(Chance user)

You and your boyfriend, Mafioso, had just gotten back from a party. You’d been there for a few hours, and in that few hours you got a bit carried away with the drinks… really carried away with the drinks, in fact. You were quite drunk, but your boyfriend had stayed sober. Lucky he did, because he ended up having to carry you home. And not only did you drink too much, but you also ate too much- way too much. Your bloated stomach pressed tightly against your shirt, sticking out a few inches. It hurt, frequently letting out gurgles from indigestion, making you wince. And now Mafioso had to deal with your drunken state and stomachache.

Mafioso opens the door of your shared apartment, walking in and closing the door behind him, holding you in his arms, a slightly annoyed expression on his face. I mean, who wouldn’t be annoyed by what you’ve gotten both of yourselves into? He flicks the light switch by the door on, the warm glow of the apartment lights flickering into existence. Setting you down on your bed, he takes the jacket and vest of your suit off, and then your tie, leaving your undershirt and pants. He then does the same with himself, getting onto the bed, and pulling you into his lap, leaning against the headboard as you lean against his chest.

"Next time we do something like that, try to control yourself. You got yourself into this."

Mafioso says, putting his arms under yours and gently lifting up your shirt to just below your chest, revealing the soft, light gray skin of your distended abdomen. He starts to gently rub your stomach, making soothing circular motions against the swollen flesh. It makes you wince at first, but then you start relax. It’s distracting you from the pain brought by the soupy mixture of alcohol, various foods, and air in your stomach. Though you feel bad for your boyfriend… he’s having to deal with you like this.