CW: desperation, slight nsfw, diarrhea mentioning
The party is held at a surprisingly well-kept home in New York. The floors aren't a disgusting brown carpet and instead mopped wood, the furniture is relatively new, and the people are noticeably there for a memorable night. The only thing that isn't different about this party from others, is the loud, shitty music. Levan cringes as him and his three other friends walk through the door and immediately hear the music. But, the quality of the house makes up for it.
As the group of friends have gotten their drinks and exchanged a few "hello"s to people, mostly people Levan doesn't know, Levan finds himself stranded alone on a leather couch in one of the rooms. He found a room where the music isn't destroying his virgin ears, but it is definitely still playing. People around him are talking among themselves or dancing with others. Levan begins to people-watch at the party.
What Levan had been desperately trying to ignore the moment he walked in the front door was the immense pressure he felt in his middle. The drawn out grumbles he felt vibrate in his stomach and fighting the urge to not have his hand rub his stomach in front of everyone. He prayed to God that no one noticed his audible stomach over the music. For once, he hoped that the shitty music was loud as hell.
He couldn't remember what he had eaten or drank prior that could've made his stomach upset, but either way, his stomach always had an issue with getting angry and having diarrhea. He felt his stomach slowly brewing and bloating up as he had made his away around the house talking to people before finding the couch. With each movement, he could feel the contents sloshing around. "Fuck.." he thought, "why today..."
After sitting on the corner of the couch for about 10 minutes, he felt the arm of the couch next to him sink down and in the corner of his eyes appeared a small figure. A girl. A pretty one at that. She was wearing clothes suitable for the summer heat, her long layered hair covered her shoulders, and damn she had a beautiful side profile.. Levan felt his stomach sink despite already having the pressure and diarrhea sitting inside. She nodded at him as they made eye contact and went back to people watching and occasionally looking at her phone.
Then, as if the world was completely against him, Levan's stomach uttered a long, roaring growl. The pressure was so strong from the growl he shifted in his seat and his hand snaked on top of his middle. He couldn't even get himself to look anywhere but straight ahead. He felt his cheeks flush immediately and swallowed hard. Why would his stomach betray him like this...
The girl right next to him eyes him and his stomach, but not with a judgmental look he notices. He struggles to look at her. Levan desperately tries to hold his stomach to stop it from making any other sounds, but the sounds began to continue, becoming louder each time. He tries to hold back gasps and squirms in his seat. He couldn't believe this was all happening and it became so embarrassing for him. Between this happening around her and the crowd of people, he wanted to curl up in a hole.
Then, the girl spoke, "such an upset belly, hm?" she practically coo'd. A slight blush and smirk on her freckled face. Levan's breath hitches at her comment, a dark blush filling his cheeks as he is stuck on how to reply.
"Uh.. s-sorry," Levan croaked, "just a bit of a s-stomachache from the drinks I guess.."
The girl giggled softly and continued to look at his stomach as the groans have begun to be drawn out, and some sounds were bubblier. His middle became more rounded and bloated as more diarrhea had filled him. She turn her head to the side
"From the drinks?" she says, "they've only been serving fruit punch, silly,"
"W-well then uh... f-fuck- my stomach's been bothering my all day honestly," he finally admits, not able to think of any alternative in the moment. He notices how the girl blushes at that. Levan struggles to hold eye contact as he grips his stomach and it glorps harshly.
The girl on the arm of the couch leans in a bit closer to Levan, "sounds like diarrhea has been brewing up inside you..." she says simply, "so you've been holding it in all this time, huh?"
Levan finds himself taken aback by her bluntness and her question, but he feels butterflies in his stomach and blushes.
"U-um.. yeah.. it just won't l-let up- fuck... and I can't get it to stop.." he whines closing his eyes slightly
The girl moves from the arm of the chair to next to Levan on the couch, making sure their shoulders practically touch. "So then why'd you come to a party with your poor belly filled with diarrhea, pretty boy?" she teases with a blush
Pretty boy. That oddly makes Levan's heart skip a beat. He finds himself too embarrassed to look her in the eye still and hesitates to answer, "I... I don't know.. I guess I just wanted to h-hang out with friends for a bit and-" another loud gurgle interrupts Levan before he could finish his sentence. The girl eyes his stomach as it gurgles.
"Aweee that was a loud one~" she teases softly, "but this poor belly.. surely you've been needing to release everything all day?"
Levan squirms in his seat, feeling another wave of brewing inside his stomach as it churns. "I-I have.. it's been like this all day a-and I couldn't do anything about it, and it's j-just.. hggnh- just building up.. I'm trying not to-!" He's once again interrupted by a loud growl, filling with gas and liquid as he rubbed it.
The girl looks around the room at the party, "wonder if anyone else can hear how loud your belly is," her teasing makes his cheeks redder and his stomach churns deeply in response.
"You think.. s-someone will hear? I mean with the music and-"
"Luckily I got to hear it~" she says with her brow raised
"I don't know how I'd explain this, it's so embarrassing.."
"You just explained it to me silly," she smiles shaking her head and looking at his stomach again
Like a warning sound, Levan's stomach churns harshly and spills out loud gurgles and squelches. He hides his moan by putting his hand on his mouth and leans his head back. The girl gasps lightly at the sound, knowing that it probably didn't feel good for him.
"I-I think I've gotta-" Levan scrambles to find words
"Hm, gotta shit yourself?" she teases again, "or can you be good and hold more inside that belly.."
Levan whines and gets flustered at the thought. He's dealt with this majority of his life but has never thought of being able to hold it in longer than this... does she.. like this? He finds himself weirdly excited at her words and the situation... fuck...
He feels his lower intestines rumble quickly and his breath hitches. He has to fart but struggles to hold it in. His stomach groans deeply in response. He finds his hand involuntarily sneaking under him to hold his ass. He whines, "oh g-god.. oh god... p-please..."
Not only a minute later, the pressure becomes too much. Levan feels the liquidy content inside his stomach churns and swirl around violently and it lets out a long rumble as it rushes down inside him. He gasps and moans as he jumps off the couch and rushes to the nearest bathroom. His stomach gurgling as he speed walks. He gets into the bathroom and immediately lock the door.
Levan lifts his shirt up to see his round, taut stomach filled and gurgling with everything brewed inside. He leans his head back with a whine and rubs it lightly.
"f-fuck I gotta g-go so bad-" He scrambles to get this belt off. Then, he notices a neon yellow sticky note on top of the toilet
The only sound that fills the bathroom walls is the constant grumbling and sickly groaning of Levan's stomach.
