"That's funny, I don't remember peaches giving me gas..." Zoe thought as she stared down at her belly poking out from underneath her shirt. While she had been ogling at women dressed in latex suits and two-piece bikinis, her belly had expanded out enough to show itself. Zoe couldn't shake the suspicion that there was more to what laid before her eyes, yet the call back to her fantasies grew terribly strong, and she diverted her attention away. About an hour passed before she looked down again and gasped in a cold-sweat horror as her belly had swelled out enough to openly sway when she stood up out of her computer chair.
"What's this?! This isn't some gas! And..." she was mid-sentence when she stopped to hear her belly making a queer sloshing sound. While frightening as she had no idea what was making it slosh, the sound itself was strangely soothing to listen to, like daydreaming to a babbling brook. Her concerns were torn between dashing for help and just standing there, losing herself to the comforts of the sloshing. Her feet weren't quite cemented, but either decision could alter that in a heartbeat...
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