My belly already aches under the pressure of my feast, round like a beach ball. Yet here I am, tilting back another fizzy soda, feeling it slosh straight into my packed stomach. The carbonation churns violently inside me, making me whimper as my midsection groans and strains from everything stuffed inside. It’s so tight... but I just can’t stop! My hands flutter over the swollen curve, equal parts soothing and fascinated by how much fuller I can still get. Fuller = happier piggy, right?