#tummyaches

[growsagain]

I posted a confession video to Patreon with the full, humiliating tale of my most embarrassing childhood moment… it involves farts, stomach gurgles, bloating and a lot of coke… with no burps, unlike the video which has quite a few since I drink a can of coke while I share my story!

🖤 https://www.patreon.com/gurglegoddess 🖤

#belly #bellies #burping #burp kink #gassy #bloated #farting #farts #gurgles #belly Gurgles #chubby #big tummy #stomachache #bellyache #tummyache #bellyaches #stomachaches #tummyaches

[kinkybabygirlsworld]

cute guys telling me they feel sick is my weakness ughh I just wanna give them a tums and rub their stomach and cuddle them tenderly

#tummyache #tummyaches #cuddles

[kiankiwi]

Ooh, here's another idea; you comforting little E and soothing him/helping him feel better when he has a tummy ache from eating too many fried PB, bacon and banana sandwiches?

You burst through the front door of Graceland after getting a call from your sister who was babysitting little E while having a song writing session of her own while you had been out shopping. The call had been a bit frantic and that concerned you because usually Elvis surprisingly didn't have any separation anxiety when it comes to you if you leave him with your sister. Elvis loved her.

But apparently he had been crying and screaming for mama because he over ate his favorite PB&B&B sandwiches again and because you know for a fact your sister spoiled him and let him have way too much again.

While on the call you couldn't hear your sister explaining very well because Elvis, with the volume he has was screaming for his mama so in the end you just asked if she would give the phone to E so you could see if that would help. \

"M-m-mama." He sobbed over the line. Your heart broke at his sobs and you didn't care how insane you looked, putting on your baby voice immediately in the middle of this department store. "Hi lovie. What's wrong?" Through Elvis's sobs you could make out him saying, "Mama, owie, it's owie." Hearing him in pain, you immediately left the store and fast walked it to the pink Cadillac. "What's owie baby?" You made sure speak low and slower than usual hoping your voice was the most comforting. He was talking to mama so that helped even just a little bit. "T-T-tummy mama. I's owie." You nod. "Did Thea let you eat too many sweets?"

You knew your sister couldn't resist those blue sleepy puppy eyes of his. "Nana mama." Elvis said pitifully. That clued you in that he had Mary prepare him a platter of his favorite signature Peanut butter, bacon and banana sandwiches. "Alright sweetheart, mama's on her way, mama will fix you up. How many did you have this time?" Silence on the line except for Elvis's dismal cries. "You can tell me baby, mama won't be mad."

It takes him a minute before he finally admits the answer. "Had three mama." Your eyes go round in a bit of shock. Of course he could put away three but you didn't expect him to eat that many in one go. You had underestimated him obviously and now he was going to be sick all night, thanks Thea.

So that's how you came to running home to your baby and bursting through the front door of Graceland to see your sister sitting on the couch with Elvis curled up, arms wrapped around his stomach and his head in her lap while she shushed his woeful cries and played with his hair like he likes and telling him mama will be home soon.

"What's going on?" You ask to announce your presence. Your sister smiles at you apologetically while Elvis just bursts into another round of tears. But this time they're from relief that his number one girl is here to comfort his aching tummy.

"Mama!" Elvis moans at you. You smile sadly. "What are we gonna do with you, sweet boy." As you sit on the other end of the couch, Elvis immediately switches from curling in Thea's lap to yours, of course wanting his mama. "I'm sorry." Your sister whispers. You nod, rubbing Elvis's back under his shirt. "This isn't the first time he's done this..." You turn your attention to Elvis who's playing with your fingers on your other hand trying to self soothe. "Huh baby? This isn't the first time you've eaten too much, hmm?" Elvis stays silent, his ears going rosy with a bit of embarrassment.

You sister lets herself out and Elvis stretches his long legs out on the couch, turning his face into you, groaning. "Mama ooooooowie." You nod. "Do you feel pukey baby? Because if you do we need to get far from this couch." You say, eyeing this horrible white couch. Why Elvis chose all white you had no idea. He was weird like that.

He groaned again, shaking his head, pulling your hand open so he can intently examine your wedding and engagement set of rings on your finger. "No, just 'urts." He mumbles. You don't understand why he's eyeing the rings when he picked them out himself and knew exactly what he gave you but you realize after a few minutes he's studying them so that he can focus on something else rather than the pain in his stomach. At least it calmed him down a bit and he's not actively sobbing anymore.

You stroke his hair, placing strands of it behind his ears. "How about this, we go upstairs, get a show on and mama will give you a tummy rub, how does that sound?" He nods, he knows you'll take care of him so anything you suggest he's down to do. "Mmhm." You rub his face affectionately as he looks up at you, loving that you're playing with his hair so much. If his stomach wasn't sore he would be in heaven. "Getting sleepy baby?" You ask. He just shrugs best he can while partially laying on you.

Laying in bed you dutifully become the big spoon so he can feel small. "C'mere you." You pull him back and curl your body around his, pulling his shirt up a little bit so that you have access to his stomach and start kneading your fingers into it, kissing his shoulder.

Elvis sighs into relief, finally closing his eyes. "Missed you." He murmurs. "I missed you too, but mama always comes back." "Yeah..." He whispers and eventually he falls to sleep, finally getting relief. Will he do this again? Probably. It's a cycle

*

I didn't know how to end this one and I probably went off on some tangents within this but I liked it. I hope you liked this one too <3

@mooodyblue @ellie-24

#littleelvispresley #littlespaceelvis #little!e #kiwiswriting #tummyaches

[mortimer]

ibuprofen please save me from the dragon

#tummyache and headache and need to get things done today. SIGH #m #glad this one resonated

[naomistares]

i love making those short tlt comics but i need another person who knows the books front to back to just fact check everything i draw beforehand😭 (person who only read the books one time only more than 3 years ago(i didn't read half of nona (john chapters) and i don't think i even read the ending))

#always feel like a fraud when someone points out sth inaccurate #guys every book i read took me abt 2 days each #i remember 40% of it all #i just remember vibes more #i don't strive for accuracy but maybe i should... #i always want to reread but when i do i get a tummyache immediately #i am very sensitive

[ministarfruit]

day 14: before you go ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

#minifemslashfeb2024 #vtuber #hololive #holocouncil #ik they're 'promise' now but that doesn't include sana #so I shall continue to use that tag #ouro kronii #tsukumo sana #i have tummyache :( #no funny tag today I am going to sleep #live laugh love yuri etc #spacetime

[sampilled]

he's so pretty when he's having the worst day in all recorded history <3

#me when i have a tummyache #sam winchester #supernatural screencaps

[jun-hug]

patches day⭐

#patches #patches fanart #patches dreams cat #valentines #it was actually yesterday but i had to go to the clinic (and i lived) (i had v interesting valentines) (i got bad tummyaches)

[sualne]

kiss you in aroace, and we're both boys.

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #trafalgar law #lawlu #my art #described in alt text #me drawing luffy in orange and law in blue because its the aroace flag: im so smart (its also the canon colors but shh). #i had forgotten i had made these. when surviving a tummyache that day. this is about like. i wanted to like. explore aroace&aroace #relationships and how you're more likely to be affectionnate among fellows aros and aces because youve made it clear theres no intentions #behind it. like man. imagine a beautiful world when no one has to feel like they cant hold or kiss their homies because it's seen as #inherently romantic or sexual. also im still trying to figure out how to draw kisses and this was a good opportunity to try again.

[anonymous-dentist]

Day Six - Hybrids | Cuddling

-

Roier finds out that Cellbit is a cat hybrid literal seconds after finding out that Cellbit used to be a serial killer, because, apparently, those two things are the most important secrets in Cellbit's life.

Cellbit's cute little straw hat is off for the first time all day, and his hair sticks to his forehead- sweaty from a day of partying with everybody else at the Favela.

Roier's breath catches because right there in front of him for the very first time are two cat ears the same color as Cellbit's hair. They're ragged, torn in some places and nicked and with small chunks missing, and they twitch nervously- pressing themselves down towards Cellbit's skull- as Roier doesn't say anything.

Cellbit wrings his hat in his hands and pointedly looks anywhere but at Roier.

"It's just... hard, you know?" he quietly asks. "I'm not in prison anymore, but old habits die hard, I guess."

And, really, Roier should be more concerned about the fact that his fiancé is a literal serial killer. That is, objectively, really fucking concerning. Like, what if he relapses or something and starts murdering the shit out of everybody on the island starting with Roier himself? That's stuff he should be concerned about, right?

But, for whatever reason, all Roier can think of is the fact that, every time he and Cellbit have met up, Cellbit has had his goggles on.

"Hey," Roier softly says.

He reaches out for Cellbit's hands, freezes inches away, lets out a breath and properly takes them. The hat falls to the floor, settling on Roier's feet; the goggles attached to it bump against Roier's leg, ever-present.

Cellbit's breath catches, and his hands instinctively grip Roier's tightly. His ears perk up in surprise- absolutely adorable, what the fuck?

His voice is reverent: "Guapito..."

"Gatinho," Roier warmly replies. He smiles as Cellbit's eyes dart up to meet his; now that Roier knows to look, he notices the way Cellbit's pupils are less round than they should be and more, well... catlike. "Muy lindo..."

Cellbit flushes and tears his eyes away, ears flattening again.

"That's the problem," he says. "I'm not cute. I'm a killer."

"Sí." Roier nods seriously. "But you know what else?"

"What?"

"That's fine. You don't have to be cute. You can just be handsome. And sexy."

Cellbit cracks a small smile at that, face going even more red.

He's beautiful. Roier can't believe that he gets to marry him. His hands are rough, and he's covered in scars, and he has the sweetest smile, and he has cat ears that automatically swivel towards Roier every time he speaks.

With a quiet little 'mrrp'-ing noise, Cellbit lets his head fall forward onto Roier's shoulder. The tips of his ears graze Roier's cheek just momentarily, and they're so soft that Roier's mind goes blank outside of thoughts of Gatinho Gatinho Gatinho Gatinho.

Roier is brought back to reality by a weird little rumbling sound that he realizes is purring.

"Eu te amo," Cellbit murmurs, voice distorted by his purring.

He's just so easy with the verbal stuff, Roier doesn't know how he does it. Just thinking about telling Cellbit he loves him is enough to make Roier's heart stop and his blood boil and freeze and his face flush and his stomach fall out of his ass and his lungs explode. It shuts his brain down, but Cellbit? He's so good at it! (And he says he doesn't know how romance works, tsk tsk.)

Roier, unable to verbalize the billions and trillions of words flying around in his heart, just presses a hesitant kiss into the crown of Cellbit's head and hopes that it gets his affections across. It should, because Cellbit already knows Roier better than Roier might know himself, but-

A bashful kiss against the side of Roier's neck.

Roier swoons, just barely catching himself from melting into a gooey little puddle on the floor. He's gotta look goofy, he can feel how wide and ridiculous his smile is, but who the hell cares?

"Do you have a tail, too?" he hears himself asking, mind a million miles away. He can just picture himself and Cellbit kissing at the altar- their first ever real kiss ever- and just the thought of it makes his knees weak.

"Mhmm," Cellbit responds. He yawns against Roier's throat. "But you'll have to wait until our honeymoon for that."

Oh, God, the implications of that... Cellbit isn't into sex, and that's cool, but they'll be sharing a bed. A bed!!

The thought of finally getting to sleep with Cellbit (in the proper way, of course) makes Roier giddy enough to giggle into thin air.

"It's a date!" he happily says.

(A week later when they're finally in bed together for the first time, Roier spends a solid fifteen minutes properly admiring his husband(!!!)'s hybrid features for the first time, much to Cellbit's embarrassment.

"You're ridiculous," Cellbit whines, face hidden in his hands as Roier gently scratches him between the ears. He might sound annoyed, but he's purring, and his tail has already wrapped around both of Roier's legs, and he keeps dragging Roier's hand back every time he tries pulling away, so there.

"Maybe," Roier admits. He moves two of Cellbit's fingers away to kiss his forehead. "But you love me, anyway."

Cellbit doesn't argue, because he does.)

#a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose. #decided this one gets to be short and sweet #cause i've had a tummyache all day and haven't been able to write

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Ok.. It’s been established that Sunny likes Chocolate kisses. What would happen if I give the little guy a whole bar???

*gives* Sorry moon, he may be up for a while with the sugerrush—

Oh my, he sure went through that bar quickly, didn't he?

#answered ask #fairy au #dca fairy au #fnaf daycare au #fnaf daycare attendant #ask the fairy twins #fnaf security breach #fnaf sun and moon #fnaf sun #fnaf sundrop #sundrop #sundrop fairy #fnaf moon #fnaf moondrop #moondrop #moondrop fairy #full color palette #sun's sweet tooth is bigger than his own body #he's never gotten a tummyache from too many sweets #moon was impressed at first #now he's just used to it

[somewhatidealname]

Where does the food springtrap eat go????? We can see him eat people and stuff but he can't eat????

remnants are a supernatural thing i don't know where their energy goes, but the gore of the victims get lodged in springtrap's machinery and i have to fucking hose him down every single time he kills someone

#ask #springtrap #fnaf #cw gore #jk but to give a more accurate hc #the gore gets stuck there til he either hacks it up or it dries and he just has to live with more rust than he already has #which ig is no different than usual. but lodged carnage causes stiff joints and overall discomfort in his jaw and chest #a tummyache. if you will

[turningtummyrubs]

new sickfic RP generator!

If you saw my last post, you know I created an AI sickfic RP generator using Character.AI. That one was restricted to a clinic setting. This new one I've made is more liberal. (I also think the quality of the writing is much better.)

You can write out your prompt as a sentence, but the AI will likely respond better to this format — Name: (insert name). Personality: (insert personality traits). Receptivity to help: (AKA how they'll react to you). Setting: (anything from bedroom to Antarctica). Source of pain: (indigestion, food poisoning, etc.). You can forgo any of these categories if you'd like.

Example convo (sorry for the blurriness):

Fun things to remember!

Swipe on the AI's generated response and it'll give you more potential replies!

The more you vote (stars at the bottom), the higher quality it'll grow to be!

If you insert a fictional character for the name, the AI should mimic the character (to an extent)!

Have fun!

#belly ache #tummyache #upset tummy #stomach ache #bellyache #belly rubs #sickfic #bloated stomach #bloated

[eructophile]

"my gut feels rotten" "I got such a sour stomach" "somethings not sitting right in my belly" "my tummy's being twisted in knots" "oh man, my stomach's really sore..." "sorry, I got the bubble guts right now" etc etc. 🥰😍🥰

#sour stomach and bubble guts r my faaaaavorites like thats so cuties.... #copernicium #gastric gabble #stomach ache #stomachache #stomach ache kink #stomachache kink #upset stomach #upset belly #tummyache #tummy troubles

[wizardnuke]

[exhibiting known symptoms of the disorder i have] why is this happening to me

#mental AND physical disorders. my god. #had a moment today. staring at my clearly dislocated finger. huh that kinda hurts wonder how that happened. #a billboard that says EHLERS DANLOS SYNDROME falls on my head and underneath it i complain that i have a tummyache #an 18 wheeler emblazoned with TAKE YOUR THYROID MEDICATION rolls over the billboard #finger is fine and wrapped im a pro. #'why do i keep forgetting' i complain. another billboard that says ADHD creaks ominously

[bellysoupset]

ok max request

i know you said he has a pretty sensitive stomach that gets irritated by a lot of things, so what about him overindulging on something that usually sits well, only for him to start feeling sick after (i also really enjoy burps 😳😳)

Here you go anon! Burpy Max with an upset stomach!

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"Okay, I want all of you gremlins sitting down right now!" Max exclaimed, jokingly glaring at the one kid still standing, "that includes you, Elliot. Sit your ass down."

The eight year old boy blushed and hurried to sit down and Max rolled his eyes, just as he saw Vince walking to the bus, with a kid draped all over him.

"Bus rules," Max raised a hand to start listing, "everyone wears a seat belt, no standing when the bus is moving. This includes when it just stopped in a red light. No sticking your heads out of the windows-" honestly, he hated the fact the windows weren't sealed shut, that always gave him anxiety after watching Hereditary - "no eating smelly things in the bus. If anyone feels sick, please call me up before you barf everywhere and I'll go get you so we can work this out. Ah, and use your inside voices, will you?"

He was pretty sure only 5% of what he had just said filtered through the kids. In truth, Max's favorite age to teach was teenagers, who actually listened, just opted for not doing what he asked sometimes. All he had to do was convince the older kids he was someone worth of listening, while the younger ones... They simply, plainly, didn't hear a word he said.

"Alright," Max sighed, turning around as Vince entered the bus, "nice of you to join us, Monacelli."

"We had an emergency pee break," Vince ignored him, not bothered in the least as he buckled in the six year old that was clinging to him, "you finished with the rules?"

"Yeah, we can go."

"Alright."

They were going on a field trip for the next town's science museum. It wasn't a long trip, only about 1 hour to get there, then they'd have a tour and a lunch break and come back before sunset. Still, these type of trips always made Max uneasy because so many things could go wrong surrounded by tiny, curious kids.

He settled down on his seat in the front, next to Monacelli. The other teacher was wearing a short sleeved polo, straining against his chest, and a baseball cap on top of his mop of black curls.

"You want anything?" Vince asked, not raising his eyes from his phone. Max sneaked a glance at the screen. The man was checking football scores, that made sense. He looked the type.

"No, just bored out of my mind," Max shrugged, glancing past his shoulder as the bus started to move and there was a general squeal, the volume increasing considerably. Field trips were never quiet.

Vince shrugged, ignored him and Max sat correctly in his seat, grabbing a bag of chips in his backpack. He stuffed a handful in his mouth, before tipping the bag in Monacelli's direction to wordlessly ask if he wanted any.

"Pass, thanks," Vince said, "still not feeling a 100% after the stomach bug from hell that you gave me."

Max snorted, rolling his eyes, "it's been ten days, get over it."

"Like you got over it?" The other man needled him and Max wrinkled his nose. In truth the flu had taken him out of commission for 4 whole days and when he finally managed to come back to the school, he had to take on some extra hours since Vince was down for the count.

And that was not even touching the fact he had to win his seniors all over again. Thankfully the bug had been harsh enough and he had a cemented enough position that he didn't become an immediate meme among the students, but that didn't mean they were cool with him again.

Max sulked, sliding down his seat a little more and continuing to eat. The chips were bland, because he wouldn't risk trying salt&vinegar during a field trip, since those always upset his stomach, and soon enough he finished up the whole bag, muffling a burp against his fist and crumpling the plastic.

Next to him, he watched as Vince took a sandwich from his bag and bit on it. Of course it was in homemade bread and huge. Max glared at the sandwich for such a long time, that Vince frowned and held it up for him.

"You want a bite? Or are you gonna hold me upside down by the ankles for my lunch money?"

Fuck this guy entirely, Max thought, scoffing, "I never did that."

"No, you just shoved me so hard from the monkey bars that I broke my arm," Vince rolled his eyes, "and for no reason too."

"I'm sure I had some reason," Max mumbled under his breath, even though he knew he really didn't. Twelve year old him had been a demon, smack right in the middle of his parents divorce and trying to get everyone's attention through whatever means he could.

Vince rolled his eyes, taking another bite and getting up from his seat to check on the kids.

The other teacher sighed, sliding further down his seat and crossing his arms to his chest, pissed off. He really didn't like remembering how much of a prick he once was, it burned a hole in his stomach.

Talking about his stomach... He could feel it pressing against his jeans, bloating up. He was the king of bloating, easily looking pregnant over any meal, but really? Over bland chips?

Another airy burp forced up and he blew it out under his breath, massaging his chest and cursing softly. It was like his body was adamant on humiliating him in front of Monacelli.

"We're probably almost there already," Vince said, startling Max, and causing him to sit up correctly. The other man slid in the small space between the front of the bus and Max' legs, so he could sit on the empty seat near the window, "no kid is carsick, we should count our stars."

"Uhm," Max nodded, scratching at his beard nervously and muffling yet another burp. He fidgeted on his seat, trying to find a comfortable position, "so why did you come back to Doveport? People don't come back here."

Vince shrugged, making a silly face to a kid who was watching them from another seat, then keeping the lighthearted smile on as he answered, "my family is here. I wanted to be closer to them. Besides, I like the town."

Insufferable.

"You like the town?" Max scoffed, then another burp snuck up, this one louder and bringing with it a hiccup that shook his whole body. Vince raised his eyebrows.

"You good?" he asked, not waiting for an answer to continue, "yeah, I like the people, I like the fact its peaceful."

"I'm-HIC!" The blonde let out a loud groan when another hicc-urp interrupted him, loud enough the kids sitting across the hallway from them started to giggle, "shit."

"Language," Vince said, seemingly out of habit, the corner of his mouth quirking up, "did you eat too much for your tummy, Daniels?"

Maybe he had a reason to break this guy's arm, Max thought darkly, glaring at him, "I'm fine," he stressed, wrapping an arm around his stomach and huffing as yet another hiccup shook him, "fu-duuuck."

He heard Vince chuckle at the switch of the insult, then a huge hand came to rest on his back, "maybe get up? It might help."

It wouldn't, Max already knew. Once he got the hiccup-burps, he was done for and it was really only a matter of time before his belly started churning and maybe nausea joined the mix later on. Still, just to get away from Vince, he got up and walked the hallway using the seats on each side of him as support to keep from wooblying.

Vaguely he thought they were setting up a terrible example, telling the kids to stay put and then walking all over.

He counted the children, just to have something to do, and then paused as the bus shook and his stomach flipped, going from unsettled to upset and sour. Max squinted, removing a hand from the seat in order to plant it on his belly and groaning as he could feel the bloat pushing against his t-shirt.

"Mr. Daniels?" a kid asked, confused as of why he had stopped right next to their seat. It was a little girl, with long box braids and dark skin, big brown eyes, "is your tummy sick?"

God.

"I'm fine, Jess," he forced a smile at the kid, winking at her, "what are you drawing there?"

"The dinosaurs!" Jess perked up, holding her coloring page. It was a bit messy, but overall he thought it was pretty nice. A T-rex in the middle of the woods. They wouldn't be seeing any t-rexes today, but oh well.

"That's so cool," he grinned, crouching down and immediately regretting it when the movement caused another burp to rush up, this one followed by three hiccups in quick succession that he could do nothing about. Jess started to giggle at him and Max' cheeks turned red. He swallowed some air, forcing up a thick, low burp against his fist and she wrinkled her nose.

"Eeewww..." The little girl whined and he blushed even more, his whole face ablaze.

"Sorry, sorry-" he grabbed one of her crayons, "I think your t-rex is missing a hat. It's sunny outside, is it not?"

Happily diverted, the kid turned to her drawing and studied it, "maybe sunblock," she decided, "or a cap like Mr. Mo's?"

Who the fuck was Mr. Mo?

It took Max a second to realize the girl couldn't pronounce Monacelli and had settled for the second best thing. He snorted, "yeah, give him a baseball cap-"

"Her," Jess glared at him, "It's a girl t-rex, like in the movies."

"Ah... Yeah, then give her a cap," he squeezed the little girl's shoulder, then got up once more, the movement causing the bag of chips in his belly to churn a little harder and the push up a wet burp that he muffled with a hand. This one he could just taste the potatoes.

"Fuck," Max sighed, falling back on his seat up in the front and folding in half, pressing his forehead to the front wall that separated the common area of the bus from the driver's.

"What's up?" Vince looked up from his phone once more. Now he was texting someone.

"I think I'm gonna barf," Max groaned, keeping his voice low, "how much until we stop?"

"About twenty minutes," Vince dug through the cooler that was at his feet, with water bottles, juice boxes, bags, snack bars - "here," he handed him a water bottle, "are you carsick or did you really eat too much with just a measly bag of chips?"

"My gut is a bit of a bitch," Max sighed, closing his eyes, "temperamental as fuck. I thought I was in the clear with the bland chips, but..." he trailed off, making his point by muffling a sickly little burp against his hand and shuddering when vomit splashed the back of his throat. He swallowed in, "fuck my entire fucking life."

"Stop fucking swearing," Vince whispered to him, "you're gonna startle the kids. Twenty minutes, alright? Just take deep breaths and stop leaning forward like that, you're not helping yourself."

"You're such a snotty know-it-all," Max glared at him, as Vince planted a hand on his chest and pushed him against the seats, "what's up? You're a med school reject?"

Vince frowned, "you're such a prick. Are you hellbent on puking in front of every class you teach?"

Max' ears burned and he looked away from the man, taking a large gulp of water, "you're never gonna let that go?"

"Not for another month at least," Vince huffed and then pushed the window next to him wide open.

The rush of chill air helped a lot, but Max was not about to congratulate Vince for doing the barest minimum. He breathed out slowly through his mouth, sneaking a hand under his t-shirt and pressing on his belly. It was warm to the touch and gurgling non stop.

"How much more?"

"Nineteen minutes," Vince said and he could hear the man's amusement at his plight. Max groaned, staring at the ceiling as yet another hiccup hit him and made his ribs ache, his whole chest squeeze.

The water had been a mistake, as it rocketed up his throat, forcing him to gulp down.

"I really don't wanna be sick in front of them," Max whispered, allowing a glimpse of vulnerability to the other teacher. He knew at least with that Vince could sympathize, "just- Do something? Please."

There was a pause, then Vince squeezed his knee in an amiable way and pushed Max's legs out of the way as he got up once more. He clapped his hands loudly.

"Alright kids, each one of you know the bus song?" he exclaimed, his voice all cheery and Max groaned, scooting so he could occupy Vince's now empty seat next to the window and shoving his head out, so he could breathe.

Now with the noisy bus, he could burp openly, and a string of belches pushed up, intercalated with hiccups, rattling in his chest. He let out a groan and spat the saliva pooling in his mouth, but the burps helped, a little, the ache in his gut.

He lowered his head to the windowsill, listening as Vince continued to sing. They had ruined the peace and quiet and the bus was chaos, but at least Max knew not a soul was paying attention to him, as he let out a moan and squeezed his tummy, urging it to settle down.

Eventually the bus came to stop and Max removed his head from the window, wiping the cold sweat that was clinging to his upper lip and catching Vince's eye as the man shepherded the kids into a queue in front of the museum.

"Thanks," he whispered, passing him by once they were all outside, "uhm- You can handle them for another fifteen? I'm gonna go hurl, but then I can take 'em."

Vince's eyebrows jumped up, a sudden, startled chuckle slipping past his lips. He nodded, "Uh yeah- yeah, sure, go ahead-" then his attention slipped away as one of the boys tried to run ahead, "Elliot give me your hand!"

#sickfic #max daniels #mywriting #eructo #tummyache #belly ache #⭐️ anon