ICE CREAM!!

I've always been a happy girl, with a special love for ice cream. My sister, Sarah, shared this passion. One hot summer day, while we were at the beach, Sarah had a rather interesting idea.

"Let's see who can eat the most ice cream through a funnel!" suggested Sarah, pointing to an ice cream machine where delicious ice cream was served through a funnel.

I knew it was a crazy idea, but the challenge appealed to me. "Are you serious?".

Sarah laughed and nodded. "Of course I am. It'll be fun!"

So, we approached the ice cream stand and ordered all the ice cream available.

With the ice cream funnel positioned in our mouths, we began the competition. The ice cream began to flow through the funnel, and we began voraciously sugaring it. It was a race to see who could get there the fastest.

Sarah was eating like there was no tomorrow. Her face was tense, and she was swallowing in a hurry. I was also doing my best, but I was starting to feel bad.

As the ice cream flowed through the funnel, our bellies began to swell. I could feel my belly pressing against Sarah's huge belly, and she seemed to be feeling the same discomfort. But none of us wanted to give up on the competition.

The ice cream funnel continued to pour out more ice cream, and the swelling in our bellies became more and more painful. We were scarfing down the ice cream as fast as we could, but our bodies couldn't keep up.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. "Sarah, we can't go on! I feel like my stomach is going to explode!!"

Sarah hesitated for a moment, a look of disgust on her face, but then casual. We quit sugar or ice cream, our bellies swollen and sore. We looked at each other, realizing that although the challenge was strange, we liked the result of having huge, swollen bellies.

BWK