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*The Following Episode was brought to you in part by*

Poppin’ Cola Soda!

For when you’re in need of a drink that’ll give you that warm bloated feeling!

Poppin’ Cola Soda!

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“Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen to..........

POP!

THAT!

BELLY!”

The show's iconic tune played to the few people in the audience who arrived for the show. All the other empty seats were filled in with interns who were not paid enough for this job.

“And here’s your host, Joooooooooooooooohn Burtooooooooooooooooooooooooon!!!!!”

John Burton enters the stage with a spotlight placed squarely on him, following his path, dressed once again in his token, flashy, purple suit. More show lights start to light up to reveal the immensily colorful stadium he has walked into. The speakers roared loudly with applause as it greeted the host to the show. John waved to the crown enthusiastically, giving up the charade half way through after realizing that more than half of the audience members weren’t even looking his way.

“What a lovely audience we have today,” John complimented, trying to portray the brightest face he could manage to muster up, he simply received a few cheers. “Right! Today’s episode is gonna be a real treat for you guys. You wanna know why? Because we’ve got a very special event planned for you today! And it involves Soda and Mint! Oooooh~!”

The audience’s attention was peeked at that moment, suddenly all eyes shot up and were fixated on John Burton, this brought a big, bright grin to his pristine face.

“I see that caught all of your attention, fantastic!” He boasted, “Anyway, today’s very special event was brought to you by Poppin’ Cola Soda! The Perfect Drink for that Perfect Bloat!” He quoted automatically, “And here to volunteer in this very special event, is none other than the spokesperson for Addicting Meals Co. herself, Gina Poplin! Let’s give her a round of applause! No pun intended, of course~”

The stage lit up in a flurry of lights, all color coded to represent the Addicting Meals Company as their logo flashed randomly around the stage. Doors slide open as steam poured out and a silhouette of slim dame appeared. The audience went wild with cheers and whistles, chanting out Gina’s name, waiting for her to emerge from the fog.

“GINA! GINA! GINA!” they cheered.

The applause only grew louder as the spokesperson stepped out of the fog, waving to all her adoring fans as she walked towards the waiting host. She was impressively dressed in a colorful jumpsuit, also color coded to represent her company, with the logo proudly and cleverly brandished on her midsection.

“Well, that’s quite the entrance you got there, Gina!” John commented between chuckles, shaking her hand firmly.

“Well, the higher ups didn’t want to spare any expenses, you know?” She stated gleefully, smiling before remembering, “oh, uh, right, Mr. Burton?”

“Right... oh, and uh! Please, call me John, Mr. Burton is my father's name,” John blurted out quickly, nearly missing his cue. He received pity chuckles. “ANYWAY! Are you ready to start this super special event, Gina?”

“I’m as ready as I’ll ever be!” She quipped, “What about you fellas? Are you guys ready to see me Pop This Belly?” She cheered loudly, receiving a loud and thunderous applause, rooting for her and chanting her name.

“GINA! GINA! GINA!” they chanted once again.

“That what I love to hear!” Gina cheered as ran to her designated spot, raising her hands and fist bumping the air. She approached the table near her spot, which only contained two contents on them, a gallon of Poppin’ Cola Soda and a pack of Crazy Fizzy mints. The Gallon seems to emit a strange red glow, hmm.

“Well, Miss Gina,” John began as he approached her, “Do you know what you’ll be doing today?” the host asked with a bright smile.

“You bet I do!” Gina replied happily, grabbing the glowing gallon from the table, “I’m gonna drink this soda and pop those mints in my mouth and see how big I can get before my belly ultimately explodes!” She exclaims loudly. She then leaned towards John a bit, “by the way, about the exploding part?”

“Fantastic! Then let’ get started!” the host interrupted, the spotlights falling onto Gina Poplin, catching her off guard a bit.

“Oh, uh, yes! Let’s start!” She announced as she uncapped the Gallon of Poppin’ Cola Soda, “Now!”

And with that, the gallon’s open lid quickly popped into her mouth as Gina made quick work, rapidly draining the bottle of all its sodalicious contents.

The audience watched intently as the last glowing drop of soda slipped between her luscious-looking lips. She smacked her lips happily and give a big smile and a satisfying 'ahhhh~'. “Delicious! As always~” She quipped on cue before grabbing the Crazy Fizzy mints from the table. She was gonna pop them in before an odd sensation overtook her.

“Is there something wrong, Gina?” John asked curiously before noticing a sudden change to Gina’s midsection.

She was already bloating up. This soon? But she hasn’t even eaten the mints yet! The audience gasped in shock!

“Do not worry everyone!” Gina reassured, placing a hand on her growing midsection, “This is merely a small side effect of chugging a gallon of Poppin’ Cola Soda. People usually buy the cans so there's nothing to worry about! Hopefully...” She gave a reassuring belly laugh before hearing her stomach slosh loudly. She looked down at her belly unexpectedly, watching as it began to swell up more quickly. “Oh boy...” she muttered.

“Well, I don’t know about you, Gina, but this seems more than just a 'small side effect'. Am I right, audience?” He joked, receiving a boisterous laugh and applause from the audience. Behind him, Gina’s soda filled stomach was growing out of control, the large latex covered orb expanded in all directions as it bubbled and sloshed loudly, enough for the audience, both on set and those watching at home, could hear loud and clear. “So Gina, would you care to explain,” he grinned with a smug look on his face.

“Oh uh... Sure!” the growing weight of her swelling stomach forced to take a seat, which an assistant generously presented behind her. “Well you see, Addicting Meals Co. has been dealing with this issue where their food products made peop-BUUAAAP!” She burped loudly, interrupting herself, her whole body shook from this belch, which meant bad news for the ever increasing belly brimmed with soda, “Excuse me... It made people explode. And we’ve been working hard to keep our customers from exploding. Apparently we haven’t gotten there y-yet!” She stated, in her best faux joke tone, trying to reach her hands around her massive gut. It shook as the pressure within it grew more than she could handle.

BUUAAAAAP!

“Excuse me,” she said, continuing to gas up.

“My oh my, that’s some real dirt you got on them, Gina.” John exclaimed, “Aren’t you afraid you’ll get fired?”

“F-fired? Please! W-what can they d-do to m-m-me?” She forced out, her belly was reaching a crescendo of groans and rumbles, the logo stretched over her gut as a flag, jiggling ferociously at the audience. “I’m gonna e-explode anyway, r-r-right?”

BUUUUUAAAAAAAP!

“I’m sorry, that’s r-real rude of m-me.” She mustered up, her cheeks began puffing up from all the gas building up within her.

“Do not worry my dear, it’s fine. And it looks like you ready to pop too!” He cheered, the audience stomping their feet in excitement, mimicking the roars of the gut. "Oh, but before you do, could take at least one mint? So that we can at least say you did the intended challenge.” He suggested in the kindest manner her could express in.

Gina gave a small thumb up before sticking the mint she had in her hand into her mouth. Something revolted within her when she did this. No only had tried to blow bigger past the skin (and latex) intended limit, but the gut went absolutely out of control, rumbling and thrashing all as a sickening creaking broke the air like a ship hull cracking from pressure. But trashing stopped, the rumble steadied, but a terrible tremble was building up, pushing the walls of the orb further, coming apart at the seams.

Her poor gut couldn’t take much longer. A bit of the compacted soda began tricking from her navel, trailing down her gut and what began as a simple trickle grew into a small stream and that quickly turned into a spray and before John Burton could even comment about any of it, the belly gave one final push and-

KERSPLAAAAAAAASH

Just like that, Gina was gone in a tremendous, and loud, splash. The whole audience was washed in a sticky wave of soda, the blast even deafened some of the audience.

From behind a glass cover, John emerged, as spotless as always, smiling proudly as he faced the cheering, wet, deaf audience. “Well, that was quite a blast, amirite guys?” They cheered louder and stomped their feet in excitement and glee. “Well I hope you can join us next time in...

POP!

THAT!

BELLY!”

“GINA! GINA! GINA!” they continue to cheer. Are they asking for an encore? Oh boy...

Description
*The Following Episode was brought to you in part by*

Poppin’ Cola Soda!

For when you’re in need of a drink that’ll give you that warm bloated feeling!

Poppin’ Cola Soda!

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

“Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen to..........

POP!

THAT!

BELLY!”

The show's iconic tune played to the few people in the audience who arrived for the show. All the other empty seats were filled in with interns who were not paid enough for this job.

“And here’s your host, Joooooooooooooooohn Burtooooooooooooooooooooooooon!!!!!”

John Burton enters the stage with a spotlight placed squarely on him, following his path, dressed once again in his token, flashy, purple suit. More show lights start to light up to reveal the immensily colorful stadium he has walked into. The speakers roared loudly with applause as it greeted the host to the show. John waved to the crown enthusiastically, giving up the charade half way through after realizing that more than half of the audience members weren’t even looking his way.

“What a lovely audience we have today,” John complimented, trying to portray the brightest face he could manage to muster up, he simply received a few cheers. “Right! Today’s episode is gonna be a real treat for you guys. You wanna know why? Because we’ve got a very special event planned for you today! And it involves Soda and Mint! Oooooh~!”

The audience’s attention was peeked at that moment, suddenly all eyes shot up and were fixated on John Burton, this brought a big, bright grin to his pristine face.

“I see that caught all of your attention, fantastic!” He boasted, “Anyway, today’s very special event was brought to you by Poppin’ Cola Soda! The Perfect Drink for that Perfect Bloat!” He quoted automatically, “And here to volunteer in this very special event, is none other than the spokesperson for Addicting Meals Co. herself, Gina Poplin! Let’s give her a round of applause! No pun intended, of course~”

The stage lit up in a flurry of lights, all color coded to represent the Addicting Meals Company as their logo flashed randomly around the stage. Doors slide open as steam poured out and a silhouette of slim dame appeared. The audience went wild with cheers and whistles, chanting out Gina’s name, waiting for her to emerge from the fog.

“GINA! GINA! GINA!” they cheered.

The applause only grew louder as the spokesperson stepped out of the fog, waving to all her adoring fans as she walked towards the waiting host. She was impressively dressed in a colorful jumpsuit, also color coded to represent her company, with the logo proudly and cleverly brandished on her midsection.

“Well, that’s quite the entrance you got there, Gina!” John commented between chuckles, shaking her hand firmly.

“Well, the higher ups didn’t want to spare any expenses, you know?” She stated gleefully, smiling before remembering, “oh, uh, right, Mr. Burton?”

“Right... oh, and uh! Please, call me John, Mr. Burton is my father's name,” John blurted out quickly, nearly missing his cue. He received pity chuckles. “ANYWAY! Are you ready to start this super special event, Gina?”

“I’m as ready as I’ll ever be!” She quipped, “What about you fellas? Are you guys ready to see me Pop This Belly?” She cheered loudly, receiving a loud and thunderous applause, rooting for her and chanting her name.

“GINA! GINA! GINA!” they chanted once again.

“That what I love to hear!” Gina cheered as ran to her designated spot, raising her hands and fist bumping the air. She approached the table near her spot, which only contained two contents on them, a gallon of Poppin’ Cola Soda and a pack of Crazy Fizzy mints. The Gallon seems to emit a strange red glow, hmm.

“Well, Miss Gina,” John began as he approached her, “Do you know what you’ll be doing today?” the host asked with a bright smile.

“You bet I do!” Gina replied happily, grabbing the glowing gallon from the table, “I’m gonna drink this soda and pop those mints in my mouth and see how big I can get before my belly ultimately explodes!” She exclaims loudly. She then leaned towards John a bit, “by the way, about the exploding part?”

“Fantastic! Then let’ get started!” the host interrupted, the spotlights falling onto Gina Poplin, catching her off guard a bit.

“Oh, uh, yes! Let’s start!” She announced as she uncapped the Gallon of Poppin’ Cola Soda, “Now!”

And with that, the gallon’s open lid quickly popped into her mouth as Gina made quick work, rapidly draining the bottle of all its sodalicious contents.

The audience watched intently as the last glowing drop of soda slipped between her luscious-looking lips. She smacked her lips happily and give a big smile and a satisfying 'ahhhh~'. “Delicious! As always~” She quipped on cue before grabbing the Crazy Fizzy mints from the table. She was gonna pop them in before an odd sensation overtook her.

“Is there something wrong, Gina?” John asked curiously before noticing a sudden change to Gina’s midsection.

She was already bloating up. This soon? But she hasn’t even eaten the mints yet! The audience gasped in shock!

“Do not worry everyone!” Gina reassured, placing a hand on her growing midsection, “This is merely a small side effect of chugging a gallon of Poppin’ Cola Soda. People usually buy the cans so there's nothing to worry about! Hopefully...” She gave a reassuring belly laugh before hearing her stomach slosh loudly. She looked down at her belly unexpectedly, watching as it began to swell up more quickly. “Oh boy...” she muttered.

“Well, I don’t know about you, Gina, but this seems more than just a 'small side effect'. Am I right, audience?” He joked, receiving a boisterous laugh and applause from the audience. Behind him, Gina’s soda filled stomach was growing out of control, the large latex covered orb expanded in all directions as it bubbled and sloshed loudly, enough for the audience, both on set and those watching at home, could hear loud and clear. “So Gina, would you care to explain,” he grinned with a smug look on his face.

“Oh uh... Sure!” the growing weight of her swelling stomach forced to take a seat, which an assistant generously presented behind her. “Well you see, Addicting Meals Co. has been dealing with this issue where their food products made peop-BUUAAAP!” She burped loudly, interrupting herself, her whole body shook from this belch, which meant bad news for the ever increasing belly brimmed with soda, “Excuse me... It made people explode. And we’ve been working hard to keep our customers from exploding. Apparently we haven’t gotten there y-yet!” She stated, in her best faux joke tone, trying to reach her hands around her massive gut. It shook as the pressure within it grew more than she could handle.

BUUAAAAAP!

“Excuse me,” she said, continuing to gas up.

“My oh my, that’s some real dirt you got on them, Gina.” John exclaimed, “Aren’t you afraid you’ll get fired?”

“F-fired? Please! W-what can they d-do to m-m-me?” She forced out, her belly was reaching a crescendo of groans and rumbles, the logo stretched over her gut as a flag, jiggling ferociously at the audience. “I’m gonna e-explode anyway, r-r-right?”

BUUUUUAAAAAAAP!

“I’m sorry, that’s r-real rude of m-me.” She mustered up, her cheeks began puffing up from all the gas building up within her.

“Do not worry my dear, it’s fine. And it looks like you ready to pop too!” He cheered, the audience stomping their feet in excitement, mimicking the roars of the gut. "Oh, but before you do, could take at least one mint? So that we can at least say you did the intended challenge.” He suggested in the kindest manner her could express in.

Gina gave a small thumb up before sticking the mint she had in her hand into her mouth. Something revolted within her when she did this. No only had tried to blow bigger past the skin (and latex) intended limit, but the gut went absolutely out of control, rumbling and thrashing all as a sickening creaking broke the air like a ship hull cracking from pressure. But trashing stopped, the rumble steadied, but a terrible tremble was building up, pushing the walls of the orb further, coming apart at the seams.

Her poor gut couldn’t take much longer. A bit of the compacted soda began tricking from her navel, trailing down her gut and what began as a simple trickle grew into a small stream and that quickly turned into a spray and before John Burton could even comment about any of it, the belly gave one final push and-

KERSPLAAAAAAAASH

Just like that, Gina was gone in a tremendous, and loud, splash. The whole audience was washed in a sticky wave of soda, the blast even deafened some of the audience.

From behind a glass cover, John emerged, as spotless as always, smiling proudly as he faced the cheering, wet, deaf audience. “Well, that was quite a blast, amirite guys?” They cheered louder and stomped their feet in excitement and glee. “Well I hope you can join us next time in...

POP!

THAT!

BELLY!”

“GINA! GINA! GINA!” they continue to cheer. Are they asking for an encore? Oh boy...