Anne sat on the couch, sure she was going to die from boredom at any second, she had absolutely no idea how Jane had convinced her to watch this car wreck of a documentary, although she had spent most of her time there day dreaming about the thousands of funner things that she could be doing and playing with her long, wavy black hair, she was pretty sure that the documentary was about some weird things that people had managed to do, though she was sure she could easily do them all herself. Although Anne would have loved to simply go home, she had promised Jane that she would watch the entire thing and she didn't want to disappoint her best friend, especially not with how ecstatic she looked when Anne accepted her invitation to watch it with her. Despite Anne's best efforts to stay put and watch the entire documentary, about halfway through, during a segment about some guy who had chugged three gallons of water in one sitting, Anne finally snapped and remarked "That's so lame, I bet I could do that without breaking a sweat!" This prompted Jane to chuckle before responding with "Yeah, you wish!" Anne had always been the competitive type, always accepting any challenge and immediately jumping at the chance to disprove anyone who said that she couldn't do something, so she naturally replied with, "Oh yeah? I'll prove it!" Anne then entered the kitchen and grabbed three of the milk jugs filled with water that Jane kept in case of an emergency, Jane immediately objected by stating that those jugs were for emergencies only, to which Anne responded with, "Oh what's the big deal? You have like twenty more jugs in there and you could always just refill them." Jane finally caved and allowed her friend to use the jugs, but not before telling Anne that if she popped she wasn't taking responsibility. Anne opened the first jug of water and began drinking from it, using both her hands to tilt it upwards so that the cold water could flow into her mouth, she drank and drank, slowly tilting the the jug up, a task that was becoming easier by the second as the jug became lighter and lighter, until it was nearly weightless and she tossed it to the side in triumph. Anne now felt as though she had eaten a rather large meal, and she began to massage her stomach, nearly screaming when her hands touched it, she immediately pulled up her shirt and looked at it, confirming her fears, her stomach was now distended by about an inch, struggling ever so slightly against the waistband of her skinny jeans, a stark contrast to the perfectly flat stomach she had just a few moments earlier. Noticing the change, Jane playfully poked Anne's pale belly, causing the latter to wince, "Gee, you look like you're pretty full Anne, are you sure you can do this?" the younger girl teased, "This is nothing, I can fit way more in here, just you wait and see." Anne confidently stated, quickly grabbing the next jug and beginning to gulp it down like she did to the first one, about halfway through the jug Anne began to feel a sharp pain in her stomach and reached down with one of her hands to soothe it, reaching under her shirt, which had ridden up so far that it now revealed about half an inch of her swollen stomach, despite this, she was determined to prove Jane wrong and kept drinking. Eventually, the second jug laid empty next to the first one and Anne felt stuffed to her absolute limit, her stomach now poked out by about 2 and a half inches, forcing her shirt so far up that it revealed the entire bottom half of her swollen gut, the struggle between her stomach and jeans had now become a full on war, Anne wanted to unbutton them so badly, but she was sure that would cause the zipper to ride down and expose her panties to her friend which would not only be awkward, but also incredibly embarrassing. The huge amount of water in her stomach along with the immense pressure from the waistband of her jeans had started to make Anne feel absolutely sick, and she was sure that if she didn't pop as soon as she drank the next drop, she would definitely throw up each and every last drop of water that was inside of her. Anne's discomfort must have been evident on her face, as Jane told her in a concerned voice that she didn't look well and reassured her that she didn't have to keep going if she didn't want to, despite this, Anne had never backed out of a challenge before and refused to give up on this one, especially after how far she had gone and so she lied and told her friend that she felt perfectly fine and asked for her to pass the last jug, to which Jane reluctantly agreed. Immediately after the jug entered her hands Anne removed the cap and began drinking from it, albeit at a far slower pace, not only because of how sick she felt, but also because she had to hold the jug with one hand, as the other was occupied with massaging her aching stomach, noticing this, Jane walked to Anne's side and began holding the jug for her, allowing Anne to add her second hand to the massage. After a few minutes of drinking, Anne had managed to drink around half of the jug, at which point her stomach won the war against her jeans, sending the button flying clean off and forcing the zipper all the way down, revealing Anne's black panties, though she seemed too distracted to notice and if she did, all fear of embarrassment had been completely forgotten in light of the immense pain and sickness that she now felt. A minutes later, and the now empty jug joined the other two on the ground, Anne now felt absolutely horrible, her stomach was hard as a rock and poked out an entire 4 inches, making it look as though she had taped a bowling ball to her stomach, her shirt, which once reached down slightly below her stomach, now sat between it and her B-cup breasts, she had stopped massaging her stomach as even the slightest touch sent massive waves of pain throughout it. Despite the discomfort she felt, she couldn't stop a grin from spreading across her face as she proudly told her friend "I told you I could do it." Jane begrudgingly accepted her defeat and began to refill the emptied water jugs, until she noticed that Anne's face had changed from a triumphant expression to a face of pain as she weakly blurted "Jane could you get me a bucket? I don't feel good."