Don’t know why, just thought I’d do a stomachache story. So Matt is a domesticated dog in this one, and he just gorged on the other dogs’ food...and well he paid the price.
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Matt was unbelievably sick. What once was a playful joke of stuffing himself on his friends food bowls had become a painful feeling in his overstuffed gut. Dog food, both dry and wet, were mixing with half-eaten dog treats, along with a large helping of water from Lucky the border collie’s bowl. Matt’s stomach was filled almost to his throat opening, with food severely threatening to come right back up with one wrong move or burp. The stomach was approximately the size of a beach-ball, stretched uncomfortably. The dog’s guts were cramped against the food orb, leaving even more discomfort on his lower belly. His entire lower chest was one big ball of aching.

The white German Shepherd/Pyrenees Mix lied down in his little bed, his swollen belly groaning loudly. Blorps and rumbles sounded deep from within the gut, almost making the other dogs at the shelter feel the pain Matt did. A few dogs had gathered around his bed, some to scold the greedy shepherd mix, others to comfort him. Misty, the long-haired tabby, took pity on the dog and gingerly positioned herself on the aching stomach, purring and softly nuzzling her head against the grumbling meat bag stuffed with undigested food, trying to make it feel better. “Urph, ooooh, I’m HURk!!! S-sorry guys…I really shouldn’t have HULP eaten your food...ooh my stomach hurts” whimpered the shepherd, struggling to keep the food down.

“You are so unbelievably stupid,” muttered Killer, the Irish wolfhound. “I mean, who stuffs themselves like that for a joke?!” “Shut your trap, you jerk.” snarled Sparky, the fluffy golden retriever. “I have to admit, he is right when he says you shouldn’t have stuffed yourself like this, Matt. You know your limits!” Matt merely lifted his head to speak, winced, and whimpered. “Just don’t puke on the carpet, or Sharie will get upset.” Killer said. “Brruaaap!!! Oh, urph...my poor stomach. Oooh…” Matt’s stomach churned and groaned, trying to break down the food with no success, merely just shifting it around and causing pain. The poor dog just whimpered, pawing at the aching, beach ball-sized bulge. “Poor guy, his belly is almost the size of Sharie’s car!” Sparky thought as he placed his head against the shepherd’s gut. An off-key chorus of painful groans and grumbles echoed in Matt’s tummy. Matt winced from the pressure the golden retriever was putting on his gut.

Sparky began to press and massage Matt’s belly, leading Matt to burp and moan from the pain. “Ergh, I don’t think I can ULP take much more...why am I so HURRRLP stupid?” The poor shepherd placed his paw on his stomach, slowly rubbing his large gut, massaging it as best as he could. “I feel so sick...my stomach hurts so baaAAUURP!!!” Drool began to seep from Matt’s tongue as he panted and whined. His gut lurched and rolled, pushing food here and there. The poor dog had definitely learned his limit. Sparky decided it was best for his friend if he was alone. After a few more minutes of gut massaging, the retriever left to play with the other dogs.

Misty pressed her paws against Matt’s poor tummy. “Poor puppy. Don’t worry, you’ll feel better soon…you know. If it wasn’t for your aching gut, I’d ask you to do this more often.” Matt lifted his head slowly, before asking “How burrp! H-how come?” Misty smiled as she purred “Your stuffed stomach makes for a great bed...” Matt forced a weak smile, giving Misty a small kiss before laying his head back down. For now, sleep would be the best medicine. Closing his eyes, he sighed and muttered a short whine, hoping that his indigestion would pass soon...