There is a virus going around the world, targeting women and causing them to swell up until they explode. I think that I’m immune, silly me, and venture out to get you, my darling husband, a gift for when you return from your trip. Naturally, I end up getting contaminated with the virus and you return to find me laying in bed, needing desperately to talk to you. I tell you how it all happened, showing off my newly infected and incredibly bloated belly, stretched to the point that stretch marks are showing. I complain about how no clothes fit me anymore and how all the extra weight is making me so horny… through all my ranting, I realise I don’t have much time left at all, burping up some white liquid and feeling the pressure continue to build… until…