Gwen’s back pressed hard against the brick wall, the hose cold and firm against her lips. She tried to yell, but all that came out was a muffled gasp. “C’mon, Gwen… just… hold on a bit longer…” she muttered to herself, her voice wobbling as her stomach began to swell. At first, it was subtle — a soft curve under her shirt, like she’d accidentally swallowed too much air. But then the water really started rushing in, and the next thing she knew, her midsection ballooned outward, stretching her clothes tight and pulling at her arms as they braced against the wall. Her balance shifted immediately. She could feel the sloshing inside, like a water balloon in constant motion. Every small movement made her belly wobble and jiggle, forcing her to readjust constantly just to stay upright. “Okay… okay…” Gwen gritted her teeth, her fingers clawing at the bricks. “This is… manageable… maybe…” Another surge of water hit, and her stomach rounded further, the size now absurdly larger than normal. Her shirt strained at the seams, the fabric stretched smooth over the enormous curve. Her legs wobbled under the sudden extra weight, and she realized with a groan that she looked completely different — wide, round, and impossibly full. Despite the panic, Gwen couldn’t help a small laugh. “I can’t believe this is happening… I look like a human water balloon…” She took a careful step to adjust, and the inside sloshed audibly, sending ripples across her belly. She froze, realizing she might tip over if she moved too quickly. The hose hissed with pressure, reminding her that she was still not in control. Finally, the flow slowed. Gwen took a deep, careful breath and leaned back against the wall, wobbling slightly as the water settled. She looked down at herself — round, heavy, and comically bloated. “Well,” she muttered, smirking despite herself, “that’s one way to make a splash.” Gwen finally pushed off the wall, trying to walk, but each step was a challenge. Her enormous, bloated belly led the way, wobbling and sloshing like a giant water balloon with a mind of its own. Slosh. Wobble. Plop. She teetered, arms outstretched for balance, taking tiny, careful steps. The water inside shifted forward with each movement, sending her torso pitching slightly before settling again. Even her legs felt the extra weight, forcing her to adjust constantly. People on the street stopped and stared. A dog barked. A delivery cyclist nearly swerved off the sidewalk. “Uh… excuse me!” Gwen muttered, trying to dodge a trash can, but her midsection jiggled violently as she changed direction. Her clothes strained under the exaggerated roundness, and every wobble made her look absurdly inflated, like a cartoon float escaping a parade. A small child pointed. “Mom! Look! That lady’s… bouncing!” “Yes, yes I know!” Gwen called back, sighing. “I’m aware!” She tried to speed up to get out of the crowded street, but the sudden momentum sent the water sloshing forward, her belly swinging like a pendulum. Gwen had to grab a lamppost to steady herself, watching the waves ripple across her stomach. Slosh. Slosh. Wobble. Finally, she spotted a quiet alley and steered toward it, taking slow, careful steps. Each wobble reminded her how ridiculous the situation was, but also how utterly unavoidable — she was now, officially, a human water balloon. She paused, hands on her hips (as much as the roundness allowed), and muttered with mock pride: “Well… at least I’m making an impression.” With a deep breath, Gwen waddled forward again, sloshing her way down the street, determined to survive this soggy, comically inflated ordeal.