It was late in the afternoon by the time Alvin grabbed your arm, a massive grin plastered across his face. While still quite pudgy, Alvin’s stomach had shrunk to a reasonable size for his age and stature signalling that most of his meal was now further along in its tour. He gives you an exaggerated wink and pats his butt twice.
Less than an hour after you had left the alleyway, a massive gurgle got Alvin talking about the girl he was slowly turning into waste. Why you were sure no passers-by would actually believe the kid despite his then still massive gut you pulled him to the side and warned him about being so vocal. Alvin had clearly been upset and being partially concerned about ending up in an annoyed 10-year-olds belly and wanting to hear updates on his meals progress yourself, you got him to agree to use codes. Being an average boy Alvin was quite excited to use secret codes and so he communicated with cheeky grins, belly rubbing and patting his rear whenever he felt Jackie moving further towards his back door.
His smile still wide he lifted his leg and leaned, his signal that Jackie had something she wanted to say. You were pretty sure you knew what he meant by that and quickly checked around to make sure no one was close by. The coast clear you gave him a thumbs up and with that he scrunched up his face in an almost cartoonish way. You could hear the sharp intake of breath as he pushed and then “FRRRRPPPPTTTT”. A thick rumbling fart blasted out his butt surprising both you and Alvin with its intensity. For a minute, the boy almost looked scared, like he’d be caught and punished for being so rude. You grin and give him a high five whispering “good one”, his expression quickly changes from fear to pride.
Pre-emptive gas (Still have to wait a while)
She’s coming out (Alvin has to take a dump)
