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It starts with lunch. Whilst eating your leftover Chinese food you feel yourself swallow a fair bit of air as you quickly devour your food. You have a meeting you can’t be late for. You feel the air form a small bubble in you belly. No big deal, you’ll deal with it. Except when you finish your food you just can’t bring up a burp. You give your tummy an encouraging rub and push into where you can feel the bubble, but nothing moves. You don’t have time to work at it, so you leave it be and go to your meeting.

As the meeting goes on that small bubble begins growing. The grease from the left overs adding more gas as it works its way through your stomach into your intestines. The bubble expands, slowly at first. It’s a mild annoyance, not painful just a little uncomfortable. You try your best to encourage a silent discreet burp up, but nothing comes of it.

You’ve been in the meeting an hour now. Your digestion has sped up and it’s producing more gas. The bubble is big enough now that you’re stomach has become uncomfortable and feels bloated, though it’s not visible through your blouse yet. You pick up a folder and pretend to read the information, but in reality you’re using it to hide your hand as it sneaks up to your belly and gives it slow, gentle rubs. You don’t aim to release the gas now, knowing it would not be discreet as it would have been earlier. Your tummy rumbles quietly as you feel the gas moving within you. Some of it begins to sink lower into your gut, moving down into you intestines as if you’re stomach itself was too full for it.

Another hour later and your meeting ends. You’re in pain now. The gas has continued to form and build up in your poor belly, and your intestines feel full of air too. You suck your tummy in as you stand to leave the room, because when you relax it pushes hard against your blouse, pushing the buttons so that small amounts of taught flesh can be seen. You walk, practically waddle, out as fast as you can and seek refuge in the toilets. You are alone as you relax your muscles. You belly pushes out, further and further until it is as tight as it can go against your shirt. Your well fitting pants are now cutting deeply into your gut. You pop the button and the zipper undoes itself, and then undo a few of the buttons in your shirt. You groan at the small relief it offers you as your belly expands further, relieved to have more room to spread. However the relief is short lived as more gas fills you up, your skin becoming pulled as tight as it will go. You place your hands on either side of your distended tummy, pressing hard and rubbing with vigour, you need the gas gone. Your stomach cramps and constricts, but nothing comes out. The gas is well and truly trapped within you. You moan, groan and writhe in pain as your belly pushes out even more. You can barely move without your gut becoming excruciatingly painful.

Someone else enters the bathroom. You hold in your pained noises as they enter the stall by yours. You hold your belly as tight as you can, rubbing and rubbing to ease the agony. The chain flushes and the occupier moves to the sink. And then your belly can’t take it anymore. A loud gurgle begins in your intestines. It gains traction and gets louder, gurgling and squelching as it makes its way into your stomach. Your try and rub it back down, but the pressure is so intense that it practically pushes your hand away from your poor tummy as it makes its escape up your throat. The tap turns off and the bathroom becomes silent as the person finally leaves. Your belly lets out one last sickly noise then

BRAARPPPURPPPERRPPPGRUPPPBURPPPPPPP

The burp lasts for what feels like a lifetime, and you can’t help the huge groan of relief that follows as the pain and tightness of your swollen gut eases a little. But now you’ve started you can’t stop. Burp after burp escapes your lips and you massage your upper belly with intense pushes and circular rubs. The pain in your belly begins to subside and you collapse in sheer relief against the back of the toilet, panting. You run your hand over your belly, assessing its state. Your stomach is less swollen than before, and the feeling of fullness in your upper stomach has subsided greatly. Relief strikes you momentarily, but then a low, sickly growl escapes your intestines.

You look down, moving your hands further down your abdomen. Your lower belly is still hugely distended, your surprised you hadn’t known, but the relief given by the burps had surpassed all other feelings at the time. You run your hand across the bloated mess of your belly slowly but firmly. Your belly rumbles and groans and churns beneath your hands, gas bubbles moving through grease filled food. Though less painful than before, your gut still aches with pressures, and the sickly noises being emitted alert you to the fact you’re belly is not just gassy, but pretty upset too. You give your belly one last firm rub, causing another burp followed by more sickly groans, before deciding it was time to head home and take care of your sick gut. Placing both feet flat on the floor you stand up, ready to leave. But your tummy has different ideas.

The minute you stand up, the movement shakes your tender tummy and gravity takes a hold of its contents. You feel the greasy waste quickly move through your gut as an intense cramp hit. You bend over in severe pain as cramp after cramp hit you. You push your palms hard into your belly in a desperate attempt to ease them, but nothing is helping. Then you become aware of the gurgling, intense, wet, sloshing grumbles that travel with the intensifying cramps and building abdominal pressure. And you realise you need to go. Now.

You quickly slam your bum back onto the toilet seat, had you not been feeling so sick you would have been graterful for the fact you had yet to pull up your pants. You bare down hard, eager for relief, but despite the overwhelming feeling of needing to go, nothing does. You groan, the cramps and pressure bloating your belly to its limit, and your tummy continues to groan too. As the next cramp hits, you force your hands as hard as you can into you gut, pushing and palpating your distended belly to the point you’re sure you will be bruised in the morning. But it does the trick. After a loud, wet fart, your bowels open and the acidic waterfall splashed into the toilet. Each cramp you push harder, groaning and moaning at your belly to empty itself and relieve you of the pain.

This continues for over half an hour, with small breaks between waves of putrid diarrhoea which were filled with huge farts as all of the grease and gas make their way out, before finally it stops.You’re panting hard, still massaging your belly which is aching in a new way now. The ache of a belly that’s been stretched to its limits and then subjected to horrific cramps. The kind of ache where your tummy let’s you know it’s been through too much for one day. It’s sickly groans are now reduced to whines and gurgles, and though still bloated your gut is half the size it was half an hour before.

Deciding you’re done, you clean yourself up, moving slowly and gently to avoid inflicting your poor sick tummy with any more pain. You pull up your pants. If you were at home you’d leave them undone along with your blouse, but you have an office full of people to walk through, so you gingerly pull together the button. It just about does up, as does this zipper. Your pants feels tight and constrictive, not as tight as before but the pressure still causes your tummy to groan and another fart escaped. Giving your belly a short rub to ease it, you then move onto the blouse buttons, which do up but the blouse is much tighter than normal. You take a slow deep breathe, leave the stall and wash your hands. Walking even that short distance jostles your unhappy belly, and a small cramp spreads across your gut. You place your hand over your belly protectively, massaging out the cramp, before heading out of the toilets.

After a brief conversation with your boss about feeling sick to your stomach, you find yourself free to leave and walk to your car. By the time you get there, all the walking has aggravated you gut again and the cramps are intensifying. You let out a sickly burp and wrap your arms round your belly, rocking back and forth whilst the cramps hit you like a ton of bricks. You wait until a small break in the pain allows you to drive home, where you spend the rest of your day on the toilet with a very sick stomach, wishing you had someone to be there to rub it for you.

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"I can't," Lucas groaned, resting his forehead to the table and wrapping his arms around his stomach, "I'm done."

"No, you're not," Vince pushed the fries his way, looking stuffed himself, but still dutifully munching on his fifth burger, "c'mon, Luke, you know how it is."

He did know how it was. At the current weight category he was sitting at - and Vince too - by the time the next season started, they'd be flung around like ragdolls. They didn't stand a chance.

Lucas nodded, grabbing a handful of fries and bringing it to his mouth, not even bothering to muffle the burp that snuck out as he stuffed his face.

They were sitting at Alfredo's Stopover, a greasy diner with super cheap meals and free refills for their drinks, that was a common stop for the football team and known as simply "Fredo's". Their town wasn't that big to begin with, so they actually got a discount there, Alfredo himself being in his late 60's and whose three sons had been a part of the football team when they were in college.

Pleasantries and manners were wasted in Fredo's.

Vince groaned, patting his stomach and rubbing on the side, working up a large burp. Large enough it startled Lucas, causing him to jump and hiccup.

"Don't do that, you're gonna making me hurl," he groaned, kicking his friend under the table and then wincing when the movement only caused his stomach to churn harder. He was stuffed. Between the two of them they had cleaned up more than twelve full burgers - real stuff, not those tiny things McDonalds' served - five extra large coke cups and three large fries portions.

It was their first cheat day in the new bulking season and at first Lucas had been excited about having greasy fast food instead of ultra healthy protein shakes. It was no longer the case, though.

Vince groaned again, shifting on his seat and then massaging his left side. He had removed the stitches a while ago, but clearly it was still sore when his stomach was stretched like that, "I'm so fucking full..."

"You're bigger than me," Lucas mumbled, eyeing the remaining fries with disgust, "so you can imagine how I feel."

"Uhm," Vin answered, struggling to take a deep breath, "can my stomach burst? Feels like it's going to burst."

Lucas chuckled at the imagery, only for his stomach to jump to his throat. He pressed his fist to his mouth, breathing through the hot nausea pooling on top of his belly and swallowing the fries that tried to come up back down.

"Luke?"

"I'm actually done," he decided, giving up on the last handful of fries, "if I eat another bite I'm gonna barf."

"Pussy," Vince scoffed, reaching over and grabbing the last fries, eating it all in one bite. He thumped his chest, bringing up another burp and then stretched on the booth, spreading his legs apart, "okay, I need a minute for this to settle."

Lucas didn't bother answering, he was feeling too sick to even try and make conversation. The fact that he'd have to eat again in three hours was enough to make his stomach hurt.

Across from him, Vince was pressing on his stuffed stomach, working up a string of unashamed burps and Luke grimaced. He was packed so full, if he burped he was going to hurl.

He leaned back too and tugged at the elastic of his pants, rolling it down and causing Vin to snort in an amused way, "you look pregnant, Luke."

Lucas opened a pained smile, planting a hand on the curve of his belly and holding it, as if he could relieve some of it's weight with his hands alone. Vince belched again, undoing the cords of his own sweatpants and loosening the whole thing up, before tying the silliest bow over his bloated stomach.

They stayed quiet for the longest time, Vince burping up a ton, while Lucas swallowed his food back down, here and there letting out the tiniest of burps, getting no relief from it.

"time for dessert, boys?" Alfredo, the sixties aged owner, stepped to their table, looking terribly entertained, "banana splitz for you both?"

"Jeez, Fredo, you're trying to kill me?" Lucas groaned, elbows planted on the table and staring at his lap, "I really can't eat another bite, I'm sorry."

"Nonsense," Alfredo scoffed, thumping his back in a friendly manner and dislodging a burp, that had Lucas whimpering and swallowing the overly sweet spit that flooded his mouth. He was a short man, with a large gut and curly white hair, "what about you, Vincenzo?"

"Not banana splitz," Vince groaned, muffling a burp on his hand and mumbling, "excuse me... I have that milk bullshit, remember?"

"Oh yes, yes," Alfredo frowned, while Lucas let out a nauseous groan and let out a small, wet belch, "pie then?"

"Uhm..." Vince grimaced, fingers digging on his stomach, "to go? Do you have pumpkin?"

"Alright, to go and pumpkin..." The old man turned to look at Lucas, "you're a little green, son..."

"Yeah, I overdid it," Lucas sighed, resting his forehead to the table, "sorry, Fredo, but no dessert for me."

"It's okay, son, another night," he said cheerfully, messing Lucas' hair and then turned around, "should I call you two a cab?"

"No, I drove us here..." Lucas groaned, although there was no way he was driving out of there, "Vin?"

"I got him, Fredo, don't worry," Vince said, his voice a little strained as he massaged his chest, since a burp had gotten stuck.

Lucas looked up, swallowing the salty spit and making a face, "can't believe you can fit a pie, Vin."

"Not now, it's for later tonight," Vince sighed, then took in a deep breath, working up a satisfying burp. Lucas gagged as he smelt the burgers all over again and ducked his head, swallowing convulsively.

"Luke?" Vince called over his head, "man, don't barf, otherwise you'll just have to make up for it tomorrow..."

"I know," Luke's voice was thick with sickness, "not gonna barf..." he wasn't so sure of it, but he was not going to be sick in Fredo's nice little dinner and cause a mess for other's to clean.

"Okay," Vince said, unsure, "let me know when you're ready to get in the car."

It took him a handful of minutes, time enough for Alfredo to return with Vince's to-go box and to pay for their meal. Finally, finally, as Vince was mindlessly nibbling away at his pumpkin pie, not feeling well enough to eat it or bad enough to put it away, Luke straightened up and cupped his mouth, letting out a deep, long belch.

"Uhm," he groaned, swallowing the sick taste back down, "okay, we can go."

Vince squinted at him, then gestured for the waiter, "Liz, can you get me a bag, please?"

Lucas couldn't even be offended, he wasn't feeling well at all. He waited until Liz came back with an empty bag and Vince took it, along with his pie, getting up with a grunt and staggering as his gravity center shifted.

"C'mere, let me help you up," Vin sighed, offering a hand to Lucas and pulling him to his feet, "try not to toss your cookies, please."

"Doing my best," Luke mumbled, getting up and basically collapsing against Vince. He muffled a burp against his best friend's shoulder and shuddered, a shiver running down his spine, "let's go."

Once they arrived to the car, Vince got in the driver's seat and threw him the bag, "keep it close, just in case."

Luke nodded, lowering his window and breathing in deeply. His stomach was churning something awful, feeling hot and bubbly. Every time he moved, he could feel his meal at the base of his throat. His pants were squeezing him, despite the fact he had pushed them down already.

Vince wasn't even attempting to talk, he was rubbing his own stomach with the hand not on the steering wheel and burping quietly, occasionally glancing his friend's way.

Lucas leaned back, closing his eyes as he felt his stomach churn again. His belly let out a sad, loud whine and Vince whistled, "that sounded nasty."

"It's so fucking upset," Luke nodded, rubbing his belly in circles. It was taut and warm to the touch. The smallest amount of pressure caused a gurgle to sneak up and he rushed to cup his mouth, thinking he was going to be sick, but it was just a wet belch.

"Lucas, use the bag," Vin poked his thigh, "c'mon, man-"

"Not gonna hurl," he mumbled, but opened the bag and hovered over it, spitting the nasty salty saliva, "not gonna lie..." he burped again, "kinda happy this is the last football season."

Vince let out a hum, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, "I guess..." he didn't sound sad or happy, just pensive about it, "we don't have to stop playing together, right?"

"Of course not," Lucas said, then spat again, letting out a moan, "Vin, I feel disgusting."

"Do you need me to pull over?"

"I don't wanna be sick," Luke shook his head, swallowing in a bunch of times, "I can't waste the calories."

"Okay, try leaning back," Vince said, then shifted on the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel with his left hand instead of the right one. Then with his free hand he pushed Luke's shirt up and planted the large palm of his hand over the bloated belly, "try burping."

"Are you rubbing my gut?" Luke frowned, thumping on his chest to get an airy burp out. Vince shrugged, wincing when that caused his own stomach to complain.

"Wendy does that for me and it helps a lot."

"No, I know it helps." Lucas said, belching again and leaning his head closer to the window, so the wind could dissipate the horrible smell of his dinner, "it's just you doing it, that's all."

Vince paused the rubbing, raising his eyebrows, "I can stop?"

"No," Lucas groaned, pressing his hand back down, "no, it's fine. It's helping a little."

And it was helping. At least the burps were coming up a little easier, although the smell and the act of burping was making him feel clammy and nauseous. He groaned as Vince hit a pothole on the road and caused his dinner to jump to his mouth. Lucas belched, wetly, and leaned over the bag, being attacked by a gagging fit.

Faintly he heard Vince apologizing and removing his hand, so he could rub his back instead and Luke moaned, spitting again, but not puking, "...fuck me," he whined, "that felt nasty."

"I'm sorry, I'm gonna watch the road," Vin sounded like he had accidentally dropped his favorite sandwich. The mental image caused Lucas to groan and burp again, spitting another mouthful of thick saliva that he knew if he swallowed back down was going to be a huge mistake.

Finally he saw Vince turn the corner of his street, passing by the decoration store they used as landmark. He was so close, he could cry.

Bell's car was parked on the front and the living room lights were on, bleeding out of the closed curtains. Lucas groaned as he realized he'd have to get up, "ugh, thanks for the ride, Vin... Keep the car, I can stop by your work tomorrow to pick it up."

"You sure?" Vince frowned, "I can get an uber home, it's okay. The dorms aren't far-"

"Nah, it's fine," Lucas sighed, rubbing his face and tugging his pants back up, "see you tomorrow for lunch...?" he belched sickly at the idea and Vince opened an amused smile.

"Don't forget to set up the alarm for your 3 AM shake."

Lucas gagged at the thought, "kill me."

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Some time ago me and my friends used to go to this buffet near my house every weekend; this was back when I was super skinny, way before my stomach was all stretched out so I could barely get through two modest plates before my stomach was literally bulging to the point where I had to unbutton my pants. And i always pushed myself further because I just couldn’t leave until I choked down a big bowl of ice cream to top off the meal

By the time we left I’d be totally glutted every single time to the point where I could barely walk. As soon as I got in the car I was moaning and gasping as I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and pushed them off my hips and the waistband of my panties under my stomach so my absolutely huge gut had room to spread out on top of my thighs. I was always so full I couldn’t even talk, all I could do was lean against the window and moan as I rubbed my pregnant-looking stomach. The most I could do otherwise was try to free up some room by letting out wet, super stuffed belches but I hardly had any gas to burp up so most of the time I was just straining my belly and throat in desperation to feel better and not managing to get anything up

“You better not throw up in my car” was something I heard every time and while I never did throw up, it was a close thing every time. I wouldn’t start feeling better for hours until my bloat shifted down into my intestines and I could breathe again. Except digesting all that food meant breaking it down into dense, thick shit and gas pockets that just filled me up in a different way. While we walked around the mall or any of the other weekend stuff we did, I’d go from stuffed with food to stuffed with shit and farting nonstop, moving the contents of my bowels along until I couldn’t hold it anymore and had to excuse myself to a public bathroom to empty out

Often one of the others would come too and while I was shitting my brains out I’d hear them grunting quietly and squeezing out sickly little farts that indicated I wasn’t the only one with a tummy ache. Sometimes all I’d hear is that little uhh when they’d give a single push and then loud crackles as urgent ropes of shit immediately filled the toilet bowl under them without any more pushing necessary

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My belly is so bloated and uncomfortable rn. Need someone to come and rub it for me

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They moan and press their hands to either side of their ballooning belly.

They had all you can eat sushi for dinner and had filled them-self to the max with spicy meat, rice, veggies, fish and various tempura. They had been so full upon returning home but a little later made some popcorn to munch on as well.

They really shouldn’t have, their belly was bloated as it was but they want a to crunch and snack something while they watched YouTube. One hand had pressed involuntary to their tummy as the shoveled popcorn into their mouth mindlessly. Their belly had bloated further, turning from uncomfortable to sore very slowly. The hiccups that hit the about halfway through the bowl were the only thing to stop them eating more.

“Hic! Ohh!” They gasped startled before the next hiccup hit. Both hands pressed firmly against their belly now and they hiccuped again, over and over. Their belly felt like an uncomfortably large beach ball, jiggling uncomfortably as the hiccups continued. They let out small burps in an attempt to get rid of the hiccups but it was not working. They moaned, they belly had become round and firm with bloating, food and gas.

They were now paying for the carbs and expanding treats that were now bloating their belly painfully. Shallow burps and shallower hiccups kept erupting as they rubbed the dome of their protruding, bloated belly.

“Urp-uuurp, hicc! Ohh!” They groaned holding their belly and wincing with pain. They tried to hold their breath all the while gasping their belly, only to hiccup once more.

They double over then lay down, rolling to their side. Their belly rumbles and they let out another small, unsatisfactory burp, squeeze their eyes shut and feeling an unpleasant heat in their throat.

Their belly burns as well, too warm, too bloated and too upset. It is not going to be a good night

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I'm thinking about someone, they know they're into this kink but haven't done a challenge before. So they look up a few things to get their belly going, and come across a few good ideas. Over a weekend, they commit to a few.

First, they try coke and mentos. They drink around 500ml of coke and are trying hard not to burp. The swallowing the mentos is challenging, but they slowly swallow around 6 mentos, then drink more coke, followed by a few more mentos. They're burping uncontrollably, one had on their stomach as they try and fail to hold it in. Their belly pokes out a little, but the burps soon end up deflating, faster than they would have liked.

Rubbing their belly and feeling like more of a challenge, they open up a bag of sugar free gummy bears. They had read a lot about these, how they would make you so gassy and give you terrible toilet trouble. They chewed around ten of the bears, but after feeling nothing for 10 minutes decided the whole bag would go and quicky chewed/swallowed around 20 more bears. According to the bag, which encouragingly said 'excessive consumption may cause laxative effect', they'd had about 5 servings.

After another disappointing 15 minutes their patience was wearing thin. They wanted an upset belly, and fast. They felt a little full, but chalked that up to eating 30 gummy bears and a litre of coke. To really stretch their poor tummy, it was banana and sprite time.

They peeled two bananas and ate one, before swigging a half a small bottle of sprite. They then ate the second banana and finished the sprite, holding their swelling belly as they did. They also added more coke yo the mix, so there was in total about 2 litres of soda, some mentos, 2 bananas and 30 sugar free gummies in their belly. It was swelling up now, the banana and soda mix filling their stomach. Lower down, the gummy bears were taking affect and causing gas in their intestines.

Feeling a tight belly, they lay down in bed to rub their poor stomach. It gurgled as they put pressure on with their hand, moving things around. Gas increased and they started to burp, but even that couldn't quell the storm in their guts. Their tummy was bloating and they felt so full, with gurgling almost constant inside them. About 2 hours after eating the gummies, they felt a cramp. They lay in bed, trying to hold it all in, clutching their bloated belly and groaning in pain and pleasure.

10 minutes later, they're on the toilet, letting it all out. They've a long night ahead of them, with their belly squelching and squirming. But it's an experience they know they're going to repeat 😍

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Hear me out but as someone who has a bit of a secret obsession with tummies and stomachaches, why is there soooo many different words that can be used?

Other body parts is like, a leg’s a leg, and foot’s a foot etc etc... now personally I tend to use the word “abdomen” when speaking because just the words make me uncomfortable because of my kink, but if I’m feeling extra horny then sometimes I’ll drop a risky “stomach” here and there.

But! There are more! Observe; stomach, belly, tummy etc etc.. all have their different connotations attached. I love when a sick character is very much serious and maybe a bit embarrassed saying their stomach hurts, but when that stomachache starts to break their emotional barriers down a little more and they can be heard of complaining about their “tummy ache”... well that shit just hits me on a whole new level 💦

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ouchie,,, also I might consider taking some tummy related requests if u have any :3

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oh damn, i love these.

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© Sekai-ichi Hatsukoi Episode 1

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/// stomach noises, upset stomach, comfort ///

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Takeout 🥡

Belly rubs always help♡ Upset belly or not☆☆☆

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ouch…so bloated…

❤️‍🩹

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New series coming as of when I have time to write: A very rich man who hires willing individuals to come into his secret stomach ache kink room and inflict them with belly aches of different kinds for his own pleasure. Scenarios will be in alphabetical order, so eventually there'll be 26 kink stories in this series... I say eventually because we all know I'm about as reliable as a chocolate teapot, but the ideas are floating around so hoping to have the first one up by the weekend! I have my "A" story idea pretty much planned (it'll be called Apples and Air, do with that what you will for now) but any inspiration for the other 26 letters would be great!

#belly kink #belly kink writing #tummy ache #stomach ache kink #belly stuffing #bloated belly

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Story Time

 My Sugar Free Gummy Bears experience

So if you’ve been on the internet for a while you’ve likely heard of about sugar free gummy bears and the horrors that they cause. I like many others, I read the reviews thinking how bad could it really be, I mean, they’re candy. All the reviews I read told stories of dramatic diarrhea, stomachs speaking to them in German, and important moments in life ending with them in a cold sweat while shitting away their evening. So having been born with a lack of self-preservation skills, and a curiosity that could kill the cat, I conducted a little experiment.

Now in the interest of full disclosure I have a few friends who are equally curious. However they were not as dumb as me to try eating sugar free gummies to see what happens. They were there keeping note of how many gummy bears I ate, documenting my experience, and my overall reaction - very scientific, I know. So I began eating the gummy bears around 8 PM that fateful day. In order to stay as true to the other stories as possible I passively ate the gummy bears while watching tv. Over the course of an hour apparently I ate around 90 of those hate beans, that is roughly equal to two standard sized bags. (17 pieces per serving 3ish servings per bag)

By the time everything started to hit me I realized the horrible mistake I had made. The stories never mentioned how many gummies people were eating to simply end up with diarrhea, and I just consumed a large amount of gummy bears, while still technically not being unreasonable. For me it started with bloating, and my stomach hurt, like it was a balloon about to pop. I was so bloated even my friends began to notice. I was swaying like a pregnant lady about to give birth to the anti-christ. I was starting to realize I would soon be changed forever. I tried to use the bathroom many times in the hopes that it would all start and I could just shit away this horrible experience. However my anti-christ baby was getting heavier and nothing was coming. After one failed trip to the bathroom I curled up in the fetal position begging for any relief I could get. I questioned every life choice that brought me to this point, and my friends were just as remorseful. It was at this point I started praying for the sweet relief of diarrhea.

Sadly, that relief never came. In all the stories I had ever read, I never heard of an experience like mine. I was ill prepared. Most people talk about sitting on the porcelain throne after snacking gone wrong and describe molten lava burning them from the inside out. I would have preferred that. I made a fundamental miscalculation about the human body. The digestive tract has two ends. 

Instead of horrifying molten diarrhea, I got to vomit my soul out, and apparently my soul was made of tar. My body struggled to expel the evils within: it was like the worst combination of jello and rubber cement born in the fires of Mordor, and chilled in Satan’s refrigerator (and apparently Satan’s refrigerator was located in my throat). The horrifying substance plopped into toilet, judging me, barely digested. I was starting to wonder if I should call someone…a doctor? No. A priest? Maybe. I was already bidding farewell to any grandchildren I might have.  As I was staring into the bowl I couldn’t help but feel a little like Linda Blair.

I was there for hours staring, praying to every god I knew, hoping one of them would cast out the demons within, but alas there was only one way to cleanse my soul. No matter how much I gave it wasn’t enough for the porcelain gods. My collar bones ached, my ribs hurt, and my pride had left the building. I don’t recall sleeping that night, I saw the sun rise for the first time in ages. I might have cried a little (and for those that know me I don’t cry for much). After hours of vomiting, the evil had left the building, leaving me scarred, tattered, and changed. 

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how is your poor tummy doing now?

Been Nauseous af all day, currently laying at home trying not to throw up 🤢