"I didn't know the scone had cheese in it. It looked innocent enough. Golden, crumbly, sitting on the kitchen counter like it was waiting just for me. I took a bite without asking, without even thinking. And it was delicious. But twenty minutes later, my belly started to feel tight. Uncomfortable. Wrong. I lifted my shirt in front of the mirror and saw it. Swollen. Round. Pushing against the waistband of my pants like I had swallowed something alive. I have a mild dairy allergy. Nothing life-threatening. Nothing that sends me to the hospital gasping for air. But it does make my stomach bloat in a way that is almost impressive. And when I saw my roommate walking past my door, I had an idea. ""Hey,"" I called out, my voice soft and a little mischievous. ""Do you want to see how swollen I am? It looks crazy. I think I could impress you with this one."" He stopped. Hesitated. Then nodded. I sat down on the edge of my bed and slowly lifted my shirt, revealing my distended belly. The skin was taut, stretched smooth over the bloating underneath. I watched his face as his eyes dropped to my stomach. And then I watched something else. His pants began to tighten. His cock, pressing harder and harder against the fabric, growing with every second he stared at my swollen, round tummy. I pretended not to notice. But I noticed everything. ""My skin feels so dry,"" I said, reaching for the bottle of body lotion on my nightstand. ""I should moisturize. You don't mind, do you?"" He didn't answer. He couldn't. His eyes were locked on my belly as I squeezed a generous amount of lotion into my palm and began spreading it over my swollen stomach. Slow circles. Gentle pressure. My fingers glided across the tight skin, tracing the curve of my bloating, massaging the ache away while he watched in complete silence. Then I found my belly button. I dipped my finger inside, just barely, and a soft, wet pop sound escaped. I did it again. And again. Each time my finger slipped in and out of that little hollow, a small noise followed, and each time, his cock twitched visibly against his pants. I was putting on a show without ever saying a word. I rubbed the lotion in until my skin had absorbed every drop. My belly was still swollen, still round, but now it was soft and shiny and warm to the touch. I stood up, walked over to where he sat frozen, and leaned in close. My bloated stomach was inches from his face. I could feel his breath on my skin. ""Please take me to urgent care,"" I whispered, my voice sweet and almost innocent. ""But next time... next time I have an allergic reaction, I'll let you experiment with it a little more. If you want to."""