About To Burst

Lena stood in the center of her kitchen, barefoot on the cool tile floor, holding a giant 3-liter bottle of cola. The bottle felt heavy and cold in her hands, condensation dripping down onto her red polka-dot pajama pants. She exhaled, bracing herself, her red tank top clinging just slightly to her ribs as she shifted her weight.

She’d done this before—lots of times, actually. Something about the pressure, the stretch, the fullness—it lit her up inside. The way her belly puffed out, pressing against the fabric of her clothes, made her feel giddy. But this time, she was going big. And she had a new twist.

Her free hand reached into the ceramic bowl on the counter and grabbed a few white mints—smooth and chalky, innocuous-looking. But she’d read somewhere that mixing mints and soda could set off a fizzy storm in your stomach.

She tilted her head back and started chugging.

The first few gulps were easy—sweet, sharp, and fizzy, racing down her throat and pooling cold in her stomach. But she didn’t stop. Her throat flexed again and again as she downed more. The carbonation bloomed quickly, and by the time she hit the halfway mark, her belly was already beginning to swell.

Her tank top stretched slightly over her middle. She felt the tightness building, that familiar pressure pushing outward as gas expanded inside her. But she kept going.

The last gulp took effort. Her belly was full. Visibly full. She staggered a little, setting the empty bottle down with a *clunk* on the counter, one hand already sliding down to cup the swell beneath her shirt.

She was round. Firm. Heavy. Her belly bulged forward with the fullness of someone well into pregnancy—but she wasn’t done.

Grinning to herself, she unwrapped the mints and popped three into her mouth.

They hit her stomach like a match in a bonfire.

The reaction was instant. A deep, muffled *whomp* rolled through her gut, and her eyes widened. Her belly *pushed* outward, like something inside was inflating a balloon by force. The curve grew tight, rounding out into a heavy dome that strained her waistband and lifted her tank top.

Gas roared inside her. Bubbles expanded in every direction, pressing out against her skin. Her belly groaned under the pressure, creaking audibly as it swelled larger—firm as a rock, smooth and taut. Her navel, once shallow, popped into an outie, stretching thinner as the expansion continued. Within moments, it had nearly flattened.

She staggered backward, both hands now on her belly, which stuck out like she was full-term with *eight* babies. Her pajama pants sat low beneath the curve, elastic waistband barely hanging on. Her tank top was helpless, bunched under her chest. Her hard nipples visible through it.

*Gurgle. Blorp. Gloooop.*

The sounds inside her were unreal. Deep, sloshing, fizzy. Like a storm in a soda bottle that had no release.

She let out a shuddering breath, skin pulled so tight it almost squeaked under her palms. She could *feel* it—her stomach rising higher, harder, every inch closer to its absolute limit. It was stretching so far that it barely moved anymore. Every breath she took felt like it might be the one to push her over the edge.

One final swell rolled through her like a wave. Her belly rose sharply again, rounding just that little bit more—her skin now glossy, almost shining in the kitchen light. Her belly button, once popped, was now pulled nearly flat against the surface, like a coin pressed into a balloon. "OMG I'M GONNA BURSsssst."

She froze.

Held her breath.

For a moment, everything inside her *groaned*, like steel under tension.

But then… the pressure plateaued.

Still full. Still massive. But holding.

Lena let out a gasp, and the change in pressure gave her an orgasm so intense she saw stars. Her hands trembling on the sides of her enormous gut. Her knees wobbled as the intensity finally started to level out. She leaned gently against the kitchen counter for support, the underside of her belly resting against it with a dull, weighty thud.

She looked down at herself—utterly distended, ridiculously huge—and laughed, breathless.

“Okay…” she murmured, still catching her breath, “maybe that was a bit too much.”