers look good, and which films you'd skip since you saw the only shots worth watching in the trailer.

"Hey, save some of your popcorn for the film!" you chuckle, snagging a handful as Alessa swats your hand away. "And you can share, you know. You could smuggle a toddler in that bucket. No way can you eat all that popcorn by yourself."

"Watch me!" Alessa whispers, sticking her tongue out at you. You plan to--the two of you had been dating for over a year now, and while Alessa didn't necessarily share your kink for tummy aches, stuffing, noises, and such, she saw no harm in indulging you. She found it kinda cute that she could fluster you so easily, just by showing a little extra skin around her midriff, trailing her fingers around her navel, or commenting about how her belly felt and the things it was doing offhand.

The opening credits roll, and you find yourself checking her popcorn progress. At least a quarter of the gargantuan tub is packed away, with Alessa showing no signs of slowing down any time soon. In the light of the silver screen you look for any note of distress on her face. There's nothing but joy as she is lost in the experience of watching a movie in the theater, eating and drinking almost absentmindedly.

About 20 minutes later, you hear your date shift in her seat a bit. From the corner of your eye, you notice that she stifles a burp and presses a hand to her stomach. It's too dark for you to notice any changes to her belly, but you do see that over half the popcorn is gone. Your heart picks up its pace a little at the idea of what must be going on inside her--most junk food turns her tummy into an achy, bubbling, bloated mess, and the sugar-laden icee combined with the salty, buttery popcorn aren't going to do her any favors.

Not long after, during a silent moment in the movie, you just barely hear a small hiccup, followed by an almost imperceptible moan from your date. A whisper of a gurgle follows. You focus all your attention on listening to your right, where Alessa is sitting. You hear a small whimper that accompanies a thick, deep churn. The noise that emanates from her belly lasts for about 5 seconds and cuts off with a sick-sounding squelch. You turn to look.

It becomes incredibly apparent where all the popcorn and icee went. Alessa's belly bulges under her cable-knit sweater, rising and falling laboriously. She sits, leaning back slightly, in an attempt to keep her jeans from digging into her body. Her brows are knitted together in pain as she snakes a hand under her sweater to rub at her aching belly. Her sweater rides up a bit, revealing smooth, pale skin. The reds and blues of the movie play over her exposed skin. You note the lump of her hand moving in slow circles under her sweater as she attempts to soothe her belly. Another series of thick, cascading gurgles bubble out of her stomach in protest, and you note how the hand under the sweater pauses as her free hand flies to her stomach before another crampy groan churns forth. You swallow hard.

kkkkrrllllghhhlllllllll

She whimpers again.

"You OK?" you whisper, leaning close.

"No, I--hnngh--I think I overdid it with the popcorn and such. I'm so bloated, just look at me!"

You feel your cheeks flush as you allow your eyes to wander slowly over the smooth curve of her abdomen. Your heart threatens to jump out of your chest.

"Are you doing this to me on purpose?" you whisper hoarsely. You see her eyes glint as an explosion on screen lights up the theater. She leans forward, her expression unreadable. Her lips are just inches from yours.

"Yes." Her hand squeezes your thigh as she leans toward you, her other hand gently taking yours and placing it firmly on her belly, under her sweater. Thank god this theater is nearly empty.

Immediately, you feel her belly bubbling under your palm. Her stomach flinches in time with a particularly loud, sharp, and brief squelch. There is some give, some softness to her skin, and the heat of her body radiates gently into your palm. She moans, leaning into your touch. Her tummy's sounds coupled with the tangible gurgling under your hand reminds you of a pot of soup that's hit a rolling boil.

"Do you feel it?"

You certainly do. If your mouth went any drier you wouldn't be able to speak. "Yeah. Your belly's going nuts."

"I don't know why I do this to myself," she moans, her fingers trailing as they release their grip on your thigh. She holds your hand to her belly as she leans back in the movie seat, its contents sloshing as she moves. "Popcorn always does this to me."

Her belly shudders as another series of gurgles and churns tear through her. "I don't think I can make it through the movie," she whispers huskily, locking eyes with you. "Take me home?"

The multiple layers of meaning in that question have you hurriedly gathering your things and helping her out to the car. Her belly required way more attention than could be provided in the theater.

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Imagine the task of having to manually deflate a bloated belly. Tackling their taut skin with firm presses, determined to make it submit to your command. You assess all sides of the tummy, prodding and testing for the hardest and most knotted areas. There's no give at first, but as you work your way up and down the tense belly, your fingers start reaching deeper and you can feel more gurgles erupting beneath the surface. It takes some time, battling the cramps as their tummy rebels against your rough touch. Soon enough, what was once a bloated, tight tummy becomes a soft chaotic mess as everything you've dislodged now ravages around the insides of the belly. And that's a whole different battle to fight.

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imagine somebody with a bloated belly full of gas brewing in their guts but it won’t move

they’re desperately digging their fingers into their stomach hoping it’ll move it along as they moan in pain. gas cramps roll through their tummy. they sprawl their palm over their gurgling gut, and shove down hard but it does nothing to aid.

they’re so desperate all logic goes out the window so they start to shove their belly into hard surfaces to smoosh their belly so it’s forced to move downwards. all it does however is crush their belly and make it feel as if they’ll pop,,, poor thing just can’t find relief </3

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Love seeing the slow progression of a good belly ache. It starts off as mild discomfort, so faint you might just miss it. Then it grows, making the person pause for a second because of an odd feeling in their tummy, or just sneak a fleeting touch of a hand to their middle. Until the first hints of pain emerge and suddenly it's a longer pause, perhaps accompanied by a slight grimace. It's a longer touch to the middle, enhanced by a tiny bit of pressure.

And then the pain doesn't just go away, it lingers, a constant heavy discomfort, visible by bad posture and some calming breaths. The jolts of pain, however random before, become localized and cause the hand to stick to that area like a magnet.

But it's not done yet. What was once a quiet inconvenience becomes a rumbly mess. The intestines twist and contract, producing disturbing noises and immediate pain. A pain that makes once not want to move an inch out of fear from causing the cramping to worsen.

But for some, it's impossible to stay still, needing to touch their contorting belly. Finally, in desperate need of relief, they search for a safe place to nurture their aching rebelling tummy. Maybe a final ride home is what takes them over the edge and renders them motionless for the rest of the day. Unable to do anything but receive extensive rubs and massages from whoever has taken on the task of battling the chaos inside.

(As always, would absolutely love to do an rp inspired by something like this)

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Things I'm fucking tired of in this kink community:

> new femme content creator enters the scene

> posts vids of her tummy

> within DAYS, or less, ome jagoff man steals the vids, uploads them to ThisVid, and then locks them

> new content creator announces she will no longer be showing tummy

Why the FUCK are people like this in this community? How fucking hard is it to not be a selfish fucking dickhead?

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first post, kinda nervous 🫣

i’ve been lurking in kink spaces for a while but i’ve finally decided to start posting content of my own so i hope yall enjoy ☺️

also fun fact: i actually filmed this late last year so i don’t remember exactly what i ate but boy my tummy wasnt very happy about it 😅

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Woke up like this 😵

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Last night the marbles gave me a pretty bad tummy ache……. But today I woke up determined to eat more……. My poor belly is in for a ride 😳

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*Use headphones for a WAY better listening experience! xx As promised, here's that recording of my insanely unhappy belly 😵‍💫

Here's me thinking that eating or drinking next to nothing for a day (besides water and tea) to give my stomach a break after a VERY overindulgent weekend would sort out my overworked tummy...but nope. I swear I've hit my own personal record for how distended my poor tummy has ever been, and it wasn't shy about letting me know that it really wasn't happy about it. I didn't even know my belly was capable of bloating that much seeing its pretty flat most of the time 😅

Everything in my stomach still felt it was sitting like a rock, which felt super blegh, so I had a liiittle bit of water to hopefully settle and help flush things out.

That was such a mistake 😖

The second the water hit my stomach, I felt a deep 'glug' just above my bellybutton, and I thought that was going to be it, but with zero warning it started to feel like my already tight belly was fighting to make room for those few sips. It felt like everything in my tummy was shifting, and soon after, the bubbling gurgles became almost constant. I'm so so glad I managed to get my phone out quick enough to catch that super long rush of gurgles (from approx. the 30 - 55 second mark).

Despite what it may sound like, it wasn't the kind of upset belly that meant I needed to run to the bathroom (thank god). Every time my belly erupted in waves of liquidy gurgles and groans, I could feel the movement rolling from one side of my bloated stomach to the other. It was super unsettling, crampy and uncomfortable, but at the same time...fuck, it felt good.

I wish I could pinpoint exactly what caused all of this, because if I could make it happen again, I absolutely would with no hesitation. I've never seen my belly this bloated, never felt or heard it this active and loud, and honestly I already miss it 🥺