Ugh.. Every time. Every single time.
Why did he let Sam take him to those sketchy foreign restaurants? He knew his stomach was sensitive, and today's spicy Indian food was wreaking havoc.
His tummy gurgled again and he looked up at the back of Sam's head; they were walking home from the restaurant and she was leading the way.
The way she walked was so masculine. She was slightly hunched over and her hands naturally balled into fists, plus with her shaved head she looked like she could be a gang member. Joel smiled, he knew she was the sweetest person who walked this earth. The thought of her hurting even a fly was bizarre.
He blushed and thanked her softly as she held the door to their apartment complex open for him. He pushed the button for the elevator and waited while Sam wrapped her long arms around him.
"How'd you like the food?" She asked. She'd always been fond of foreign food, her stomach was never bothered by anything.
"It was good." Joel mumbled sheepishly. She smiled and kissed the top of his head as the elevator doors opened.
She pushed the 23rd flood and leaned against the railing on the wall. Joel hated this elevator, it was old, rickety and scary, but it beat walking up 23 flights of stairs. His stomach gurgled again as a cramp took hold of him. He looked at Sam, her eyes were closed and she sleepily hummed along to the elevator music that played over and over again every time you got in.
Joel assumed he was safe to let his face scrunch up and rub at the cramp without Her noticing.
The elevator jerked to a stop, the lights flickering on and off.
Sam yelled, immediately awake, putting her arm protectively in front of Joel. A habit that had developed about a year ago.
Sam laughed, "The old thing finally broke!" She pushed the emergency button and leaned back against the railing.
Joel's stomach gurgled again and he couldn't help the small whimper that left his throat.
"Baby." Her voice was gentle yet demanded attention. He looked over at her, obviously embarrassed.
"You've been acting funny, the food messing with your sensitive tummy?"
Joel didn't look her in the eyes, his chubby cheeks turning a dark crimson.
She turned him around so that his back was leaning against her stomach and she started to rub the sides of his belly. He sighed as the pressure relived some of the pain.
"Uuuuuuhhhhh... I'm so bloated.." he whined, grabbing one of Sam's hands and putting it below his belly button.
"Does it hurt here?" She asked sweetly.
"Yes, ooooohhhh.. why did we think Indian food was a good idea?"
Sam cooed, "Poor baby," she rubbed a little harder, "mommy's here."
Joel moaned as he felt her massage a gas bubble, grabbing her hands and trying to get her to stop.
She rubbed deeper instead.
"Sam, stop you're gonna-" he was cut off as Sam suddenly squeezed his belly.
Joel moaned in relief, knees wobbling as he leaned into Sam's arms. Sam inhaled through her nose and smiled, rubbing Joel's stomach more. She looked down at him and saw that relief had been replaced with embarrassment.
"O-oh, god, Sam, I'm so sorry, e-excuse me."
She laughed down at him, "Oh, baby, don't be sorry! You're so cute when you toot!"
She sat down cross-legged and pulled Joel down to sit on her lap. She massaged his stomach more, finding the gas bubbles that were giving him pain.
"Uuuoohhh.. here," he put his hand over her's and led her to the lower left of his tummy, "Ow ow ow.. cramp.." he whimpered, pressing Sam's hand into his stomach.
She smiled and pressed a little harder..
A wet, eggy fart right onto Sam's lap. Joel moaned in relief again, lifting his head up and leaning back against Sam's chest.
"Aww, you precious little thing!" She hugged him
He blushed, "s'cuse me.."
The small elevator held it all in, not letting any of the fumes escape. Sam smelled the nasty air again, and let out a audible sigh.
She could feel her underwear start to dampen, she loved it when Joel got like this. She felt his stomach contract and he let out a small grunt before-
Sam's legs clenched, she loved his cute little moans afterwards.
It started to smell really bad, Joel fanned his nose, turning a deep crimson.
"Oh, god, I'm dutch oven-ing us.."
He plugged his nose as another wet fart gushed out of his backside directly onto Sam's lap.
Sam loved his smell, but she couldn't help but cough. She felt herself bucking her hips and tried to stop, but as another greasy fart left her boyfriend she couldn't help it. She kissed his neck, thrusting her hips at his fat, squishy ass.
Joel leaned his head back, her tongue on his neck giving him chills. Sam moved one of her hands from rubbing his stomach to his crotch.
A smaller one that time, but a nasty reek came from it. The elevator trapped it all in, there was no fresh air. Joel was plugging his nose and fanning around his face, whimpering and moaning when Sam would touch him. She felt him get hard and kissed his neck again, she unzipped his pants.
Her hips thrust hard into Joel's gassy butt, a low growl leaving her throat. She sank her hand underneath his pants and briefs and-
The doors to the elevator started to open and Joel scrambled to get up, needing a small push from Sam. The worker got the doors open and immediately began to cough, making Joel's cheeks turn a dark red.
"Thank you so much, I really appreciate your help!" Sam cut him off, gently resting her hands on Joel's shoulders and ushering him forward out of the elevator.
"Looks like we gotta take the stairs, baby."
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