I’m imagining someone who’s just… feeling sick. I’ve been a little obsessed with the idea of cult leaders recently, so maybe someone who has a whole harem of lovers to look after them.
Their belly is bloated and sore and tender, but they can’t seem to figure out why. After lunch, they find that they just can’t work because their pants are too tight and it hurts their belly, so they go sit down on the sofa and unbutton their pants. The moment they do that, a handful of lovers come over to service them, but then they realise that their leader isn’t feeling so good. Their belly is spilling out over the waistband of their underwear, taut and lined where their pants dug in.
“Where’s it hurting?” the lovers coo as two of them sit next to the leader, and one of them positions themself on the floor in between their knees. The moment they put a hand on their tummy and grimace, there’s three different hands descending on their abdomen too, rubbing and massaging to try and soothe the ache. The leader doesn’t have to say a thing - all their pain is written on their face and expressed in the way they arch their back to push their aching tummy into their waiting hands.
“My belly isn’t feeling so good,” the leader admits, moaning as a hand jostles their stomach, making them burp. The lovers work together to make their leader feel better, and they coax up a number of burps before turning to their guts. That part of their belly is definitely bloated, and the rubbing causes their upset belly to rumble and churn.
“I’m… I’m going to fart. You’d better move,” the leader warns, and the lover on the floor only giggles before getting up to sit behind them, stroking their hair and shoulders gently as the other two continue to rub their belly. A loud fart rips out of the leader, and they blush. They’re uncharacteristically shy about passing gas, and they try to clench up, but their lovers don’t let them. All three of them encourage them to fart and push, because they can’t stand to see their beloved leader feeling so miserable thanks to a bellyache.
The leader still isn’t feeling too well, because their tummy is cramping up now, feeling tight and agitated. Although they’re trying to relax and enjoy the ministrations offered by all three, their tummy just has other plans. The leader is finding it hard to sit still as their belly squeezes painfully and grumbles loudly enough to be heard. “Oh god, my stomach,” the leader moans, their hands over their lovers’ hands on their upset belly. “It hurts so badly. It’s killing me.”
“Just let go,” one of the lovers advises, and that’s exactly what the leader does next. They have no choice - all three hands descend on their sick tummy and push right below their navel, causing their system to be overwhelmed. With a whimper, the great and mighty leader begins to mess their pants uncontrollably, their upset belly pushing out what’s making them hurt so badly inside.