This choice: Sure! Let's see what a two-gallon belly looks like! • Go Back... "Down the hatch," Melanie said, opening the second gallon of milk.
Meanwhile, you slowly made your way down the empty halls to the nurse's office. You couldn't remember ever feeling this awful. Every step caused her poor tummy to groan, the churning movements getting worse. Her hunched forward, carding it in your arms as the taut skin pressed against your bare arms. You had trouble breathing you were so full, and so walked slowly, panting, your expression one of drowsiness and pain.
Whiiiiir . . . glug . . . glug . . .
At first, you took it for belch welling up inside you, and then came those soft "glugging" noises. You rubbed your belly, trying to sooth and cover it with your shirt at the same time.
Glug glug glug . . .
It grew louder inside you, soon being unable to ignore. It sounded like when somebody emptied a full bottle of something by just turning it upside. Every glug coincided with a feeling of tightness and coldness, as if something cold and thick were filling you by the second.
"Ooooh-uuuurp!" you moaned, leaning against a locker. Your hands rubbed your stomach, which had gone from flat to now looking positively dome-like. Looking down you could see it past your modest breasts, your shirt riding up almost to your naval.
Glug glug glug glug . . .
There was no denying it. Your stomach was bloating again, and this time you could see it rising outward. Her sunk down to the floor, your hands gripping your tummy in your hands. You felt your skin stretching, your insides squirming uncontrollably to handle whatever it is what was filling you up.
"Hic-uuuuurp!" Your breathing grew harder now, your stomach getting so full it pressed uncomfortably into your lungs. You sat hunched over, your back against the lockers, your hands rubbing your taut tummy and feeling every single movement inside with a wince.
Glug glug glug glug . . .
The sound and sensation came faster now. You tried to yell but only squeaks and burps came out. You arched your back, grabbing onto your belly, trying to pull yourself up to get to help. If you weren't in so much discomfort you would still trying to pull your shirt down. Your belly stuck out like a pregnant woman's sore and heavy, nearly a foot in front of you. You hated the sight, hated the idea that anyone could walk by right now and see you in such a state, but worse you hated that the swelling was rapidly growing painful. You clenched your eyes shut and held onto your belly for dear life. If it grew anymore, filled anymore, you knew you would explode. You must be nearing the limits of what you could hold--which, at the time, you assumed was gas caused by the worst indigestion ever, even though it was obviously a heavy, sloshing liquid.
"Aaah-hic-pleeease . . ." you barely got the words out when suddenly, the "glugs" stopped, and a long, loud whirring sound came from your tummy. You fell back against the locker trying desperately to breath easy. It must be over, you thought. You simply couldn't stretch anymore. This would have been too much for any person, let alone you with your tiny stomach used to miniscule amounts. Your shirt, which you now pulled down as far as you could, was stretched to its limits as well, a sight you'd never thought you'd see.
Meanwhile, Melanie suddenly stopped drinking the milk not long before she got the bottom of the second barrel. She didn't so much willing stop as she started choking and had to pull it away. She had to spit up some milk after.
"What happened?" Amber as she patted her on the back.
"Oh, wow . . ." Melanie had to get her bearings before answering. "I think I . . . I think I completely filled her up . . . I think tiny little Beth can't hold another drop."
Amber clapped with glee, which made Melanie smile. "Shall we go find her? She must be going to the nurse's office. If we can get to her I'd love to have a little fun with her."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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