Bloated - The Old Fashioned Way
A/N: Decided to write my first story featuring my other fetish. I decided I am going to make this second person and unisex, meaning that anyone can place themselves in the point of view, no madder if they’re a male or female.
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Being readily available in the city is what makes Mercy extremely reliable and qualified. It wasn’t the same as an actual doctor’s office, but nevertheless, reliable at best. Patients would frequently visit her, as she operated out of her house. Her patients had a 100% satisfaction rate, and her home essentially became a mini hospital for minor medical problems.
That is what made you decide to pay her a visit today. Slight, but irritating stomach pains. But that wasn’t the only issue. It was a slow day for her, so she didn’t at all mind if you were to just show up without scheduling an appointment. After waiting for a few seconds, and woman with distinct blonde hair, a white dress, and bare feet quickly responded. She was very suprised, yet excited, when she saw what the other, obvious problem was.
She looked down at your big, massive gut. Your shirt could barely contain it. It groaned and gurgled softly.
“Well, is there anything I can help you with? Besides the obvious. Come and have a seat on my bed, and maybe we can talk about what is going on. ”
You slowly walk to the bed, which took great effort because of your massive belly. You had to gently sit down to prevent from damaging the internal structure of the mattress.
“My my, that is such a big belly you’ve got there” Mercy said, trying hard but failing not to giggle.
You respond back by giggling as well. You briefly summarise and go into detail about what your condition. You’re stomach being big and rounded out, and thus causing pain. Of course, Mercy usually had an easy fix for this. But first, she wanted to examine your belly some more.
“Alright... I am going to need to need to lift your shirt.”
She swiftly lifts your shirt over your tummy, and quickly grabs two ends and ties them in a knot to keep your belly exposed. Then, reaching over, she grabs a stethoscope, and pressed against your aching body. She could hear the loud gurgling noises.
“Did you eat anyone recently? I actually get a lot of voraphillic patients who have complications because of that. I think it was probably Widowmaker - she is soooo easy to eat.”
Of course, you weren’t entirely sure how your stomach got that large in the slightest.
“Mmmm.. maybe you might have eaten too much.” Mercy then quickly realised that no one couldn’t get THAT bloated by simply eating.
“Well, we can find what the cause of this is later. Let’s try and focus on making your belly feel better.” Said Mercy as she headed to the cabinet. But to her dismay, she couldn’t find the specific medicine anywhere.
“Dammit, where did I put that?”
She tried checking other cabinets. But the medicine was no wear to be found.
“Oh well...” Mercy looked at you and groaned, trying to hide her excitement, “I guess we’ll just have to do this the old fashioned way.”
Mercy walked back over the cabinets, and grabbed a bottle of lotion, she headed back to you.
“Now, I am going to need you to lie down again.” She fought back a smile, trying really hard to keep a serious face. “If you don’t mind, I am going to massage your belly.” She held the bottle of lotion with one hand, tapping on it with her long nails using her other hand.
Without any resistance or reluctance, you laid back on the bed and allowed Mercy to take control. She proceeds to take a deep breath, squirts some lotion into her hand and rubs her hands together. And then, very slowly yet eagerly, she begins to spread the lotion across your tummy.
The lotion made her hands feel cold. But the quickly warmed up once she began to massage the lotion in. Her gentle touch was definitely soothing. And it almost made you want to fall asleep already. But Mercy kept you awake using small talk.
“Y’know, I was mostly suprised on how round your tummy is. It’s not flabby at all. It’s just like a big balloon. It seems like whatever you ate went straight to your belly... and stayed there.”
Mercy continues to massage the lotion into your big round belly, using many differant “manoeuvres”. She gently rubbed the inside of your belly button with her finger, with her other hand rubbing back and forth atop of your gut. She would then move her hands to both sides on your bloated belly, rubbing her hands in circular motion. All while you laid there, overwhelmed with relaxation.
Eventually you couldn’t help but close your eyes. Futilely blinking them to try and stay awake.
“Oh no — if you want to go to sleep that’s perfectly fine. Just rest your head.”
You took a long deep breath, making your tummy expand slightly as you did so, and laid your head back once more. But you couldn’t help notice a specifically labelled container on the counter. But meh, it wasn’t that big of a deal. Sleeping was the only thing you cared about at the moment.
And Mercy was still enjoying this, as she reached over to squirt more lotion into her hand.
