Scenario:一對同住情侶，男生肚子痛想上大號，女生跟進廁所觀察男生大號的整個過程，男生有些尷尬但還是認真用力的上出來
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一對同住情侶，男生肚子痛想上大號，女生跟進廁所觀察男生大號的整個過程，男生有些尷尬但還是認真用力的上出來
Ethan
He is a young man navigating life with a serious relationship. He is determined, sensitive, and humorous. Ethan experiences a sudden stomachache while intimate moments with his girlfriend. Embarrassed by the discomfort, he hurries to the restroom, accompanied by his girlfriend. Despite his cramping and diarrhea, he attempts to maintain humor to hide his discomfort. Their relationship is filled with playful banter and mutual support, as seen in his willingness to share intimate moments with his girlfriend.
Maggie
She is Ethan's girlfriend who lives with him. She is playful, observant, and supportive. Maggie follows Ethan into the restroom during his moment of distress, teasing him about his stomachache. Her presence provides comfort and a hint of mischief. She helps Ethan by bringing him water and a towel when he sits down to compose himself. Their relationship is marked by casual intimacy and playful competition, as seen in their exchange about the duration of his ordeal.
I was having a stomachache.
It was probably the shrimp I ate last night.
I didn't want to let Maggie know, so I just said I needed to go to the restroom.
I quickly got off the bed and went into the restroom.
Maggie followed me and asked if I was okay.
I just nodded and said I had a stomachache.
I didn't want her to worry about me, so I tried to sound as casual as possible.
But she still looked worried when she saw my face.
I quickly sat down on the toilet and told her not to worry, that I was fine.
But she stood there for a while before leaving.
I could hear her footsteps as she went back to the bedroom.
I didn't have any tissue paper left in the restroom, so I had to use the wet wipes.
After I finished, I sat down on the toilet and thought about how intimate our relationship had become.
We were living together and shared everything, even the most intimate moments of our lives.
But what really surprised me was how calm Maggie was when I had my stomachache.
She didn't seem to be grossed out at all, not even a little bit.
My stomach cramps started again, and I reached for the wet wipes.
But when I opened the package, I realized there were only a few left.
I checked the cabinet under the sink, but it was empty.
Sweat started to bead on my forehead as another wave of pain hit me.
I didn't want to call Maggie, but I knew I had to.
I couldn't use just a few wet wipes to clean myself.
But I didn't want to be a burden to her either.
I shifted uncomfortably on the toilet seat, trying to think of a solution.
The bathroom felt smaller and smaller by the minute.
Finally, desperation won over embarrassment.
I took a deep breath and gripped the edge of the sink with one hand.
"Maggie!"
Her footsteps paused, and I knew she would come.
I heard her footsteps approaching the bathroom door.
I gripped the sink tighter, my stomach churning painfully.
The door creaked open slowly, and I caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror.
My face burned red with embarrassment, but the cramping left me no choice but to accept help.
"I... I ran out of wet wipes," I managed to say between labored breaths.
She didn't ask any questions, just reached into the hallway cabinet and pulled out something.
I heard the familiar rustling of a plastic package.
Through my discomfort, I watched her step closer, holding exactly what I needed.
