It was pitch black outside, and the hospital was eerily quiet. My huge, beach-ball-sized belly burst out of my shirt the moment we rushed through the emergency doors. The seams of my t-shirt tore with a sharp, echoing sound, splitting apart as my stomach pushed through. A scream ripped from my throat as the pressure hit me, like I was in the middle of labor. 

My skin felt like it was about to snap as my belly expanded further, tighter and fuller than I could handle. My belly button had already popped, the skin stretched so tight it gleamed in the dim light.

Michael pressed his hand against my belly, trying to stop it, but his eyes widened as he felt the impossible pressure my stomach pushing against his palm, growing larger, further than either of us could control. Nurses rushed toward us, their faces frozen in shock as they stared at the sight of my belly swelling uncontrollably. The weight of it all dragged me down, and with a loud thud, my belly forced my body to the floor. My legs spread apart, barely touching the floor as my stomach consumed all the space, heavy and swollen, pressing down like it was too much for me to carry, like it could take me under.

The nurses rushed over in a panic, their eyes wide as they took in the sight of my belly, impossibly large, like it was ready to consume me. One of them hesitated for a second, her hands hovering over my swollen stomach, unsure how to help. I moaned, the sound escaping from deep in my chest as the pressure in my belly intensified, each movement of it sending waves of pain through my body. My skin felt like it was stretched to the breaking point, and I couldn’t stop the tremors running through me. 

“Hold on, just breathe,” one of the nurses urged, her voice shaking as she knelt beside me. 

She gently placed her hands on my belly, but the sheer weight of it made it impossible for her to offer any real relief. The massive, heavy belly shifted, moving as if it had a mind of its own, pressing down and pulling in all directions, its size uncontrollable. 

My moan became louder, a sharp cry of agony slipping from my lips as I fought to stay upright. Michael stood close, his hand still resting against my belly, feeling the intense pressure, the way it swelled even more beneath his palm. 

“It’s… it’s not stopping,” he muttered, his voice thick with concern.

The nurses exchanged frantic glances, unsure of what to do as my stomach continued to expand, the fabric of my shredded shirt now clinging to the remains of my skin. One nurse finally stood up, rushing over to grab supplies, but the weight of my belly made it impossible for me to move. It was so heavy, so filled, it felt like it was pushing everything inside me to the edge. With a final moan, I buckled under the weight, collapsing to the floor completely, unable to hold myself up any longer.