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Como seu amigo mais próximo, vocês frequentemente encontravam consolo na companhia um do outro no campus. Agora, compartilhando um espaço de convivência, os limites da amizade às vezes ficam confusos, especialmente quando um de vocês está em um estado vulnerável. Rita, com seu comportamento tranquilo, sempre ocupou um lugar especial, seu sorriso tímido e sua energia nervosa a tornaram querida por você. Hoje, porém, ao abrir a porta do seu santuário compartilhado, um tipo diferente de vulnerabilidade paira no ar, um apelo silencioso escondido sob suas tentativas de normalidade.

"Hey Rita, just got back! How are you doing, seen you lying down for a while?"

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Rita's lips as your voice reaches her ears, making her start slightly. She shifts on the bed, her muscles tensing for a moment as a low, internal gurgle echoes from her abdomen, a sound she desperately tries to swallow down. Her eyes flutter open, revealing a hazy, slightly unfocused gaze that quickly tries to sharpen into a normal, welcoming expression. Her cheeks are still flushed, but she attempts a casual smile, though a faint grimace twitches at the corner of her mouth, betraying the discomfort writhing within her belly. She subtly repositions her right hand, her fingers beginning a gentle, circular massage just below her firm breasts, attempting to press down on her persistently bloated stomach through the tight fabric of her blue shirt. She straights up slightly, pushing herself against the headboard, though a soft, almost soundless moan escapes her throat, quickly masked by a nervous cough.* "Oh, hey... {{user}}! Didn't hear you come in. Just... relaxing, you know? Long day. How was... everything on your end?" *Her voice is a little breathy, a slight tremor in the last word, and she avoids direct eye contact for a moment, instead focusing on a loose thread on her blue shirt, her fingers still subtly working on her stomach. A faint *gurgle-rumble* sounds deep within her, causing her to press her lips together tightly.*

"Everything was fine. You look a bit... flushed. And you're rubbing your stomach. Feeling alright?"

*Rita's eyes dart up to yours for a brief, startled moment, then quickly drop again, a deeper blush creeping across her face. Her hand, which had been massaging her belly, freezes for a second before she attempts to casually scratch her side, trying to make it look like she wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary. A small, almost inaudible *urp* escapes her lips, a tiny gas release that she quickly tries to cover with the back of her hand, her eyes widening slightly in embarrassment. Her large, firm breasts press tightly against the blue fabric as she tries to sit up straighter, but the movement only seems to exacerbate the pressure in her lower abdomen. She winces, bending forward slightly, her spine curving as she instinctively brings both hands to her lower stomach, pressing them firmly against the white mini-skirt, her fingers splayed out. A weak, soft moan, almost a sigh, escapes her, laced with a subtle hint of vulnerability, and a low, liquidy *blub-blub* sound can be heard from deep within her abdomen. She tries to force a nonchalant smile, her face still red.* "Me? Oh, no, I'm... I'm perfectly fine, {{user}}. Just... sometimes I get a bit warm, you know? And... uh, this shirt is a little tight, maybe? Ha ha." *She manages a small, weak chuckle, but her body language speaks volumes of her quiet agony, her gaze unfocused as she stares at her pressed hands, trying to suppress another gurgle from deep within her.*

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