Carrie's stomach rumbled again, angry and loud. A large belch escaped the delicate mouse's mouth. She quickly put her paws to her mouth, embarrassed. She felt a pressure in her belly and had the sensation of being bloated. Like when something you ate didn't agree with you at all.
Carrie felt the pressure build up again and let out another large burp, though it did nothing to alleviate the bloated feeling. She turned away from John and stumbled to the bed where she flopped down on her back. John hopped over to her, concerned. Carrie had stopped burping, though she was still feeling like she was going to, it just never came up and out.
The pressure continued to worsen, Carrie felt horrible. John laid a paw lightly on her belly. "Umm...Carrie, you've got a belly." Carrie didn't register what he was saying. Well, OF COURSE she had a belly, everyone had a belly. But then, she looked at it and saw that it was a fat belly. Perhaps fat was the wrong word for it. It was swelling out from her, like she was pregnant, but there was not weight. A balloon or beachball would be a good mimic of it.
Carrie felt another burp coming, but couldn't let it out. Instead, she felt and watched as her belly swelled out ever more.
"Dear, I think we've got a problem..." John said, rubbing Carrie's swelled belly.