Kaykay

Female | Let me take care of your bellyache

[goawaygoodday]

If you’re a guy and you have a tummy ache, you should definitely tell me all about it 😇😈

[bigkay9]

What she said

[bigkay9]

I just lovee it when men get really uncomfortable getting a bellyache and ending up being such a baby about it. Like yesss moan for me tell me how bad it hurts and beg me to rub your aching sick belly

[youpoorthing]

I just wanna moan about my poorly tummy and get some belly rubs

[troubled-tums]

Please, I need a tummy rub. I’m trying to rub it myself but it’s not helping. My tummy feels bloated and it’s aching. Ohhh…

[bigkay9]

Oww I'm sorry your tummy is hurting.. Poor you. Go lay comfortable and tell me where it hurts so I can put my warm hands on your achy belly until you're feeling less bloated and less achy. My hands won't leave your tummy until you're feeling better 🤭

[bigkay9]

Men with belly aches are totally my weakness too and I feel like there’s not too much content out there! Like do guys not get tummy aches as much as girls or do they just not wanna talk about it :((((((((

You're so real for this. We really do need more male bellyache content. Please just complain when your tummy hurts, it's okay. It's a need.. !!

[bigkay9]

I really like how you talk about them needing the toilet <3

I really like it that you like it.

[bigkay9]

are you just the uncomfortable belly ache or are you the big sick tummy ache

I'm afraid both.

[bigkay9]

Love your stories!

I appreciate you 🖤

[bigkay9]

• A WEEKEND AWAY WHILE YOUR BOYFRIEND TRIES HIS BEST TO HIDE HIS BELLYACHE FROM YOU.

You and your boyfriend had been looking forward to this weekend getaway for months. A cozy cabin in the woods, just the two of you, away from the chaos of daily life. The plan was to enjoy the outdoors, go hiking, and simply relax together.

Your boyfriend woke up with a slight bellyache but it wasn't too bad to cancel. Atleast that's what he told me. So we started packing the car and I can see his hand pushing into his belly. His face was in pain and he thought I didn't see him. I looked worried but didn't say anything about it. We grabbed everything and jumped in the car. Are you sure you want to go? I asked. Yes my love let's have a fun weekend together.

We were on our way. Talking, holding hands both excited for this little get away. But not much later he got a little more quit.

"Fuck.. Babe my stomach.." Are you okay? I asked worried. "No.. " he moaned. "I need to go like right now."

His tummy gurgling like crazy. He loosened up his belt and I put my hand on his bare belly for comfort. He slightly bends over my hand to ease the pain. He drove to the first gass station and ran. When he came out I saw his hand was still on his belly so I quickly switched seats so he wouldn't have to drive while his belly was hurting. Before I even asked how he was feeling he said "I think i'm okay for now." I drove us to the location one hand on the steering wheel and one on his belly for comfort.

He had his chair leaned back and sometimes he had to hold his belly tight to ease the pain but besides that he was good.

We arrived at the cabin and I started unpacking right away and made him a warm tea. We had a whole day planned out but I didn't want to rush him into anything so I just cuddled up against him while we're looking at the beautiful mountain view. Not much later he was like babe cmon let's go! "Put on your jacket and shoes." So I said babe please just take it easy.

And he was like this slight bellyache won't stop me from having an amazing weekend with you. "The sun is out let's walk that trail" he said. So I packed up a backpack and off we went. He was so excited I thought the bellyache was gone. We walked and talked and enjoyed the scenery. After an hour we took a break on a bench and I ask him are you feeling better my love?

"Yes ofcourse" he said with a smile while rubbing his belly.

But I know him so well he can't fool me. "C'mon letsgooo" he said "we're almost there." We walked further and I hear his belly making all kind of noises so I look at him worried and he looks right back at me "Im fine I promise." Okay babe if you say so.

So we walked the trail had an amazing time. But I could see he was not feeling so good. Back to the cabin I was going to make pasta and he was collecting wood for the fireplace. We had dinner and watched a movie while cuddling by the warmth of the fireplace.

I'm laying against him and I can feel he's rubbing his belly constantly. Babe please.. you're not fine.. "Yes I am" he says. Your belly is hurting isn't it? "I'm telling you im fine." Okay if you say so. Back to focusing on the movie I feel he's clutching his belly tight and he let out a slight painful moan.

He was never going to admit his belly hurted so without saying anything I slipped my hand under his shirt. I could feel everything moving underneath my hand. I gave him a kiss and he guides my hand under his waisteband and moaned.

Ow.. my belly. His hand was on my hand and he pushed it deeper while his belly cramped up.

Awh baby I looked worried. He finally gave in and said "my stomach hurts pretty bad." I know I whispered. "Please don't stop rubbing my belly it feels really good" I won't baby. We got undressed because it was hot by the fireplace and he felt more comfortable without pants which I could totally understand.

We had blankets and our body heat while cuddling all night on the floor next to fireplace while my hands were soothing his bellyache and he was guiding me where it hurted the most. Was it the pasta babe? "No babe my tummy felt off this morning already." Why didn't u say so? "I didn't want to ruin our weekend.." I hugged him and laid my head on his chest. It's okay please just tell me next time.

"I promise." He moaned while a wave of pain hit his belly again. Ow my stomach ..

Out of comfort he turned to his side. "I'm so sorry for turning around babe my stomach is killing me." He grabbed my hand and placed it at his lower belly. "Can you feel all that?" Poor baby... While I was riding out his bellyache, he was softly moaning in pain. But also striking my arm and gave me kisses. His belly weirdly kept hurting all night but when the sun came up we finally fell asleep.

[bigkay9]

• YOUR MAN IS NOT FEELING GOOD ON DATE NIGHT AND YOU END UP IN A PARKING LOT TO SOOTH HIS UPSET BELLY.

You and your man had planned a romantic evening out, but something felt off from the moment you sat down at the restaurant. He was quieter than usual, his smile strained. As you enjoyed your meal together, you noticed the subtle winces, the way his hand occasionally drifted to his belly. Hey, my love, you don't look too good, you said, concern lacing your voice.

"Mmh… my belly hurts," he admitted, finally confessing what he'd been hiding all day.

Without thinking, you slipped your hand under his shirt, giving his belly a gentle rub. He groaned softly, the pain evident in his voice. Ow... he whispered. Can we go home, please? he asked, his voice a mix of discomfort and vulnerability. Of course, baby. He stood up to pay the bill, one hand clutched to his stomach the entire time. Before you even made it to the door, he doubled over, both hands pressing deep into his belly.

"I... I need to find a toilet," he said, his face pale.

You waited concerned, hoping he'd get some relief, but when he returned, he shook his head. "Nothing came out," he muttered, his expression pained. Stay here, you said, rushing to pull the car around. But despite your protests, he slid into the driver's seat, his hand pressed firmly against his gurgling stomach. I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to drive, you said, your concern growing.

He moaned softly, his face twisted in discomfort. Please… rub my belly for me, he pleaded.

You reached over, placing your hand on his swollen, gurgling belly. The moment you touched him, he let out a pained gasp, his body doubling over as a cramp ripped through his stomach. "Fuck… mmh…" he groaned, the pain overwhelming him. Babe, please just pull over. It’s not okay to drive like this. He finally gave in, pulling into a parking lot. As soon as the car stopped, he unzipped his pants, desperate for any kind of relief. He grabbed your hand, guiding it under his boxer to where his belly ached the most.

"My stomach hurts so bad…" he moaned, his voice barely a whisper.

I know, baby. I’m so sorry, you whispered, your heart breaking as you watched him suffer. You wrapped one arm around his head, holding him close while your other hand worked to soothe his aching, cramping gut. He doubled over again, another wave of pain hitting him hard.

"Ow... hurts..." he whimpered.

You stayed there for hours, parked in the lot, doing everything you could to comfort him as his bellyache raged on. The cramps wouldn’t ease up, and every gurgle, every groan from his stomach seemed to make it worse. You didn’t leave his side, not for a second, as he tried to ride out the storm of pain in his gut, his head resting against your shoulder, utterly exhausted.

[bigkay9]

Hi 🖤

I'm a female 24 years old and I love to hear/see about the bellyaches of men. It's really my weakness. I like all kind of aches like the overeating crampy bellyaches, the feeling not so good nauseous bellyaches (no vomiting) the deep aching aftermath the next day after a big bloated stuffing, the bubbly stomach flu bellyaches. You name it. I love reading all your stories and got inspired so I started writing down my own. Enjoy! And i'm always down for a chat!

Kissss

[bigkay9]

Please god let my future husband have stomach issues or no limit when it comes to food

[bigkay9]

• SICKFIC FANTASY ABOUT YOU ON YOUR WAY TO A FIRST DATE BUT ENDING UP TAKING CARE OF A HANDSOME STRANGER WHO'S BELLY IS VERY SICK.

As I walked through the city, excited for my first date, something caught my eye that stopped me in my tracks. A tall, handsome man with dark hair sat hunched over on the curb, clearly in pain. My heart immediately went out to him. Without a second thought, I walked toward him, smiling softly as I approached.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked gently.

He looked up at me, giving me a weak smile before groaning softly. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said, but I didn't believe him for a second. His face was pale, and he was clutching his stomach with one arm, clearly trying to hold back the discomfort.

"Are you sure? Why don't we move you somewhere a little more comfortable than the side of the road?" I suggested, pointing toward a bench a few meters away. He hesitated before nodding. "I was actually waiting for a taxi to take me home," he admitted. "I'm not feeling too good."

"I can see that," I said softly, crouching down beside him. "I'm Kay by the way." I'm Henry he replied, reaching out for a handshake. His grip was strong, but the moment he released my hand, it went right back to his belly.

Together, we made our way to the nearby bench. It was more private, away from the bustling street. Once we sat down, I couldn't help but ask, "How did you end up like this?" He groaned softly, his hand massaging his stomach. I went out for dinner with the boys. I definitely overdid it.

Another soft moan escaped him as he leaned forward slightly, clutching his belly tighter. "Ugh, my belly...

"Do you live far?" I asked, genuinely concerned. Not too far, he muttered. Just a couple of blocks away. His stomach let out a loud gurgle, and he bent over further, holding his belly tighter. Ugh, this is killing me... "I'll be right back," I said, standing up quickly. I dashed to a nearby shop, bought a bottle of water, and called an Uber. When I returned, I handed him the water. Here, drink a little. It might help. Thanks, he said gratefully. You really don't have to do this, though. "I want to," I assured him. Plus, I called you an Uber. It’ll be here in five minutes.

He groaned again, his stomach gurgling audibly. His face twisted in discomfort as he bent over, gripping his belly tighter. "Ugh... what did I eat?" he muttered, forcing a weak smile.

I chuckled softly. "What did you eat?" Way too much, wincing as a cramp hit him hard. That new Thai place around the corner. We had to try everything, but that last round of curry... ugh, it was a mistake. "My stomach’s killing me."

When the Uber arrived, I helped him get up, and without thinking, I climbed into the car with him. He was still so weak, and something inside me just couldn’t leave him like that. What are you doing? he asked surprised. Making sure you get home safely. He was too focused on his aching belly to argue, and as the car started moving, I could see how every bump in the road made his stomach churn.

His eyes opened slightly, and he looked at me, a soft smile on his lips. "You have beautiful eyes," he whispered, and I blushed. After a few moments, he groaned again. "I feel so sick," he said weakly. Looking at me with those puppy brown eyes. It's okay. We’ll be there soon.

Once we arrived at his apartment, it was clear he was in no state to make it up on his own. He leaned heavily on me, one hand clutching his stomach while I fumbled through his front pocket for his keys. "Seventh floor," he murmured. We took it slow, and when we finally got to his apartment, I helped him to the couch. He immediately doubled over, both hands gripping his lower belly. I’m so grateful you’re here, but I don’t want to ruin your night."

His stomach gurgled loudly, and he groaned again, curling up tighter on the couch. My belly is hurting so bad he moaned.

"I can tell," I said, my heart breaking for him. He was so handsome, but seeing him so vulnerable made me want to take care of him even more. What were your plans tonight, anyway? he asked, trying to distract himself from the pain. I was actually going on a first date, I admitted. "Oh, really? Damn, I’m sorry..." he started to say, but another cramp cut him off, and he moaned softly, his eyes squeezing shut. "Ow... I don’t feel good. Hey, it’s okay. I’d rather stay here and make sure you’re alright.

He looked at me gratefully, and I could see the pain in his eyes. His hand hadn’t left his belly the entire time, and I could tell he was trying so hard to hide how bad it really was. I gently placed his head on my lap and asked, "How are you feeling now?" Mmm... not much better he moaned, his eyes closing again. I'm glad you're here even tho this was not the plan you had in mind. He grabs my arm and shifted to get more comfortable. Without thinking, I ran my fingers through his hair, trying to comfort him.

Let me help you I whispered, unsure of how he would react. Slowly, I placed my hand on his stomach, feeling how tense it was beneath my fingers. He opened his eyes and looked at me, surprised, but he didn’t stop me. In fact, he seemed to appreciate the gesture. Where does it hurt the most I asked gently.

"My lower belly," he groaned.

I carefully unzipped his pants to give his stomach more room, and he let out a soft sigh of relief. That feels really good, he muttered. I placed my hand back on his bare lower belly, pressing gently as I tried to ease the tension. "Ow... ugh," he groaned again, his face twisted in pain. "I’m a bit embarrassed that you’re seeing me like this. Don’t be, I reassured him. Just focus on feeling better.

For a moment, we locked eyes, but then his belly let out another loud groan, and he moaned in pain. Ugh... my stomach’s so bubbly..

I gave him a soft kiss on the forehead and continued rubbing his belly. I probably will be on the toilet for a while, he said, half-joking, but there was still so much discomfort in his voice. "Please stay, though. I don’t know what I’d do without you right now." But I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything.

"I’m not going anywhere," I whispered, smiling softly as I continued to comfort him.

[bigkay9]

I just lovee it when men get really uncomfortable getting a bellyache and ending up being such a baby about it. Like yesss moan for me tell me how bad it hurts and beg me to rub your aching sick belly

[bigkay9]

• SICKFIC FANTASY ABOUT YOUR MAN FACETIMING YOU WHILE HE'S IN BED DEALING WITH A FULL SICK BELLYACHE.

You were sitting in your car, parked outside your place, FaceTiming your boyfriend, and from the moment he answered, you knew something was wrong. His face was pale, and his eyes looked tired, almost pained. He was lying in bed, a hand resting heavily on his belly, and before you could even ask how he was, he let out a soft groan.

"Babe, I think I overdid it at dinner," he muttered, his voice low and strained. "My stomach is killing me." You bit your lip, already concerned. "What did you eat?"

"Everything," he groaned, a hand going to his lower abdomen. He shifted on the bed, tugging his t-shirt up and unzipping his jeans. It was round and tight, clearly bloated from whatever he'd eaten. "I couldn't stop myself. Steak, fries, pasta and dessert."

His belly gave a loud, angry growl, and he winced, quickly unzipping his pants more to give his stomach some room to breathe. "Ughh... I can’t handle this," he moaned, his hands pressing into his lower belly, trying to relieve the pressure. He rubbed circles over his abdomen, his face contorted in discomfort.

"You look really uncomfortable," you said softly, wishing you could be there to help him.

"It’s bad," he admitted, his voice catching as another cramp hit him. "I keep thinking it’ll go away, but..." He broke off with another groan, his hands pressing harder against his stomach. His face scrunched up in pain, and he let out a long, shaky breath.

You watched helplessly through the screen, hearing his belly groan and gurgle again, almost echoing through the call. Ooowhh mmmhh.. he moaned softly, curling onto his side and holding his aching belly. "I shouldn’t have eaten so much," he muttered.

You need to take it easy, you told him, your voice gentle. "Just lie down and rest. It’ll pass soon.

He shook his head, wincing. "I’m trying, but..." He gasped slightly as another wave of pain hit him hard. His hands clutched his lower belly, and he moaned, louder this time. "Ohhwwh... I feel like I need to go to the toilet..

I can come over if you need me,"you offered, your heart sinking at the sight of him in so much discomfort.

"No, no, I’ll be fine," he groaned, though his face betrayed how badly he was hurting. "I just..." His belly gurgled loudly again, and he squeezed his eyes shut, pressing both hands into his lower abdomen. "Oww... I really need to go." Fuckk.. my stomach hurt so bad wtf..

You should try, you urged, wanting him to get some relief. He nodded, but didn’t move, too wrapped up in the pain and pressure building in his gut. "It hurts too much to get up right now," he admitted through gritted teeth. "I just... need a minute."

You watched as he lay there, moaning softly with his eyes closed, both hands still rubbing his swollen belly. Every few moments, his body would tense up as another wave of pain hit him, and he'd let out another strained groan. Oowhh ugggh..

Babe, just take it easy,you said I’m here. Just rest, and try when you feel ready.

He nodded weakly, biting his lip as another groan escaped him. "I’m trying," he murmured, his hands still pressed firmly against his belly. "But it hurts so bad..."

Awh baby hang in there I'm on my way!

[bigkay9]

•CHRISTIAN'S WORKDAY FULL OF TUMMY TROUBLE. HE DEFINITELY SHOULD'VE STAYED HOME.

Christian woke up early, as he always did, ready to tackle another long day at the construction site. But this morning was different. His stomach was already in knots, a dull ache spreading from his lower belly all the way up to his chest. He groaned softly, pressing a hand to his bare stomach as he sat up in bed. Oww my stomach.. he moans.

The memory of last night's dinner flashed through his mind the pizza, the wings, and the extra helping of dessert he hadn’t really needed but couldn’t resist. His belly let out a low gurgle in response, and he knew he'd overdone it. Still, there was work to do, he wasn’t one to call off over something as minor as a stomach ache.

He pulled on his usual jeans and a faded t-shirt, the waistband already feeling uncomfortably tight around his swollen middle. His gut was tender and bloated, and he had to loosen his belt a little before heading out the door. *It’ll pass,* he told himself as he grabbed his gear.

But the drive to the site was rough. Every bump in the road seemed to jar his insides, sending sharp, uncomfortable pangs through his lower belly which makes him hunching over. He kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other pressed firmly against his stomach, trying to knead away the cramps that were slowly growing more intense.

By the time he arrived, he could barely focus. His gut was gurgling constantly now, the pressure in his lower abdomen building to a point where he knew he’d need to make a stop at the site’s portable toilet soon. Still, he tried to push through, meeting up with the rest of the crew as they went over the day’s work. His stomach gave another angry growl, loud enough that one of his coworkers shot him a concerned glance.

"You good, man?" his buddy Pete asked, clapping him on the shoulder.

Christian forced a smile. "Yeah, just something I ate," he muttered, shifting uncomfortably as another cramp hit him. He pressed a hand against his lower stomach, trying to ease the pressure. "I’ll be fine." owwghh ugh..

But as soon as they started working, it became clear that today wasn’t going to be easy. He was hauling materials across the site when a sharp pain shot through his gut, doubling him over for a moment. He sucked in a breath, clutching his stomach as he stood there, trying to act casual. Owww fuck my stomach.. His belly felt rock hard, bloated and uncomfortable beneath his shirt, and the pressure in his lower abdomen was growing unbearable.

"Not now," he muttered under his breath, but his stomach had other ideas. Another gurgle rumbled through his gut, and hecould feel the urgency building in his lower belly. He had to go, and soon.

He dropped his tools and made a beeline for the portable toilet. The walk felt endless, every step jarring his already tender stomach, but he finally made it, locking the door behind him with a sigh of relief. As soon as he sat down, a hand on his belly to ease the pain and his body let go, and for a few minutes, the pressure eased, leaving him shaky but somewhat relieved.

But the relief didn’t last. Back on the site, Christian tried to get back to work, but the cramps kept coming. His belly ached fiercely, and he found himself constantly clutching at his stomach, trying to ease the pain. He made several more trips to the toilet throughout the morning, but no matter how many times he went, the ache wouldn’t go away.

By noon, his t-shirt was clinging to his sweat-drenched body, and his jeans felt impossibly tight around his swollen belly. He had to loosen his belt even more, feeling the hard pressure beneath his fingers as he tried to keep going.

Every time he lifted something, he could feel the strain in his gut, like his insides were twisting themselves into knots. His coworkers started to notice, giving him worried glances as he bent over, groaning softly under his breath.

"You look like hell, man," Pete said during their lunch break, eyeing him as he sat hunched over on a crate, one hand on his stomach. "You should head home, get some rest." He shook his head, wincing as another cramp shot through his lower belly. "I’ll be fine," he said, though the strain in his voice told a different story. His stomach gurgled loudly, and he pressed his palm more firmly against his aching gut beneath his shirt, into his pants trying to will the pain away.

But by mid-afternoon, it was clear that he wasn’t going to make it through the day. The bellyache was too much to handle at work. He was making too many trips to the portable toilet, and each time, the relief was shorter and shorter.

During one particularly bad wave of pain, he had to stop what he was doing entirely, leaning against a stack of bricks as he hunches over, his hand clutching his stomach under his shirt as he groaned softly. His jeans already unzipped to give his belly some space. Ooohhw my belly ugh.. He could feel the pressure building again, that awful, bloated sensation that told him he needed to make another trip to the toilet. I can’t keep doing this he muttered to himself, finally accepting defeat.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, his hand still pressed firmly against his lower belly as he headed toward the foreman’s trailer. His stomach let out another loud gurgle, and he winced, knowing he needed to get home and fast.

As soon as he got home, he collapsed onto his bed, curling up on his side with both hands cradling his aching belly. His gut was still bloated and hard, every breath sending sharp pains through his lower abdomen. He groaned softly, closing his eyes as another cramp rolled through him. It was going to be a long night, and he could only hope that by the time morning came, his stomach would finally give him a break.

[bigkay9]

• YOUR MAN IS DEALING WITH ANOTHER BAD BELLYACHE AGAIN. IT DOESN'T EVEN SURPRISE YOU ANYMORE.

Your boyfriend let out another long, shaky moan as he shifted on the bed, his hands gripping his aching belly. "I feel so bad baby, ughhh... oww it hurts so much," he groaned, his voice strained. His belly gave a deep, ominous gurgle that seemed to echo through the room and he winced, curling in on himself. Both hands wrapped around his middle.

"I feel so so full," he moaned, rubbing his lower belly. His face was pale, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to find some relief. "I shouldn’t have eaten so much...fuckk mmhghh" Another cramp hit him, and he gasped, his hands pressing down harder on his swollen gut. ughhhf. I've got such a bellyache ughh..

"Baby, just try and get up and go to the bathroom," you urged softly through the phone, your heart aching seeing him in so much pain.

He groaned again, trying to push himself up, but it was clear the cramps were making it hard for him to move. "I can’t… it hurts so bad," he muttered, but finally, with a pained grunt, he got to his feet, one hand deep his belly as he makes his way toward the bathroom.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally returned to the bed, looking drained but slightly more relaxed. "Feel better?" you asked gently. Kinda he says while weakly smiling at you and giving you a kiss while he puts your hand on his bare lower belly. Still felt kinda bloated. You gently start rubbing in circles. He pushes your hand deep in his belly and moans softly when a cramp makes its way through his bloated abdomen.

You could feel the warmth of his skin under your palm, his stomach is firm and sensitive. "That feels good," he murmured softly, his eyes closed as he relaxed under your touch. "Just keep doing that."

You continued to rub his belly gently, feeling his body slowly unwind beneath you. His breathing evened out, and for a while, he just lay there, his eyes closed as the tension melted away.

But then, as you continued to stroke, his lips curled into a slight smile. He opened his eyes, looking at you with a glimmer of something else a spark of desire cutting through the discomfort. "You’re really good at this, you know?" he murmured, his hand sliding up your arm, his touch gentle but insistent. His hand guiding yours from his lower belly to a lower area.

"I try," you teased, leaning in to kiss him softly. His lips met yours, and for a moment, it felt like he had forgotten all about the bellyache. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened, slow and soft at first but gradually growing more passionate. His belly still rumbled occasionally, but he seemed to push it aside, more focused on you now.

Before long, things escalated, and the heat between you grew. He kissed you hungrily, his hands roaming over your body, forgetting the discomfort for the moment. But just as things were really heating up, his stomach gave another loud, angry growl. Owwwwh fuck he moans while still kissing you while one hand is gripping his belly. You okay? Yeah don't worry and continues but by the minute the pain is getting worse.

"Oh my God," he groaned, breaking the kiss, his face turning red. He doubled over slightly, clutching his belly as it gurgled again, his expression shifting back to discomfort. "Ughhh, my stomach..."

You couldn’t help but giggle, though you could see how embarrassed he was. "It’s okay," you reassured him you can’t help it. He nodded, biting his lip as another cramp hit him, his hands pressing into his lower abdomen. "Oww... I thought I was okay, but... I think it’s coming back," he moaned softly, trying to push through the discomfort to keep the mood going.

But his belly let out another loud gurgle, followed by another pained groan, and he doubled over in pain again. "Ughh, I’m sorry," he murmured, clearly frustrated. His stomach growled loudly again, and you could feel it rumbling under your hand as you continued to rub it gently. He lays on his side doubled over your hands that's still on his bare aching tummy. Mmmhh he moans it hurts so bad..

"Shh, it’s okay," you whispered, leaning in to kiss his forehead. Let’s just take it easy for a bit, okay?"He sighed, nodding as he lay back down, his hands on your hands holding his belly. "I can’t believe I ruined the mood with that," he muttered, clearly embarrassed. You didn’t ruin anything," Your poor belly just needs a break. Let’s just relax for now.

He smiled weakly, thankyou for taking care of me he murmured, his eyes closing as he leaned back against the pillows. I’ll make it up to you later… once my belly stops trying to kill me.

You kissed him softly on the cheek, "I’ll hold you to that," you teased, your fingers tracing gentle circles over his tender stomach, soothing him as he drifted back into a more peaceful state, his breath slowly evening out despite the occasional groan from his still-upset belly.