tarthane

Kristina awoke around midnight and tried to turn over in her bed, only to find she couldn’t. She was immobilized in her bed. Still groggy, she reached for the light on her nightstand, her hand blindly searching for the switch, knocking her cellphone to the floor in her grasping. She finally reached the light and flicked it on, still strangely blinded by a dark blur in front of her. It took her a moment to realize that the dark coloring was of her blankets risen high in front of her face. “What…?” she murmured, not understanding how her coverings could be obscuring her eyes the way they were. She threw the blankets off herself and gasped. In front of her was a mountain of flesh, rising high in front of her sight. “M-my belly…?!” she exclaimed, immediately running her hands along the bulging skin. Her belly was now multiple feet high in the air, eclipsing her view of her feet and anything beyond them. “Oooohhh,” she moaned, rubbing her hands along the bulging flesh. “What happened to