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"And we're back, Ladies and Gentlemen! To...

POP!

THAT!

BELLYYYYY!!"

Everybody chanted and cheered as the game show host, John Burton, dressed in his flashy suit, sporting a wide, bright smile, walked in, waving at his audience, positioning himself in the center of the cone of light shinning from above. Everyone was excited for another new episode of their favorite game show. The audience were stomping their feet and fist pumping the air and the fans at home were at the edge of their seats, grabbing onto their coal and chips in sheer anticipation. Everyone knew was this game show was about and they were all giddy for a reason.

"If you're just tuning in, allow me to catch you up to speed. We've had three contestants try their hand at trying to eat beyond their limit in an attempt to pop their bellies. Our last contestant, Margaret, got close but something in her head prevented her from eating that last bite." the host looked down in disappointment, the audience nodding along, "But we still have one more contestant left, and I have a feeling this one will go all the way! Everyone give a round of applause to.... Kaaatrinaaaaaaaaaaa!"

As Katrina entered in her colorful jumpsuit, giving small jumps of excitement and waving to the crowd, they applauded and whistled for the new contestant walking out the doorway. She meets the host at the center of the stage and gives him a small hug.

“I’m glad you could join us, Katrina,” said the host, patting his guest on the shoulder.

“Happy to be here, Mr. Burton!” Katrina nearly squealed, a big grin glued between the bright cheeks on her face.

“Please, Mr. Burton was my father,” John Burton responded before turning to the camera, “Call me John.” The audience responded with laughter, though a slight groan was heard from the corner of the stage.

“Ok!” agreed Katrina excitedly.

“So Katrina, are you ready to make your belly explode?” asked John the host eagerly, grinning widely, showing his unnaturally white teeth.

“I sure am, Mr. Burton!” responded Katrina, receiving a serious look from John but interrupts him before he can correct, “I had a really big meal before I got on the set, as you can well see.” She said, patting the small bulge poking out of her middle.

“Well, won’t you look at that?” the host responded, rubbing her small belly, adding a small “By the way, call me John, I can’t stress that enough,” before turning his attention back to his guests swollen middle. “It does my heart proud to know that we have such dedicated fans. Like last week, when one of our guests overdid, she was doing the same thing, and she ended up prematurely exploding before we could get with the good stuff.”

The host nodded, remembering that time, some of the audience joined him in reminiscing it, looking off into the distance.

“Anyway! So Katrina, you know how this show is played, correct?” asked John, turning to his guest, Katrina.

“I do, Mr. Burton!” Katrina responded cheerfully.

“Please… It’s John, not Mr. Burton… just John” the host repeated, a low tone of annoyance in his speech before returning back to his loud, jolly tone, “But for those who are just tuning in, lets explain to them the rules.”

The stage in the back lit up brightly, showcasing a large, towering, and brightly colored wheel staged in the center of the background. The wheel was divided into dozens and dozens of sections, each one with a picture of a delicious dessert.

“So here’s how this show goes. We ask a member of the audience to give this wheel a big spin, and whichever desert the falls on the arrow down here, that’ll be the desert that our dear Katrina will eat. This process shall repeat until Kat’s belly can’t hold any more and she explodes… or when she wimp out…” the host groaned, almost disappointedly, “But come on, she’s our last guest, why on would she? Right?” asked the host, John, staring at Katrina with wide eyes. Katrina responded with a nod and an excited smile.

“Alright, so let’s have our first spinner!” the host announced, walking up to the audience, scanning for someone who was pretty enough for camera.

“You sir!” the host said, pointing to a dashing, young man. “Me?” “Yes you, come on up!” the host chimed, pulling the man up and leading him to the wheel. “Now give this wheel a big spin!” The man reached high up, grabbing a peg and pulling down, sending the wheel into a rapid spiral, sounding a round of loud clicks. As the wheel settled, the arrow pointed to the picture of a pie with the number 10 above it.

“Ohoho! Looks like Katrina’s first desert will a pie! Oh, but look, not just pie it’ll be, how many people?”

“TEN!

WHOLE!

PIES!”

“Yes, ten pies. Sandra, will you do the honor?”

A women dressed in a stunning red dress, appeared from behind the curtains, pushing a cart that held ten freshly made, delicious, mouthwatering pies. Katrina’s mouth dropped as she witnessed the spectacle.

“Katrina! Are you ready to devour these ten pies?” John asked loudly, extravagantly pointing to the cart filled with the warm pies.

“I sure am, Mr. Burton!” Katrina chimed happily, grabbing a pie tin.

“Jesus fuckin-oh!” the host mumbled under his breath before receiving a jab to his side by Sandra, “Alright, well I admire your enthusiasm, Katrina!” John began, once again in his jovial mood. “Now let’s see if your stomach can catch up with it!” he grinned.

Katrina giggled excitedly before digging into the pies, biting into them before slurping up its cherry, apple or pumpkin innards. The multiple pies were already taking an effect on the guests already stuffed belly as it began to swell larger with each pie she devoured, growing at the steady pace as it stretched out the fabric of the jump suit. The audiences went wild as upon noticing Katrina’s growing midriff. Sandra had provided a chair for the guest to rest on as she smacked on more delicious pies, feeding her ever-growing gut.

Once the pies were eaten, the process was repeated once again. A beautiful, young woman was chosen, the big wheel was spun, the arrow pointed to a dozen jelly rolls and Sandra wheeled in Katrina’s next desert. Then the audience would watch with glee as Katrina devoured the jelly rolls before her, smearing her face, and stretching jumpsuit, with red jelly. After every couple of jelly rolls, she would wipe her face and continue on, very much aware of the growing beneath her suit, giving off the image that she was expecting, signaling the impending doom of this guests growing belly.

As the wheel spun more, Katrina’s belly grew bigger, billowing out in all directions as more and more pastries were eaten by the ravenous guest, the host maintaining a jolly demeanor as these events played, giving off playful quips here and there.

After the fifth spin, the last one rewarding Katrina with half a dozen cakes, adding to the already swollen orb of Katrina’s belly, the host interrupted the scene. Katrina’s belly had grown to ridiculous sizes, obviously dwarfing the guest, along with everyone else on set. Her gut stood sturdy, barely brushing the waxed floor of the stage. Audible groans could be heard from within the overstuffed gut. The jumpsuit has done a fantastic job in keeping itself together as the contents within it has expanded to grand sizes, giving the belly the look of an overinflated elastic ball. Her skin, on the other hand, was straining terribly, trying to prevent Katrina’s wish of being splattered across the floor from being fulfilled. Hidden beneath jumpsuit, stretch marks had crisscrossed all across the red shaded belly of hers. Unaware, but secretly hoping, of the belly imminent disaster, the host approached his swollen guest.

“So Katrina,” he began, leaning close to the overfed guest sprawled on the overbearing chair, rubbing her gut gently, “How are you feeling right now?”

“I… I’m feeling good, John,” she responded, much to the host’s delight, a small groan escaping her lips, her belly seemed to be dealing more than it can handle, “I think I’m… I’m close to exploding now…” she nodded, trying to contain the contents in her gut long enough as to not explode prematurely, “I think I might go off any, oh! Any second now!” she squealed uncomfortably, felling her belly convulse as the contents continued to shift within her, causing her gut swell some more.

“Well I’m glad to hear that!” he responded, turning to the camera, “So, this is the moment we’ve been waiting for! Will Katrina finally detonate, splattering the audience and everyone else on the set with her digested pastries, or will she wimp out and be known as the first woman to cause Pop That Belly to air without anyone exploding?” he paused briefly, looking at the camera intensively, “We will find out… after these messages!”

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“Well come back to…

POP!

THAT!

BELLY!”

The set light up and the audience applauded. Since the pause, Katrina’s belly has grown a bit over time, quivering slightly over the building pressure of all the pastries expanding and shifting inside of her belly as it continues to find more room in the ever tightening belly of Katrina. The low groan has now build up to a roaring storm as the gut is nearing its demise. The host, John Burton, and his assistant, Sandra, are now standing behind a clear blast shield to protect themselves from the impending splat.

“Welcome back! When we left, Katrina here told us that she felt like she was going to explode any second now. But thanks to some sheer determination, she had made it past the commercial break. So tell us Katrina, are we still a go on the whole ‘possibly exploding’ situation or did feeling pass?” the host asked, yelling from behind the panel, waving his arms to Katrina, who couldn’t hear him past her noisy belly, but guessed that he is asking about her current, explosive condition.

Katrina tried to answer but couldn’t get passed “I…” before moaning in an extreme discomfort and attended to his overbearing gut, trying to maintain her gluttonous and overblown form until she has her cue to go off. She resorted to giving John a shaky but reassuring thumb up. The sound team worked hard to make sure the audience, and the viewers at home, were able to hear the host past the thunderous groans coming from the gut.

“Alright people, the moment we’ve all been waiting for. The action that’ll finish off this episode!” he then lowered his voice, as if Katrina was going to hear him through all the groans and creaks emitting from her titanic gut. “Now, we’ll be sending in one our own to go and feed her the morsel that’ll send her gut over the edge. We all know that she’s been holding back so that she can explode on cue, but we think this way will be much better.” The host smiled, watching as one the underpaid interns snuck behind the strained Katrina, he quickly popped a small cupcake into her mouth and ran off set.

Katrina was taken by surprise by this sudden action, confused as to what the host wanted from this. She looked towards him in confusion, seeing him hand-signaling to keep holding. She was willing to try, but she could feel her attempts ra[idly slipping, her gut was readjusting more frantically, her quivering gut growing to a loud tremor as the contents in her belly could find no other place to go but out. As the gurgling pressure within her build, she finally understood what the host was aiming and she was eager to go out this way. As her belly pulsed outwards one last time, growing past its limit, it finally detonated with a resounding

KER-SPLAT!!

The viewers at home were shown a cartoonier explosion, as her detonation was obstructed with a bolded SPLAT!

John Burton emerged from behind the cream covered shield clean, along with his dashing assistant, Sandra, and turned to the smeared audience.

“Well that concludes another episode of

POP!

THAT!

BELLY!

Thanks for joining us, and we hope to see you next week.”

--------------Credits----------------

As the credits rolled, a clip from last week played, where John introduced his next guest, Matilda, who entered with a extremely overstuffed belly, waddling towards him with difficulty. The two chatted about her odd appearance, Matilda showing clear signs of discomfort, rubbing her gut and bending over at one point clutching her belly. Despite all this, Matilda signaled John that she alright and could continue, unaware that her gut had been swelling steadily as her large meal was catching up to her frame.

The two continued with the routine, John explaining the rules of the game before returning every once in awhile to poke fun at Matilda’s bloated form, commenting at how she looks bigger now than before, playfully stepping a few feet back before chuckling at the silliness. John again asks if Matilda is able to continue, noticing a growing discomfort in her actions. Matilda tried to answer but was cut off but a sudden jump in her gut, causing them both to stare at it shocked.

Suddenly Matilda grabbed her belly and cried in pain as her belly began to tremble and quake as her gut was going to meet a premature end. Though she didn’t look as big as Katrina had gotten, it was evident that she was much less resistant when it came to eating big. Her belly jumped forward, growing a tad bigger, suspended in the air for a brief second, Matilda’s eyes rolled back and her mouth held wide open, before disappearing in a screen clearing explosion.

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A small portion of the earnings is donated to the national organization of “Lets End World Hunger Already Association”.

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"And we're back, Ladies and Gentlemen! To...

POP!

THAT!

BELLYYYYY!!"

Everybody chanted and cheered as the game show host, John Burton, dressed in his flashy suit, sporting a wide, bright smile, walked in, waving at his audience, positioning himself in the center of the cone of light shinning from above. Everyone was excited for another new episode of their favorite game show. The audience were stomping their feet and fist pumping the air and the fans at home were at the edge of their seats, grabbing onto their coal and chips in sheer anticipation. Everyone knew was this game show was about and they were all giddy for a reason.

"If you're just tuning in, allow me to catch you up to speed. We've had three contestants try their hand at trying to eat beyond their limit in an attempt to pop their bellies. Our last contestant, Margaret, got close but something in her head prevented her from eating that last bite." the host looked down in disappointment, the audience nodding along, "But we still have one more contestant left, and I have a feeling this one will go all the way! Everyone give a round of applause to.... Kaaatrinaaaaaaaaaaa!"

As Katrina entered in her colorful jumpsuit, giving small jumps of excitement and waving to the crowd, they applauded and whistled for the new contestant walking out the doorway. She meets the host at the center of the stage and gives him a small hug.

“I’m glad you could join us, Katrina,” said the host, patting his guest on the shoulder.

“Happy to be here, Mr. Burton!” Katrina nearly squealed, a big grin glued between the bright cheeks on her face.

“Please, Mr. Burton was my father,” John Burton responded before turning to the camera, “Call me John.” The audience responded with laughter, though a slight groan was heard from the corner of the stage.

“Ok!” agreed Katrina excitedly.

“So Katrina, are you ready to make your belly explode?” asked John the host eagerly, grinning widely, showing his unnaturally white teeth.

“I sure am, Mr. Burton!” responded Katrina, receiving a serious look from John but interrupts him before he can correct, “I had a really big meal before I got on the set, as you can well see.” She said, patting the small bulge poking out of her middle.

“Well, won’t you look at that?” the host responded, rubbing her small belly, adding a small “By the way, call me John, I can’t stress that enough,” before turning his attention back to his guests swollen middle. “It does my heart proud to know that we have such dedicated fans. Like last week, when one of our guests overdid, she was doing the same thing, and she ended up prematurely exploding before we could get with the good stuff.”

The host nodded, remembering that time, some of the audience joined him in reminiscing it, looking off into the distance.

“Anyway! So Katrina, you know how this show is played, correct?” asked John, turning to his guest, Katrina.

“I do, Mr. Burton!” Katrina responded cheerfully.

“Please… It’s John, not Mr. Burton… just John” the host repeated, a low tone of annoyance in his speech before returning back to his loud, jolly tone, “But for those who are just tuning in, lets explain to them the rules.”

The stage in the back lit up brightly, showcasing a large, towering, and brightly colored wheel staged in the center of the background. The wheel was divided into dozens and dozens of sections, each one with a picture of a delicious dessert.

“So here’s how this show goes. We ask a member of the audience to give this wheel a big spin, and whichever desert the falls on the arrow down here, that’ll be the desert that our dear Katrina will eat. This process shall repeat until Kat’s belly can’t hold any more and she explodes… or when she wimp out…” the host groaned, almost disappointedly, “But come on, she’s our last guest, why on would she? Right?” asked the host, John, staring at Katrina with wide eyes. Katrina responded with a nod and an excited smile.

“Alright, so let’s have our first spinner!” the host announced, walking up to the audience, scanning for someone who was pretty enough for camera.

“You sir!” the host said, pointing to a dashing, young man. “Me?” “Yes you, come on up!” the host chimed, pulling the man up and leading him to the wheel. “Now give this wheel a big spin!” The man reached high up, grabbing a peg and pulling down, sending the wheel into a rapid spiral, sounding a round of loud clicks. As the wheel settled, the arrow pointed to the picture of a pie with the number 10 above it.

“Ohoho! Looks like Katrina’s first desert will a pie! Oh, but look, not just pie it’ll be, how many people?”

“TEN!

WHOLE!

PIES!”

“Yes, ten pies. Sandra, will you do the honor?”

A women dressed in a stunning red dress, appeared from behind the curtains, pushing a cart that held ten freshly made, delicious, mouthwatering pies. Katrina’s mouth dropped as she witnessed the spectacle.

“Katrina! Are you ready to devour these ten pies?” John asked loudly, extravagantly pointing to the cart filled with the warm pies.

“I sure am, Mr. Burton!” Katrina chimed happily, grabbing a pie tin.

“Jesus fuckin-oh!” the host mumbled under his breath before receiving a jab to his side by Sandra, “Alright, well I admire your enthusiasm, Katrina!” John began, once again in his jovial mood. “Now let’s see if your stomach can catch up with it!” he grinned.

Katrina giggled excitedly before digging into the pies, biting into them before slurping up its cherry, apple or pumpkin innards. The multiple pies were already taking an effect on the guests already stuffed belly as it began to swell larger with each pie she devoured, growing at the steady pace as it stretched out the fabric of the jump suit. The audiences went wild as upon noticing Katrina’s growing midriff. Sandra had provided a chair for the guest to rest on as she smacked on more delicious pies, feeding her ever-growing gut.

Once the pies were eaten, the process was repeated once again. A beautiful, young woman was chosen, the big wheel was spun, the arrow pointed to a dozen jelly rolls and Sandra wheeled in Katrina’s next desert. Then the audience would watch with glee as Katrina devoured the jelly rolls before her, smearing her face, and stretching jumpsuit, with red jelly. After every couple of jelly rolls, she would wipe her face and continue on, very much aware of the growing beneath her suit, giving off the image that she was expecting, signaling the impending doom of this guests growing belly.

As the wheel spun more, Katrina’s belly grew bigger, billowing out in all directions as more and more pastries were eaten by the ravenous guest, the host maintaining a jolly demeanor as these events played, giving off playful quips here and there.

After the fifth spin, the last one rewarding Katrina with half a dozen cakes, adding to the already swollen orb of Katrina’s belly, the host interrupted the scene. Katrina’s belly had grown to ridiculous sizes, obviously dwarfing the guest, along with everyone else on set. Her gut stood sturdy, barely brushing the waxed floor of the stage. Audible groans could be heard from within the overstuffed gut. The jumpsuit has done a fantastic job in keeping itself together as the contents within it has expanded to grand sizes, giving the belly the look of an overinflated elastic ball. Her skin, on the other hand, was straining terribly, trying to prevent Katrina’s wish of being splattered across the floor from being fulfilled. Hidden beneath jumpsuit, stretch marks had crisscrossed all across the red shaded belly of hers. Unaware, but secretly hoping, of the belly imminent disaster, the host approached his swollen guest.

“So Katrina,” he began, leaning close to the overfed guest sprawled on the overbearing chair, rubbing her gut gently, “How are you feeling right now?”

“I… I’m feeling good, John,” she responded, much to the host’s delight, a small groan escaping her lips, her belly seemed to be dealing more than it can handle, “I think I’m… I’m close to exploding now…” she nodded, trying to contain the contents in her gut long enough as to not explode prematurely, “I think I might go off any, oh! Any second now!” she squealed uncomfortably, felling her belly convulse as the contents continued to shift within her, causing her gut swell some more.

“Well I’m glad to hear that!” he responded, turning to the camera, “So, this is the moment we’ve been waiting for! Will Katrina finally detonate, splattering the audience and everyone else on the set with her digested pastries, or will she wimp out and be known as the first woman to cause Pop That Belly to air without anyone exploding?” he paused briefly, looking at the camera intensively, “We will find out… after these messages!”

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“Well come back to…

POP!

THAT!

BELLY!”

The set light up and the audience applauded. Since the pause, Katrina’s belly has grown a bit over time, quivering slightly over the building pressure of all the pastries expanding and shifting inside of her belly as it continues to find more room in the ever tightening belly of Katrina. The low groan has now build up to a roaring storm as the gut is nearing its demise. The host, John Burton, and his assistant, Sandra, are now standing behind a clear blast shield to protect themselves from the impending splat.

“Welcome back! When we left, Katrina here told us that she felt like she was going to explode any second now. But thanks to some sheer determination, she had made it past the commercial break. So tell us Katrina, are we still a go on the whole ‘possibly exploding’ situation or did feeling pass?” the host asked, yelling from behind the panel, waving his arms to Katrina, who couldn’t hear him past her noisy belly, but guessed that he is asking about her current, explosive condition.

Katrina tried to answer but couldn’t get passed “I…” before moaning in an extreme discomfort and attended to his overbearing gut, trying to maintain her gluttonous and overblown form until she has her cue to go off. She resorted to giving John a shaky but reassuring thumb up. The sound team worked hard to make sure the audience, and the viewers at home, were able to hear the host past the thunderous groans coming from the gut.

“Alright people, the moment we’ve all been waiting for. The action that’ll finish off this episode!” he then lowered his voice, as if Katrina was going to hear him through all the groans and creaks emitting from her titanic gut. “Now, we’ll be sending in one our own to go and feed her the morsel that’ll send her gut over the edge. We all know that she’s been holding back so that she can explode on cue, but we think this way will be much better.” The host smiled, watching as one the underpaid interns snuck behind the strained Katrina, he quickly popped a small cupcake into her mouth and ran off set.

Katrina was taken by surprise by this sudden action, confused as to what the host wanted from this. She looked towards him in confusion, seeing him hand-signaling to keep holding. She was willing to try, but she could feel her attempts ra[idly slipping, her gut was readjusting more frantically, her quivering gut growing to a loud tremor as the contents in her belly could find no other place to go but out. As the gurgling pressure within her build, she finally understood what the host was aiming and she was eager to go out this way. As her belly pulsed outwards one last time, growing past its limit, it finally detonated with a resounding

KER-SPLAT!!

The viewers at home were shown a cartoonier explosion, as her detonation was obstructed with a bolded SPLAT!

John Burton emerged from behind the cream covered shield clean, along with his dashing assistant, Sandra, and turned to the smeared audience.

“Well that concludes another episode of

POP!

THAT!

BELLY!

Thanks for joining us, and we hope to see you next week.”

--------------Credits----------------

As the credits rolled, a clip from last week played, where John introduced his next guest, Matilda, who entered with a extremely overstuffed belly, waddling towards him with difficulty. The two chatted about her odd appearance, Matilda showing clear signs of discomfort, rubbing her gut and bending over at one point clutching her belly. Despite all this, Matilda signaled John that she alright and could continue, unaware that her gut had been swelling steadily as her large meal was catching up to her frame.

The two continued with the routine, John explaining the rules of the game before returning every once in awhile to poke fun at Matilda’s bloated form, commenting at how she looks bigger now than before, playfully stepping a few feet back before chuckling at the silliness. John again asks if Matilda is able to continue, noticing a growing discomfort in her actions. Matilda tried to answer but was cut off but a sudden jump in her gut, causing them both to stare at it shocked.

Suddenly Matilda grabbed her belly and cried in pain as her belly began to tremble and quake as her gut was going to meet a premature end. Though she didn’t look as big as Katrina had gotten, it was evident that she was much less resistant when it came to eating big. Her belly jumped forward, growing a tad bigger, suspended in the air for a brief second, Matilda’s eyes rolled back and her mouth held wide open, before disappearing in a screen clearing explosion.

-------------------------------------------

A small portion of the earnings is donated to the national organization of “Lets End World Hunger Already Association”.