Oh my goodness, it's so good, I can't stop. I lift the soda right to my lips, guzzling it down with greedy sips—letting all those bubbles and sugar pack right into my already-stuffed belly. It gurgles and groans in protest, _sooo _full and round but... I just can't stop. Every gulp pushes my belly out just a _little _more—each sip making me whine and hiccup, but I keep drinking, determined to be extra bloated tonight.