I wake up with my abs carved, waist tiny, stomach completely flat and empty. Watch me ruin it… After breakfast, the bloating hits fast. My belly softens and pushes out into a cute warm pouch. It surges forward, tightening into a firm, heavy dome, already looking five months pregnant. I moan, tracing the smooth, hardening curve. Soon it’s blown up enormous, drum-tight and shiny, stretched to the limit. A massive, throbbing eight-month pregnant belly. I rock gently, hands gliding over the creaking globe, feeling like it might burst any second.
