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You've been offline for a while. I assume you've just been doing well and busy with school, but if you ever do want to make a return, just know that some of us will be very pleased

hi anon!!

i promise i haven’t forgotten about this page, i’ve been insanely busy these last few weeks! i was in a play which took up most of my free time, plus choir rehearsals and studying for next week’s finals, but I should be all finished up with school soon!

i’ve got a few fun stories to catch y’all up on, so stay tuned!!

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You were so active for several days and you haven’t been recently so I hope you’re ok and hopeful that means things have been boring (aka feeling well) with your tummy?

hi anon!!

sorry, yes! i’ve been quite busy with extracurriculars this past week, and now that i’ve been feeling better, i haven’t been very motivated to post. thank you for checking in, anon, you’re very sweet!!

also i’m on spring break now so i’ll have a bit of free time, and i might post a little more and try to answer some of the asks waiting for me!

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Only liquids? Won't your tummy get even more upset after being so full and you're only feeding it liquid? No wonder it's all noisy - poor thing probably won't feel good again

oh anon, you have no idea.

i had some solids today (peanut butter and crackers, mostly, but some oatmeal too!), but i’ve been nervous to put things in my belly since it’s been so upset. i’ve kept it to mostly dairy-free ensure shakes and liquid ivs mixed into water though, and every time i eat, my tummy freaks out, sending groans and bubbles squelching though my guts.

my achy belly isn’t as bloated anymore, but it is terribly gurgly. i’ll post another audio tomorrow, if people like the one i posted earlier!!

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I’d definitely be interested in videos if you ever feel like posting them! Honestly it doesn’t have to be anything elaborate…look how many people loved just the photos and voice notes from you! Maybe just film yourself rubbing your belly and be as vocal as you’re comfortable with? Moans, burps, hiccups, talking, whining, whatever you feel like :)

aww, thank you, anon!! i’m so glad you’ve enjoyed the audio and little clips i posted!!

and that’s a great suggestion, thank you so much!! i do enjoy whining and complaining about my belly after i stuff it, maybe y’all would too!

next time i get a tummy ache (and my roommate leaves for a while), i’ll see if i can make a video for you!!

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okay, i’ve been saving this story for when i could post an audio, so please enjoy a bit of upset belly gurgles!!

my last midterm was thursday morning, and some of my friends went to this pizza place on campus to celebrate. now, my belly had been really upset and icky all week, and i was still bloated from the day before from eating a gigantic cup full of soft serve ice cream and a salad for lunch.

but i wanted to celebrate with pizza!! why not!! i told myself, “i’ll only have one slice, and i’ll be okay.”

we get to the place and order, and me and a friend go half and half for a large cheese pizza, cause he says he’ll eat most of it and take the rest back to his apartment, and i only want one slice, so i don’t wanna pay for a whole one by myself, right?

so we get our pizza back, and it’s absolutely delicious. thick and cheesy, fresh out of the oven, drenched in grease and garlic and sauce. my tummy rumbled while we were waiting; the smell alone made me ravenous.

when we got our pizza, i thought to myself, “gosh, well what’s two slices gonna do, right? it’ll be fine.”

mind you, this is all while my tummy is still aching from the day before, unsettled and heavy and rumbling quietly under my sweater.

about two bites in, my friend checks his email and sees that he’s got a meeting rescheduled for, like, right now, and he can’t take the rest of the pizza back to his place, like we agreed.

he doesn’t want to take the pizza with him, but he was so bummed out about wasting all that money on celebratory pizza that he’s just gonna throw away!

as he’s saying this, i’m trying to rub my belly under the table, cause it’s gurgling up a storm, bloating against the button of my jeans. i’d scarfed down a slice and a half, and god, my belly was not happy about it.

i realize he’s expecting me to finish the pizza, and he refuses leave for his meeting until i promise to eat the rest of it so it doesn’t go to waste. we were so excited about it, and he paid for half of it anyway— not to mention i’ve eaten an entire pizza in front of him before.

so i’m sitting there with a terribly full belly, doing my best to soothe it while it groans and churns, and i mean i could have just thrown the remaining four slices away, but i promised!!

i didn’t really have time to go back to my dorm and put it in my fridge either, so my only choice was to pack slice after slice after slice into my already distended belly, listening to it gurgle louder and louder as i stuffed it way too full.

i swear, each bite made my belly expand a little more. in total, my belly ended up with seven eighths of a large, thick-crust pizza, all crammed on top of five days of having an upset, backed up belly.

i had to sit there for about twenty minutes with an empty box of pizza, cradling my tummy as it groaned and churned, trying to get it to calm down enough to get to my next class.

it absolutely did not. all though the lecture, my guts filled with bubbles. i could feel it all shifting in my belly as i walked home, stirring up all the food stuffed inside. by the time i got home, my whole middle was tight and bloated, gurgling and rumbling under my hands as i rubbed it.

so here’s a recording of all that pizza making its way though my aching, overstuffed belly. enjoy!!!

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i really love the way you describe everything going on in your tummy and i'm so happy i found this blog. also i loved your emeto audio and i would love it did more like it and audios of your tummy grumbling as well.

aww, thank you so much!!!

i’ve always loved writing, but i’ve been a bit shy to post. (partly because i just turned 18 last year) but mostly because i was nervous that no one would like it. asks like these make me so happy that people enjoy the stuff i post!!

also i’ve finally figured out how to post some actual audios instead of just screen recordings of voice memos!! i’m so glad you liked my other one, i’ll keep posting more like it in the future!!

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omg I wish I could just take you out to the mall in your tightest clothes and order you a bunch of ice cream and milkshakes, watch you eat and drink them before having you walk around the mall as your stomach groans and expands. I'll rub it for you and tell you how good you're doing as the pressure becomes unbearable and you need to lean against a bench or something and unbutton your pants and shirt to let that distended and ballooning gut get shown off as it swells and gurgles <3

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oh, asks like this make me so flustered! i adore hearing all the stuff you wanna do to my tummy, especially!!

aww i bet you’d love to have me drink a milkshake while we wander around, watching me slowly start to rub my belly. we’d go in and out of shops, and i’d hold your bags like a proper gentleman, distractedly sipping down blended ice cream and milk and candy. i probably wouldn’t even notice it starting to press against my shirt, too focused on the uncomfortable rumbling inside. it really doesn’t take long for dairy to make my belly upset and noisy, and i’d probably start to get embarrassed if it got so loud that you could hear it burbling.

i bet that after i finished my first milkshake, you’d take me back to go get another one, watching my tummy swell with queasy bubbles. soon, the thick groans from deep in my guts would start to inflate my belly, getting louder every minute. i’m sure i’d have to keep tugging down my shirt, switching all your bags to one hand so i can keep the other on my rapidly distending belly, struggling to keep it contained under the hem of my shirt.

maybe then you’d sit me down for some frozen yogurt, my lower belly rumbling constantly from the sudden overload of sugary, lactose-filled treats. the button on my jeans would be so uncomfortable, but with a too-tight shirt, i would be too nervous to unbutton it in front of everyone. the constriction against my aching, inflated belly would just make it groan and gurgle louder, threatening to burst from all the pressure. i’d spoon the dessert into my mouth at your behest, stuffing myself even more just for you, struggling not to whimper from the unbearable churning.

maybe you’d even top me off with a milk tea, pumping my belly so full that it sloshes until my engorged belly bulges from under my too-tight shirt.

pretty soon i’d beg you to rub my enormous belly, my face red, and my gurgling tummy all bloated and round under your hands. the second you unbutton my jeans, it would spill out with an awful bubbling groan, the contents of my belly shifting to swell up further now that a little more space had been created.

aww, it would feel so good, your soothing hands all over my tight, expanded gut, especially if you told me how good i was for you, stuffing myself sick just for you.

thanks for sending this one in, 🧋!!!

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Ever tried swallowing marbles or anything similar?

hi anon!!

i have not, actually!! i LOVE when other people do and i’d like to try it, but it seems a bit risky for me. also i’m absolutely certain that once i start i’ll never stop, and i don’t know if i have the self control to be safe about it.

i’m obsessed the idea of having a belly full of heavy little things that aren’t supposed to be there, filling me up and clacking against each other with every little movement, shifting around in my tummy, though. i’ve often fantasized about stuffing my tummy full of indigestible objects and feeling them move through my guts. seriously, it’s very high up on my list, and if i ever give in and do it, i’ll post so much about it you’ll be sick of me!!

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Gifs of the tummy! I feel spoilt 😭 do you think you'd ever make a video? Your poor tummy is actually amazing, hope it all gets moving soon though before you actually explode

hi anon, i’m so glad you enjoyed!!!

and i think i’d be open to it, if that’s something people would be interested in!! i’m not very creative with my camera, so if i were to make a video, i’d probably need some relatively specific instructions about content and length and the like. i haven’t really thought about it much!!

thank you so much for the suggestion, anon!! i’m so glad you liked my gifs!!!

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How did it take me so long to stumble upon your profile? I love your posts so much and I wish I could help your tummy out! It looks like you've been struggling a lot these days, it's such a shame to see you go through so much. If you need someone to comfort you I'd be more than happy to!

all these anons are so sweet, thank you so much!!! i’m actually brand new to this blog, i’ve only been posting about a week!!

i was a longtime lurker, but i decided i wanted to contribute a little to the tummy ache community i loved so much!! plus i’ve always wanted to share my kink writing but i’m really shy about it and figured this was a little more my speed, cause i prefer writing about real things i’ve experienced.

well, and my deep longing for tummy rubs, that is!

thank you so much for sending in your thoughts, i appreciate your kind words, anon!!!

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Do you like when others’ tummies aren’t well? Or do you mostly prefer to be the one with the sick belly?

hi anon!!

in general, i like being the one with the sick belly, mostly just cause i’m insane and my brain goes crazy when my tummy does anything at all— hungry rumbles or queasy gurgles, and getting stuffed to the gills, especially!

it doesn’t help that my tummy is really sensitive, and i get a little flustered whenever i or anyone else rubs it. and i love the hurt/comfort aspect of having an upset belly, it’s nice to get to let someone else look after me and treat me gently, i really love it!! and stuffing is particularly good when paired with a little playful teasing, and copious belly rubs. i think it has something to do with my more submissive tendencies, even in non-sexual settings. stuffing especially is definitely related to my love of performing tasks well for a partner, i think.

thanks for sending in your ask, i hope that answered your question!!!!

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Aw honey, do you feel better now? I wish I could cuddle you while rubbing your poor tummy

oh anon, you’re so sweet!!

i do feel better now, thank goodness. i’m so glad i could finally clear out my system. i’ve been drinking lots of fluids all day, and really just trying to be gentle with my tummy. it’d be so nice to lay down next to someone and have them soothe my belly, especially when it’s so upset like this.

thus far today, i’ve kept it to just liquids so my belly doesn’t get too mad at me, and i’ve been feeling better already. now that everything is finally moving again, my lower belly has been really loud and gurgly though.

it keeps churning and groaning, all the bubbles twisting and shifting in my guts. although if i’m honest, i can’t help thinking how good each little rumble feels! if it keeps up when i get home, i’ll record an audio so y’all can enjoy it too.

thank you so much for your sweet words, anon!!

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Oh, I'm glad you think I'm the kind of person to be nice and rub your tummy. Yeah, let's go with that. That's definitely who I am. Not one to press it and slap it and force you to stuff even more food down your throat. I'm a nice, soft dom. Of course. Not a sadist at all.

oh dear, anon 😵‍💫😵‍💫

i wonder what you’d do if i came to you with a full, upset belly, expecting to be comforted and soothed. i’d snuggle up next to you, my tummy heavy from overindulging, begging for you to rub my achy belly.

maybe you’d even start off gentle, my head on your shoulder, pressing against my swollen middle so softly that i wouldn’t notice anything wrong. you can’t resist pressing a little harder though, testing how much give is left in my belly. i’d whine, “aw, be careful! i ate too much, now i don’t feel good.”

but you’d only be getting started.

you’d squeeze my sides, still a little too slender and soft. i’d whimper, but you decide there’s definitely a bit of room in my belly. you tell me, “sweetheart, i think you can fit a few more bites in there, can’t you?”

i’d look up at you, shaking my head. my tummy aches from everything i already stuffed into it, and you wanna pump even more into me? oh no…

but i can’t help agreeing once i see the look on your on your face. aww, i’d hate to disappoint you. i just want to be good and make you happy— if you say i need to eat a little more, i guess i’ll have to make room in my poor, queasy belly.

would you just put an overflowing tray of baked goods in front of me, knowing i can’t resist trying a few? how many do you think i could make myself eat before you have to take over, insisting i have just one more bite, then another, and another, and another?

or maybe you’d just go ahead and put my hands behind my back, bringing treat after treat up to my mouth as you watch my belly swell. i’d whine and beg, insisting i was too full to put anything else in my aching belly— please, i think i might be sick if i eat anything else, really, my tummy’s gonna pop.

all my whining wouldn’t matter though, because you know that each bite past my limit that you stuff in me expands my capacity just a little bit more. by the time all those extra snacks are churning and gurgling inside my strained, overstuffed tummy, i’m sure being gentle with it would be the last thing on your mind.

the idea of expecting someone to be sweet and comforting only to be pumped full of even more treats, rubbing my heavy, swollen belly a little too hard, agitating all the food sitting in it. maybe you’d pat it too hard on purpose, listening to how firm it is, how solid my belly has gotten from everything you made me pack in it… whew, that makes me dizzy.

especially if you let me lay back afterwards with my face buried in your neck while i moan and cry about how much it hurts, gently stroking it’s taught surface. maybe i’d even get you to kiss my face and lay your head on my belly, listening to all the queasy groans and gurgles coming from deep inside.

aww, every upset rumble and churn would be all your fault, wouldn’t it?

thanks for sending in your thoughts, anon!!!

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Oh you poor thing! In that first gig you posted you could really tell how much your belly was hurting. It looks like you were having trouble even standing up straight! Normally id tease a little and see if I could tempt you to eat something more…but considering it’s been a week of struggling with a backed up tummy I think I’ll be nice. I’d love to cradle you in my arms and gently stroke your swollen belly and reassure you everything will be alright. It’s ok baby, you can whine and moan all you need to. I’ll run your poor tummy and stroke your hair all night until you’re feeling better if I need to.

aww, thank you so much, anon!!

i don’t mean to sound pathetic, but my tummy is really miserable. i’ve eaten way, way too much for my upset belly, and i would do anything for a bit of comfort. i have to hold my breath to straighten up all the way, and the uneasy bubbling is practically constant. i just want someone to sit with me while i whine about how much it aches.

i wish you’d let me lean against you, my head against your chest, and your gentle hands on my upset belly till i finally fall asleep. and maybe when i wake up, you could coax a few more snacks in my achy tummy, just enough that i groan and beg you to soothe my belly again…

you’re so sweet, anon, thank you so much for your kind words!!

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Oh we would love a post dinner update when you finish

okay so QUITE the story, thanks for sending in an ask!!

and as a warning, i wrote most of this shivering on my bathroom floor hugging a trash can to my chest. i haven’t gotten sick yet because i hate hate hate puking and will keep everything down out of sheer willpower if i must. (if i do get sick though, i will record an audio, don’t worry)

first of all, the drive between home and my university is a little under an hour and very windy. my belly had settled down a little from the laxatives, and i was thankfully able to finally empty my tummy a little.

when i got to my parents house, the first thing i noticed was a terribly unfortunate smell. chocolate and frosting and whipped cream and maraschino cherries— my mom’s signature devil’s food cake. i was in for a rough night.

she yelled my name from the kitchen, and i gave her a long hug (sorry everyone, i’m a huge momma’s boy and always have been), and took off my sneakers.

while i didn’t grow up in a “you can’t leave the table unless you clean your plate” house, it was definitely considered rude not to finish a meal someone had made special for you. my mom had prepared an absolutely delicious dinner of manicotti with red sauce and so so so much cheese. my family tends to show love through food, and my mom is especially guilty of it.

i lost a bit of weight when i moved out, probably due to a combination of my tummy issues and being away from her wonderful and extremely butter-heavy cooking. (she’s from the deep south, it’s in her blood.) as per usual, she chastised me for not eating enough and loaded up my plate. now, i don’t know if y’all have ever had to eat something really rich on top of an already packed belly, but oh my god, i was dreading it. i love her cooking so much, but today, it was hard to force down bite after bite of pasta and ricotta cheese and mozzarella and red sauce and cheesy garlic bread. i managed to finish my plate like a good son, my tummy starting to groan again from all the heavy food. my belly was so tight and full, i had unbutton my jeans halfway through the meal. i could barely sit up too, my belly getting heavier and rounder with every delicious bite.

my mom, of course, practically begged me to get seconds, but i think she could tell my tummy wasn’t feeling up for it. it was grumbling so loudly, and i could feel my tummy already starting to churn.

she conceded by announcing dessert: the devil’s food cake. oh man… three layers of thick, heavy chocolate cake, slathered in creamy chocolate frosting, topped with homemade whipped cream and maraschino cherries. my stomach groaned just looking at it. it’s my absolute favorite thing she makes, and she knows it. she cut me a huge slice, and i thanked her and thanked her and thanked her for going through all the trouble of fixing it for me. she bakes from scratch too, so she’d probably been in the kitchen for hours. i didn’t care that my stomach was so full i could burst, i had to keep shoveling it in. the slice was gone in seconds, my belly swelling to accommodate so much cake. she cut me another slice before i could refuse, and put a third in some tupperware to take back home with me. it’s no wonder i was fifteen pounds heavier when i lived with her!

we said our goodbyes around 9:00, and i practically waddled to my car, cradling my distended belly. when i got in, i spent about thirty minutes pulled into the dirt road next to the house, rubbing my unbearably overstuffed tummy with both hands, my pants undone. i was too full to drive. any pressure on my belly made me whimper. i massaged up a few little queasy burps, dreading the winding road back home.

before i left though, i stopped by a late-night pharmacy and picked up some extra-strength stool softeners and laxatives. the gentle ones i’d been taking really just weren’t cutting it, and i popped one of each immediately. that was probably my most dire mistake of the night.

i had to pull over twice to get some fresh air, the sharp hairpin turns through the mountains of my home state threatening to heave everything my sweet momma cooked for me out the car window.

about a third of the way through the drive though, my guts twisted. i heard my belly groan over the noise of the radio, followed by a series of foamy gurgles. it was a distinctly different sound than my stomach grumbling around the enormous servings of cake and pasta stuffed into it— this was deep and low. i had to get home, quick.

my tummy had been so full for so many days, and i’d just had to stuff it with greasy southern cooking and the richest, densest cake i can imagine. i was infinitely grateful for the lactaid my parents still kept in the kitchen medicine drawer, because i’m certain i would’ve been terribly sick without it. even so, i don’t think my belly was happy about all the cheese and cream, as it bubbled and rumbled and glorped all the way home. i wished i had someone to drive me, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on my swollen, aching belly. i could barely breathe, and each time my guts contracted to try and process the overload of delicious sugar and grease, i let out a moan.

when i finally got home, i went straight to my bathroom, shaking and stripping down to my shorts. i was sweaty and nauseous and beyond ready for my tummy to finally empty, but i had no such luck for a good 20 minutes. i pulled on my pajama pants slowly, my tummy sloshing from the agitation of bending over to grab them. i spent all night in the bathroom, crying from the awful ache of my severely overstuffed belly. i needed someone to rub my back, to let me press my face into their neck and tell me everything was gonna be okay. after the first few bathroom trips, i just grabbed my blanket and layed down on the tile floor, curled up around my little trash can.

so here it is, my belly full of cheesy bread and ricotta stuffed shells and devil’s food cake. i’m still not quite all the way empty this morning, but i finally feel a good bit better.

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It must be dinner time soon 🫣

i’ve made it to my parents house! i’m in american central standard time, so it’s just past four for me here. i’m sitting in the driveway currently, wish me luck, anon!!

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Oh sweetheart, your poor belly - did the laxatives help at all?

well, yes and no!

they helped finally get things moving a little, but after a week of everything just sitting in my tummy, it was rather difficult. not to be crass, but sitting down hasn���t been this uncomfortable since i went out with a guy for the first time in october 😭😭

and to add insult to injury, my guts have started bubbling and gurgling again, and i’m nervous they’ll just get me terribly bloated again. i really hope not; i’m about to leave to go have dinner. goodness gracious, my belly can’t take much more of this!

thank you so much for your kindness anon, i appreciate your sweet ask and your concern!!!