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A caretaker straddling or sitting in the sickie’s lap, rubbing the sickie’s upset stomach

Sickie has an awful gurgly tum, and caretaker can feel it rumbling

Caretaker leans against sickie, their stomachs pressing together

The weight on their belly makes the sickie groan, and their stomach gurgles

Caretaker reaches around to rub sickie’s back, or maybe the sides of their swollen stomach

Sickie's stomach rumbles again, and they pass some gas. They're clearly embarrassed, but caretaker reassures them that it's fine, they don't feel well.

Sickie nods, allowing the caretaker to massage the gas out of their stomach. It's a bit embarrassing, and they still feel kinda queasy, but the decreasing pressure really eases the pain in their stomach.

Until suddenly, deep gurgles and cramp. The sickie goes tense, mumbling to caretaker that they need to move to the bathroom asap.

Caretaker helps them up and to the toilet. They ofc stay with the sickie despite initial protests.

Sickie's hunched over on the toilet, their stomach cramping and rumbling ominously.

Caretaker ventures to reach out a hand, rubbing sickie's stomach again. Their belly is tense and bloated, and it only takes a gentle rub for them to explode with loose, runny stools.

Their belly slowly deflates, with the caretaker massaging their stomach. The cramps are constant and there's no telling whether each fart will spew liquid or gas.

There's a brief period of hollow farting where sickie is too wary to get off the toilet. When they're finally sure they're empty, they let caretaker guide them into a hot shower, cleaning them up and massaging their sore stomach.

Like a charcter whos day is just a series of unfortunate events, they wake up late so can't take their morning dump and they absolutely can't shit in public so suffer all through work, the traffic getting home almost breaks the little control they have and they could almost cry when they see that the elevator is broken, leaving them to make a dash up several flights of stairs to get to their apartment.

They lose all form of control and just let out small wet farts as they race up the stairs and theyre about 3/4 there when they feel themselves start to turtlehead but try as they might they just can't stop themselves and it's when they reach their floor that a long wet fart signals their demise.

All they can do is lean against the wall and squat a little, barely having to push as they shit in their pants and moaning at the relief of finally emptying themselves.

They go home with some hefty antibiotics to help knock out their infection. Their appetite has been super low, so their system is essentially empty. They take a pill with nothing in their stomach and go to bed.

They must have been too feverish to read the pill bottle, cause they’re surprised when they wake up in the middle of the night with excruciating gas pain. They grunt out a few short, wet ‘braps,’ but their stomach seems to need to let out something more solid, so they hurry to the toilet.

There’s not much in them to begin with, but a thin stream of acidic, burning shit sputters our of their ass. Their cramping belly and feverish skin has them dizzy and soaked in a cold sweat as they weakly strain. The way their tummy is gurgling and cramping makes them think they’ve got more to go, but the reality is they’re too empty to pass much more.

They sit on the toilet moaning as they struggle to pass tiny little “frrps” that sputter into the bowl dryly and provide them no relief. After being reduced to a tearful, slouched over lump, they decide to just get back to bed.

They chug a big glass of water before getting back to sleep. It soothes their empty, angry stomach enough to lull them to sleep, but they’re awoken a half hour later.

They barely make it to the toilet before an explosion of watery diarrhea surges from their rear, making them cry out in pain. They feel so ill. What’s the matter with them??

They notice their pill bottle on the bathroom sink and reach for it. In large warning letters it reads, “Take with a meal, may cause explosive diarrhea.” They groan. A loud, slimy gurgle struggles through their bowels and they sigh, grunting to push out a wet blast into the bowl.

their belly swells up like a balloon and they can hear gas gurgling around inside along with some watery sloshes but they still figure that it’s just bad gas trapped somewhere in their guts

but they’re getting so tired that all they want to do when they get home is lay down and sleep but their stomach is still so bloated and achy that they can’t get comfortable. so they just lie down on their bed and massage their painfully bloated tummy, huffing and moaning with discomfort the whole time while their bowels grumble and cramp

it takes a while before they manage to work the gas down lower in their intestines and they can rip a few loud, slightly wet farts. every fart is a little less pressure on their belly and they groan with relief every time, blasting out increasingly less intense farts until they’re letting out small, wet leaks of gas

they expect to feel better after expelling so much gas but they feel clammy and weak and a little queasy from the contractions in their guts. their belly still feels terribly over full though so they sigh and keep rubbing their tummy, pushing their fingers deep into their stomach to try to soothe their agitated intestines. they can feel another big cramp coming on and pushing at their asshole, so they clutch their belly and bear down...

and mushy shit immediately floods out of their ass and fills their underwear. they instantly try to clamp their asshole shut but they’re so sick that all they can do is lie there, their belly forcefully convulsing with each cramp and doing work to push a huge amount of loose crap into their pants and bedding. they try to stop at first but soon resign themselves to their uncontrollable shitting. all they can do is moan and rub their stomach as they unload diarrhea into their underwear

I see “a legally binding excuse for twenty pages of caretaking.”

• "Can you check if I have a fever?"

• "Hey, you okay? You got really pale all of a sudden." "N-no, I'm about to---mmph!---throw up..."

• "Do you know where the ibuprofen is? My head is killing me."

• "I think I'm coming down with something..."

• "What's wrong, sickie? You seem off today." "I don't feel well..."

• "My stomach hurts..."

• Sickie waking up Caretaker because they need something and feel too bad to get it themself

• Sickie starting to feel ill while out with Caretaker and asking them if they can go home

• "My body's so achy right now..."

• "Caretaker? Can you come home/pick me up? I feel like crap."

• "Can you make me some tea please?"

• "I-I---woah---I need to s-sit down..."

• "God, I feel nauseous..."

• Caretaker finding Sickie taking their temperature

• "You don't look so good." "I don't feel so good."

• "Oh no! Are you sick?" "I think so..."

• Sickie pressing their blazing forehead to Caretaker's colder forehead/neck/shoulder/etc for relief

• "You got me sick."

• "My bones feel like lead..."

• "I don't think I can even sit up without getting dizzy..."

• Sickie leaning on Caretaker because they're too weak to walk on their own

• "I just threw up..."

• "As much as I'd love a good morning kiss, I don't think you want my cold."

YESSS I LOVE THIS ONE this is goood shit. The combination of nerves and junk food does a number on the stomach. It’s not taken into consideration though as the guys main focus is to just get though the date successfully. They feel their stomach bubble just as the movie starts. They have to chose between making the embarrassing move of leaving your date alone, or sit through his tummy ache for two hours. Even worse it’s a horror movie, which he does terrible with. Each cheap jump scare has him lifting out of his seat. The panicked clench of his body making it much harder to hold everything in. Does his date try to make a move while he’s sat there clenched and desperate? Maybe he shits himself in one big dramatic gush, impossible to hide from their date. Or maybe it happens over the course of the movie? Each scare causing sludge to squirt into his boxers, and their date is polite and not mentioning the smell. Maybe they end up breaking down in tears as the credits roll, or they shamefully leave the theatre with pants full of diarrhea and are forced to admit to their date what happened.

Many possibilities, but they are very understanding no matter what and the whole ordeal makes them closer than ever.