*(WARNING: Check tags before reading. Contains mentions of shit.)*
It was spring break. The sun was blasting in the sky all day, yet Harry was just loitering around at home. He was 18 years old, in his last year of high school.
Being a tall six-foot-three guy, with handsome and sharp facial features, and short, fashionable brown hair, it was not surprising that he was quite popular. But despite having the opportunity to spend time with his friends, who were out partying with girls, he preferred staying at home.
His friends would constantly complain about his antisocial behavior, but he didn't care.
Lying on his phone in bed, he suddenly heard the doorbell ring.
"Right, Aunt Julie was coming over today."
He turned his body and got out of bed. He was regularly going to the gym, so his figure was enough to make most girls' eyes shine.
Going downstairs, he soon reached the front door. Grabbing the handle, he opened it.
Sure enough, outside was his aunt, waiting. "Hello, Harry."
"Hello, Aunt Julie, please come inside," saying this, he made an inviting gesture.
Julie smiled and made her way in. At only five-six, she was more than a head shorter than Harry. She was a little round-figured, and her chest wasn't particularly protruding. However, her bottom was both large and round, owing partly to her overweight frame.
She was his mother's older sister by two years, now 40. She and her husband had parted recently, which was why his mother had invited her over, in an attempt to cheer her up.
"Is your mother home?"
Julie's light but soothing voice sounded in Harry's ears, awakening him from his thoughts. "No, she had some emergency at work, so she had to leave. She will probably be back by four." Looking over at the clock, it was now 1:00 pm.
Julie nodded her head, before letting her eyes run over Harry's body. "You have really grown since I last saw you. To think your mother could birth such a handsome boy, I'm jealous."
Harry blushed slightly. "No, I'm not that... Um, would you like something to drink?"
Aunt Julie nodded. "Yes, please."
Harry smiled. "Then, please wait in the living room, I'll get you some water."
Aunt Julie seemed a little surprised by this, but just nodded. "Okay, thank you, Harry."
"Anytime." After saying this, he made his way to the kitchen. As could be hinted from his reactions, he hid a deep, depraved secret, which he could never tell anyoneโ he was deeply in love with his aunt.
She had sometimes visited since he was young, and he, for some reason, had always been attracted to her. As he got older, these feelings gradually grew deeper, eventually developing to the point of an incestuous love. As a youth full of energy, it was hard to count the times he had masturbated to the thought of his aunt. Especially having her dominating him. That was his eternal desire.
But in the end, it was only a distant dream. He never dared even consider the possibility of doing anything about it. Not only was it socially disdained, but Aunt Julie would probably also be deeply disgusted with him, if she found out. The second part was what weighed the most on Harry's mind. What he feared most in this world was probably having his aunt hating him.
As Harry was having such worries, Aunt Julie was also feeling quite desperate, but the reason was entirely different. As she had been looking forward to seeing her sister and her family again, she had forgotten all about her struggles. It was only when she sat down and felt a deep rumble from her stomach that she finally came to her senses.
With her weight, it was obvious that Julie enjoyed eating quite a bit. But ironically, her stomach wasn't so receptive to her eating habits. This caused her intense stomach problems and having to use the toilet quite often. Besides that, she was also constantly filled with air, hence she always needed to fart a lot.
This was also one of the reasons her husband had ended up leaving her. He was inevitably too disgusted by the constant stench which Julie emitted. When she had heard that this was the reason, she felt incredibly ashamed and filled with despair. She had always been self-conscious about this trait of hers, keeping to herself. When she had finally found a husband, she began feeling like she could accept herself, only to be dumped for the same reason.
She hadn't even dared tell her sister the truth, as it was just too embarrassing. Blushing slightly, a prickling pain began spreading in her stomach, from holding in the air.
That was when the door to the living room was pushed open, and Harry walked in.
Placing the water on the living room table, he poured a glass for them both. "Here you go, Aunt Julie."
Julie drank some water, before looking at Harry's smiling face. She didn't understand why, but she felt Harry was being extremely nice to her. It made her feel warm inside.
"Thank you, Harry," she said, with a smile. Even though Harry was just her nephew, he was, after all, a very handsome boy. Being treated so nicely by someone like this made it even more joyful.
Receiving Julie's thanks, Harry became filled with joy. Even though he knew he could never fulfill his dream, he still swore to do his best to make her happy.
It was like this, that aunt and nephew began talking. The conversation either drifted around Harry's school, or how it was going for his mother.
Time slowly passed. Once thirty minutes had passed, Harry finally became certain that something was wrong. Even though she was trying to hide it, as the most important person in his life, there was no way he wouldn't notice. Aunt Julie was clearly uncomfortable.
That was whenโ
*Gurgle*
It was just during a pause of them speaking, when the writhing inside Julie's stomach sounded. With no other sound, it was easily heard by both.
Julie quickly held her stomach, before blushing in shame.
Harry, on the other hand, was only momentarily surprised, before saying, "Are you feeling okay, Aunt Julie?"