Michael was stuffed to his max. Eating the whole pizza was a bad idea, yet a good one. He slowly walked upstairs, the pain on his tummy slowing him down. He laid down on his bed with a moan, his belly gargled and bubbled in pain, the noise echoing through the quiet room as well as Michael's pained moans. Michael sat against the headboard, lifting up his shirt and seeing his bloated belly, it a little red from swelling around the bellybutton. Michael rubbed large circles on his aching tummy, this making his belly feel better.
He burped into his hand, the soda he drank bubbling inside his tummy and air bubbles making their way up his throat, more burps escaping his lips. He poked his belly, shaking it slightly but moaning after his belly bubbled and gargled in more pain. "That was a terrible idea." He moaned and continued rubbing his belly until he fell asleep.
