Futaba, still surprised by the amount Ann had eaten, hesitantly approached her friend. "Um, Ann, do you mind if I... rub your belly? It might help with the fullness."
Ann, a bit taken aback by the request, paused for a brief moment, her expression shifting from a scowl to a sarcastic approval. "Well, I would ask you to buy me dinner first, but you literally just did. Why not?"
With a half-teasing smile, Ann leaned back in her chair, allowing Futaba to gently rub her bloated belly. The sensation was oddly comforting amidst the discomfort of overeating. Futaba, a bit nervous but wanting to help, gingerly massaged Ann's belly, her actions more in the spirit of friendship and care rather than anything else.
"Better?" Futaba asked, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
Ann let out a soft chuckle. "Surprisingly, yeah. Thanks, Futaba." As Futaba gently placed her hand on Ann's bloated midriff, the sensation was oddly comforting for Ann. The warmth of Futaba's touch, coupled with the gentle, rhythmic pressure against her slightly gurgling belly, offered a sense of relief amidst the discomfort of overeating. Ann could feel the tension slowly dissipating, replaced by a soothing sensation spreading from the point where Futaba's hand rested. It wasn't just a physical touch; it was a gesture of friendship and understanding, a simple act of care amidst the unexpected aftermath of an indulgent meal. Feeling a bit uncomfortable in her tight shorts Ann decided to lift her shirt slightly, exposing her bloated belly to the air. It was a simple gesture of comfort, not meant to be overtly revealing. Futaba, noticing Ann's subtle move, understood the intention and the need for relief after a hearty meal.
Futaba, with a nod of understanding, gently placed her hand on Ann's exposed skin. The touch was warm and supportive, a friendly connection in a moment of shared camaraderie. Ann, appreciating the gesture, felt a sense of comfort as Futaba's hand rested on her bare belly.
"Better?" Futaba asked, her voice filled with genuine concern.
"Yeah, much better. Thanks, Futaba," Ann replied with a smile, grateful for the friend who understood and offered support in such a simple yet meaningful way. Ann decided to lift her shirt slightly, exposing her bloated belly to the air. It was a simple gesture of comfort, not meant to be overtly revealing. Futaba, noticing Ann's subtle move, understood the intention and the need for relief after a hearty meal.
Futaba, with a nod of understanding, gently placed her hand on Ann's exposed skin. The touch was warm and supportive, a friendly connection in a moment of shared camaraderie. Ann, appreciating the gesture, felt a sense of comfort as Futaba's hand rested on her bare belly.
"Better?" Futaba asked, her voice filled with genuine concern.
"Yeah, much better. Thanks, Futaba," Ann replied with a smile, grateful for the friend who understood and offered support in such a simple yet meaningful way.
"Seriously, Futaba," Ann chuckled, the aftermath of her sizable meal prompting a lighthearted conversation. "I think I just single-handedly kept the local restaurants in business for a week."
Futaba laughed, understanding the sentiment. "Yeah, or maybe the whole city! Tokyo could have a feast with what you've eaten."
Ann nodded in agreement, gesturing humorously at her belly. "I swear, a small country's army could live off what's digesting in my belly right now." Futaba joined in with a playful smirk. "It's as if you raided the entire meat locker at Costco in a single night! Heck, you might've even swallowed the whole store, building and all, and it's slowly digesting in that belly of yours—cashiers included!"
Ann burst into laughter at Futaba's witty comparison, appreciating the humor in the exaggeration. It was a light-hearted moment, a playful back-and-forth between friends, finding amusement in the aftermath of a particularly indulgent meal. Their banter was filled with good-natured jest, shared laughter, and the comfort of camaraderie. The laughter she shared with Futaba was punctuated by occasional hiccups, adding a unique rhythm to her giggles. Amidst the playful banter and jovial atmosphere, the hiccuping and occasional burps became a part of their lighthearted exchange, adding a touch of whimsy to the moment. Both friends found humor in the unexpected bodily reactions, turning an ordinary afternoon into a memorable and laughter-filled experience. It seems like Ann's indulgent evening eventually catches up with her, and the realization that it's a school night prompts her to struggle out of the groggy food coma. With determination, she attempts to rally herself, explaining to Futaba the need to get going to avoid being late for class.
Futaba, with a smirk, teases playfully, "Ah, the privileges of being a daughter of an American businesswoman! I had to drop out of school and work two jobs as a barista and a coder, and you still make way more money than me. Not fair!" "Hey, how about this?" Ann offers, a spark of enthusiasm breaking through her post-meal haze. "How about making me a large full English breakfast to go? I'll heat it up later since I probably won't have much time in the morning."
Futaba's eyes light up at the suggestion. "That's doable! Consider it a 'to-go' Leblanc special."
With a nod of gratitude, Ann readies herself to depart, thanking Futaba for the offer. "Thanks, Futaba! You're a lifesaver." With a determined sigh, Ann readies herself to leave, pushing through the sluggishness and the aftermath of her feast, knowing she can't afford to be late for her classes. "Hey, how about this?" Ann offers, a spark of enthusiasm breaking through her post-meal haze. "How about making me a large full English breakfast to go? I'll heat it up later since I probably won't have much time in the morning."
Futaba's eyes light up at the suggestion. "That's doable! Consider it a 'to-go' Leblanc special."
After returning to her room, the weight of the indulgent meal weighs heavily on Ann. Groggy from the sheer amount she ate, she collapses onto her bed, feeling like a sick baby seeking solace in sleep.
With a sigh, Ann sinks into her pillows, the food-induced drowsiness overtaking her senses. Her eyelids droop heavily, and she slips into a deep slumber, wrapped in a cocoon of exhaustion, akin to a child drifting off to sleep after a tiring day.
The tranquility of sleep envelops her, offering respite from the aftermath of the hefty feast. In the quiet of her room, Ann finds comfort in the embrace of rest, the gentle rhythm of her breathing soothing her like a lullaby, allowing her body to recuperate from the feast's aftermath.
Resting peacefully, she dreams away, oblivious to the passing time, surrendering herself to a deep and much-needed sleep.
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