Mindy's Valentine is Soda

Mindy pinched the edge of her prodigiously short shorts, pulling them back over her cheeks for the third time since she’d squeezed herself into them about an hour ago. She’d put them on early in hopes that she’d get used to them fairly quickly, but… nope. She just couldn’t get comfortable in such tight shorts. Which was a real shame cause they shaped her ass like a marble freaking statue. Like, damn.

The redhead looked herself up and down in her bathroom mirror. She’d bought the shiny red booty shorts as part of a costume she was going to wear for her Valentine’s piece, but… it was just so weird. It was so weird! Mindy still wasn't used to the idea of posting pics of herself online, let alone in skimpy outfits! Sure, she would probably look hella fine in the complete ‘sexy Cupid’ costume she’d ordered, but… she couldn't’ do it. She just couldn’t get it into her head to cram herself into that skimpy outfit. She couldn’t! She wouldn’t!

Mindy slouched out of her bathroom, sighing. So much for the Valentine’s pic. She supposed she’d just have to settle for drawing another character rather than herself alongside the IRL pic. She’d done the latter a couple of times since the watermelon debacle and every single post had blown up - pun totally intended. And she really, really wanted to do the Valentine’s Day pic, but…

Actually… she could still do it. Yeah, why the hell not? She had the shorts on already and she’d already made the special tweet yesterday. So what if she had on basically only a bra and fluffy little wings on her back that no one would look at anyways? Yeah, no, this was still totally fine!

Mindy, her head perked up, slid into her computer chair and clicked over to the Twitter tab she always had open. She’d made a tweet yesterday challenging her followers to see how many likes they could get on the tweet in twenty-four hours. She hadn’t told them but the reason for the challenge was that she was planning a fun little bloat and every like on her post would mean a bigger belly for her! She just hoped it hadn’t been a total flop. She’d hate to have to abandon… a… aban…

Oh fuck.

Her tweet had over ten thousand likes. How the fuck did it have that many likes!? She only had four thousand followers! Her little plan worked with four thousand likes! But ten-freaking-thousand!? She would explode!

Eh, then again, it’s not like Mindy had publicized her plan. She could come up with some other plan to still get a pretty big belly while… uh… shit. Mindy, while skimming through the comments, noticed the topic of the largest comment chain. It was discussing a theory about what all the likes were for. A very nearly correct theory. A theory that, as the number of likes had grown, had progressively gotten more and more attention and popularity.

Mindy leaned back in her chair, heart beating rapidly in her chest. Could… could she…. No, there was no way, right? There was no possible way. Except… maybe… well, if she could… then it would go totally viral. Right? Well, as viral as something could go in a fetish community, anyways. Her art would get way more attention, she’d get more commissions, she could possibly even charge higher rates…

The slim artist groaned, putting the palms of her hands to her eyes. She had to do it. At the very least, she had to give it her best possible effort. Even if she failed, so long as she got close, she could still get a good pic and a good drawing reference from the whole ordeal. She just hoped that she wouldn’t end up pushing herself too far…

Mindy made a quick reply saying that the challenge was over and stood up from her chair. She had to do this now before she lost her nerve. The frazzled woman walked over to her couch, where she’d placed the tools she’d need for her belly making; two boxes of soda (one grape and one cherry), a bottle of lotion, and a bucket for if things went wrong. As Mindy had learned from a few failed attempts, making it to the kitchen or bathroom wasn’t always an option.

Regret was already filling Mindy’s head as she sat on the couch, her whole body tense with the knowledge of what she was about to do. The comment chain on her post had theorized that she’d be chugging a liter of water for every thousand likes on the post. It was close, but not quite right. Mindy’s plan was to down a can of soda for every five-hundred likes. For her originally envisioned four-thousand likes, that would’ve been eight cans. Not an unreasonable amount, but still enough to give her a nice belly and she could even follow up with a cute post like ‘hey guys, wasn’t quite full so I chugged an extra 2+ cans. Teehee!’ But ten-flipping-THOUSAND? That was twenty cans. TWENTY!

Mindy ripped open the package of grape soda and grabbed one of the cans. She scanned the metal until she found what she was looking for. This little can had twelve ounces of sickeningly addictive soda in it. There were sixteen ounces to a pound and two pounds to a liter, so… twenty times twelve divided by sixteen, then all that divided by two… uhhh… fuck, Mindy hated math… uhhhhhh… seven liters? No, seven and a half?

However much it was, it was too freaking much. Sure, it wasn’t as much as her sports drink binge, but it was SODA! All the carbonation was going to make her blow up like a balloon! A really hot and sexy cupid balloon! And… and, uh… she… hmm…

Mindy swallowed hard. Her body seemed to be in the mood at least based on the warmth that was mingling around her nethers. She just hoped that enthusiasm would last.

She cracked open the can. The satisfying fizz was like a gunshot to Mindy, setting her heart racing. She raised the can to her lips, bracing herself for the first sip of far, far too many when an idea struck her. There was totally a way for her to stay in the mood, actually - or, at least, something that could pressure her into continuing longer than she normally would.

The scantily clad woman grabbed her phone and opened up her camera. She held it up to take a selfie of her body with the boxes of soda and open can in view, but stopped. Oh yeah, she only had her actual bra on with the cupid booty shorts, not the stupid sexy matching one with the wings. Right.

After a quick change, Mindy took her faceless selfie and went to Twitter. (1/?) Happy Valentine’s Day! Thanks for all the love you guys gave my last post! Lots of you were close to guessing but no one was quite right. Im gonna drink a can of soda for every 500 likes that post got! And Im gonna be posting updates for every 2 cans I get through!

Mindy immediately chained that tweet with the next; (2/?) Heres what I look like starting off! Ill be your Cupid for the day so I hope you all get lots of love <3

She attached her selfie to the post and sent it off into the Twittersphere. The results were immediate. Likes and retweets came flooding in along with excited and encouraging comments. There were also a lot of prying and derogatory comments, but Mindy just skipped those. If they got too invasive or dickish, she’d block them and delete their comments, but she’d learned quickly from her first IRL post that monitoring horny comments was too soul-draining to keep up with.

With that sent out, Mindy couldn’t back out now even if she wanted to. She snatched up her open can of soda once more and immediately took it to her mouth. She started chugging. The blatantly artificial grape flavor was just as delicious as ever, though Mindy could certainly do without the pain of carbonation scorching her esophagus. But Mindy bore through it, draining the whole can in one go.

The need to burp was strong, but Mindy made a split-second decision to keep all that tantalizing carbonation down for now. What was the point of doing a soda bloat if she was just going to let out all the carbonation? Like, there was no way in Hell that she was going to make it through all twenty cans without burping, but she could at least hold it in to start. If she really wanted to experience everything this kink had to offer, then this was absolutely something she should try at least once!

The redhead held her throat shut as she tore open the second box of soda and took out one of the rich cherry sodas. Another first for today was switching between different drinks to see if she could keep her body interested for longer. She’d only done mass chugging with a single thing before, so this would be an interesting test.

Mindy popped open the cherry soda and started chugging straight away. Her throat was screaming at her to stop with the spicy liquid already, but she forced herself to keep swallowing anyways. Before long, the second can was turned upright over her head with only a few drops left inside.

Mindy set the can aside and held her chest for a moment, concentrating hard on holding everything down. The soda was settling well enough, but the carbonation was pushing hard upwards, demanding to be let out. Mindy grit her teeth and grabbed her phone. It was time for her first update selfie. Her belly was already pushing out from her slender frame, making a smexy bump. She snagged a cute pic of herself with the two empty cans of soda in-frame.

(3/?) First two went down smooth! Im trying to see how long I can go without burping but its so hard. Theres so much gas that I feel like a balloon already!

With the next addition to her tweet chain sent, Mindy pulled out another can of grape soda and began pouring it down her throat. It almost felt like her esophagus was being scorched from both ends now with the carbonation in her belly clawing its way back up. But the endless torrent of soda pushed all the gas back down while adding to its volume.

Somehow, Mindy managed to finish her third can in one go as well, but she was really starting to feel the regret setting in. Her stomach was noisily rumbling from all of that gas. She set a hand on her swelling globe of a gut and felt the trembles coming from within.

She started to grin but then clamped her lips shut as a guerilla belch tried to force its way out of her mouth. She swallowed hard and panted. Fuck, she didn’t know how much longer she could keep everything down… but this felt so good in its own way that she wanted to keep going for as long as she could.

The second cherry soda was the roughest yet. She was forced to stop halfway through by the mounting pressure in her throat, but she managed to get the rest down over a few minutes with spaced-out gulps.

It was slow going, but the results were worth it. Mindy’s belly was notably larger than it should have been for just… fuck, math again, uh… four cans… twelve… a liter and half? Yeah, a liter and a half of liquid. It also felt much more solid than usual under her fingertips. She gave it a solid thump and was thrilled by how hollow her belly sounded. It was so weird! But she still loved it! And it was so noisy too. Her stomach was constantly growling and gurgling from all the air and fizzing. Oooh, actually, that gave her an idea…

(4/?)Four cans down! Still trying not to burp. Soooo hard but so worth! My belly is extra round now thanks to it. And so loud! Here, listen!

In addition to another tum selfie, Mindy pressed the mic of her belly up to her belly and recorded all of the lovely rumbles and gurgles coming from inside to post as well. Her followers went nuts over it. She couldn’t blame them. It was happening inside of her own body and she still couldn’t get enough of it! She wondered just how loud she could make it before needing relief…

The next two cans of soda went down with exponential more difficulty. By the end of her fifth can, Mindy felt like she would leak air if she so much as opened her mouth. And by the end of the sixth, she was starting to get a worrying pain in her chest. Was all that spicy air in her stomach making it into her lungs somehow? Mindy was NOT a fan of that idea. She’d need to let everything out after the next update pic.  Speaking of which…

(5/?) Jesus, guys, I cant do it anymore. This carbonation is too much! Im gonna explode if I hold it in anymore! I hope my belly doesnt shrink too much from this…

Mindy sent that tweet, then set her phone down and leaned back on her couch. She’d seen more than a handful of comments asking her to record her belches when she gave up, but she was just barely comfortable with posting her stomach rumbling. To post her belches? Belches that were, technically, somewhat related to her voice? A voice that was distinct enough that her friends and family might possibly manage to recognize it, maybe even through a burp filter? No chance. NO CHANCE in HELLLLLLLLLLL.

Uh-oh. She could feel it. A giant surge of pressure rising up her throat. Mindy screwed up her face. Wait for it… let it build up… feel that lovely, enticing pressure leaving your belly… aaaaaandd-

*OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUU-UUUUUUUOOOOOOOOUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRROOOOOURRRRRPPP!*

FUUUUUUCK, now THAT was a burp! Burping was, like, a super-side kink for Mindy just because it was so intrinsically linked to tums, but even SHE was feeling hot and heavy from that one. And she made it! She made that heavenly sound! FUCk, she should have recorded it after all! Nooooooooo…

Eh, oh well. If she made it once, she could make it again. For now, she took another selfie to compare. Oh Jesus, her belly really did shrink. Not a ton, but enough to be readily apparent. So weird… and so awesome. Mindy posted it.

(6/?) I was joking before but my belly really did shrink. I might also get a noise complaint from that.

Without bothering to read the no doubt very disappointed comments about not hearing her burp/her belly shrinking, Mindy readied her seventh can. Her throat still hurt with every gulp, but she was starting to get used to the pain now. Plus, her stomach was no longer actively fighting her with carbonation overload. Can seven was smooth sailing, as was can eight.

(8/?) I think Im back to pre-burp size? Btw, it feels SO good to burp freely now. Each one feels like Im freeing up room so I can fit more! At this rate I might never stop~

Mindy cracked open her ninth can while letting out another sizable belch. She’d been embellishing her tweets to rile up her fans, obviously, but the freeing feeling her belches had was totally truthful. Even though she felt totally full now, every burp felt like it was opening up another little pocket of space to store some tasty soda in. And of course, Mindy was more than willing to fill that space.

After polishing off her tenth can, Mindy took a short break. She rubbed her belly and sighed contentedly. She was two cans farther in than her original plan, yet she didn’t feel like she was anywhere close to being done yet. Hell, even the usual nausea that popped up at around a gallon wasn’t here. Today was apparently an A+ tum stuffing day, which was absolutely perfect~.

(9/?) Im def bigger than I was pre-burping now. I feel so big and tight right now but Im only halfway through. All that soda is also making me burp non-stop whenever Im not drinking.

Mindy quickly gulped down cans eleven and twelve. Once again, her last tweet had had a nugget of truth to it. The moment Mindy’s mouth left the edge of the can, she was belching up a storm. A few large ones at first, then a constant stream of smaller ones while she prepared to drink more. Her tummy was also feeling rather snug in her own skin now. It was a much different feeling than ordinary liquid, too - it constantly felt like she was getting filled up and emptying back out from all of the carbonation and belching.

Still, Mindy could easily keep going. Her flavor switching strategy seemed to be working as well. Normally, the taste of her drinks would start to become bland and empty after drinking so much, but she could still clearly taste and enjoy the alternating sodas even though her mouth was thoroughly coated in soda and chemicals already. Everything was going so perfectly!

(10/?) Still going strong after can twelve, guys. Im just a big ball of gas and soda now but I cant help but want more. Maybe I can even finish both of these boxes~

Yeah, that was total bullshit, there was no chance of that happening. That was forty-eight cans of soda. Mindy would literally die from drinking that much of anything. But the comments were eating it up, so hey, what was the harm?

Mindy started to have a bit of trouble as she downed her fourteenth can. Her belly was rumbling pretty violently now, and the very moment she drained the last bit of soda, she-

*OOOOOOOUUUUUUURRRRRRRR-RRRRRP!*

The bloated redhead panted and coughed and belched, clutching her belly. She had, what… probably five liters of soda in this gut of hers now? That was five liters worth of coronation, too. Sure, a bunch of it had already come out, but there was still plenty of bubbly in there, and the constant disturbances from rapidly adding more were constantly disturbing all that bubbly goodness. It also didn’t help that Mindy’s belly was truly feeling tight now, moving from ‘snug’ to ‘taut’ levels of fullness.

Not that that was going to stop her, of course. Things were just starting to get good, after all~

(11/?) Holy fuck, guys, its really hitting me now. I feel so round and full and all the carbonation is making me blow up like a blimp while Im drinking and cant let it out. I might really pop at this rate… but why does that make me so excited…?

Mindy began to slow down as she guzzled cans fifteen and sixteen. She kneaded her waling belly, forcefully encouraging it to stop resisting and accept all of the tasty drink pouring into it. It didn’t take long after her fifteenth can for her belly to start aching from being so overfull, and by the end of the can, a bit of nausea had built up in the pit of her gut. She let out a particularly powerful belch and half reached for the bucket when it seemed like more than just air was going to come up.

Mindy swallowed hard and groaned softly. She was reaching her limit, but she still had four whole cans to go… Ffffffuuuuuuuuck… She raised her phone and looked at herself through her camera. God, her belly was so freaking massive and swollen… her breasts weren’t exactly impressive by any stretch, but her belly now completely dwarfed them. So smooth and tight and…

A surge of heat rushed from Mindy’s fingers and toes towards her core. She twitched, one hand grasping her aching belly and the other hovering around the front of her vivid booty shorts. She fought the urge to say fuck the challenge. She knew that after she’d seen to herself, she’d have no motivation to keep going. Four more vans… she just needed to hold on for four more cans…

(12/?) I dont think my angel wings are gonna be able to carry me back to heaven tonight, guys. My belly is just too massive and heavy from all this soda… my tiny wings dont stand a chance against a tummy this size.

It was getting harder and harder to think about what to put in each tweet. She wanted to keep riling up her fans, but doing so without just going ‘oh, my aching belly, someone come and rub it’ was rough when that was pretty much all her gut-addled brain was capable of thinking about at the moment.

Mindy deliberately chugged down can seventeen, then winced and moaned as her belly churned with hate. The soda didn’t taste good anymore. It tasted like pain and sugar. Her belly was sore and tight and fucking amazing, but there was more to do.

The inflated artist snatched up the bottle of lotion she’d had on standby nearby and squirted a generous portion of the cool gunk onto her personal soda orb. She rubbed the soothing lotion into her skin all over her belly crooning loudly as she did. The extra pressure from her massaging did wonders for her enthusiasm as well, her whole body feeling warmer and warmer as she pressed hard into her solid belly.

With the lotion applied and her belly feeling sleek and minimally less tight, Mindy recklessly guzzled her eighteenth can. She gagged as she dropped the empty can into the pile next to her. Too much. It was too much, too quickly! She felt sick to her core, her stomach rumbling ominously. Mindy grit her teeth and clamped a hand over her mouth. No! She felt fucking amazing! Her belly felt fucking amazing! She was going to do this and then she was gonna have the best solo Valentine’s Day she’d ever freaking had! And she was NOT going to let herself vomit and ruin the whole damn thing!

Mindy took a while to just sit still and let her churning stomach settle. Thankfully, it did eventually stop trying to stab her with nausea every other second. She still felt mildly unsettled, but it was good enough. Oh right, the update pic…

(13/?) I cant even think straigh im so full. I pute lotion on my belly and it really helped and now it looks so sleek and sext and tight. I fell kinds sick too but i can still keep foing. Wish me luck  on these last 2 guys

The frazzled redhead had to brace herself before taking the first sip of her nineteenth can. She feverishly wanted to just chug these last two cans as quickly as she could, post the finale, then disconnect from Twitter so she could finally reach the finale that she truly wanted, but she knew she’d pop her cork if she did that. So she forced herself to drink slowly, one sip at a time. Each swallow was followed up by a series of equally measured burps - each one big enough to get air out but not big enough to disturb the contents of her belly.

In this fashion, Mindy cleared both her nineteenth and, finally, her twentieth can. Her heart was hammering in her chest as the can clanked into the pile with its drained brethren. She didn’t feel nauseous anymore, thank Christ, but she felt so freaking full and heavy. She nearly felt as full as she did her very first time, but just slightly not there. She cradled her bulging gut and moaned heavily as her whole body trembled.

One last tweet… one last tweet and she was… wait… oh, fuuuuuuuckkkkkk…

Mindy happened to catch the most liked comment on her last tweet. It was asking what she meant by ‘last two’. Right. Mindy had said one for every five hundred likes and there had been just barely more than five hundred over ten thousand. So she had another can after this. But according to the comment, it said she had another three more? That was absolutely wrong, so why…?

…Shiiiiit. The initial post from yesterday had gotten an extra thousand likes. How the Hell had that happened!? These horny fucking bastards! Mindy had forgotten to post what number the original post had been at when she wrapped up the challenge! FUCK! She started to angrily type out a tweet, but then stopped herself.

Her belly let out a loud, dissonant growl. Could… maybe Mindy could… she was already so full, but… it would put her over her record if she could… oh, God, was she really…

FUCK.

(14/?) i forgot to say what the original like count was at an you guys kept liking it. It was my fault so i have to own up to my mistake. The count now is 11,539 likes so ill be drinking three more. Im really going to explode at this rate. Oh yeah, heres after can twenty

Mindy hiccuped softly as she pried open her next can. She couldn’t believe she was doing this… she grimaced and put the can to her lips.

Mindy had one hand constantly on her belly as she sipped at the soda. Then she stopped sipping. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t handle this slow-paced bullshit anymore. She was an impatient and mega-horny little shit who needed a conclusion and needed it RIGHT the fuck NOW. So when she stopped sipping, she didn’t stop drinking - the sipping just turned into full-blown chugging once more.

Her stomach was rioting. Her skin felt like it was physically stretching underneath her massaging hands. She could hear the gurgling and churning even over the sounds of her own desperate chugging. But she couldn’t stop. If she stopped, she would lose her motivation, blow chunks, or straight-up pop. It wasn’t a joke anymore - she felt so tight that she seriously felt like each gulp would make her burst like a true balloon. And for whatever reason, that thought just made her all the more hot inside.

Mindy held her breath for fear of bleching and losing everything between cans. She only dared to take quick breaths between heavy gulps. Her stomach was spasming, her body tense and her head hazy. She was at her peak. She was completely and utterly full. Her belly was blowing up even as she hastily opened up her final can, the carbonation rapidly turning her belly into a true ball.

Tears streamed down the corner of Mindy’s eyes as she greedily swallowed everything her twenty-third can had to offer. Her belly hurt so badly! It was so amazing and painful and taut and heavy and swollen and FUCK! She could barely even think! She couldn't take it anymore! She needed to finish! Finish this fucking challenge, finish this can, and finish in her very entirety! She- she- SHE-

“AAAAAAA- *OOOUUR* AAAAAAAAA- *UUUUOOOOOORRR* -AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH *OOOUUUUUUOOOOOOORRRRR!*~”

(whatever/whatever) finished. So full. Gonna pass out ultil march. Enjoy the pic.

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It was four AM on the day after Valentine’s Day. Mindy had been to the bathroom twelve million times to release the eight-plus liters of soda she’d drank and hadn’t slept a wink thanks to all the sugar and caffeine. Left with nothing else to do, she’d kept herself very busy seeing to her own belly and the feelings it wrought even as it shrank over the hours.

Her little soda-chugging update chain had absolutely exploded on Twitter. Each tweet had no less than fifteen-k likes and the final one, which featured her absolutely fucking ENORMOUS gut covering her naughty bits since her red booty shorts were very clearly slid down to her knees, had just hit twenty-k and was still getting retweeted roughly once a minute. She’d gained three thousand followers and had over a hundred DM’s from horny guts and gals propositioning her - and that was all without the art of herself that she planned on drawing later to accompany the whole saga.

Mindy was officially kink-Twitter famous. And, strangely enough, she didn’t feel all that great about it. She tossed her phone aside and laid her arms across her face, sighing. She loved the attention and she loved how her belly felt and she loved loving her giant gut, but also…

FUCK, she needed to get laid. And not by horny Twitter fuckers. Fuck her increased libido from all this bloating bullshit. Shit. Fuck. Goddamnit. Now she needed to find someone who wasn’t awful and also liked the same things as her. Thanks, body, you damned horny little shit. Happy Valentine’s Day to you too.

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Hey, Happy Valentine's Day, everybody!

...What? What do you mean it's not Valentine's Day anymore? What do you mean I missed it? Uh... your clock is wrong. It's totally still Valentine's Day. Yup. Shush.

I have a little extra something for you guys in the next day or two, and then it's back to the usual! New fic on the 20th to the 22'nd!