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"Wow, this boba is amazing. It's so flavourful and sweet -- and the boba aren't too chewy or bland." Deva was enjoying her date. She had gotten dressed up in a cute yellow jumpsuit, after spending longer than she would have liked to admit picking it out. Bubble tea is always a good first date choice, since you can get out quickly if you aren't a match, or stretch out the evening if you have chemistry. That night, she was rather enjoying her company.

Her stomach gurgled.

"Oof--sorry. I am just not feeling too well," she said, lightly clasping her belly with her hand.

"Oh, no worries," her date responded. Max was a quiet, outdoorsy-type with a stunning smile. Deva was quite taken with them.

Deva's belly let out another squelch. Max graciously ignored it. After 30 seconds or so, Deva was interrupted by her own fart. "Excuse me," she quickly acknowledged, before continuing on with her sentence. Her insides rolled and she let out a long belch.

"You don't look so good," Max said with a look of concern. "I mean--you look good, you just don't look like you're feeling well."

"No, no, it's fine -- we can hang out a little longer. It's not urgent."

"It doesn't need to be urgent, there's a bathroom back there," they pointed at the back of the store. "I can wait." Deva felt a twinge of pain at the bottom of her belly as she let out another fart. A girl at the table behind them looked over her shoulder towards Deva.

"Actually," Deva conceded, "I'll be right back."

"Of course." Deva stood up and immediately felt everything inside of her move down. Max tried not to stare as they were now eye level with her visibly bloated belly.

"Excuse me," Deva shuffled through the shop to the bathroom in the back, letting out a small fart every couple of steps. She got to the bathroom and saw it marked with a sign reading: ASK US FOR KEY. "Shit." She waddled towards the counter, placing her hands on her hips and leaning back slightly to balance out the new weight on her front. She felt a noticeable sloshing as she walked, stifling burps.

"Excuse me--" she asked the woman at the counter. "Can I have the---" she interrupted herself with a burp. Max looked up from their phone and saw Deva's new figure. Her belly was...well, big. It sat a little bit low on her, full but weighed down slightly. The yellow jump suit stretched stiffly around her. "...bathroom key?" The woman nodded and handed her a key attached to a wooden spoon.

Deva speed-walked back to the bathroom and threw open the door, shutting it behind her as quickly as possible and letting out a long, relieving fart. "Thank God." She looked down to realize how swollen she was underneath her jumpsuit. She reached over her shoulder to undo the clasp at the top of the jumpsuit, which slid all the down to its end at her ass upon her undoing it. She pulled down the top of the jumpsuit so that her chest and belly were visible. A relief. Her belly somehow looked bigger exposed. Or maybe she just hadn't noticed she could no longer see her feet until now. She cupped her belly at the bottom, feeling the weight in her hand. She let out another fart. The texture of the bottom of her belly was strange. It was hard enough, sure, but when she moved her fingers she could feel hard little...balls? As if she had swallowed marbles. She pulled up her belly with her hands to cradle it, dislodging some more burps. She moaned slightly and tilted her head back in pain. A deep rumble came from within her. Realizing the urgency, she waddled her cradling belly over to the toilet. Any longer and she would become a human popping boba. It did not take long for Deva to realize she had been filled up with tea, though it did take considerably longer to get it all out. After finally being able to fit back into her jumpsuit, Deva returned to Max, who didn't comment when Deva's stomach would rumble the rest of the night.

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The difficult thing about ordering takeout from a new place is that you never know if you're going to like what you get. Yesterday, I tried a new sandwich place. I got their pear, apple, and turkey sandwich -- very bougie. It was delicious, but it wasn't very long before my leggings started feeling tighter. I figured it was just bloating -- I do have a very sensitive stomach. As I was getting ready for bed later, I caught a glance of myself in the mirror and I could have sworn my ass was bigger than the day before. I went to bed anyway, assuming it was a product of my exhaustion, but when I woke up my ass was so much notably bigger that I couldn't deny it. I was going to wear this cute dress today, but I can't imagine it will fit over it...

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I started having this unrealistic/alternative inflation fantasy of being used like a human whipped cream canister...

Chugging or being pumped full of huge amounts of heavy cream, until my stomach is full of thick, churning liquid. I cradle my middle with both my hands for support, hearing all the smooth gurgles and foreboding bubbling of my insides. I'm plugged up and a nitrous oxide pump is pushed into me (which end is up to you). Any space that is left inside me is stretched full of the air, my burps kept down to adequately pressurize my insides.

After a quick jostle to shake up the cream inside of me, an attachment of the plug allows for the cream to be sprayed out, whipped perfectly. Each release of cream eases the pressure a little, so I can only hope my kinky partner/tormentor/etc is planning on eating a lot of dessert -- or maybe they're planning on my eating a lot of dessert...

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the chocolate in my pantry from the holidays has made me think about being inflated with brownie batter.

maybe a slice of a decadent brownie tastes good on the tongue, but causes me to feel a slow, liquidy churn inside me. by late in the evening, my belly is full of thick batter — though i wouldn’t know it, i’m just experiencing some odd indigestion, of course.

going to bed with my pajamas stretched around my middle, i fall asleep with my belly delicately perched above me, as if it might spill onto my sides. it grumbles with smooth, creamy batter. maybe it stops there, and i involuntarily pump the batter out of me, or i get help from a kind (or sadistic 😉) soul.

or, maybe i awake to my belly somehow slightly fuller from before and much firmer. there is only a very quiet bubbling, and no movement inside of me. i stand to feel how heavy my belly is— dense, even.

someone might realize that somehow the batter became baked inside me, and i would certainly need help getting it out. it might take a long time to get it out though, so i would inevitably have to go out in public at some point, trying to squeeze my belly into some concealing jeans — and try not to clutch myself as the sweet treat is compacted further inside of me.

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Incident Report 001 Concerning the danger and subsequent containment of the genetically modified so-called "Dinner Oranges," marketed as equally filling as a meal.

Venue: La Secreta Orange Grove and Juicing Center Date and time of incident: Monday. 11 AM. Business hours, operating as usual. Description of incident: A staff member working as a picker for La Secreta Orange Grove and Juicing Center pockets a "Dinner Orange" in their apron while working a shift. During their lunch break, the employee mingles with some other employees in the break room of the juicing center. Without their own meal, the employee takes out the "Dinner Orange" and cuts out a slice with a paring knife. They report that the orange was particularly sweet and juicy. After slowly eating the remainder of the orange, the employee claims that the fruit was abnormally satisfying. Witnesses say that about 15 minutes after the employee began eating, they started hearing loud rumbles and gurgles coming from the employee's intestines. The employee confirms this, and testifies that they felt a strangely pleasurable fizzing sensation coming from their insides. Nearby employees report that the employee's mid section began swelling noticeably, over the course of about 5 minutes. One reports that "their belt was working harder than a mule," and another that "you'd think they'd swallowed a beach ball." The employee states that this swelling initially felt like typical bloating, but it quickly turned to a sensation of their body filling with liquid, which they compared to a water balloon. After several unintentional emissions, the employee excused themselves to the restroom. They found themselves unable to abate the swelling of their large, rotund middle, and furthermore, unable to re-button their pants. It is at this point that they claim they called management, who declined requests for comment. They say that managers emptied a portion of the juicing facility and escorted the employee, holding up their pants under their belly with their hands, to the top of an orange juicer. They claim that management did not turn the juicer on, but instead used the juicers structure "like a drain." They claim that an upper management staff member who they were unfamiliar with sat slightly above them and began massaging their bulging middle with nitrile-gloved hands. The employee testifies that their stomach was "rock hard" and that sloshing was audible. After some coaxing, the employee claims they became unable to control their pelvic floor muscles and the contents of their stomach began draining into the juicer below them ("all of it...it all started coming out"). They claim that their waste was not typical, but was instead orange juice, with pulp and pith that they could "feel sliding out." The employee claims that their condition produced the equivalent of two gallons of "orange juice," and that they were "silenced" when they were let go the following day. La Secreta denies the incident and reassures the public that their advertisements are honest that their oranges produce "all the orange juice you could drink!" Agents are currently overseeing the facility and all "Dinner Orange" shipments are halted and recalled until the investigation is complete.

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Incident Report 002

Concerning the unreported side effects of the digestion aid “Fizzall”.

Venue: NA

Date and time of incident: Beginning Sunday evening, around 7 pm.

Description of incident: Sunday evening, a woman took two capsules, as recommended, of the digestion aid “Fizzall.” She reported no side effects that evening. The following morning, she reported some minor swelling in her abdomen, but says she was still able to carry on throughout her day as normal. By the end of the day, she claims that her bulging middle pressed snuggly against the waistband of her pants. The following morning, she testifies that it took considerable effort to button her denim jeans, and so opted for a dress instead. She claims she was eating and drinking as normal, but was not having bowel movements. Co-workers testify that they did not notice the victim’s middle at this time. She says she is able to conduct the following evening as usual, but does mention feeling her insides were perhaps heavier than usual. The next day, she arrives at work wearing a dress again. Her co-workers claim that her swelling was noticeable at this point. The most destructive side effect comes that evening, while on a date at a local eatery. The victim claims that she was unable to sit at the bar due to the size of her protruding stomach. Her date confirms that she subtly supported her abdomen with her hands at points, which she claims was due to the weight. Part way through the meal, the victim claims she felt “a tremendous rush, like a waterfall inside me.” Her date and a server both report hearing loud fizzing and gurgling sounds, which she apologized for. Upon standing to go to the bathroom, the victim claims that her “stomach dropped” and she began producing copious amounts of foam from her rear end, which she was unable to stop. Restaurant staff struggled to collect the foam in a variety of buckets and bowls.

Agents were notified of the incident by local responders, who were unable to abate the condition. No treatment is known at this time, and several other victims have been identified. Victims have been relocated to secure facilities for waste management. The foam in question has a weight and density much greater than similar water-based substances, and its contents are not known at this time. The producers of “Fizzall” deny the claims, and a recall has been placed on the product.