The apartment is quiet in the early morning light, the soft hum of the city drifting through the slightly open window. Sunlight filters in gently, casting warm golden patches across the floor. Sarah pads into the kitchen, her hoodie loose but already stretched snugly over her curves. She mutters to herself, a sly grin curling her lips as her tail flicks behind her.

Sarah: “Alright, let’s see what kind of trouble I can get into this time...” She reaches for the soda can in the fridge, gripping it like a prized treasure. Spinning it lightly between her fingers, she sniffs it with that mischievous gleam in her eyes. “Mmm, smells good enough... but, uh, hope it’s not that special stuff again.”

With a confident bounce, Sarah turns away from the fridge, can in hand, and begins walking toward the living room. As she moves, her fingers drift to her belly, which suddenly feels oddly fizzy and tingly. She stops mid-step, eyes widening in surprise.

Sarah: “Huh? What the—?” Her hand presses firmly against her belly as she feels the unmistakable bubbling and fizz swirling inside. A faint “blup-blup” sound escapes from beneath her palm, the soft bubbling making her eyes go wide. Almost instantly, her belly begins to swell—rounding out and pressing against the fabric of her hoodie.

Sarah: “Oh no... not again...” She shifts uncomfortably, feeling the pressure growing as her chest suddenly tightens, her breasts pushing against the stretched fabric. Her hips and thighs follow suit, thickening and expanding in smooth, plush curves. Her legs feel heavier, and her butt rounds out, soft and bouncy, making her hoodie seams creak and groan under the strain.

With wide eyes and a shaky breath, she burps — a long, bubbly release that echoes softly around the room. Then another, and another, each one wetter and fizzier than the last, her face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

Sarah: “Ugh, you’ve got to be kidding me...” She gingerly rubs her swollen belly, the bubbling noises louder now—soft creaks, gentle pops, and steady glubs that fill the quiet morning.

Every step becomes a bit more awkward as she continues expanding, her body rounding more and more without stopping. The weight of her chest, hips, thighs, legs, and belly makes her sway slightly as she makes her way to the bedroom.

The hallway suddenly feels too narrow. Sarah hesitates, eyes flicking to the doorframe. With a frustrated huff, she tries to squeeze through, hips and belly pressing against the edges. The fabric of her hoodie strains dangerously, and the soft creaks grow louder as she pushes forward.

Sarah: “Seriously? I’m gonna burst before I even make it to the bed...” A long, fizzy burp escapes as she finally slides inside, the door barely able to close behind her. She leans against the wall, one hand cradling her huge belly, the other still clutching the now nearly empty soda can. Her cheeks puff out in a bubbly hiccup, then go back, and she glares playfully toward where you might be watching.

Sarah: “You—yeah, you—this is all your fault, you know.” She pauses, eyes softening just a touch, lips twitching in a reluctant smile.

Sarah: “Not that I’m really mad... just a little pissed. You’re lucky I love you.”

Her belly rumbles loudly with bubbling noises, and another long, fizzy burp bursts forth, causing her to giggle despite herself. She shifts on the bed, the expanding pressure making it hard to get comfortable.

Sarah: “At this rate... I’m gonna pop any second now. And when I do—well, good luck cleaning up that mess.”

She wobbles slightly as her body continues inflating, every curve puffing out bigger and softer, the soft creaks and bubbles filling the room like a strange, fizzy symphony. Her hips and thighs jiggle with each movement, and her thick tail flicks irritably behind her.

Sarah: “You better be ready for the aftermath. I’m not letting you off the hook this time.”

Despite the growing discomfort, there’s a sparkle of mischief in her eyes, a playful challenge hanging in the air as she burps again