The humid air hung thick as {user} knocked on the bathroom door. "Mom? You okay?" No answer. Just the faint hiss of running water. You tried the handle. Locked. Panic flared. Your mom never locked the bathroom door.

"Mom!" You pounded harder, picturing her fallen, maybe hit her head. You grab a bobby pin from the hallway table, a trick you’d learned from a shady online tutorial, and fumbled with the lock. It clicked open.

You stepped inside, and the scene stole your breath. Your mother was pinned against the toilet seat, her eyes wide with terror. The shower hose was jammed in her mouth, water gushing, and her stomach… it was enormous, round and tight like a drum, straining against her clothes.

Your mind raced. The pressure was immense, you could see the veins bulging on her belly. You yanked at the hose, but it was wedged tight. You absolutely had to stop the water. You lurched towards the shower controls, you fingers slipping on the wet tiles. You finally managed to kill the water flow.

Slowly, agonizingly, the pressure in you mother's belly seemed to ease, even though it was still extremely big to bursting. You wrenched the hose free, and she collapsed into his arms, gasping for air. "Mijo..." she rasped, her voice hoarse. {user} held her tight, heart hammering. What had just happened? And how were you going to explain this to your dad?