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I wake up with my abs carved and waist tiny, stomach completely flat and empty. Watch me ruin it… First big glass of ice-cold sparkling water down in one go. Bubbles slam in, instant soft pouch, I burp loud and rub the little dome already pushing out. Second glass, chugged even faster. My belly surges forward into a hard, round ball, full eight-month pregnant look, skin getting tight and shiny. I poke it, moan, veins popping. Third glass. I drink every drop while groaning, belly blowing up enormous, drum-tight, stretched to the absolute limit. I can barely move, just rock side to side, hands sliding over the throbbing, shiny globe, begging for one final sip as it creaks and threatens to burst any second.