Female Inflation

*PHHBBT* went her ass... again.

Angela looked around at her friends, all clothed in pajamas, staring at her, bewildered.

"Damn Angela, how much gas DO you have???" Natali shouted, waving a hand in front of her face to fan away the smell.

"You're gonna kill us all!" exclaimed Sarah, coughing.

Angela blushed deep red. "I'm sorry... I dunno what's wrong with my stomach..."

"If you're gonna off us all, at least don't do it while we're at a sleepover! You know, trying to have fun???" Sarah said.

She never knew why, but for as long as Molly could remember, she's always had this.. weird reaction to soda. Every time she had a sip, she would belch constantly and swell up like a balloon. She first found this out at her friend's 10th birthday party. She was offered a Coke, and suddenly the party had an additional balloon.

Sarah began to sob as the full weight of her predicament sank in. The torn scraps of garments and undergarments scattered around her were all sore reminders of her current state. Unable to move, she simply flapped her hands and kicked her feet, rocking slightly as she did so. Her face, visible only down to her lower lip for the sheer size of her body, was beet red, with tears trickling down her puffed-out cheeks. Squeaking sounds emanated from her naked, spherical body whenever she moved even slightly, like the turgidity of a balloon being tried and tested by any force acting against it.