A remake of this: https://aryion.com/g4/view/477099

The Metro ride home from work was... awkward for Trish, at this current point in time. Her spaghetti strap failed to conceal her bloated midsection, yet the button to her jeans continued to miraculously hold. And it garnered looks from the other passengers. Especially when her belly randomly lurched at times, as if something was moving and trying to get out. Fortunately, the car Trish commuted in RARELY had the same passengers, so concealing the reason for her gargantuan gut was an easy task.

"Oh, no worries! I'm just pregnant, is all-" she lied before a loud burp escaped her lips. "Oops! 'Scuse me! Gotta eat for the babies, you know? They're hungry little fellas!"

The other passengers, somehow, bought her explanation, and went about their business.

.....

A moment later, it seemed she was the only one in the metro car, all the other passengers having gotten off at their stops. It was just Trish and some train attendants who would come through routinely and check on any passengers. A particular attendant, a young man, made his rounds and spotted the bloated lady. And at that moment, another lurch in her middle occurred - this time showing an agitated face pressing against the skin of the fleshy sphere. The man... showed mild surprise, but strangely, no fear.

"Whoa, Trish. I'd expect this kinda thing from Gabi, but I didn't think YOU were into it too."

Her gut began squirming again, this time with muffled yelling. The only few words that could be made out were "traitor", "cis white scum", and an especially loud "THIS IS A HATE CRIME!".

Trish groaned as she slapped her belly in an attempt to shut the obviously Tumblr-using occupant up.

"How about YOU check YOUR priviledge for fucking once, you pixie cut bitch?" the woman demanded before something rumbled inside her, and a small bulge traveled up her neck. Another massive, juicy belch erupted from her plump lips, and from her throat flew a shorted-out smartphone, soaked in digestive juices.

"Damn... I dunno HOW my gurl Lan'Duaille does this on a regular- UUUWWAAAAAAAAARRRRP! - basis! Ugh, I'm so fucking bloated... just shut up and digest already, you fucking attack-helicopter..."

Trish reclined in her seat, rubbing her belly and preparing for another burst of gas, the screaming and squirming getting more harsh...

"Hold up... BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP!!!"

The windows shook a bit from the force of her burp.

"Ahhhhhh, FUCK! That felt so good... might wanna just accept your fate and digest, pixie cut. Pretty sure I just belched out a huge chunk of your air supply... won't be long until you turn my ass from big to inhumanly large."

The attendant pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Glad you're feeling better, but please... you damn near shattered the windows with that one."

"Heheh... whoops. Sorry!"

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