“Hey baby, I’m home..” You step into your apartment with bags full of ingredients to make carbonara. Your puppy boyfriend had requested carbonara for dinner today and you complied despite knowing how much his belly hated lactose.
“Hey babe!” He jumps off the couch with excitement to come and greet you with a kiss on the cheek. “I finished my coloring page today, wanna see?”
“Sure, doll. Let me set these bags down first..” You smile and kiss him back. He offers to help unload everything, but you tell him to go wash up before dinner. He takes a shower while you cook, blissfully unaware of the troubles that were to follow.
“Want another serving? There’s plenty more where that came from..” You take his empty plate back to the kitchen to fill it back up for the second time. “There’s more garlic cheese bread if you want..”
“I’m feeling pretty full.. but if you’re offering..” He blushes, watching you take away his plate. “This is delicious, thank you so much for cooking tonight..”
“Of course my love. Anything for my puppy..”
It didn’t take long before you heard his stomach start to gurgle from the other side of the couch. Three full plates of carbonara on top of eating cheesy bread and chugging soda made his stomach into a war zone.
“Something wrong?” You ask, already scooting closer to him. He didn’t bother hiding this from you and his face was already giving him away.
He had one hand on his stomach. “My tummy is starting to hurt..” He puts his head on your shoulder and leans in. “I don’t feel good..” He starts to whine.
“Aw my poor baby.. c’mere..” You gently lift up his shirt and make him lay down, his bare belly now exposed and ready for rubs. “Shhh shh.. tell me where it hurts..”
“All up here..” He scrunches up his face and rubs the top of his stomach. “I ate way too much..”
“You were quite the hungry puppy.. it’ll be okay..” You press your hands into his bloated gut as it starts to churn angrily.
All the heavy food was having a hard time digesting and gas began to build inside, rounding out his aching gut. He squirmed softly as you rubbed circles all over his upset tummy.
“Uuurrrppp..” He belched and turned away. Your hands pressing that trapped gas out of him. “Ohhhhh.. that felt good..”
“Good job, puppy..” You kept rubbing his belly but soon noticed a shift in the air. The belches soon became more wet and sickly.
“Bbllluuuurrpp.. nnngh—“ He sat up, one hand over his mouth. He closed his eyes and gagged again, and you were already reaching for the trashcan.
“Shh shh.. I got you.. ” You put the trash can in front of him and start to rub his back. He did his best to hold it in until another sickly gurgle ripped through him.
“Hhhhurkk!” He retched harshly into the bin, his stomach muscles tensing up. “Nnngh.. my tummy hurts so much.. help.. please.. I need you..” He whimpered between gags.
While he puked, you sat behind him to soothe his queasy tummy with one hand and hold his hair back with the other.
“Just let it out, darling.. I’m right here..” You whisper into his ear. You wiped his mouth with a wet towel and held him steady for another round of puking.
“Th.. thank you..” He leaned back into you, closing his eyes while waiting for his belly to start up again.
It was going to be long night for the both of you.
