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Your eyes are wide with fear, and I can feel your breathing quicken. "Don't worry piggy, I'm here with you." I reassure you. You nod slightly, which is about all you can manage these days, as you are finally rolled out into the open. I can't resist reaching down and rubbing your soft belly as the emergency crew take you outside. The look on the faces of our neighbors as the emergency workers wheel your massively overfed body out of the house is priceless. You are completely covered in stretchmarks and your huge belly hangs out from under the sheets they tried to cover you with, revealing just how grotesquely obese you've become. I can feel your body trembling with anxiety (or, more likely, arousal) as the crowd gathers to watch your jiggling bulk be wheeled down to the street to be loaded up into the waiting ambulance.
I keep my word and sit by your side as they try to lift your obese body up and into the ambulance. As they finally manage to get your colossal body into the back, there is a loud banging noise and the ambulance sinks significantly to one side. It seems you've caused a blowout.