Misty headed down the boardwalk, taking in the sights of her vacation location as she went. There are plenty of shops that sell various mementos, clothes, and other items that could be found cheaper back home. She marvels at the sight of the crystal-clear water and the nearly white sand. The view is dazzling and the thought of getting out there to swim or play volleyball is distracting, but not enough so that she can ignore the gurgling of her stomach.
It's been about 20 minutes since she left the Drink Shack and for the past 5, her gut has sounded like something doesn't agree with it. The sound gets loud enough that she has to deflect when passersby ask if she's okay. She sighs at the fact.
"Maybe I should've asked what was in the drink. Clearly, my..." She pauses. All of a sudden, she felt woozy. Not like nausea. She'd experienced that plenty of times as a result of bad nutrition advice and trashy shakes. It feels more... exhaustion after a day of being out of the house. Or maybe feeling out of breath after a long run? She couldn't exactly place the feeling.
Confused, she makes her way to a bench and sits for a while. She fans herself, waiting to recover her stamina. Unbeknownst to her, her body begins to change. Her breasts start to produce milk, her hips begin to widen, and her rumbling belly gives way to a bloated curve.
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