Soda

The last day of school had ended, and the three juniors (soon to be seniors) had decided to celebrate with a small slumber party at Sarah’s house since her parents were off on a second honeymoon. It was getting late, the party was really winding down, and they were playing Truth or Dare. But they started saying anything that their sleep-depraved minds found funny.

“Okay, Vicky, truth or dare?” Sarah asked. She was thin and pretty, blonde-haired, blue eyed and a perfect, ditzy shoe-in for head cheerleader. She was dressed in a simple, almost childish nightgown with lace at the bottom.

“Dare.” Vicky said for the eighth time that evening. She was of an average height and stature, with short black hair. She was just dressed in an old sweatsuit.

“Again?” Laura, the third girl, said. She too was almost stereotypically Irish, with long red hair and bright green eyes, and her face was covered in freckles. Her pajamas were just a large T-shirt and a pair of shorts. “Don’t you ever get tired of having to do those things?”

“I like proving to her that I can do anything.” Vicky replied, gesturing to Sarah. The latter two had been friends for years, but as Sarah joined the “in” crowd more and more their friendship was becoming strained.

“Okay then…” Sarah said, looking around. She spotted two unopened liters of soda. “Yes, that’ll do. I dare you to drink those two things of soda after they’ve been shaken up!”

“That’s all!” Vicky laughed. “Bring it on!”

They laid out a bunch of towels, in case Vicky failed and soda went flying everywhere. She stood there, waiting, as Sarah shook up the soda bottle as much as she could. Sarah opened it and then Vicky ripped the bottle from her hands and began drinking. It was not hard, with the foaming soda basically forcing its way from the bottle and down her throat.

“Wow.” Laura said (she’s easily amazed, especially when tired) when Vicky was done. “You did it.”

“She did half of it.” Sarah said, taking the other bottle from Laura and shaking it.

Vicky looked depressed s she stared at the bottle, because she now had the strangest feeling in her stomach. It was like the soda was still foaming and bubbling in her stomach, and she felt rather bloated. But the minute Sarah began opening it she grabbed it and began drinking, only adding to the feeling in her gut.

“Well, very good.” Sarah said when she was finished, sounding almost angry that Vicky had done it. “Alright your turn.”

“Huh?” Vicky said, a little distracted. She had placed a hand on her stomach and was swaying a bit.

“Vicky, you okay?” Laura asked. “You don’t look so hot.”

“Yeah, fine.” She began walking from the room. “Be right back.”

“Well hurry up, it’s your turn!” Sarah snapped, not caring how her friend looked.

Vicky walked into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was somewhat pale, and she was still swaying a bit. She still felt bloated, and tried to force a burp four or five times. She placed a hand on her stomach again, and immediately knew something felt wrong.

She lifted the bottom of her shirt and stared at her stomach, which was now slightly rounded. She figured it was due to all the soda she had just drank and did not give it a second thought. She just composed herself and walked back to Sarah’s room.

“Alright, Sarah.” She said. “Truth or dare?”

Vicky found herself lying on a table, strapped down and with her mouth held open by some kind of clamp. Then Sarah walked up to her, looking almost evil, and then pulled a gigantic soda bottle from nowhere. She shook it for a long time and then tore the cap off. She placed the bottle into Vicky’s stretched mouth and the soda began flowing in against her will.

Her stomach began to grow, stretching from her usual thin form to a much rounder shape. It filled to capacity, but then kept going. It spread in all directions, a saggy, liquid-filled sac hissing with carbonated bubbles. When the soda was gone the suds kept fizzing, and her stomach slowly went from sagging to tight, being filled with a gas. Her back raised off the table, the straps being the only things holding her down

“Bye, bye.” Sarah said, the straps somehow opening.

Vicky floated off the table and into the air, which seemed to go on forever. But then, from nowhere, a huge spike appeared just above her. Her gargantuan stomach hit it and she continued to float up into it. It pressed painfully into her more and more and more and…

POW!!!!!!

Vicky sat bolt upright in her sleeping bag, covered in sweat and screaming. She stopped, and began breathing heavily. She put a hand on her stomach, which she could have sworn felt even bigger. But she could not investigate, as Laura and Sarah had woken up.

“Vicky, you okay?” Laura asked, also from a sleeping bag.

“Huh?” She looked around distractedly. “Oh, yeah.”

“Then why’d you have to go and wake us?” Sarah snapped from her bed. “You have one lousy bad dream and everyone has to know.”

“Go back to bed.” Vicky said, slumping back down.

“Okay, but wake me if anything’s wrong.” Laura said.

“Yeah, and only her!” Sarah said.

Everything was quiet again, and Vicky tried to get to sleep. She tossed and turned, but the bubbling feeling in her stomach kept her up. She tried forcing a burp again, to no avail. She could have sworn she began to hear the fizzing of the soda in her gut, and she went to rub her stomach. But she stopped the second she felt her stomach, and sat up again. She did not even have to lift her shirt to see that her stomach was now much, much larger.

‘What the hell?!’ She thought, terrified. She lifted her shirt, and found that her stomach had grown both out and to the sides with everything in them. She began pressing down on it with her hands. But it would just get pressed in and then pop back out.

The worst part was, it was still growing. It had started poking out almost a foot in front of her, and now it was at least two, stretching her pants and lifting her shirt. She stood, but was too terrified to scream or really do anything. The fizzing sound grew, as did her stomach, and she actually began to feel a bit lighter. Like in her dream her stomach was very taught, being held tight by the gasses inside.

She finally collected her wits enough to try and do something, and she began running out of the room. But as she ran she tripped over a shoe, and fell onto her stomach. She bounced on it a couple times, and then landed on top of it. Now it was almost three feet in front of her, and now from the end of one side to another she must have been three feet.

She rolled off her stomach and onto her back, feeling no pressure from her gas-filled stomach. She sat up and then stood just as her belly expanded out to five feet in front of her and four out to the sides. Her pants had just sunk beneath her enormous belly while her shirt had slid above it. She ran for the bathroom again, but this time she had to squeeze through the door.

Once in she ran right for the medicine cabinet, but failed to think of the new size of her stomach. She slammed the edge of the sink with her belly and bounced away, landing on her rear. Her huge gut spread her legs apart, and getting up was a challenge. Now she was careful when she reached for the cabinet and managed to pull it open. She looked around, and grabbed a box of Gas-X. She ripped it open, and found one pill left. She popped it out, fumbled with it, and then it fell from between her fingers.

“NO!” She screamed, reaching for it as it fell down the drain. She broke down and began crying. “No, no, no! This can’t be happening to me!”

She sat on the toilet and began rubbing her enormous belly, which had to be at least six feet out in front of her, meaning it was bigger than her own height. She stood shakily, and then fell onto her stomach, which actually held her up at an angle.

Still in tears she stood and leaned back a bit, compensating for the size of her stomach. It was not like it was heavy, it was just huge. She tried walking to the door, but she only made it halfway before she got stuck. She tried walking backwards, but then realized she was stuck.

“WHAT?! NO!” She began pushing as much as she could with her feet, to no avail. Her belly was stuck firmly in the doorframe, and it looked like there was no getting out. Despite the incredible embarrassment she was about to feel, she began yelling. “Laura! Laura! Sarah! Someone, help me!”

The doorframe began digging into her sides as her stomach grew, and a real pain began to build up. She began gasping in incredible pain just as Sarah walked down the hallway, eyes half shut with exhaustion. But the second she saw Vicky stuck in the door, her immense belly sticking halfway into the hall, her eyes were wide open.

“What the hell?” Was all she could say.

“Sarah, help! I think it has something to do with the soda!”

“This is a dream!” Sarah said. She pinched herself, hard. “Ah! Oh my God, this isn’t a dream! You’re really…whatever you are!”

“My stomach’s been inflated by the soda, I think.” Vicky wailed as she felt her skin begin to get cut. “Please, the door’s hurting me!”

“What if you get cut? Will you pop?”

“Oh, God, I didn’t even think of that!” She began pushing with her feet again. “For God’s sake, Sarah, help me!”

“You know, I’d rather not.”

“What?!”

“It serves you right for being so confident! For thinking you can do anything!”

“You’ve got to be joking!” She groaned as she felt the door dig into her seven foot stomach even more. “Damn you, you ditzy bi…”

“Don’t you dare call me that!” Sarah turned and stormed off, almost slamming into Laura who was just running down the hall.

“Vicky?” Laura said, amazed. Like Sarah she pinched herself. “Oh God, how can I help?”

“Just push against my stomach!”

“Sure, sure.” She sounded nervous as she backed away from Vicky’s enlarging gut. As Vicky began pushing with her feet Laura ran forward with her elbow jutting out. She connected, slamming Vicky’s gargantuan belly, but little happened.

“I think I moved a bit!” Vicky yelled, hopeful. “Do that again!”

Laura tried three more times, but Vicky only moved back about an inch or so, and her sides were beginning to bleed from the door. She sighed, and said she had one more thing in mind. She ran for her stomach again, but this time slammed into it with her entire body.

Vicky was shocked, and badly hurt, as she went flying back from the door and landed on her back in the bathroom. Her stomach almost hit the ceiling, and Laura ended up rolling off and hitting her head on the toilet. She was out cold, and Vicky was helplessly on her back, her eight-foot stomach now touching the ceiling.

“C’mon Laura, wake up!” Vicky yelled.

“Darn, that hurt!” Laura said sitting up. She turned her head and screamed.

“Help…me!” Vicky gasped. Her stomach was huge now, and had somehow pushed through the ceiling, as Laura had lay unconscious.

“I have an idea!” Laura said squeezing past Vicky’s stomach and running up to the attic. Sure enough there was the top of Vicky’s belly, poking into the room.

Laura piled up a few boxes next to the top of the belly and climbed on top of them. She took a deep breath, sighed and dove off the boxes.

Vicky laid there uselessly after Laura had run off, her belly now taking up most of the space in the bathroom. She heard movement above her in the attic, and a second later felt something slam into her belly. There was a massive rumble from within her, and before she knew it she was letting out an incredibly loud, long burp that shook the room.

As she burped her stomach shrunk back to normal, with Laura standing on top of it. When it was down to four feet she dove off and watched as Vicky returned to normal. The latter slowly stood up, her stomach still bleeding from its scraping against the door.

“Vicky, you okay?” She did not reply to Laura’s question. “Vicky…I don’t like that look in your eyes. Vicky?”

Sarah was awoken by someone yelling her name. Her eyes shot open and she tried to move, but she felt that her arms and legs were strapped down with belts. She felt a funnel strapped top her mouth, and when she turned her head she saw Vicky standing there with a bunch of soda bottle s next to her.

“Truth or dare?” She asked.

“MHPHNMPHM!” Was all Sarah could say.

“Sounds like she said dare.” Laura said, walking into her field of vision. “Sorry, Sarah, but you’ve got this coming.”

“Dare, eh?” Vicky said, lifting a bottle and shaking it. “I dare you to go through what I just did…only much more.”