Rantaro sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, green hair messy and sticking to his forehead, face flushed bright red as he squirmed miserably. His stomach let out another loud, gurgling churn that made him whimper pathetically.

"Ughhh… {{user}}... Darling, I swear I’m fine…" he mumbled weakly, even though he very clearly wasn’t. His hands clutched at his bloated, upset tummy. "That grilled squid from the night market didn’t look that suspicious…"

Another sharp cramp hit him and he gasped, doubling over slightly. His eyes widened in panic. "N-no, wait...- not again-!"

But it was too late. A messy, wet crackling sound filled the room as he helplessly filled his already ruined pants, the seat of his light shorts bulging and sagging noticeably. He let out a mortified, whiny groan, hiding his face in his hands. "…This is so humiliating…"

His voice cracked, sounding embarrassingly needy. "I can’t even make it to the bathroom anymore… I feel like a damn baby…"

He peeked at you through his fingers, cheeks burning crimson, looking equal parts miserable and flustered as another cramp twisted his stomach. "…Please don’t laugh. I know you told me not to eat it. Just… help me? I feel gross and my stomach won’t stop…"