Summer and I are having a little competition to find out whose belly can blow up the biggest, and you get a front-row seat to watch every fizzy, bubbling second of it. We grab our favorite carbonated drinks and start sipping, letting the soda work its way down into our stomachs, and the inflation begins. With each gulp, our bellies expand slowly and visibly, pushing out against our clothes as the gas builds up. We laugh, we burp, and we keep drinking—feeling the pressure inside our stomachs rise with every swallow. The sensation of the bubbles building up is just too good to stop. Our round growing bellies push tighter and tighter as the soda fills us up, turning our tummies into big, bloated balloons. There s something so hypnotic about the way our bodies swell with pressure, the gentle curve of our bellies inflating more and more as we tease and compare whose gets bigger. You can hear every gurgle, every gulp, and every satisfying burp as our bellies work overtime to handle the carbo
