Scat and ovi is something I really wish was combined more often. They both kind of have the same appeal so why not!
Imagine a guy with a snake-like partner. Maybe a Naga kind of deal? About every month or so they lay eggs, and have been trying to convince their mate that he would looove having them stuffed in his tummy. Their non-humans instincts leave them feeling so broody and desperate when that time comes around. They foggily recall literally groveling in front of their beloved life mate. Theyâre begging to let them fill him up. The first days of their mating cycle have been rough. Their swollen slit has given way to two twitching cocks, left on permanent display as they canât possibly retract them in this state. One cock functions as the ovipositor, and its become oh so swollen as the nagas cycle progresses. The base and a patch of their tummy bulge slightly with eggs. They take their humans hand and places it on their tummy, showing them how full and achy they are. The human partner relents after seeing a few genuine pathetic tears slip from their love. Heâs very nervous, however. Theyâve hardly even experimented with anal! Now heâs just supposed to take a whole ovipositor up his ass AND eggs?? Itâs intimidating to say the least. He does his best to keep his voice calm, but it still comes out tense and slightly shrill
âWhere would they even go honey?!â
The naga does their best to explain, the fullness in their navel and heat down below clouding their thoughts.
âWeâre a very hardy species, the eggs just need some nutrients and a warm place to stay, theyâll make room I promise.â They manage to gasp out.
Their human gives an amused snort, not missing the pride the statement is delivered with. He meets his partner on the floor, resting a hand on scaly navel again, watching with fascination as they grunt and squirm a little. He can feel resistance as he massages the swollen area. If he pushes hard enough he can even feel the individual eggs. A shiny hand is suddenly wrapped around their wrist, their partner has a looks of deep concentration in their face. Their other hand is tightly gripping around the base of their cock. The human gasps as he watches his partner hold onto the eggs they so desperately wanted out.
âPlease, I-ah!â The veins in their hands bulge as they push back against bulge in their cock. âIâll be gentle, youâll love it! Iâll take care of everything I just needyoutotakemyeggsnow.â
He canât stand seeing his partner so desperate, a few eggs in his ass is worth it if it puts his beloved at peace. He steels himself and, after calming the naga down, they move to the bedroom. His partner is indeed very gentle, opening him up in the nicest of ways and taking things slow despite their clear desperation. Itâs lovely and sweet and perfect but that part isnât what weâre here for >:).
The human gasps as the swelled base of an egg filled ovipositor pushes insistently at his rim. Itâs intense, but he feels relaxed enough to take it. The naga watches with glassy eyes as, with a determined grunt, he pushes down and pops the rest in. Their patience has run out. The squeeze around their cock coaxes the first egg out before the human even has time to adjust to the intrusion. All he can do is hold onto their scaly partner while they grind up into them, letting out pleased hums as they work on pushing the rest into their mate. Theyâre lost in a haze of instincts. The satisfaction of breeding their partner paired with the tightness finally leaving the nagas navel left them drooling against their mates neck. They were far too dazed to notice the humans struggle.
Heâs wrapped up in his lovers lower half, chilly scales doing little to soothe the ache of egg after egg after egg being pushed into his tummy. They were about apple sized, and from what heâd seen from the naga in the past, a full clutch would be about 20. His eyes cross as he feels what he thinks is the twelfth push past his rim, the eggs all jostle each other when it enters. God, heâs so full, he squirms and tries to wriggle against the nagas hold. He needs to get into a more relaxing position or get his hands on his stomach, anything to help with the pressure inside of him.
The distress is immediately felt by the snake, and they give small chirps as they readjust their mate, placing them slightly in their back. They bring cool hands to the stretched skin in front of them. Pupils filling the expanse of their eyes as they ease their partners discomfort. Their hazy brain is telling them to massage upwards. Slightly rough pushes to his taught stomach are met with a rewarding wheeze. Theyâre on a mission to get their full clutch into their human; they need him as full as heâll allow.
The human groans as his partners ovipositor finally leaves his hole with a pop. He makes an attempt to move, but itâs met with a scolding click. Scaly skin coils tighter, keeping him in place. His stomach is still being pushed and pressed at. The naga seemed to want the eggs worked up into his body more. He can feel them jostle around in his belly, itâs so full. His eyes feel as heavy as his stomach. His body urges him to sleep as his body adjusts to the large clutch.
The naga gives a contented sigh. They watch their dozing human as they continue to palpate their belly. Their now empty body practically sings in satisfaction, feeling more relief than any previous cycle had given them. They are determined to give their partner the best care possible while he carries their clutch. They are a little clueless to how a human body would handle the process, though.
When the human wakes, he finds heâs been lovingly tucked into bed. He feels so warm and heavy under all the blankets heâs been given, itâs impossible not to doze for a while longer. He curls onto his side to get more cozy. Well, he attempts to.
The movement causes last nights tryst to become blindingly apparent. Every egg seems to jostle individually with the movement. The human gasps and wraps an arm around his stomach; attempting to keep everything still. The eggs had him feeling so full! He knew what he was getting into, but would he feel this sluggish and weighed down for the next month? How would he function like this?
His answer appears in a blur of scales. A clink of porcelain is heard before cold hands steady him, moving his body out of the awkward twist heâd been stuck in.
âHow are you feeling, love?â
The naga is looking rather anxious, eyes wide and mouth pulled into a grimace as they wait for an answer. This cycle had really done a number on their brain, what were they thinking! They havenât reproduced with a human before, they didnât have the slightest clue to how his body would handle eggs! They had woken up to their swollen mate snoring in their curled up body and almost screamed. Half with joy and half with horror, they canât believe they had gotten him to agree to this! A thorough search of the humans body showed no signs of injury, they gave a relieved sigh at that. If anything internal was damaged their mate surely wouldnât be sleeping soâŚ.adorably. everything was okay so far.
The half snake shakes off their train of thought when a miserable groan answers their question.
âFullâŚâ the human barely has the energy to mumble as his partner props some pillows behind him.
âOh honey, why did you let me do this to you?â They coo, wanting to hear how he felt before letting any excitement show.
âMm, you were hurting, wantâd to helpâ their mate gave a weak smile, sleep giving his speech a slight slur.
âYou are so very braveâ the naga placed a kiss on the humans forehead âIâll take the best care of you to make up for this, speaking of-â a warm bowl of soup is in the nagas hands, and they hold it out to the human. He pales at the idea of stuffing anything into himself in this state. âYou need to eat.â His partner is frowning, confused by his reluctance to feed. He should be starving! They just spent a mating cycle together and he had eggs he needed to nourish! That should work up a crazy appetite no matter the species. The human sighs and relents to the nagas caretaking urges. The soup is warm and healing and everything in his body screams at him to take more, but the weight in his stomach is telling his brain too full too full itâs too much! It takes a long time, but eventually the bowl is empty and the snake is satisfied.
âThe eggs are in my stomach, lizard brain, Iâm really fucking full.â The human is finally able to remind them now that theyâre feeling a little less frantic. They hiss in embarrassment and apologize to the human, obviously thatâs why heâs not hungry!
âWeâll go slower next time, but you really do need to eat. Itâs good for all of youâ they smile proudly and place a hand on the humans belly. Their toothy smile drops when they feel a gurgle from underneath their palm. The human groans and bends forward as much as his body will allow. It still doesnât hurt, but his guts are clearly doing some weird shit, the human body doesnât really expect solids in the stomach like this after all. He takes a moment to really look at himself. His belly is pushed out a good bit, but the swell looks far too gentle in contrast to how stuffed he feels. The next month was going to be intense
He needs help with everything now. Getting anywhere around the house requires the addition of one overeager serpent at his side. The eggs are their own issue, the weight sitting heavy in his rounded stomach. They make him feel lethargic and every movement has him breathless, each egg seems to shift with him. But he has another problemâŚ
His partner is somehow, too doting? Anytime he feels like he might be getting used to the eggs- large, homemade meals are nearly forced down his throat. His partner is very insistent on making sure he and their clutch get enough nutrients. Resisting is not on the table. He wonât act like he hates it though, the naga is practically his shadow now. Coaxing him to bed, keeping him fed, entertaining him in cheesy displays that show just how well his partner knows him. Itâs nice, to be taken of so thoroughly.
He has another unfortunate problem though, with the clutch growing in his stomach, it is making otherâŚprocesses more difficult. He does his best to muffle the sounds of his predicament. But when he has to uh, use the bathroom, his body needs to push his waste passed the eggs in his stomach. Itâs a mortifying sensation, he has to push embarrassingly hard to get anything out; and when he does, he feels the eggs settle back down in his guts to take up the extra room. Some gasps and heaves will make their way past his clenched fingers, and his partner is right at the door. Nervously questioning if heâs feeling alright. Itâs a wonder he can even use the bathroom alone. The human desperately hopes he can keep this gross bit of the process to himself.
He has no such luck, of course. By about week three, the eggs seemed to have taken up most of the room in his stomach. He was horrified to find he could no longer pass anything in the morning. He strained for hours in an attempt to rid his body of the full feeling he felt upon waking. Nothing moved. The human sighs and cleans up, holding his stomach as he heaved himself off of the toilet. I just have another week, he tells himself with a deep breath, I just need to keep this to myself till then.
Turns out, acting normal in front of your partner when your body is stuffed with eggs and shit, is incredibly hard. He curses inwardly every time heâs a little too snappy with the naga, hoping they attribute it to the eggs. He feels like a damn ballon as he lays in their curled up tail on the couch. His belly presses heavily against his body; heâs spent the last few minutes squirming to find a comfortable way to lay.
The naga is chatting mindlessly, clearly picking on their mates sour mood, and hoping to remedy it. They hiss in sympathy when he wiggles around on their body. Clearly the eggs are a lot for their poor mate, but they can certainly help! Itâs their job as a proper naga after all. They watch for another minute, attempting to note which parts of the humans body seemed the most uncomfortable. From the way he groaned when he lay back a little too fast, his stomach seemed to be the biggest problem. Duh. The naga lowers their head down to kiss at their mates neck, reaching hands around taut skin as they did so. The shift putting the human in a more upright position. The skin of his belly feels warm to the touch, practically thrumming with life. The naga smiles a little giddily as they rub small circles on the lower part of their partners tummy, and then lifts a little. The noise the human releases at that has their ears flaming red. He sounded damn near pleasured by the weight being lifted from his body. They guessed that made sense, the eggs must be putting a lot of strain on him. They ignore their flustering arousal and continue massaging and holding onto swollen flesh. They hoped they were being good enough for the human.
He was in heaven. The weight of his stuffed middle being supported even just a little was blissful. His hips and spine no longer felt like they were being crushed, and the cool hands massaging his heated skin was a soothing balm. He couldnât even attempt to contain his noises, his serpent lover was treating him like a damn stress ball. They would life their belly this way and that, seeming to note which actions bought the most relief. Each jostle and rub felt like it moved individual eggs in him, the feeling of them shifting inside his body was truly bizarre. Not unpleasant, though. It almost felt like his inside were being massaged too. His vision feels hazy as he rests his head against the nagas chest, smiling blearily in thanks. They look back warmly, lifting the bottom of his belly with one hand and pressing his palm against the top of his belly at the same time.
The movement dislodges something. The human tenses up as what feels like bubbles of gas sludge through his intestines, lazily making its way down now that heâs been given space to move. It brings a nasty gurgle with it, loudly groaning right where his partners palm sits.
The naga cocks their head at this, not really having put together that the eggs being in his intestines is causing some digestive upset. They dutifully continues rubbing nonetheless, the noise worrying them.
Heâs in a rough spot. His guts were cramping in a way that signaled an urgent need for the toilet, but he was held fast in his partners coiling frame. And their hands felt so, so nice on his belly. The idea of leaving their warmth and struggling alone in the cold bathroom made him tear up a little. Did incubating eggs make you hormonal? Whatever, not important right now. He clenches his bottom the best he can, hiding his face in his partners chest as he literally feels his asshole tremble against the pressure.
A watery groan from beneath their hands makes the snake frown. His body was handling the eggs okay, right? They canât recall their own species bodies reacting like this. Snake anatomy was a little more equipped for handling eggs, they wonder whatâs going on in their poor humans tummy. Theyâll ask once heâs feeling better. They press into the humans flesh a bit harder, feeling successful when they feel the slosh move down. That has to help right? Their partner isnât providing much feedback, but judging from the way he seemed to push his whole body back into their lap, desperately seeking more contact, they had to be doing something right.
âNoooâŚâ itâs the first actual word theyâve heard from the human while on the couch.
âHey, talk to me love, whatâs going on?â The snake talks quietly, like they were attempting to soothe a scared animal. The response they get is a miserable whine and a vibration against the snake half of their body. It had come fromâŚtheir partner? Heâs currently trembling against their chest, the noise apparently a breaking point for their ailing mate.
âMy tummy hurtsâŚâ he sounds so small as he mumbles the words into their chest. They feel their heart shatter at his words, guilt thick in his voice
âAre the eggs hurting you? Iâm so, so sorry love, I really should have thought this through betterâ they tsk and bring both arms under their mates belly, lifting up in what they hope is a comforting gesture.
âThat-ghh! Thatâs not it, itâs not the eggs..ahhâ another long rumbling vibrates their scales as their mates gives a defeated whimper. âTheyâre in my stomach, idiot. I canât um..use the bathroom like this. Theyâre too big.â He feels like he canât possibly embarrass himself further; it boldens his complaints. âAnd it doesnât help that youâre constantly feeding me either! Itâs like you donât even know howâŚâ well, I guess he wouldnât know how human anatomy works, he thinks. Snakes probably work a little different.
Theyâre caught between smacking themselves in the head and giggling in relief. They thought the eggs were killing their poor mate! It was just some tummy trouble! That was certainly something they could handle. They wonât lie and say theyâre not curious anyhow, a humans digestive system seems to work quite differently. Their mate has never been very keen to answer invasive questions about human bathroom habits, though. They coo and gently release the egg filled stomach, swiftly removing their humans pants and underwear before he can protest.
âJust listen to your body, okay? Nothing to be embarrassed about.â They nuzzle against his cheek while moving their hands down, eager to help now that they know whatâs hurting their beloved mate.
Heâs never been more embarrassed in his life. Sharp-nailed fingers are currently pulling his cheeks apart as he lets another uncontrollable fart loose. He swears he feels the eggs take up more space in his guts as heâs forced to let out several more. The last few leave his face burning as his naga partner pushes a finger directly against his gassy hole. They sound fascinated by the nasty things his body is doing. Each burst of gas is met with a hum, like heâs just told his partner a particularly interesting fact.
They learn that having one hand rubbing circles into his taught tummy and using the other to spread open his mates anus is what gives the best results. The rubbing feels a little rough to them, but the way their human is biting back groans and relaxing into their hold tells them theyâre doing things right. He still hasnât excreted, however. He had said his tummy being backed up is what was hurting him, so they fully intend to help with that. But their human doesnât seem close to producing any waste. They canât have that.
âYou need to use the bathroom, yes? Why arenât you going? Is there another way I can help?â
Heâs far too busy deflating to answer. God, this was mortifying. Heâs been giving test pushes after every expulsion, seeing if anything solid would start to move. No such luck.
âThatâs kind of private, loveâŚâ not really expecting to have to explain to his partner that shitting in front of each other isnât really a normal human thing. He couldnât even if he wanted anyways. âItâs uhm, behind the eggs anyway, I think.â
âOhhh, so youâll need help once you lay the eggs?â Their eyes are wide and earnest as they look down at the human, really meaning it when they said theyâd do anything to help.
The human tried to keep the bathroom incidents to a minimum after that. Which, fortunately or unfortunately for him, were not an issue after that. His partners massage seemed to coax any extra space out of his guts. So now the eggs sat heavy in his belly with what was surely an absurd amount of shit behind it. His partner unfortunately did not slow down on the excessive meals, insisting that they still needed their energy to keep healthy and for the laying. They did work with them on what meals were made, however. They settled on more BRAT diet type foods rather than calorically dense meals that would better suit an athlete the night before a marathon. It sat much nicer in his tummy. He still felt terribly stuffed, but none of the cramps and gas from earlier were making a reappearance. All he could do now was waddle around and wait until the eggs decided they were ready. His partner seems very pleased with themselves. Attending to his every need with a bright smile stretching their lips.
He wakes a few nights later drenched in sweat, unsure what woke him untill a sharp stab in his stomach makes him cry out. His knees curl into his body the best they can; he finds himself mindlessly going into a downward dog sort of position to relive the pain. He grunts against the next wave of pain, gasping when he feels something shift down.
Itâs finally time, then. He slaps at the nagas sleeping form the best he can, waves of contractions not really allowing him to move from his position. Theyâre up in a flash, immediately moving them to a nest like pile of blankets they had set up the night before. He had been too sleepy to question the behavior at the time, but was endlessly grateful when they were guided to their knees in the middle of it. The blankets cushioned his knees nicely. A few moans slipped as the kneeling position urged everything to move down. This felt much more natural. He leans against the naga in their nest as his sleepy brain does his best to process the start of his laying.
As he wakes up a bit more, he hears his partner cooing at him. gentle encouragements and assurances that he was doing amazing met his ears. His body was doing what it needed to do. The words helped him feel a little less scared when he felt the first egg push at his sphincter. He still couldnât help but gasp, though, the noise morphing into a strangled groan as the clench pushed everything back up.
âHey, no fighting love. You need to let them out, try pushing.â Their sweet voice held him like a vice, his brain turning to mush as he focused on pushing. He needed to push. He didnât fight the next wave and felt muted horror when his rim started to part around a smooth egg. The strongest cramp yet grips his guts as heâs suddenly stretched around the largest part of the egg. He pushes hard, and the first egg pops free and lands neatly in the pile of blankets. A quiet cheer from his partner has him smiling, leaning against them as he feels more pressure in his ass.
The naga is entranced, feeling nothing but adoration as they watch their partner lay the first few eggs. The way their hole holds tightly onto each one before it pops out. The way it twitches a little after and puffs back out as a new egg makes its way down. Itâs mesmerizing. They love seeing their partner work so hard, they mumble something about keeping him full like this forever before their mind can filter the thought.
âGod, no, please. Mmuhhn- my body canât handle that.â The snake frowned, his body seemed to be handling it perfectly thank you very much, their mate was a perfect incubator!
An hour passes without another egg showing, and with 17 in their nest, the naga declares that their mate is empty. He hardly feels empty, though. Still feeling like there was junk high up in his guts. He was far too delirious to remember his constipation problem, he just wanted to be empty.
âCan you check please?â He presses his tummy in the nagas direction with a pout. Theyâre more than happy to help. They pull the human into their curled up lap and begin to poke at their belly. They massage at a stiff area in the manâs upper stomach, only remembering now about his stomach troubles. They decline to inform their partner, selfishly not wanted them to scramble away from them. This wasnât any different than laying, they were determined to help with this as well, it was technically their fault anyhow.
The human is unaware of his partners intentions, simply enjoying the massage on his sore abs. Heâd spent a good couple hours laying, and gladly welcomed the attention to his body. A foreboding glorp from his guts brings him back, however. He gasps, only now remembering his issue. Heâs paralyzed as his tummy cramps hard, bringing tears to his eyes. Heâs stuck on his knees in front of his partner while his guts push a truly massive dump towards his ass. The second the cramp releases, he stands on wobbly legs in an attempt to escape. The human rushes to the bathroom door, hearing a suprised hiss from behind him. Only staggering a few steps away from the nest before his legs give in.
âStay away pleashhhnâ his face is red and twisted with effort. âI wanna be alone thereâs no more eggs! Can you bring m-mmggh!â He doubles over with a groan. âBathroomâŚplease..â are the last words he can get out before his body decides itâs had enough.
âIâm helping, youâre in no state to be left alone right now. No need to be so stubborn love..â theyâre gentle as they wrap the lower part of their body around the humans middle, hoping the pressure there would help. His ass is still out, leaving room for prying fingers as the naga assesses his situation. He appears to be pushing very very hard, but they see nothing. Maybe it was similar to being egg bound? They had some lube ready if something similar were to happen to the human, but it seems theyâd need it for a slightly different reason. They properly wet their fingers for the task, and squeeze some of the liquid into their partner just for good measure. He pushes immediately at the intrusion, his body wants everything out, not in! A small slick noise is made as his hole gapes around nothing. The snake scrunches their nose in concentration, pinprick eyes focused solely on their mates struggle. An inquiring finger is pushed against twitching muscle. They want to gauge the humans reaction before they do anything. Feeling no resistance, they sink their finger in. The muscle loose and relaxed from the eggs, but theyâre still stopped against a solid mass when they reach up to their second knuckle. Another egg? No, this must be the humans waste. Much more solid than a snakes would be, they feel a twang of sympathy at that, it must be hard work for a human to pass this daily.
âItâs stuckâ he mumbles, resigned to his humiliating fate. He hears a chuckle behind him, it makes his face burn even hotter.
âI can see thatâ they smile gently while they attempt to massage the muscle that was gripping onto the hard mass. Every now and then their mates body would go taut in their hold, and he pushes even harder and louder than when he was laying the eggs. The snakes eyes widen, the poor guy needed to push harder to get this out? No wonder bathroom stuff was so private to humans. They decide to give him a very gentle squeeze on his next push, hoping the added pressure on his stomach would move things along. He all but shrieked in response.
âOw ow ow! Itâssnnggh-huurts! Mâstomach hurtsssâ he writhed in the snakes hold, but they held fast as they watched the progress the squeeze bought. Their mates hole was now being held open by a dark, firm shape. A touch confirmed it was quite hard, almost like a stone. The humans hole held tight around the protrusion, the irregular bumps and edges seemed to make this a lot harder to pass than the smooth shell of an egg. They soothed around a bulging bit of skin above their anus, the naga found that pushing on it moved the waste the tiniest bit out. It was something at least.
âYou can do it, almost there love.â He didnât have the energy to inform them that this was far from the end, the stuffed sensation in their gut telling them they had a lot of shit to get rid of, literally. Their asshole aches around the log thatâs holding him open, each push only popping a few bumpy inches further. Another few rhythmic squeezes to his stomach help, functioning sort of like added peristalsis. He gasps, more waste feels like itâs piling at his sphincter, but that first log held everything in. The human whines as his guts gurgle in protest, rolling from deep within his stomach to up his throat. He has to muffle a few burps; the gas having nowhere else to go.
âLove, I think you need to stand up, letâs walk for a bit.â The snake winces as his partner barks a harsh laugh in response, which morphs into a groan. They watch with a furrowed brow as he pushes again. The waste doesnât even move, just twitches pitifully as his anus bulges.
âI think itâll help get things movingâ they speak gently. It would help sometimes when their own kind were egg bound. They lift him up, not wanting him to waste energy on speaking. The human submits and awkwardly waddles next to the serpent, each step forward making his rim twist around the poop, inching it out slightly. They walk down the stairs together, the human trying not to pay any mind to the fact that this was working. Heâd left a few pebbles behind at the top of the stairs, and did his best a grunt quietly as more poop made an appearance. He collapses as soon as they reach the bottom. Falls to his knees, belly heaving. The naga is relived to look behind them and see a much larger mass than before. They watch in amazement as a big push finally gets it all out. It thuds to the floor, the rest of the excrement looking much smoother and easier to get out. The snake breathes a sigh of relief, finally, itâs over. Theyâre about to reassure their partner again before a strained gasp interrupts them.
âNoâ the word comes out pleading and strained as he somehow manages to get his legs back underneath them. He once again only makes it a few steps before felling back down in a pitiful display. Heâs braced against the bathroom door before the naga can reach him. They gasp as they approach and see their poor, poor partners anus start to widen again.
âUunnggh get oUT! Heâs frantic again, but they just watch as a small pile starts to plop under the humans bottom. This waste seems to be putting a lot less strain on his body. But there was so much of it. They watch as their partners stomach heaves every few second, adding coil after coil to the mound. They approach cautiously, bending down to where he has his sweaty forehead pressed against the door. Too preoccupied grunting out another wave to react. Itâs gotten even softer, making small splats as it dribbles on top of everything else. They place their back against the wall, so they can put their hands back on the humans stomach, which was much less round now.
âLook at me pleaseâ the human whines, thighs shaking as a runny shart bursts out of him. He hates how close the naga has been for all of this. Why werenât they grossed out? Why werenât they leaving him any privacy? Theyâre right there, staring straight into his eyes as his face scrunches with another push. Embarrassing. He wraps both arms protectively around his tummy, bending further at the middle to escape the piercing gaze on him. His belly is grumbling all angry again, a small coo lets him know that the snake hears it too. He has no energy to fight as his hands are removed from his stomach, and heâs held against his partners chest. He canât help but moan as their hands replace where his were, offering a delicious pressure that has his ass squirting. It was all liquid now, it burned his sore hole, but the pain was nothing compared to the relief of having an almost empty tummy. He leaned further against his partner, too weak to do anything but let his ass weakly spill out mess for the next while. The nagas gentle praise made him feel a little better. He hoped they were okay with cleaning up the mess. Heâs pretty sure his body wonât be working at all for the next few days.
This was very fun to write, Iâd love to know yalls thoughts! Iâm also wondering if I should add names to these stories? It feels awkward sometimes not doing it so if anyone has strong opinions about that lemme know. Thank you for reading!! â¤ď¸
