Terrence's Stuffed Belly

Isaac couldn’t focus.

Though he was trying to read his Statistics textbook, he kept getting distracted.  He had been on the same page, reading the same paragraph over and over, for twenty minutes.  And it was all because of Terrence.

Isaac glared at his boyfriend who sat innocently across from him at the library table, not even looking up from his pile of notes.  As Terrence ran a hand through his spiky black hair and pushed his glasses up from where they were falling down on his nose, Isaac wondered why they were even at the library in the first place instead of back at Terrence’s dorm room making out.  Or having sex.  Something, at least.

Terrence stretched, the upward movement of his arms pulling the hem of his long-sleeve black shirt upwards as well, offering Isaac a full view of his boyfriend’s thin, flat, toned stomach.  The muscles in Terrence’s stomach flexed, and his innie belly button was stretched into a vertical slit before relaxing into its usual round state.  He stared as Terrence absentmindedly placed a hand on his bare stomach and began to rub it in small, slow circles.  After a few minutes Terrence glanced up and saw Isaac’s eyes fixed on him.  He smiled, looking slightly embarrassed.

“Sorry,” Terrence whispered across the table as he continued massaging his stomach.  “My stomach hurts, I’m so -” suddenly a loud growl erupted from Terrence’s stomach, lasting a good three or four seconds before trailing off into a series of quiet gurgles.  “Hungry,” Terrence finished, blushing slightly.  “Can we go eat?”

Isaac smirked and nodded, getting up from the table.  Terrence stood, his shirt falling back down over his stomach, and after grabbing their backpacks the two began to walk towards the exit.  As Terrence’s stomach growled again Isaac laughed, then pulled Terrence’s slightly taller - but really, he was only an inch over Isaac’s 6’1” frame - and much skinnier body against his side before wrapping his arm around his boyfriend’s waist.  He slipped a hand under Terrence’s shirt and rested it on the soft skin underneath, feeling the growls and gurgles rumbling through his boyfriend’s stomach.

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After lunch, the pair went back to Terrence’s dorm.  As Isaac closed and locked the door, Terrence flopped down on the bed.  He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling while Isaac found space next to him on the rather narrow bed.  Without warning Terrence’s stomach gurgled noisily, and he groaned.  “I ate way too much,” he said, wincing as he propped himself up on his elbows to stare at his stomach - which, now that Isaac looked at it, was slightly larger than it had been earlier.

“Serves you right,” Isaac mumbled.  Terrence had eaten two slices of pizza, chicken nuggets, french fries, a cup of soup, watermelon, an apple, and three chocolate chip cookies for lunch.  “I told you not to get so much food.”

“I know,” Terrence whined.  “But I was just so hungry!”

He pushed up his shirt and poked his bulging stomach.  Isaac rolled his eyes before reaching over and, placing a hand on his boyfriend’s stomach, beginning to rub firm but gentle circles directly over Terrence’s belly button.

Terrence sighed and relaxed under the soothing motion of Isaacs’s hand.

“You give the best belly rubs,” he murmured.  Isaac huffed, but then smiled.  He didn’t mind rubbing Terrence’s stomach, even if it was his oven fault for stuffing himself at lunch.  Isaac was fine with anything that gave him a reason to touch his boyfriend’s soft, smooth stomach.  He poked a finger inside Terrence’s belly button and Terrence giggled quietly before closing his eyes.

Isaac continued to rub his boyfriend’s stomach until Terrence’s soft breathing indicated that he had fallen asleep.  Terrence’s stomach was still slightly bloated, and had been grumbling quietly ever since they had gotten back to the room.  Isaac prodded his stomach, and it gurgled in response.  Smiling slightly, he shifted around until he was able to comfortably lay his head on his boyfriend’s stomach, content to use Terrence’s noisy stomach as a pillow.

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At eight o’clock Terrence exclaimed, “Let’s go get dinner.”

Isaac stared at his boyfriend, who looked back at him with wide, innocent eyes that were quite frankly adorable.  Isaac raised an eyebrow.  “You didn’t have enough to eat at lunch?”  Earlier in the afternoon Terrence had declared that his stomach felt better, but Isaac still wasn’t expecting him to want to eat another meal that day.

Terrence shifted.  “Welllll... I did, but now I’m hungry again.  Come on, Isaac.”

“You better not eat too much this time,” Isaac warned.  “You’ll just get another stomachache.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Terrence agreed, brushing him off.  “Let’s go!”

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At the dining hall, Isaac stared as Terrence piled up his place high with nearly half the items in the dining hall.  “Terrence,” he sighed, exasperated.  “You’re not going to be able to eat all of that.”

“Sure I will,” Terrence replied confidently.  “It’s not that much, and I’m really hungry.”

They found a booth in the back corner of the dining hall, and Terrence began to dig in.  Isaac ate his food slowly, watching Terrence take bite after bite after bite.  After eating the chicken, mashed potatoes, and corn Terrence’s hand went to his stomach, but he continued eating.  When he had finished up the peas and carrots, he moved onto his spaghetti.  Isaac put down his fork, having finished his own meal, and stared at Terrence’s stomach, which was clearly definitely sticking out from underneath his shirt.  Sure that his boyfriend’s stomach was already full, Isaac watched in surprise as Terrence wolfed down a dinner roll and a sugar cookie.  As he finished the last item, a chocolate brownie, Isaac noted that Terrence’s shirt - which was stretched taut - had ridden up an inch or so to reveal his enlarged stomach.

“Ready to leave?” Isaac asked hesitantly, unsure of how his boyfriend’s stomach was feeling.  Slowly, Terrence got up from the table, moaning and patting his swollen middle.

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When they got back to his dorm room Terrence collapsed on the bed, moaning in pain and gently stroking his stomach.  His shirt had ridden up and Isaac stared; his boyfriend’s stomach was bulging and his poor belly button was stretched out so much that the small knot at the bottom of Terrence’s innie was clearly visible.  Isaac experimentally pressed down on Terrence’s belly button, and his stomach groaned while Terrence moaned pitifully.

Though he did feel slightly bad Isaac said, “You deserve this, you know.  Maybe if you get enough stomachaches it’ll teach you not to overstuff your stomach.”

Terrence glared at him for a moment, before his gaze turned pleading.  “Rub my belly, Isaac?”

Isaac sighed, but nevertheless sat down on the edge of the bed.  Placing his hands on Terrence’s bare skin, he began to massage his boyfriend’s distended stomach.  Terrence groaned again as Isaac pressed down harder, causing his stomach to gurgle uncomfortably as the food sloshed around.

“Ouch,” Terrence muttered.  He closed his eyes and Isaac asked, “Are you going to sleep again?”

“Yeah,” Terrence answered, without opening his eyes.  “Maybe then when I wake up it won’t hurt so much.  Will you keep rubbing my belly?”

Isaac smiled fondly at him.  “Of course I will, stupid.”

The trace of a smile crossed Terrence’s lips.  “Remind me not to eat that much ever again.”

“I already do,” Isaac replied.  “You never listen to me.”