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The next day Mary
woke up beside Thomas, both of her arms draped around his waist and
his head nested in between her chin and shoulder. She smoothed a flat
palm over his belly, to find that it hadn't shrunk as much in the
night as she'd hoped. It still pushed against the fabric of his
shirt, standing out in contrast to his slim hips. Feeling a pang of
pity for her man, Mary rolled onto her side and pressed a gentle kiss
to his forehead. She hoped he would sleep a bit longer and let his
tummy go back to normal, but the kiss seemed to awaken him from his
determined slumber. "Mer...?" Tom murmured, his voice laced
with sleep and pain.






"Right here,
Tom." Mary murmured, stroking a hand down his bare back to
soothe him. It seemed that his tummy ache hadn't dissipated in the
night. A sickly gurgle filled the silence between them, followed by a
groan of agony from Tom. "Sweetie?" Mary asked, sitting up
a bit so that she could turn on their bedside light. Thomas only
squirmed away from the light, wrapping his arms around his stomach
and burying his head in Mary's breasts. Typically this was an
invitation for something completely different, but Mary could tell
that Thomas wasn't feeling anywhere near sexy. She flipped the light
off and snuggled back down beside Tom. "Alright, back to bed
then." She soothed, wrapping her arms around Tom's middle so she
could cup his swollen belly in her warm hands.






They lay there for a
while, Mary holding Tom close and doing everything in her power to
soothe his sickly stomach, and Tom doing his best to pretend that he
wasn't in any pain. A few times Mary asked if how he felt, and he
tried to deny his discomfort, but his stomach gurgled otherwise. It
seemed that the bellyache had no intention of going away easily.






Around noon, Mary
had drifted off beside Thomas when she was woken by a particularly
sick sound coming from his stomach. She opened her eyes to find
Thomas curled around her hands, desperately trying to push them into
the center of his belly. "Sweetie." She murmured, pulling a
way and sitting up. She turned on the light and studied her man.
Thomas was pale and sweaty and his eyes  were red with exhaustion.
Gently Mary stroked her boyfriend's soft hair and smiled down at him.
"Hey, it'll be okay." She promised. "I'm here."






"Mary..."
Thomas moaned as a new series of cramps racked through his stomach.
"Help, please." Mary's heart broke a little bit, seeing him
like this, but she nodded.






"Lay on your
back for me." Mary instructed. Slowly Thomas obeyed, laying back
with his poor tummy stuck up in the air. Mary made her move then, she
took her position on his hips, to give pressure to his lower tummy,
and then began to rub gentle circles on Thomas's upper belly. Moans
followed, some of pleasure but most of pain. As Mary began to grow
more confident she applied gentle pressure to the cramps on Thomas’s
side. He moaned softly, as the pain began to alleviate and pleasure
began to take over. She lay her hand flat across the strip of swollen
belly beneath his belly button and pushed down. Instantly Thomas let
loose a series of deep burps, blushing deeper with each belch. “I’m
so—uuuurrp---sorry.” He groaned, looking embarrassed.
Mary pressed a kiss to his lips and tangled her hand in his soft
hair.






“Focus on
feeling better.” She ordered. Thomas nodded, turning his head
to let out another belch. It seemed that the pressure of Mary’s
belly on top of his was helping the gas move throughout his body.
Slowly, burp after burp, Tom’s stomach began to deflate and the
cramps seemed to cease. Mary rubbed a few more cramps out for Tom.
And then slowly Tom seemed to enjoy Mary’s attention more and
more. He squirmed lightly under her hands, guiding them to aches and
pains. He moaned out of pleasure and finally, pulled her completely
on top of him.






“You’re
so amazing.” He murmured, kissing Mary joyously, his hands
slipping under her tank top and cupping her breasts. “Thank
you.” Mary smiled down at him, pressing soft kisses to his
jawline and forehead.






“Anything for
you.”

Pizza was Mary's favorite food in the whole wide world. Ever since she was little, she and her dad had eaten pizza every Friday night in celebration of the weekend's arrival. And now that Mary was on her own and fresh out of college, she decided that this weekend needed celebrating too. Her favorite pizza place had been a local joint called "Louthanne's", which had shut down a few years earlier when the chain business had grown too competitive. Yet, this development didn't discourage Mary from ordering pizza. Instead she simply asked her boyfriend, Thomas, if he wouldn't mind picking a good pizza restaurant for the night. Thomas was extraordinary at picking good restaurants. He just seemed to have a knack for scrolling through reviews and ratings to find the best place around. Mary sheepishly admitted that it was one of her favorite qualities about him. Aside from his kindness and ability to soothe her frequent stomach aches. 

That night, once Thomas returned home from work, Mary's boyfriend sat down in front of his laptop and searched up a quality delivery pizza restaurant. Mary took it from there, quickly ordered a pineapple and sausage, pepperoni and black olive, and two cheesy breads. Thomas was well known for his ability to eat anything and everything without even a twinge of stomach pain, and Mary just loved to try a little bit of everything, so she banked on Thomas being able to eat the remainder of the food. However, Thomas seemed a bit off that day. Instead of his normal chipper self, he was quieter. He crashed on the couch whilst Mary ordered the pizza and selected a good movie. Mary could have sworn she saw his hand drift over his stomach a few times, out of the corner of her eye. However she ignored it. Thomas had his family's 'cast-iron stomach' as they called it, which meant that he rarely got tummy aches or anything of the sort. Mary assumed that his discomfort was probably related to work and brushed off any concern.

Then the pizza arrived. It smelled delicious and Mary could barely keep herself from eating a slice as she carried it into the kitchen. Yet, she forced herself to wait until she had pulled napkins, plates, and glasses from the cupboards. She poured herself sprite and Thomas coke and brought the fizzy glasses and everything else out to the living room. "Dinner's served." Mary announced, popping in the movie and sitting beside her quiet boyfriend. She pressed a kiss to his cheek and loaded her plate with two slices of pizza and three pieces of cheesy bread. The pair quietly munched away, Mary's focus on the pizza before her and the comedy on the television. She made it through three slices of pizza and five pieces of cheesy bread before her tummy warned her that she was too full to continue. Feeling full and warm, she sipped at her Sprite.

Thomas, however, showed no sign of stopping. He plowed his way through the remaining sausage and pineapple (Mary's clear favorite) and both cheesy breads. His munching slowed on the last pizza, but he continued to eat, alternating between gulps of coke and bites of pizza. Mary, despite herself, couldn't keep from watching as her boyfriend's normally small stomach swelled in size. Finally, only two pieces of pizza remained. Thomas set his plate down and wiped at his mouth with his napkin. He seemed uncomfortable on the couch, yet said nothing. Mary looked over at him and he caught her gaze. 

"Full?" She asked, smiling gently at him. If he was done eating, then they could cuddle. Thomas shook his head. 

"No I'll finish the others in a minute. I'm just taking a br--" A sickly sounding gurgle sounded through the room, Mary looked down at her own stomach, only to realize that the noise was coming from Thomas's. Thomas looked surprised too. He laid a hand over his swollen tummy and gently rubbed. A belch followed a second sickly gurgle and Thomas's cheeks turned pink. "Sorry Mary." He murmured, his eyes going a bit wide. 

"Don't worry, honey." Mary murmured, sliding over closer to lay a hand on his tummy. "Do you have a bellyache?" Thomas immediately shook his head, and grabbed another pizza slice. 

"Just hungry, babe." He said, removing Mary's hand from his belly. Mary felt a bit hurt, clearly something was wrong with him, but he wouldn't tell her. What had she done wrong? Determined to have a good night, Mary turned back to the television and away from her boyfriend. She didn't see Thomas eat the last two pieces of pizza, but she heard his stomach grown in protest after each bite. Yet she did nothing. 

And then the moaning started. At first it was just a little groan, Thomas shifted on the coach and then let out a soft whimper of discomfort. Mary ignored that too. If he wouldn't tell her the truth then she wasn't going to help him. Yet the whimpers continued. "oooh" Thomas moaned, after a particularly loud gurgle. Mary heard the sound of skin on cloth and guessed her boyfriend was attempting to rub his swollen tummy. "oooh" Another moan followed a series of particularly loud gurgles. 

Mary couldn't focus on the television anymore. Her head was tilted in her boyfriend's direction, listening to his moans of pain. She was just about to turn to see if he was okay when he spoke. "Mary," he whimpered, "my tummy..." He didn't finish the sentence because a gurgle cut him off. Mary turned, to find her boyfriend curled in the fetus position with both of his large hands on his taut belly. Instantly Mary felt guilty. 

"Tom," She murmured, leaning over him to brush brown hair out of his eyes. "Do you have a tummy ache?" Thomas hesitated, his cheeks turning pink with humiliation. 

"Yes..." He whimpered. "Ooooh, my tummy," he whispered as another gurgle rumbled through his lower belly. 

"Oh sweetheart," Mary cooed, gently removing his hands from his belly and replacing them with her own. "Did you eat too much?" Thomas could only nod, in between moans of pain as his guts churned. Mary began to work her magic. She convinced her boyfriend to lay on his back on their couch and then she climbed onto his hips. Starting at the top of his belly she rubbed gentle circles, helping the food move through his intestines. 

"I had a tummy ache at the office." Thomas admitted, as Mary coaxed a burp out of him. "It hurt so bad I thought I might throw up." Mary raised an eyebrow and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. 

"Why didn't you say something?" She asked, kneading just below his belly button with both fists.

"Oooh...I was feeling...oof....better." Thomas said, letting out a belch. His gut gurgled in response, but the poor man was starting to feel less uncomfortable. 

"Do you want to go lay down?" Mary asked, sensing that this tummy ache was going to take all night. Thomas only nodded, before a sharp pain cut through his side and he cried out. Mary's cool hands were already there, rubbing out his large cramps. She helped him up from the couch and then into their bed, where she continued to care for his rumbly tummy all night. 
    Mary had eaten too much, that was for sure. She had started to feel the tightness back around the third soft pretzel and cheese, but now after the funnel cake, three cokes, two beers, and four cupcakes, she felt a little drunk and pretty sick. Her stomach gurgled underneath her sweatshirt and she had to sit down as a wave of nausea overwhelmed her. She sipped on her recently purchased sprite, hoping that it would ease the pain in her stomach a little, but no such luck. She closed her eyes and pushed her fingers into her stomach. The resulting gurgle filled her mouth with vomit. She swallowed it back down with a moan and closed her eyes. 
    
    She wanted to go home, but her friends were still on rides and there was no way she could make it back to the car by herself. Her forehead was slick with sweat and her overstuffed stomach felt like it weighed a ton. She moaned again, more nausea coming and tried, fruitlessly, to rub the ache away. She stuck her hand up her shirt and fidgeted uselessly with her belly button when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to find her boyfriend Thomas looking down at her.

    "Hey Mer." he said with a smile, he took her hand in his and sat beside her. "We miss you on the rides." He smiled softly. "I miss you." Mary forced a smile and looked at him. Her ache got worse and she furrowed her brow. "Mer? Are you okay?" Thomas asked, his eyes concerned. Mary flushed red, looking up at him. She was too embarrassed to tell him what she'd done to herself, but it hurt sooo bad. Maybe he could help her back to the car. Or even...no....she wouldn't even think about it. A tummy rub was too much to ask. 

    "I think I ate too much." Mary said, rubbing a hand over her under belly. It gurgled in response as if to say, that's an understatement. Mary hid her head in her boyfriend's shoulder. Thomas made a soft soothing noise and rubbed her back.

    "Do you have a tummy ache, sweetheart?" Thomas asked, to which Mary only nodded. Thomas kissed her forehead. "You know that greasy food makes you sick." He murmured, as this wasn't the first time Mary had been feeling lousy at a fair. She nodded again.

    "It's just so good." she whined softly and closed her eyes. Thomas gently ran his hand over her stomach, something that sent shivers up her spine. It felt so good. She was about to tell him that when she felt the gurgles start. Hot vomit rose in her throat and she pulled away and ran to the trash can. Thomas was right behind her and, mercifully, held her hair back as she vomited forty dollars worth of fair food into the garbage. Then, as another heat wave hit her she passed out. 

    Mary woke in the back of Thomas's jeep, her head in his lap and his hand stroking back her hair from her sweaty forehead. Her stomach hurt, a low ache in the underbelly and she moaned slightly. She didn't feel good, she was still hot and the movement of the car was only making her dizzy. "Tom." She murmured softly. "I don't feel so good." Her boyfriend nodded, bending down to kiss her nose. 

    "I know sweetheart." He said, his eyes on hers. "We're almost home." Mary nodded and closed her eyes, falling back asleep in Tom's arms. 
Pizza was Mary's favorite food in the whole wide world. Ever since she was little, she and her dad had eaten pizza every Friday night in celebration of the weekend's arrival. And now that Mary was on her own and fresh out of college, she decided that this weekend needed celebrating too. Her favorite pizza place had been a local joint called "Louthanne's", which had shut down a few years earlier when the chain business had grown too competitive. Yet, this development didn't discourage Mary from ordering pizza. Instead she simply asked her boyfriend, Thomas, if he wouldn't mind picking a good pizza restaurant for the night. Thomas was extraordinary at picking good restaurants. He just seemed to have a knack for scrolling through reviews and ratings to find the best place around. Mary sheepishly admitted that it was one of her favorite qualities about him. Aside from his kindness and ability to soothe her frequent stomach aches. 

That night, once Thomas returned home from work, Mary's boyfriend sat down in front of his laptop and searched up a quality delivery pizza restaurant. Mary took it from there, quickly ordered a pineapple and sausage, pepperoni and black olive, and two cheesy breads. Thomas was well known for his ability to eat anything and everything without even a twinge of stomach pain, and Mary just loved to try a little bit of everything, so she banked on Thomas being able to eat the remainder of the food. However, Thomas seemed a bit off that day. Instead of his normal chipper self, he was quieter. He crashed on the couch whilst Mary ordered the pizza and selected a good movie. Mary could have sworn she saw his hand drift over his stomach a few times, out of the corner of her eye. However she ignored it. Thomas had his family's 'cast-iron stomach' as they called it, which meant that he rarely got tummy aches or anything of the sort. Mary assumed that his discomfort was probably related to work and brushed off any concern.

Then the pizza arrived. It smelled delicious and Mary could barely keep herself from eating a slice as she carried it into the kitchen. Yet, she forced herself to wait until she had pulled napkins, plates, and glasses from the cupboards. She poured herself sprite and Thomas coke and brought the fizzy glasses and everything else out to the living room. "Dinner's served." Mary announced, popping in the movie and sitting beside her quiet boyfriend. She pressed a kiss to his cheek and loaded her plate with two slices of pizza and three pieces of cheesy bread. The pair quietly munched away, Mary's focus on the pizza before her and the comedy on the television. She made it through three slices of pizza and five pieces of cheesy bread before her tummy warned her that she was too full to continue. Feeling full and warm, she sipped at her Sprite.

Thomas, however, showed no sign of stopping. He plowed his way through the remaining sausage and pineapple (Mary's clear favorite) and both cheesy breads. His munching slowed on the last pizza, but he continued to eat, alternating between gulps of coke and bites of pizza. Mary, despite herself, couldn't keep from watching as her boyfriend's normally small stomach swelled in size. Finally, only two pieces of pizza remained. Thomas set his plate down and wiped at his mouth with his napkin. He seemed uncomfortable on the couch, yet said nothing. Mary looked over at him and he caught her gaze. 

"Full?" She asked, smiling gently at him. If he was done eating, then they could cuddle. Thomas shook his head. 

"No I'll finish the others in a minute. I'm just taking a br--" A sickly sounding gurgle sounded through the room, Mary looked down at her own stomach, only to realize that the noise was coming from Thomas's. Thomas looked surprised too. He laid a hand over his swollen tummy and gently rubbed. A belch followed a second sickly gurgle and Thomas's cheeks turned pink. "Sorry Mary." He murmured, his eyes going a bit wide. 

"Don't worry, honey." Mary murmured, sliding over closer to lay a hand on his tummy. "Do you have a bellyache?" Thomas immediately shook his head, and grabbed another pizza slice. 

"Just hungry, babe." He said, removing Mary's hand from his belly. Mary felt a bit hurt, clearly something was wrong with him, but he wouldn't tell her. What had she done wrong? Determined to have a good night, Mary turned back to the television and away from her boyfriend. She didn't see Thomas eat the last two pieces of pizza, but she heard his stomach grown in protest after each bite. Yet she did nothing. 

And then the moaning started. At first it was just a little groan, Thomas shifted on the coach and then let out a soft whimper of discomfort. Mary ignored that too. If he wouldn't tell her the truth then she wasn't going to help him. Yet the whimpers continued. "oooh" Thomas moaned, after a particularly loud gurgle. Mary heard the sound of skin on cloth and guessed her boyfriend was attempting to rub his swollen tummy. "oooh" Another moan followed a series of particularly loud gurgles. 

Mary couldn't focus on the television anymore. Her head was tilted in her boyfriend's direction, listening to his moans of pain. She was just about to turn to see if he was okay when he spoke. "Mary," he whimpered, "my tummy..." He didn't finish the sentence because a gurgle cut him off. Mary turned, to find her boyfriend curled in the fetus position with both of his large hands on his taut belly. Instantly Mary felt guilty. 

"Tom," She murmured, leaning over him to brush brown hair out of his eyes. "Do you have a tummy ache?" Thomas hesitated, his cheeks turning pink with humiliation. 

"Yes..." He whimpered. "Ooooh, my tummy," he whispered as another gurgle rumbled through his lower belly. 

"Oh sweetheart," Mary cooed, gently removing his hands from his belly and replacing them with her own. "Did you eat too much?" Thomas could only nod, in between moans of pain as his guts churned. Mary began to work her magic. She convinced her boyfriend to lay on his back on their couch and then she climbed onto his hips. Starting at the top of his belly she rubbed gentle circles, helping the food move through his intestines. 

"I had a tummy ache at the office." Thomas admitted, as Mary coaxed a burp out of him. "It hurt so bad I thought I might throw up." Mary raised an eyebrow and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. 

"Why didn't you say something?" She asked, kneading just below his belly button with both fists.

"Oooh...I was feeling...oof....better." Thomas said, letting out a belch. His gut gurgled in response, but the poor man was starting to feel less uncomfortable. 

"Do you want to go lay down?" Mary asked, sensing that this tummy ache was going to take all night. Thomas only nodded, before a sharp pain cut through his side and he cried out. Mary's cool hands were already there, rubbing out his large cramps. She helped him up from the couch and then into their bed, where she continued to care for his rumbly tummy all night. 

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I loooooove to write, hit me up if you want something done. I will write pretty much everything, but super sexual, and I love sick fics.

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