Your stomach is churning and moaning. It fills like you swallowed a cell phone on vibration mode. You and seldom felt hunger like this. You must relieve it. You make a ham, cheese, and big glop of cultspread sandwich. Oh so gooooood! You make another, another. You know you should stop but you don't. You are digging into the spread jar with a spoon, eating the cultspread straight. Then another jar. Your belly is so full you fill sick. You you are packed too tight to vomit. You lay down and watch TV while your stomach fills with rancid drippy bloat gas. You take off your pants and then your shirt. It really hurts. A building pressure, harder then any gas attack you have ever known. You are packed so tight you can't fart no matter how you adjust you ass and strain. Your belly is swollen like your about to have twins. You are crying by now and looking for your cell phone but too ill to look for longer then a few seconds at a time. You belly is still growing and you are howling with pain. Red lines of stretched agony mark your flesh.
Then you rip open, burst and a rain of gas and green/red shit/blood/flesh like a popped zit. You stare down at your empty insides, a couple pulsing organs, spinal column exposed. Then you die with a horrid expression frozen on your face. A rippling grimace, spiky muscle tone.
The End