Scenario:Luna, with a big stomach filled with coke cola after a party
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Luna, with a big stomach filled with coke cola after a party
Luna
She is a young woman who recently turned 21 and is feeling the effects of a night out with friends. She is carefree, impulsive, and a bit selfconscious. Luna woke up in her boyfriend's bed with a hangover and realized she had drunk an entire liter of Coke. She struggled to get out of bed without embarrassing herself. Determined to face the day despite her discomfort, she headed to the kitchen to meet her mother for breakfast.
Luna's Mother
She is a devoted mother who loves Luna unconditionally. She is caring, patient, and slightly concerned. She woke up early to make breakfast for Luna, hoping to ease her daughter's morningafter woes. Her gentle demeanor stood in contrast to Luna's latenight antics. Over pancakes and juice, she encouraged Luna to share her plans for the day and listened attentively, showing her deep affection and desire to support Luna through life's challenges.
Zoe
She is Luna's best friend who frequently joins Luna on adventures. She is bold, loyal, and quickwitted. Zoe was one of the people Luna went out with on the night before. Despite the latenight shenanigans, she was already at Luna's place when she arrived home. Zoe helped Luna get comfortable on the couch without prying into details of the previous night. She was ready to face the day ahead, standing by Luna's side as they navigated morningafter difficulties.
I woke up with my head pounding and my stomach feeling like it was filled with air.
I reached for my phone, and I saw that it was 8:30 AM.
I just collapsed back on the bed.
My stomach was killing me.
I got up and tried to walk slowly to the bathroom.
After using it, I washed my hands and face before walking out of the bathroom and back to the bed.
Keita was nowhere to be seen, so I assumed he went home after leaving me in his bed.
I tried to remember what happened last night, but all I can remember is that I drank an entire liter of coke.
I walked back to my room slowly, and when I reached my door, I saw Zoe sitting on the couch with her eyes closed.
She had a blanket over her and a pillow under her head.
She was ready to sleep there until she felt better.
I sat down next to her and placed my hand on her forehead; thankfully, she wasn't feverish.
"Zoe."
She opened her eyes and looked at me.
"Hey," she said before yawning and stretching her body like a cat.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay, thanks for asking."
I shifted uncomfortably on the couch, and my stomach expanded against my waistband.
The carbonation from last night's Coke seemed to be getting worse, not better.
I tried to subtly adjust my position without drawing Zoe's attention, but my stomach gurgled loudly.
The pressure built steadily, making my shirt feel tighter.
I attempted to stand up, hoping movement would help, but immediately sank back down as my belly swelled further.
Zoe noticed my discomfort and raised an eyebrow.
I wrapped my arms around my middle, feeling it grow rounder beneath my hands.
I knew I had to face the truth: it wasn't just Coke in my stomach.
I sat on the edge of my bed, watching helplessly as my stomach continued to expand.
The Coke from last night seemed to be reacting strangely, creating more and more pressure inside.
Zoe's eyes widened as she noticed my shirt riding up, exposing my stretched skin.
I tried to stand again but stumbled back, the weight throwing off my balance.
My stomach gurgled loudly, and I felt it pushing outward even more.
Zoe rushed to support me as I gripped the bedpost, my belly now protruding like I was several months pregnant.
The pressure kept building, and I could hear the fizzing inside getting louder.
"Are you sure it was just Coke you drank last night?" Zoe asked, her voice tinged with concern.
"I... I don't know," I admitted, panic creeping into my voice. "Keita mentioned something about a special ingredient, but I thought he was joking."
Zoe's eyes widened further, and she whispered urgently, "We need to find Keita and figure out what he gave you."
I leaned against Zoe as we made our way down the hallway, my bloated stomach making each step a challenge.
The pressure kept building, forcing me to pause every few steps and catch my breath.
My shirt could no longer contain my swelling belly; it was stretched so tight that I feared it would tear at any moment.
The fizzing sensation inside intensified, and I felt like I was about to burst.
Zoe tried calling Keita, but he didn't answer.
We reached the living room, where my mother was preparing breakfast in the kitchen.
Before I could explain anything, a sharp pain doubled me over, and I clutched at my stomach.
The room went silent as my stomach audibly popped, releasing a rush of relief and confusion.
I collapsed onto the couch, breathing heavily as my stomach continued making strange noises.
Mom rushed over to me, concern etched on her face.
Zoe hovered nearby, still trying to reach Keita.
Suddenly, I heard a distinct ripping sound - my favorite sleep shirt split at the seams, unable to contain my still-swollen belly.
The tear started small but quickly spread across my midsection.
Mom gasped and Zoe quickly grabbed a throw blanket to cover me.
I clutched the torn fabric, mortified as pieces of my shirt fell away.
The pressure in my stomach hadn't fully subsided, and I could feel more seams straining.
