Anya stirred awake, feeling an unusual heaviness in her stomach. She dismissed it as just another day, filled with routine tasks and little surprises. As she dressed, she noticed her reflection in the mirror; her belly was slightly rounder than usual. She shrugged it off, attributing it to last night's dinner.

During breakfast, Anya couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Her stomach felt tight, yet she brushed it aside, blaming it on bloating. By lunch, her belly had grown to an alarming size, akin to a watermelon. Her friends at work raised eyebrows, but she laughed it off, trying to ignore the curious glances.

Katya, Anya's best friend, arrived shortly after Anya called her in a panic. She gawked at Anya's distended belly, initially suspecting a prank. "Are you sure you're not pregnant?" Anya replied with a nervous laugh, "I'd be the first to know about it!" But as the evening wore on, Anya's belly expanded further, becoming a giant, taut sphere.

Katya fidgeted nervously, "Maybe we should pop it?" Anya shot back, "Are you crazy?! It's my stomach!" Just then, a soft crack echoed through the room, followed by a deafening pop. Anya was lifted off the floor, a sparkling cloud of air bursting forth as she landed with a soft thud.

Katya, covered in the sparkling dust, blinked in surprise. "Well... At least you're back to your normal shape," She said, helping Anya to her feet. Anya looked down at her now-deflated belly, bewildered. "What. Was. That?!" she asked, but the only answer was the lingering scent of caramel in the air.