Patreon Prompt 454 (Patreon)

Prompt: Staggering back to her ship with a belly bloated up with toxic waste, Samus tries to call for medical treatment…via woozy, slurred voice commands riddled with profuse gas and hiccups. The onboard computer misinterprets it and gives her potbelly a rough massage with holographic hands, worsening her symptoms.

   “Com-*hic*-puter,” Samus shouted out, trudging into her ship with a hand balanced on the bloated orb that was her gut tightly bound by her zero suit. “Give me a UUUURRRPP diagnosis.”

   “You have ingested a large amount of toxic refuse,” the computer dryly replied. “It has stretched out your stomach’s capacity far beyond expected parameters as well as causing severe indigestion. Would you like for me to administer treatment.”

   Hurried by a rumbling noise in her lower body, Samus quickly replied, “Yes do whatever it BWOOOOOORRRRRPP takes!”

   No more than three seconds passed before the computer heeded its master’s call and created a small swarm of holographic hands. Before Samus could ask for clarification, the hands flew towards her and began to roughly massage her gut. Each press and shove of her belly riled up the rancid formula inside of her to worsen her already terrible gas. Unable to hold herself back any longer, the bounty hunter was forced to let loose everything she had.

   An echoing BOOOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRPPP filled the ship as the first of many gas bubbles rolled up her throat. A few more presses treated the ship to the sound of a loud PHHHHHRRRRRRRTTTTTT rippling out from her rear. Though the smell that reached her nose was absolutely horrendous, the sense of relief she felt just barely overcame it. Allowing herself to be continuously massaged, she relented in releasing a torrent of burps and farts in the hopes that the unorthodox treatment would eventually settle her stomach.