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#tummy ache kink
aching-tummies · 6 months
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With your tummy already full of milk and starting to cramp up the only thing to do is hel "soothe" it poking your lower belly roughly while it twist into knots. Placing both my hand on your tummy and just squeezing. "Ahh is that to much pressure on your cramps aching tummy?"
A response to this post, I think? Thank you for your patience. It sat in my inbox for a month or so. I don't want to make excuses, but as an explanation: 6-day work-week + home project = dead-on-my-feet. I've been trying to craft a proper response to this ask all month...but I literally got to the point of opening a word-processor and promptly falling asleep after squinting at the screen brightness.
Wet gurgles churn through the earpieces of the stethoscope. I lean back on my pillows, indulging in the noises. At a glance, one might think that I'm relaxing to some classical music of some sort—it's almost a trope in movies and TV at this point where some wealthy dude (sometimes the 'bad guy') sits back and turns up the volume on some classical piece like 'Ode to Joy' or something as they sit back after a job-well-done with a sniffer of brandy or whatever. We ain't as a boujee as that—no classical music screaming 'taste' or 'wealth', no expensive sound-system, and no brandy. What I've got is a stethoscope pressed almost painfully into the middle-left of my torso,the round metal nudging at my stomach-organ with every breath as I have the diaphragm trained directly over my duodenum.
The gurgles are audible even without the stethoscope, but with it I am getting a much more immersive experience. It picks up all of the little, quieter gurgles and the parts too quiet to escape to the realm of audibility. It's because of the earpieces that I don't hear it when you walk into my room, pausing at the door to take in the sight of me blissed out and indulging in my stomach. A glass that once contained milk sits on my night-table, telling you all that you need to know about what's going on.
You watch for a minute, watch as my blissed-out calm eventually begins to shift. It starts with a sharp gurgle, an irregular tensing of my abdominals, and a wince on my face as the painless part of the indulgence moves onto the main event. Enough milk has entered my intestines—enough to irritate the works. By the third wave of cramping, I'm moaning quietly, the stethoscope slipping as I begin to knead at my tummy as the cramps build to something painful—like the difference between calm waves and sky-scraper-sized waves out on the ocean. The cramps that were cute and manageable have grown, built themselves up to the point where it's painful. My intestines spasm irregularly, giving me that tell-tale 'in knots' feeling that I dread so very much.
“Ah!” I startle as I feel the bed dip and finally open my eyes, seeing your unexpected presence. A blush colors my features, unbidden, as I realize you caught me indulging alone. I thought you were working today and thought that I'd have the day off and the place to myself to indulge in a little stress-relief.
You don't even ask, reaching out with both hands to palpitate my belly. It's barely noticeable, but it's definitely rounder and tighter just a little bit more than it was an hour ago as the milk reacts negatively in my intestines, generating some painful gas inside of my constricting intestines.
I moan deeply as your probing hands press on some painful points on my tummy. On my right is a painful gas-pocket that's stuck in a loop of intestine—unable to be pushed to one or the other side of the loop because of restrictive cramps on either end of the twist. On my left, your thumb is nudging at the lower part of my duodenum, trying to act as a catalyst ensuring that all of the milk is in my intestines. My intestines rumble fiercely and my stomach burbles sickeningly. A gross, puff of sour, hot air pushes up and out of my stewing digestive tract in a pitiful excuse for a burp.
“Ahh...is that too much pressure on your cramping, aching tummy?” You tease, whispering in my ear as you relent the pressure and slide your hands over, only to press more firmly on other points on my belly. Your palms dig into the centre of my lower belly, just beneath my navel. The pressure is intense enough for me to moan and give some pained exclamations as the pressure in my cramping intestines ramps up from the pressure. I feel like a tied-off-balloon being squeezed from the bottom, your hands pinching off some much-needed space for the expansion of all the gas and nastiness being generated by the milk. The entire mess is expanding, and you just pinched off some prime real-estate. My intestines scream at the pressure, threatening to burst and aching fiercely.
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angeytummys · 10 months
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Soda
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Chojuro, the loyal shinobi and Mizukage of the Hidden Mist Village, had always prided himself on his strength and resilience. However, on this particular day, he found himself in the grips of an unexpected adversary—a painful bellyache. It all began innocently enough when he decided to quench his thirst with a can of soda, unaware of the consequences that awaited him.
With an empty stomach, Chojuro guzzled down the fizzy drink, savoring the refreshing taste. Little did he know that the combination of carbonation and his hunger would lead to a tumultuous battle within his gut. As the minutes ticked by, he started to feel an uncomfortable gurgling sensation.
“Mmh...” Chojuro pressed his hand against his stomach as he worked.
At first, Chojuro winced at the unpleasant noises echoing from his belly, but to his surprise, he discovered a strange pleasure in the pain. The loud, rumbling sounds resonated through his body, creating a unique sensation that he found strangely captivating. Each gurgle sent shivers down his spine, making him blush and moan softly.
The intensity of the sensations only increased, and Chojuro found himself unable to resist the pleasurable torment. His breath grew heavy as he clutched his belly, his face turning cross-eyed with a mixture of discomfort and delight. The pain and pleasure intertwined, pushing him further into a state of blissful agony.
Realizing he couldn't endure this euphoric suffering in the open, Chojuro stumbled towards his office, clutching his belly tightly. With each step, his moans grew louder, mingling with the sound of his stomach's rebellious symphony. He closed the door behind him, desperate to hide his embarrassing predicament from prying eyes.
Alone in the sanctity of his office, Chojuro continued to writhe in pleasure as the bellyache persisted. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his breathing became labored. His once composed demeanor had given way to a disheveled mess, as he surrendered to the bizarre pleasure that consumed him.
“Aah.. Shit~...” Chojuro moaned as he touched himself. The sensation was so amazing and he loved it. He shook with pleasure, his heart pounding in his chest as his pants felt tight.
Chojuro gritted his teeth, a loud moan flying passed his lips as he came in his pants. He shivered as adrenaline and pleasure zapped through his nerves. He let out a shaky sigh and leaned back, biting his lip so hard that it bled.
Hours passed, and the intensity of the bellyache gradually subsided, leaving Chojuro both relieved and perplexed. He wondered if he had discovered a strange new masochistic side to himself, or if the combination of the soda and empty stomach had created an unforeseen reaction. Regardless, he vowed never to repeat the experience, for the pleasure it brought was too tumultuous and distracting for a shinobi of his caliber.
With a sigh of relief, Chojuro regained his composure, straightened his clothing, and opened the door to his office. The village bustled with its usual activity, oblivious to the internal struggle he had faced. He stepped out, determined to carry on with his duties as the Mizukage, leaving behind the memory of his bellyache-induced ecstasy.
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tummyobsessed · 3 months
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A more detailed explanation would be ummm….very nice *kisses your cheek* 🐄
Well... it's really bubbly deep in the middle of my gut, which I suspect is the cause of the loud, angry gurgles. There's a hot, almost liquid feeling rushing through the bottom of my belly (which isn't helping the mindless bucking) and the top of my stomach is frothing and I have to keep swallowing to keep it down. And on top of all this, there's an evergrowing pressure down there.
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whackmewithwhump · 13 days
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might not do it, just seeing if there’s any interest in case i have a whim (which i currently do lol but it may pass)
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a dumb fat puppy boy on all fours with a pink collar and leash around his neck, his swollen belly sloshing under him with each step. he gobbled out of his food dish on the floor, and poor puppy had one too many treats. your obedient puppy has become sluggish. sit. stay. rollover. puppy lies on his back and looks up at you through his eyelashes, giving his signature puppy dog eyes. he can’t roll himself over, and each time he tries his belly sloshes and gurgles with the movement. you’re feeling forgiving and start rubbing puppy’s upset belly as he pants with his tongue out.
who’s a good boy?
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slay-ers · 1 month
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you look so cute sitting there with your pants and tummy straining to hold everything I've put in it, poor baby do you need me to rub your tummy?
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aching-tummies · 8 months
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Milk Tummy
Woke up and decided to be extremely mean to my poor tummy. I chugged about 2 cups of 2% milk first thing in the morning. Bear in mind, we pretty much never have milk in the house and the main source of milk/dairy in my normal life is the tablespoon or two found in coffee.
The stethoscope was an amazing investment. I put it on my belly along my left side, just under my ribs, as I chugged the milk, swallowing in large gulps. It gurgled the whole way into my stomach. I kneaded into my belly for a few minutes, trying to kickstart my digestive organs--just woke up and all that--I heard the most amazing, liquidly gurgles as well as felt the milk begin to leave my stomach-organ in waves--going down where it's sure to wreak havoc.
I'm almost certainly going to regret this within the hour as my intestines cramp horribly. I don't think I can even remember if there was a time when I had this much milk in my system this quickly.
Send me some inspiration? What would you do to my milkly belly as it cramps horribly, churning up with milk that's guaranteed to curdle and upset the works? I'm not exactly lactose-intolerant or anything (at least, I don't think so)…but milk in quantities more than a tablespoon or two usually results in nasty cramps in my intestines--the kind that feel like they're tied in knots and tightening.
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tummmyache · 1 year
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Hi Everyone
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I am new here :) wanted to find a place where I can meet people with tummy ache kinks, like me. I'm a bit shy to post videos yet but maybe we can DM?
look forward to meeting you guys :)
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angeytummys · 2 years
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“Aw baby.... your poor belly must be struggling so hard trying to digest everything...”
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tummyobsessed · 29 days
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Since we're giving suggestions have you ever tried castor oil? I've heard that taking it has a laxative effect.
I actually do have castor oil but I've only ever used it as a hair treatment.
I'm open to trying though... my poor belly is so upset that I often find myself curled up around my belly on the toilet trying to pass anything, even just some gas to relieve the bloating.
How much would I take? What are the side effects?
Belly kink tumblr, help me out?
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angelcakegf · 2 months
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Can't stop thinking about a cute boy stuffed to the brim after a huge meal, looking up at me with teary puppy dog eyes as he lays on his back holding his poor swollen tummy and whimpering "I ate too much, it hurts...."
I immediately sit beside him to comfort him, petting his hair and peppering him with kisses as I soothe him with reassuring coos and rub his tight, tender stomach. He moans, maybe lets out some burps and hiccups mixed with whines of discomfort, but my touch and care feels so good that he can't help but snuggle up closer to me. He knows he'll be pampered for the rest of the day 💞
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boytumms · 1 month
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Found the old pocket boy art I was talking about in this post!!! Wow, I drew this all the way back in 2019…
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belicioustummy · 3 months
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coping with a sick stomach by imagining willow getting doted on by friends when she’s feelin gross. tummy rubs are a little much for him when it’s not a case of simply eating a lot, so they set her up with a heating pad and a warm mug of tea and wrap him up in a soft blanket
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