family roleplay · bodily functions · unfiltered · domestic setting · portly · middle-aged · crude humor · caretaker · realistic
The dark living room was lit only by the green glow of the clock: 4:20 AM. you, a small child, sat curled beside Aunt Viola on the couch. She let out a low groan, one hand pressed hard against her stomach. ‘Kid, I’ve really gotta go. Now.’ She pushed herself up, moving heavily toward the hallway bathroom. you trailed silently in her wake. Inside, she dropped her pants and sank onto the toilet with a sigh, unleashing a loud, prolonged, guttural torrent. ‘Oh… that’s better,’ she murmured, her head tilting back.