It’s one of those days: I skipped breakfast and put off lunch, only to cause troubles in my tummy.
For starters, I’m sure I ate too much. That’s to be expected, since I skipped meals. I grew up in a family where I was urged to finish all my food, so when I order too much food because I’m hungry and overestimating how much I will eat, I’m guaranteed to eat too much food.
I got a big, triple-decker burger with avocado, large fries, large onion rings, a large milkshake, a large soda pop, and three fried fruit pies. I’m not a big girl, so that was way too much food for my little belly.
I was only halfway through when I knew it was going to be too much food, but I dutifully continued to clean my plate until it was all gone. (Thanks, mom! I hope I saved some starving children in Africa with this tummy ache, though I still don’t see how that works.)
Now I’m typing slowly because I just can’t take my hand off my stomach. I’ve got my left hand resting on the mound of food that’s making the top of my stomach dome out from being so full. I’m feeling sick because I’m too full and I’m feeling turned on because of the way the curve of my stomach fits against the palm of my curved hand. I’m putting just the slightest bit of pressure on my stuffed tummy because somehow I feel less sick with my stomach surrounded by parts of my body on all sides, supported and pressed in.
But…you know what? I paused in writing this to really get a good feel for how my stomach feels and I started rocking my hand a little bit, first pressing harder with the thumb side of my hand and then letting up and pressing harder with the pinky edge of my hand. Rocking my hand steadily: top, bottom, top, bottom, until I realized it feels like the rocking of a boat. I am beginning to make myself a little sea sick.
Just now I closed my eyes and focused on the rocking, while imagining I am on a boat in stormy seas and the waves are sloshing my too-full tummy up and down, up and down, rhythmic sickening.
I am so turned on by this!
Meanwhile, a crampy gut-ache is building up below deck and I think the bilge is gonna blow before too long. My body is not used to such fat-rich food and this tummy ache is going to be a sitting-on-the-toilet ache before too long. I already have a barf bag handy, in case my body decides to blow out both ends at once – a messy and embarassing ending to lunch. A post-meal belly flop that is all too familiar for me.
It starts like this: too stuffed, queasy, achy. Rubbing my stomach, hissing air in between my teeth from sharp gut cramps. My entire midsection tormenting me. I am already there, dear reader!
I have some work I need to do this afternoon, but it will have to wait. I’ve got a bellyache and diarrhea cramps and they are not going away until my body empties some of the food I have insulted it with. Maybe after I come a few times, though. I feel miserable and if you’ve been reading me very long at all, you know how turned on belly misery makes me.
So if you’re thinking of me at all, imagine me rubbing out orgasm after orgasm while my greasy belly churns and riots, then rushing to the bathroom for the sensation of sloppy food in all states of digestion pouring out of my ass and mouth while I squirm and groan. This is going to be a good one!