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Thank God he was finally alone. After Manson shut the door to his hotel room behind him, he staggered over to the queen sized bed before flopping onto his back, moaning in pain. He then quickly unbuttoned his pants and lifted his t-shirt up to give his aching belly some much needed room. Earlier that night he and his band had finished performing a concert, and they decided to celebrate another great set with some food and drinks. Though while Manson didn't partake in any of the drinking, he certainly partook in the food. Too much food, in fact. But hey, he hadn't eaten all day and was starving, so he figured it would be alright to indulge a little. By now though he was regretting that notion, as he brought a hand to his swollen middle and began rubbing it cautiously, feeling the rumblings of his stomach as it attempted to digest all the fried food he had shoved into it.
"This is gonna be a long night" he thought to himself regrettably.
He didn't know how long he was laying there in self inflicted misery before he heard the bathroom door open. He glanced over and saw that it was his wife Lindsay, who had just finished up her shower. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw him splayed on the bed, knowing instantly that something was wrong.
"Hey, are you okay?" she asked in a concerned tone.
"Ate too much. It hurts." Manson admitted sheepishly.
"Aww poor baby. Here, let me help."
Lindsay then climbed onto the bed and wrapped her arms around her ill husband, kissing him on the cheek before she began rubbing firm soothing circles into his bloated pale belly. Manson was a little embarrassed about having his wife see him like this (especially since the grumblings of his stomach had gotten noticeably louder), but admittedly was very thankful for her help.
"*Urp* 'scuse me" Manson blushed
"It's alright" said Lindsay nonchalantly.
This continued on for about an hour or so, massaging the aches and pains away and coaxing a few more belches from the stuffed singer until he could feel the intensity of the pain lessen significantly.
"I think I'm starting to feel a little better." he said softly.
"That's good. Do you want me to stop or-?" she asked, taking her hand off his belly.
"Can you continue please? It feels nice."
Lindsay obliged, placing her hand back on her lovers engorged gut, and in return receiving several appreciative kisses to her neck and chin from him.
"Thank you, baby." he whispered as he laid his head down on her shoulder and closed his eyes.
"You're welcome, angel" she whispered back with a smile, as she noticed her husband had fallen asleep in her arms.