Oh, my poor, heavy belly. I'm wincing as I rub lotion over my swollen gut. It feels like each press of my fingers makes the packed fullness gurgle and shift. It really does feel like a boulder is lodged inside me, solid and unyielding after such an insane feast.
But that’s what lotion and love are for, right? It’s okay, tummy. Just gotta give you some love before I rest.
The cream glides over my taut skin as I massage in slow circles, teasing out little groans—from myself and my stomach. Finally, I think my belly is satisfied enough for me to flop onto my back like an overturned tortoise. I think I'm being immobilized by my own gluttony.
John C.
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