72oz Soda Bloat

Description: ????72 oz to freedom????i can't believe i let him do this to me, again. 72 oz of sparkling water - six tall cans.. i don't even like soda water. before we even hit 'record,' i was already feeling a little zonked out. and, of course, he capitalized. in the edit, he left in every moment where i stumbled over my words, lost my train of thought, or was overwhelmed by the bloating. three cameras rolling, capturing every inch of my sudsy, bubbly predicament in high definition.with every gulp, my jeans cut deeper into me. that gassy, heavy fullness creeping in with every chug. the burps came quick. sometimes on purpose. other times loud and guttural before i could even stifle them. i'd laugh, hiding my face, swallow the embarrassment and keep going.two cans in and my clothes were already getting unbearably tight. i had to take them off. but only for him to tell me to put them back on and button everything back up tightly for the third can. and i did. squeezing my distended belly back into skin-tight denim. every movement was beginning to feel clumsy. every sentence just sort of dribbling out of my mouth, only half-thought out before i could speak it. i made it through six cans. 72 ounces. there were two cans left, but i just couldn't do it. and that's when he sat behind me, hands all over my swollen gut he squeezed and prodded and jiggled my belly like he owned it. every groan, every slosh, every helpless look is all right there in our footage. no angles or details or humiliation left unseen.