Her belly groaned in pain, the faint gurgles it emitted a plea for it’s master to give it a break. The constant food shoved into it, the feeling of being stretched to its limits, while also being forced to digest it all. It was just getting too much. “Nghh, stupid stomach, always giving me such a bellyache….”. The stomach gurgled loudly again. Its owner was complaining again, when she was the one who had shoved this greasy, fatty abomination of a meal into it. And she was saying it was its fault that her stomach was aching this badly? Such inconsideration for your own organs, must be punished severely, right? The stomach contracted tightly, causing the owner to wince as her hands flew to her engorged belly. Though contracting its walls hurt quite a lot, hearing the whimpers of pain from its greedy owner satisfied it even more. Another contraction, and the owner was on her side, clutching her engorged stomach while she muttered unspeakable curses. How could she still be speaking