Gas II

Note: This is a story-prompt for Smith Jim.

Unfortunately I misread the prompt, I will post a slightly-tweaked version of this to better reflect the prompt request.

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Over the next few days, Sandra tried to release the gas, but she could never seem to relieve it completely, and in only a few hours, she would become uncomfortably bloated again to the point of looking nine months pregnant.

Sandra saw a specialist, who declared Sandra’s condition unprecedented, and called in a colleague. Soon Sandra found herself surrounded by doctors, who were staring at her as though she was an alien.

In the following days, she was referred to specialist after specialist, and had to put up with awkward waits in crowded waiting rooms, and clerical staff members continuously trying to direct her to maternity wards.

Finally, Sandra had no choice but to give up. She had missed enough of work, and now she was at serious risk of losing her job.

She returned to the office, and did her best to ignore the stares of her colleagues. She made a strategic schedule of breaks, in which she would slip off, and relieve the growing pressure. And though Sandra did not shrink much further than her present, at-term-looking state, she did not grow any larger, which was a minor victory. She even took to wearing maternity clothes to spare of herself the difficulties of finding tops in extraordinary sizes at regular stores.

She looked perpetually pregnant. Her belly was big and low. She noticed her breasts had gotten slightly plumper, as had her hips. With a visit to her primary physician, Sandra learned that her body seemed to think she was with child, and was preparing itself accordingly. Her breasts were engorged, and her pelvis was spreading. The whole thing unnerved her, but as there was nothing she could do about it, she did her best to ignore it.

Her dating life was ruined, or so she had thought. It had taken a full month to get a date, and she was sure Richard probably thought her to be pregnant.

They met at a fancy Italian place. Sandra eased herself down carefully. She was surprised by how naturally the conversation flowed, and how much she was enjoying herself, despite her traitorous body. She had previously condemned herself to a life of loneliness. Sandra’s belly prodded the edge of the table, and she blinked.

Oh! she thought belatedly. She was late to relieve herself. “Excuse me,” she said, standing with care. Grimacing at the pressure in her gut, Sandra headed to the bathroom, and was dismayed to see there were already several people waiting in line to use it.

Sandra waited and waited. Back at the table, she could see Richard impatiently tapping his fingers. After fifteen minutes, her Richard paid the check and started to leave. There was only one more person in the line ahead of her, but Sandra had no choice but to leave and intercept Richard at the exit door.

“Sorry,” she said, breathless and quite tight.

The frustrated look disappeared from Richard face. “I almost thought you snuck out.” He walked Sandra to her car.

“Oh, I was thinking about it,” Sandra teased, as she hoped he didn’t take notice of how much bigger she was. Her belly was large and heaving and uncomfortably pressurized. It lightly bumped against Richard’s torso as they turned to face each other. She imagined she looked as though she was overdue with twins by then. She could feel her swollen breasts heavily bulging against the cups of her bra.

The tension was only growing. Sandra held her lower belly, her legs fidgeting beneath her. She absently tugged at the bottom of her maternity blouse as her body continued to steadily outgrow it. She was so tight by then. She needed relief. She just needed to get into her car.

“Regretfully, I’m going to have to ask you for a second date,” Richard teased back.

Sandra gave him a winning smile. Her belly stood between them like a barrier.

Richard laid his hands on her waist, pressing slightly into her girth, causing her to squeak. He took this as a good thing. As he leaned down to kiss her, Sandra opened her mouth, and a belch came out.

As Richard stared at her in shock, Sandra was horrified.

“Of my god, I am so—” She belched again, cutting herself off. Her belly was wracked with vicious tremors. “Oh god,” Sandra choked out, before releasing belch after belch. She opened her car door before she could do anything worse, squeezed herself behind the steering wheel, belched again, and drove off.