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Stuck (Mature content, fetish material)

It was now three in the morning, London sat on the toilet in their hotel room. He was doubled over with his arms around his bloated belly, squeezing it desperately trying to get it to do something. They’d been on their trip for almost a week now, and he hadn’t been able to use the bathroom since the first day. It’s not that this was surprising to him, he knew himself and his belly. But he hadn’t wanted to let something like this cause him to miss out. And yeah, the trip really had been amazing, he couldn’t say he regretted any of it. But this, he worried, was going to ruin everything.

London was rather shy about his problem, shy about bathroom business in general. That was probably part of his problem, really. The thought of revealing to his significant other what was happening to him was enough to make him want to crawl into a hole and die. But it was starting to hurt so badly that he was having trouble hiding his discomfort. He’d been having to make up excuse after excuse, he’d realized there was no way he could keep this up. He’d been hoping he could just wait and deal with it when he got home, but the build up was making his clothes fit too tight, not to mention his aching belly was getting more and more vocal by the day. He wasn’t sure he could keep pretending there were hunger grumbles, that was only making his problem worse as his partner would always suggest more food of course. His partner, Ruffus, seemed to be totally oblivious of London’s misery, but that’s the way he wanted it.

So he’d waited until he was sure Ruffus was asleep, determined that this was it. He was going to stay in here until morning if he had to, until he could empty himself. Or even if not that, until he could get anything out. But he was feeling painfully aware of the time, worrying that what if he still can’t get anything out by morning? What was he going to do? He was tired and sore, and the fear of embarrassment and frustration was making him feel like crying. He whined a little bit, and pushed as hard as he could, bearing down until it gave him a headache and he felt light headed. He’d have to stop and wait for a bit after that.

What was frustrating him the most was that he could feel it in there now, it was right there at his exit, but it was absolutely refusing to come out. When he pushed it would poke it’s head out just a bit, teasing him, but after that no matter how hard he pushed- nothing. It was stuck. He didn’t know what to do. He was thinking about all of the embarrassing scenarios that might come up if he didn’t get this taken care of tonight. He felt the building gas pressure, it was all trapped inside him and his nightmare was it escaping while Ruffus was around. Or what if his body just couldn’t handle it anymore, what if he had an accident or something? If he shit his pants, he’d just have to go kill himself, he decided.

“Please…” He said aloud, which sounded so odd to him in the otherwise dead silence of the bathroom. He whined again and rubbed his eyes a little, before sitting up straight, trying to change positions. He then put both hands on his bloated belly and pushed again, as hard as he could. He could feel it coming poking out again, maybe a little further this time? He kept the pressure constant, twisting around into different positions, holding his breath. Then, he could feel something happening. This was a bit different at least. It felt like it was moving. It was coming out further this time. But his head was starting to hurt again. The second he stopped pushing, it retreated right back inside. He whined pitifully, and really did cry a little this time, feeling absolute frustration. He sucked in another breath and pushed hard again, despite the headache. It went right back into position. It went like this for another couple minutes. He whined and cried to himself until he could feel it really pushing outward. It was starting to stretch him open, and boy did that hurt. It was so wide, he felt like it was going to actually cause him damage down there. But he didn’t want to stop. Right now, he’d rather rip his asshole off if it meant Ruffus never had to know about any of this.

He finally had to take a break, and he doubled over again, resting his head on his knees. He was sweating and sniffling a little. Although the massive crap stuck in his bum was causing him a lot of pain, he was glad it hadn’t gone back in this time. At least he was making some progress, he thought. He rubbed his bloated belly, massaging it all over, and silently pleading with it to just let it all go. He just so desperately wanted to enjoy the rest of his trip. Even if this was the last bowel movement he had on this trip, that’d be good enough. He felt this if he just could pass this, he could make it until he got home to deal with the rest.

After he rested a few more moments, he finally sat up again and leaned back against the top of the toilet. He took a deep breath and began pushing again, following his same pattern. Only it was even harder to make anything happen now, this thing was really stuck there good. It didn’t budge, not one bit. He tried changing positions again. He even wiggled around a bit, anything that might help. But it was like a brick was lodged in his asshole, and it really did feel like it too. “Why?…” He whispered to himself, as he dropped his head into his hands. When all of a sudden, one of the worst nightmare scenarios that he could imagine suddenly came to life. He heard a knock on the bathroom door. He felt like a bolt of electricity went through his body, and he felt like he was going to throw up when he heard Ruffus’ voice on the other side.

“You fall asleep in there?” He asked. London broke into a sweat immediately. He wasn’t prepared for this. He’d been banking on Ruffus sleeping through the night. And if only he’d knocked just a few minutes earlier, London would have at least been in a position that he could hop up and get the heck out of there. But now? He was stuck, he was literally stuck. This thing was stretching him open, he felt like an elephant giving birth right now. What was he supposed to do? He was panicking so intensely that he’d forgotten to even reply, until he heard another knock and an even more concerned Ruffus speak again. “London? You ok?” And he heard the handle jiggle. That was enough to give his heart a jumpstart and he called out.

“Uh!- No, no! I’ll be out in a moment!” He assured him. But now Ruffus had questions, of course. He sounded concerned. “You alright in there? Are you sick?” Ruffus had no idea what he was doing to his significant other right now. He had no idea what sort of shame and embarrassment he was inducing. London insisted he was fine, “Nah- I’m fine. I’ll be there in a sec.” He tried to act as natural as possible. But he was now in a full on panic. He bit his lip, and began pushing again, this time more desperately. He shoved his hands into his stomach, trying to squeeze the life out of it. He planted his feet into the ground and his back into the back of the toilet. He pushed until his face was red and he felt like his head might explode. But nothing was happening.

He was sweating profusely at this time, desperate to get out of there as quickly as possible. He thought he might have to go down there and dig this thing out manually. But that was not the idea plan, the thought of it made him feel even more light headed. But what other options did he have? So he sat there, and began to try to psyche himself up to do it. He grabbed some toilet paper and went down to try and get a hold of it. It was then that he truly realized just how hard this thing was, he wasn’t sure he could even break it off. He tried tugging on it, which caused him a horrendous amount of pain. He had to bite his lip to try and remain quiet. But the clock was ticking, and he needed to get this over with. So he tried pulling on it once more, before he had to stop once again when it was too painful. What was he going to do? He felt like he was about to have a full on mental breakdown over this. And what if he did? That would be even more embarrassing!

While panicking, the sudden knock on the door was the final straw for him. When he heard Ruffus on the other side, asking so kindly if he were alright, he just burst into tears. It’s not what he’d wanted to do, but it was so out of his control. His utter panic and shame had just built up so much, he didn’t know what to do or say and he felt like Ruffus was going to be so disgusted. “What?! What’s going on in there?” Ruffes asked, sounding alarmed. London tried to assure him, “Nothing- I-” But he could hear Ruffus moving away from the door. He was away for a few moments, before returning. And then, to London’s absolutely horror and dread, he saw the doorknob turning. The door opened, and Ruffus stepped inside. It was now that London felt that their relationship was just over. He was so embarrassed and ashamed, how would Ruffus be able to look at him again? “No- no! It’s ok!” He tried to assure Ruffus while still crying.

Ruffus was relieved to see London seemed alright for the most part, he wasn’t injured at least. But he was obviously upset and distressed. So he came in anyway, despite it being obvious London didn’t want him to. He was aware that the situation was awkward for his lover, and he tried to calm him down first and make him feel better about it. He spoke calmly, reaching over and rubbing his back a little. “Hey- It’s alright sweetheart. What’s wrong? Are you sick?” He asked gently. London was so ashamed, he cried into his hands for a moment, feeling entirely defeated. He finally had no choice but to admit his problem. As humiliating as it is, he wasn’t sure what else to do, he was stuck. “God- This is so embarrassing. Please don’t think I’m gross, I’m sorry.” He began, to which Ruffus looked shocked and interrupted. “What?! I won’t! Everyone has problems sometimes. It’s alright. It’s really alright, are you having diarrhea or something? It’s ok, it happens.” He kissed London on the top of the head, and kept rubbing his back. London shook his head. “No… It’s the opposite- It’s- Ugh… It’s stuck. This is so humiliating…” He couldn’t look at Ruffus while he said this. “It’s stuck, and it hurts so much.” As mortified as he was, now that he began admitting the truth he just let it all out. “I haven’t gone to the bathroom since we got here! My stomach feels like it’s going bust, I feel like I have a bag of concrete in my gut! And now it’s- it’s stuck. It- Oh god, this is so embarrassing. But it’s stuck, and it won’t come out. I don’t know what to do. It’s too big….”

He held his head in his hands. But then he felt Ruffus wrap his arms around him, and he felt another kiss on his head, then on his temple. He felt Ruffus’s hand slide down and a gentle hand rest on his disgustingly swollen gut. He felt Ruffus’ hand rubbing soft little circles around his aching gut. “London, you should have told me sooner. I could have helped before it got this bad.” He spoke softly, and sighed. London still couldn’t stand to look at his lover. He just kept looking down, ashamed and said nothing. Ruffus remained silent for a little while too, just rubbing London’s bloated belly. He was feeling guilty for not having noticed it himself. Well, he’d noticed it had some bloat, but for whatever reason it never occurred to him just how bad it was. If only he’d known his significant other had been suffering so badly this whole time.

“I know you’re feeling embarrassed, and I’m sorry. But I can help. I love you, and I want you to feel better, ok? Let me help, please.” Ruffus finally spoke again after allowing some time of silence. He removed his hand from London’s belly and took London’s face in his hands. He made him look up at him. “Look at me, I love you, ok?” He then gave him a little kiss on the mouth, hoping to prove that London’s little predicament didn’t affect his attraction to him in the least. London’s face was so very flushed. But he did feel comforted by Ruffus. But it was still one of his greatest nightmares, and although he agreed to let Ruffus help, he still could not help but cry. He just wanted it to be over, as quickly as possible.

So after receiving permission from London, he first tried giving London’s belly a real good rub. He used both hands this time, first rubbing the lower gut, then around the sides and the top, hoping he could help loosen things up in there. “Ok. So how about we try pushing now?” and London nodded, even though he was feeling mortified to try pushing in front of his boyfriend. Plus, he already knew it wasn’t going to work. But he didn’t feel like he could say that. So, he tried to find the right position again, and really bore down again, giving it all he had. While he did this, Ruffus tried his best to help, pushing in on London’s belly and hoping the extra pressure did something. But it didn’t. He watched London struggle for a few moments, before he had to stop and rest again. He rubbed his head. He’d already been at it for probably hours at this point, and the frustration was really, really getting to him. So Ruffus hugged and comforted him, rubbing his belly very gently again and assuring him they were going to get him feeling better soon.

This went on for probably at least another hour. There were no changes, that thing was firmly lodged in his ass. It had no plans on moving any time soon, and London was really at his breaking point now. Ruffus could tell London was about ready to lose it again, and he was desperate to solve this problem. He had an idea, but he knew London wasn’t going to like it. So he tried to bring it up as carefully as he could. He gave London another tight hug, and nuzzled the top of his head. “Hey…” He began, softly. “This isn’t going so well. I think, if you’re ok with it…” He paused and kissed his boyfriend on the top of the head once more. “I think I could probably remove it for you? I-I’d be careful.” He assured him. “I know you feel embarrassed, but I really think it’d be easier for me to get it out for you.” He was hugging London tightly as he spoke, and could hear him sniffling again, and feel the little hiccups he got from crying again. “I’m so sorry…” London apologized. “I’m so gross.” He hated that Ruffus had to do this for him. But of course, Ruffus tried to shut that down quickly, reassuring him the best he could. “You are not gross. Don’t be sorry. This will be over soon, I promise.” He held on a little longer, he rubbed London’s back a little more then finally let go.

“Alright sweetheart, are you ready?” He asked, and London nodded reluctantly, blushing and looking away. “Ok, here, lean forward a bit please…” He requested. He grabbed some toilet paper, then reached down behind London and took hold of what was sticking out of him. He hadn’t realized just how big it was until that moment, no wonder his poor lover was having such a bad time in here. He frowned, and reached forward to rub London’s belly once more with his free hand. “Tsk, oh, sweetheart…” He whispered. “You poor thing, you really should have told me.” He wished so much he could have helped before it got so bad. He tried to be very careful, but even just the slightest movement was seeming to hurt his dear one. He felt terrible about that, but he reminded himself that London was going to feel a million times better once this awful thing was out of him.

He tried pulling on it and moving it side to side, he then tried twisting it, and moving it up and down. But it was just really stuck in there! And the pain was getting worse and worse for London, he was trying to keep quiet, but couldn’t help but let out a whine now and then while Ruffus did this. Finally, Ruffus stopped and had to think for a moment. It wasn’t something he wanted to do, but he realized this thing was not going to come peacefully. “I’m going to try something else, ok?” He warned London, before dropping the toilet paper into the water and running his bare finger around London’s stretched hole. London blushed profusely, wanting to hide his face again, but remained silent. “Hmmm..” Ruffus thought, and began digging into the turd with his fingers right there at his hole. He worked at it until he was able to work one of his fingers up inside London’s asshole right up against the massive log. London whined again, being stretched open further. He clenched his teeth and held his stomach tightly. Ruffus hooked his finger into the log from the inside, and began, as carefully as possible, to pull it out. As it finally began to move, it was incredibly painful, London could not control himself and let out a yelp. At the middle of it, he was stretched to what felt like his absolute limit, before finally it began to taper back down again as it finally slid out of him. When it did, he practically fell forward, feeling like he’d really just given birth. Ruffus caught him and gave him another hug, and kissed his face all over. “See! There we go!” London just rested his head in Ruffus’ arms, he really had no energy left. He hugged Ruffus back and whispered. “That was bad…” To which Ruffus just gave him more kisses. “I know sweetheart, I’m sorry.”

But still, it wasn’t all over yet. London’s belly made a roaring sound, and London suddenly clenched his belly, going a bit pale. “Oof- C-could you excuse me for a mom-” But he couldn’t hold it in. The trapped gas was finding it’d way out. He was embarrassed all over again when it escaped. But he couldn’t stand to hold it, it hurt too much and he just really needed to let it go. “Auh!” Ruffus looked surprised, but assured him it was fine, and that it was good that it was coming out now. But he did step aside so London could have some privacy, now that he’d done his part. Ruffus, after washing his hands, quietly retreated back to their room and waited patiently.

Finally, after some time, London very sheepishly exited the bathroom. He stood at the end of the bed for a moment, before Ruffus motioned for him to get in. He gingerly crawled in on the other side, his back end feeling extremely sore. He lay down next to Ruffus, and soon was swallowed up in a hug. Ruffus gave him a big kiss, then brushed his hair out of his face. “Don’t you even feel like you can’t tell me something ok? I will help you with anything. I don’t want you to ever let your tummy get into that sort of state again. Alright?” He lectured London, who nodded, and wrapped his arms around Ruffus as well. He sighed. “Ok… Thank you.” He nuzzled his face into Rufus’ neck. Ruffus held him so tight, rubbing London’s back. He could still sense London’s embarrassment and felt that he could not possibly comfort him enough. But he could feel London relaxing in his arms, and snuggling in real close. But then, he heard London’s belly let out another moan. He placed a hand on London’s belly, and could feel that it was still bloated?

“Sorry Ruffus… I think there’s still more.” He apologized. “We ate a lot this week.” He sighed again. “Sorry.” He apologized again, but Ruffus corrected him, while he went gently rubbing his belly. “No, no. Remember, don’t apologize. It’s alright. I love you. I’ll just rub your tummy until you’re ready to go again, ok? And if you need any help again-” London cut in, very shy and quiet. “I’ll- I’ll tell you.” To which Ruffus gave London one more big kiss. “Exactly. Thank you very much.” He chuckled a little. The two then snuggled up and rested together while they waited for London’s belly to move again. And although London was still feeling pretty embarrassed about the whole thing, at least now he also was feeling quite safe and very loved. He was finally able to relax.

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Some self-indulgent tummy ache sketches because I can hehe

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Character super constipated hides it with big hoodies and jumpers that conceal their gut so they almost lose track of its growth, till they have to admit to their partner about it & the slow reveal of their massive swollen gut 😩💦💦 even they’re supposed at how big it is now 😳💦

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Tfw someone is in denial about how constipated they are and is too embarrassed to admit it, but you can catch them thoughtlessly rubbing their hard tummy, drinking more water that usual and coming out of the bathroom red faced and unrelieved 👀 👀

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What if… earth shits in the diaper when someone was changing him,,, head empty only horny

Earth was having a very hard time the past few days, the cramping in his stomach said there was a storm coming but...nothing happened. Lots of gas but nothing solid. He was defiantly constipated. In an effort to get ahead of the mess Moon has diapered their little blue marble just to be safe.

"Hm, looks like you're just wet again..." Moon hummed as they untaped Eath's diaper to change him "maybe I need to make you that tea after all..." "Yeah.." Earth mumbled trying his best to lie still as the gurgling in his tummy built up when *BBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT!!* *POOT* "S-sorry.." "It's alright , dear I kno--" But the farts just kept coming *RRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPTTTTTTT!!* *BBBBBAAAAPPPPPPPRRRRTTTTT!!* *BRRRRAAPP!!* *PSSSSSSRRRRR...* Earth grunted loudly involuntarily spreading his legs as a solid log started to push out of his hole with every fart he ripped "Hnnnnnggg..!! I-it's coming out...!!" he whimpered "Hush, just push, dear, I know you can do it..." Moon soothed rubbing Earth's tummy as he pushed out a load of solid nuggets into his open diaper, tears running down his cheeks the whole time...

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Could I get some chubby Sebastian content? Be it doodles or headcannons I just love seeing the emo with more meat on his bones

Here’s some Sebby at work. I like to think he binges all day when he’s working on a difficult project. 

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I discovered an audio that confirms how Eiji is a foodie who Ash cannot keep up with, and it has earned my entire heart ❤️

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The nugget stuffing

I wrote this one yesterday and it’s been sitting in my drafts ready to post, hope you like

Eliana couldn’t get the memory of the shop assistant out of her head when she told her that all this food was for her. She was buying food for her latest livestream, and apparently it’s not normal to buy 5 large bags of frozen nuggets just for yourself, who knew!

El began setting up her camera and backdrop for today’s video, chicken nuggets stuffing had been the top request on her latest poll. The nuggets sat in 3 huge see through glass bowls beside her. She adjusted her bra and knickers one last time before loging in. She could see 27 users already in the waiting room for the video. For her that was a lot as she’d only been doing this a short time. The time hit 8:30 and El turned on the camera.

“Well hello there my viewers! How are we all today? Lots of familiar names logged in, I see you! As usual thank you for all the love and support! Now it’s time to get into the nugs!”

El stood up so her full body was in view.

“As you can see, my stomachs pretty flat right now. I mean it’s still pudgy,” she poked her belly and gave it a little wiggle, “ but it’s got plenty of room! So let’s go!”

El pulled the first bowl of nuggets towards her, having a sneaky look at the comments being posted. So far all very impressed, all ready for the show.

Raising the first nugget to her lips she took a bite, licking her lips seductively at the camera.

“Mmmmm these are some good nugs!”

She began eating them whole, putting nugget after nugget into her mouth.

“Oh my god these are good. My big old belly is crying out for more”

She ate more nuggets, getting a third of the way through the first bowl before stopping. She could feel her stomach telling her that actually she was pretty damn full right now. She turned side on to the camera.

“Look at this belly, starting to bloat our already.” She ran her hands over the bulge at the top of her abdomen where her stomach was filled with food. She rubbed it for a few minute, groaning unnecessarily but it pleased her audience.

She picked up the bowl and quickly finished off the rest of them.

“Well that’s one bowl down, two to go!” El smiles cheekily into the camera, again rubbing her belly.

She really was feeling stuffed now, beyond full. Her stomach was beginning to ache.

“Ugh guys, my poor belly isn’t feeling great already! I wish you were here to rub it for me and help me with this challenge!”

As expected this caused an increase in comments users all expressing their wishes to rub her belly for her. She looked at her tummy, it was pretty damn swollen at the top but not much different to normal lower down. If she was going to finish this challenge then she needed the food to move through her a bit. She spent a few more minutes massaging her gorged gut, adding in some belly button play for one of her regulars. It wasn’t her cup of tea but he tipped well so she didn’t mind.

“Here we go” she said after her brief pause. Her belly still felt full and achey but these people were paying to see her stuff herself to the brim and that’s what they’d get.

As El dug into the second bowl her stomach began to stretch out further, desperately trying to accommodate the onslaught of nuggets. She stopped every three or four nuggets to give herself a belly massage as her gut struggled with all the food.

“Guys I am really feeling this today,” El said to the camera, eager for a brief break. Her stomach hurt a lot, it was actually getting a bit hard to breath because her stomach was so jam packed. Looking down at the bowl though, El realised there was only 5 nuggets left.

“Okay my lovely viewers, these 5 as fast as I can, then a break for some much needed tummy TLC”

Grabbing the nuggets she shoved them into her mouth one after another without stopping. When the last one was swallowed she took in a deep breath. Holy shit her belly hurt. Resting her palms over her stomach it was clearly distended and solid as a rock.

“Oh man I do not feel too good.” She ran her hands over and over her tummy, though it wasn’t actually helping at all. “I need to lie down for a bit.”

El placed herself on her strategically placed love seat and lay back, groaning in pain and pleasure at the weight of the food clogging up her stomach.

Groaning and whimpering she lay there, massaging her drum tight tummy.

“I don’t know if I’m going to manage anymore food,” she groaned. As much pain and discomfort as she was in, she knew she’d be eating the third bowl. However it seemed to turn her customers on to encourage to her stuff herself more so she cheekily teased them with “oh but my belly hurts” and “no I couldn’t possibly fit anything else into my tummy it’s so sore and full” before finally going for the third bowl. The fake reluctance had given her stomach enough time to get to work with digesting the food, she could feel it moving through into her intestines. Dragging the bowl towards her she decided to eat the last bowl laying down.

Each nugget got harder to eat. Her stomach had really had enough this time. She was in pain. Actual proper pain. Each swallow was thicker and harder than the one before, and 3/4 of the way into the bowl she knew she had reached her final limit. She swallowed the mouthful of nugget and it went down her throat only to stop in what felt like her chest. The nuggets were piled almost out of her stomach into her oesophagus, sitting as solid and unmoving as rocks.

“Guys” she hiccuped, causing a gag and nugget to reappear into her mouth. She swallowed it down with a grimace, “ I’m done. I cannot...” BURP “possibly eat anymore” ... BURPPP.

She rubbed her tummy gently, but even that movement caused her to feel like puking, so she decided to massage her intestinal area instead to keep things moving. Laying on the sofe she continued to film herself for a while, some of her viewers were only here for the aftermath.

“Oh my belly...it hurts so bad...*gag* oh god I’m gonna puke...ugh my poor tummy.... please I need someone to help me rub it better...oh my god it’s hurting.... I don’t feel good”

She went on like this for a while, giving her viewers time to finish themselves off, before giving her usual closing line.

“I’ve got to go, I need to puke or shit or just be in agony. See you guy’s same time next week.” And with that she ended the live stream.

Collapsing back into her chair El wrapped her arms around her huge gut, rocking back and forth with the pain and cramps. But through all the pain she could feel her vagina tingling excitedly at how full she was. She rubbed her upset belly aggressively, making it churn and gurgle sickly, in turn increasing her arousal. Her viewers had had their fun enjoying her bad belly ache, now it was hers.

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What are you supposed to do when your husband is right?

Pretend it's not like that until you can't anymore, obviously.

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Stomach ache things/diolog I like to hear

Being unable to curl up in a ball because their tummy is too bloated and the pressure of pulling their legs up is too much

Moaning and rubbing their tummy in their sleep

When their tummy is too tender to be touched or rubbed so there’s nothing they or their care taker can do to sooth the pain

Being so full or bloated the their belly gets a red/pink flush

Having to go to the hospital because the pain is so bad, then having to clutch their belly and cry while their caretaker holds them while they sit in the waiting room

Being in the hospital and hearing someone screaming or vomiting in another room

“Please, it hurts so bad, please help me”

“Oh god by belly, make it stop!”

Having their belly painfully pressed and prodded when examined by a doctor

Guarding their tummy when someone tried to get near it

“Ah! Don’t touch it, i-it’s too painful!”

The caretaker tries to touch or rub the belly but it causes them more pain/to violently throw up

Moans turning into whimpers, which turn into cries, then turn into screams

Being so desperate they have to frantically rub their own aching tummy, desperately trying to find some kind of relief

“I-I can’t take it, please make it stop, it’s too much”

Cramps so bad they double over

Bellies being described as “swollen” or “bloated”

Tummies that shake, quiver or bounce from the sheer pain/pressure

“Oohhhh.... m-my, my tummy....”

When their tummy is so packed their system can’t handle it and they need someone to help get things moving by pushing and kneeding the belly, even though the added pressure causes their tummy to hurt so much more. They cry and writhe under the care takers touch but they have to go through it to make their belly feel better in the long run

Or maybe there’s no one to help rub their stuffed tummy so their poor guts have to struggle and strain all night with all the food they overloaded their system with

Writhing on the bed, clawing and grabbing at their belly in pain

Just clutching their bellies in general is really good

Care takers gently placing a hand on an upset tummy and being able to feel the turmoil going on underneath the skin

Cuddling and pressing tummies together, feeling how bloated the other is against their own stomach

Bellies that swell up as gas builds in their guts, big pockets of air that stretch their stomach and twist up their intestines as they move through their digestive system

When their tummy is full of gas and they feel it bubbling inside them

Non stop gurgling

“My belly, my belly...”

Being so full it makes the skin of their tummy extra sensitive, so they can’t have clothes or blankets rubbing up against them

Shallow breaths because their bloated tummy is taking up too much room and their lungs can’t expand properly

Begging their own tummy to stop hurting

Gasping in pain

Tummies that are hard to the touch

Patting the tummy instead of rubbing it

“Ow my tummy, ohhh... my tummy hurts so much, I can’t take it anymore...”

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Stuck up chubby elven lord with a gassy problem, and his overly familiar cheeky guard he grew up with?

[bigbelliedfeedee]

Imagine being super constipated. Your belly is rock hard and aches constantly, with cramps that sporadically run through your stretched intestines. You’ve been rubbing and holding your belly constantly, pushing and massaging to get your guts moving along, but nothing is helping and you’re packed solid with shit.

The day goes on and fuck you’re hurting so bad, your belly now pulling so far out from you that even breathing hurts. It feels like your intestines are trying to rip out of your body. You decide to take a handful of laxatives to get things moving, and retreat to your bedroom for complete privacy. You try and nap, but the aching pain and your massively bloated belly has caused an arousal so powerful you can’t possibly ignore it. You reach down and begin touching yourself, gently at first but going harder and faster as you begin nearing climax. You slow down before you cum, prolonging the experience as you’re enjoying yourself too much. Once the imminent threat of orgasm passes, you pick up speed again with one hand, and cup and rub your distended belly with the other. Massaging it, rubbing it in circles, groaning with pain and pleasure at the compacted feeling in your intestines. The pressure intensifies the faster you touch yourself, cramps causing you to gasp out loud. Then just as you feel yourself beginning to orgasm, you push down hard into your intestines, massaging your poor sick aching gut with your knuckles. And the orgasm is amazing. You groan loudly in pleasure as the sensation takes over, pushing harder and harder as the euphoric feeling gushes from between your legs. When the orgasm begins to ebb, you’re panting hard. Your whole body goes limp, the pleasure and relaxation surging through every inch of you. You lay there for a few minutes in pure bliss. Your aching belly almost forgotten.

And then your belly let’s out a series of sick sounding gurgles. They start in your midsection and work there way through your intestines, followed by intense cramping. The laxatives are kicking in. You groan and roll over in bed, placing a pillow under your swollen tum, hoping the pressure will help as the laxatives continue to work their way through. You place your hands between the pillow and the taut skin of your continually expanding belly, pushing deeply through each cramp and massaging gently once they ease. You then start to move up and down on the pillow to shift the pressure more as the cramps become more severe and gas begins to build up, almost in a humping movement. At least that’s what your body seems to think, as the arousal begins to build up again between your legs. You’re in for a long night of pain and pleasure.

[bigbelliedfeedee]

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[bigbelliedfeedee]

i want you to fuck me while your stomach is bloated and churning. i want to hear it slosh as you thrust, i want to hear you moaning in both pain and pleasure.

“hold my stomach, baby,” you say breathlessly. so i reach down and place a hand on either side of your sick belly, feeling shivers run through me as i rub the taught skin. it gurgles, like a boiling pot of soup, and you moan along with it.

“hold me tighter,” you can barely speak, “please.”

i do, and the added pressure forces up little burps, which you muffle into my neck.

we’re both close to climax now, and your tummy is close to revolting.

[bigbelliedfeedee]

Just laying in bed whimpering and masturbating while constipated. I just want someone to love me enough to give me a nice enema and rub my tummy 🥺🥺

Wish I could be there, anon. If I was, I'd have you on all fours with the enema bag hanging above you and the nozzle nestled in your ass. As the warm water trickled inside of you, I'd reach down and caress your tummy, cradling it as it swells with liquid.

You'd have to hold in all that water after I slide out the nozzle, of course. We'd need to make sure it has enough time in your tummy to soften and loosen up all that stubborn poop. Think of how bloated you'd feel. How achingly full your poor tummy would be. You'd stay clenched, listening to my encouragement and savoring the gentle massage I'd give you.

(Scat beneath the cut, idk how into that you are so just a head's up if you want to stop here.)

When you start to whimper for the toilet, I'd keep you trembling on your knees and elbows for a couple minutes more. Then, finally, you'd be allowed to plop down on the seat and squeeze everything out. Right in front of me. Spraying dirty water, farting, and pinching those long overdue logs as I palm your tummy and help you push.

If you need, you could rest your head on my shoulder while you grunt. I know it's difficult. You've had all that inside of you for so long. My hand would press deep into your tummy, coaxing out more and more, until at last the toilet is full and you're not.

Sounds like a good time to me 👌

[bigbelliedfeedee]

“My tummy hurtsssss!”

“I think I’m gonna be sick.”

“I don’t think I can eat anything else!”

“I have to finish ALL of it?!”

“Mmmmmmmm!”

“My bellyyyyyyy!”

“I’m so nauseousssss!”

“Everything in my belly, is just sitting there!”

“My! I’m so bloated! What happened to me?!”

*squirms* “C- Can’t… g- get…. c- comfortable!”

“I’m cramping so badddddd!”

“Uuuuggghhhhhh!”

“Oooowwwww!”

*accidentally rubbing where it hurts the most*

*Aggressively moans while clutching stomach*

*Doubles over in pain, almost whimpering*

*slowly panting trying to catch one’s breath*

*touches one’s stomach just enough to where they let out nauseous sounding burps/hiccups*

*letting out burps that sound like the person might possibly throw up, by the sounds their upset stomach is making*