The world exploded into motion. Ivy surged forward, her feet pounding against the wet tile. The intense glare from the overhead lights seared her vision, but she pushed forward, determined. The sounds of splashing water, shouts of panic, and frenzied movement filled the air. Contestants stumbled beside her, some barely keeping their balance as they barreled toward the opening section of the water park.

Ivy's momentum carried her forward too quickly. Her foot slipped on the slick floor, and she half-stumbled, half-fell into the shallow wading pool that stretched ahead. The cold water hit her knees like a slap, splashing up her thighs as her breath hitched in surprise. Jets of water shot into the air from colorful plastic sculptures spaced throughout the pool — spitting arcs of water that danced unpredictably. Ivy flinched as one sprayed dangerously close to her face, the cold mist peppering her skin. A sharp yelp from her right told her another contestant hadn't been so lucky — she glimpsed one poor girl sputtering as a powerful jet blasted her full in the face, sending her reeling. Another contestant lost their footing altogether, tumbling into the shallow water with a heavy splash.

Ivy gritted her teeth and surged forward, pushing through the knee-high water. The pool’s edge was roped off with floating barriers, forcing her and the others to follow a narrow path forward. The water churned as contestants jostled to get ahead, bodies shoving and splashing in frantic determination.

Finally, she reached the pool's edge, her wet, sodden diaper dragging heavily between her legs like an anchor. She heaved herself onto the raised platform ahead, water dripping from her arms as she caught her breath.

The next obstacle made her blood turn cold. The floating platforms stretched before her — flat, round discs bobbing and tilting on the water’s surface. Above them, a net of thick, roped mesh dangled low enough to grasp. Ivy watched as contestants ahead stumbled from platform to platform, feet slipping and sliding as the unsteady discs wobbled beneath their weight. One poor contestant barely made it two steps before their foot slipped, their legs vanishing beneath the water as they plunged off the side. They reappeared moments later, sputtering and grasping at the rope bridge above to drag themselves back onto a platform.

Don’t think — just move. Ivy told herself. She seized the rope bridge above her, gripping it tightly with both hands before stepping out onto the first floating platform. It wobbled violently beneath her, sloshing water as her knees bent to steady herself. She clenched her teeth, focusing every ounce of her strength on staying upright.

Step. Wobble. Step. Wobble.

She inched forward, the sodden padding of her swim diaper dragging heavily against her thighs with each unsteady motion. Her muscles burned as she fought to stay upright. She felt her foot slip once — a sudden, terrifying jolt as the platform shifted beneath her. Desperately, she clutched the rope bridge overhead, gripping it like a lifeline. Her knuckles turned white, her arms trembling as she fought to steady herself.

“Come on... come on...” she muttered under her breath.

A contestant ahead of her lost their grip on the rope and stumbled sideways, their foot hitting Ivy’s platform. The sudden impact sent Ivy’s platform rocking violently, and she nearly lost her grip. She dangled for a heart-stopping moment, her feet splashing beneath her before she pulled herself up with raw desperation.

Gasping, she forced herself forward, one shaky step after another. Her breath hitched, her arms burning as the rope bit into her palms. The next platform tilted at a sharp angle as she stepped on it, forcing her to lunge forward, planting her knee firmly down to stabilize herself. She heard another contestant fall behind her — a sharp splash and a frustrated shout — but Ivy couldn’t spare a glance back.

Finally — finally — she reached the other side. Ivy half-stumbled, half-crawled onto the raised platform, her breath ragged. Her arms shook violently, her legs barely able to support her weight. But she was still moving — still in the game.

Ahead, the next section stretched forward — a winding collection of padded climbing structures draped with netting, foam obstacles, and twisting slides. Contestants were already scrambling through the maze, their wet bodies slipping and struggling to gain traction.

Ivy forced herself to her feet and pushed forward. The wet padding of her diaper chafed uncomfortably as she climbed onto the padded platform, her arms aching as she grabbed hold of the netting and began to climb. The mesh swayed beneath her weight, pulling her limbs in awkward angles as she clambered upward. Her breath came in short bursts, muscles burning as she fought to keep pace.

A contestant beside her lost their footing, tumbling back down the netting and landing hard on the padded floor below. Ivy’s heart pounded, but she pressed on, dragging herself through the maze’s twisting foam tunnels and padded bridges. The humid air clung to her, and the sound of rushing water filled her ears.

Ivy stumbled free of the padded maze, her breath coming in ragged bursts, her limbs aching from the frantic climb. The humid air pressed against her like a damp blanket, leaving her soaked in both sweat and spray from the water park. Before her lay the next challenge — a collection of flotation devices scattered across the platform. Water wings in garish neon hues, inflatable cartoon animals with oversized grins, and a collection of round, pastel-colored innertubes bobbing invitingly at the edge of the water.

Ivy’s pulse quickened as she scanned the options. There was enough for everyone but not enough for each type. Some contestants were already snatching up their choices — a few sprinting toward the lazy river’s starting point. Others hesitated, clearly uncertain which would be the best choice. Ivy’s gaze landed on the innertubes — simple, familiar, and probably her best bet. She lunged for one of the few remaining ones just as another contestant grabbed for it. They locked eyes — the contestant, a stocky boy with wet hair plastered to his face, glared at her. For a tense moment, Ivy thought he might shove her aside. Instead, he muttered something under his breath, snatched a pair of bright orange water wings, and bolted for the starting point.

Ivy barely had time to feel relief before mechanical arms shot out from the walls. She flinched instinctively, expecting the cold metal to grab her — but instead, the arms seized the contestant ahead of her. The boy thrashed for a moment before realizing what was happening — the arms fitting a puffy, toddlerish life jacket over his shoulders. The bulky contraption was bright yellow, emblazoned with smiling dolphins, and snapped tightly between his legs. The boy groaned audibly, his face flushed with embarrassment before the arms deposited him at the river’s edge.

Ivy grimaced, her stomach twisting as she shuffled forward in line. Sure enough, the mechanical arms seized her as well. She tried to stand firm, squaring her shoulders, but thearms were firm and methodical. The pink life jacket they fitted her with what felt absurdly bulky, the padded fabric pressing awkwardly against her chest. The straps pulled snugly over her shoulders, and Ivy squirmed as she felt one strap slide down between her legs before snapping tightly into place. The humiliating thing hugged her tightly — far too snug to remove without help. Worse still, it pressed uncomfortably against her already swollen swim diaper. She shifted her hips uneasily, but there was no relief — the swollen padding had grown noticeably thicker, spongier, and heavier. Was this thing expanding? She wondered grimly. Or am I just imagining it?

But there was no time to dwell on the discomfort. The mechanical arms deposited her at the launch point, and Ivy set her innertube in the water, gripping it tightly as she clambered awkwardly inside. The life jacket’s thick padding bunched against her ribs, and her swollen diaper squished beneath her, pressing heavily against the innertube’s surface. The sensation was maddening — damp and clingy like she was sitting on a sponge. Ivy groaned, cheeks burning, but forced herself to focus. At least she was afloat.

The lazy river started deceptively calm, drifting slowly away from the launch point. The water hummed softly around her, warm and inviting, and soft lights lined the artificial riverbanks. For a brief, blissful moment, Ivy allowed herself to breathe.

Then came the corner.

The moment she drifted around the bend, the river’s pace shifted. The water churned violently beneath her, currents twisting and surging like grasping hands. The once-gentle flow had become a chaotic swirl of rapids. Spray shot up from the water’s surface, splashing Ivy’s face as her innertube lurched wildly. She grabbed the rubbery sides with both hands, her fingers digging into the slick material. The current seized her, dragging her forward with startling force.

“Whoa!” Ivy gasped, her voice barely audible over the roar of the rushing water.

A sudden burst of current shoved her hard against the riverbank, her shoulder slamming into the padded wall. The impact knocked her half out of the tube, her legs flailing as her lower half dunked beneath the churning water. Ivy gasped, sputtering as warm water surged over her, soaking her face and hair. She kicked frantically, struggling to get herself back inside the tube. The current refused to cooperate, spinning her tube sideways and threatening to send her tumbling again.

From somewhere ahead, Ivy heard a shriek — one contestant swept sideways, their inflatable dolphin toppling with them as they hit the rapids. Ivy watched in horror as the contestant’s swollen swim diaper bobbed to the surface, the life jacket keeping them awkwardly afloat as they splashed helplessly downstream.

Stay in the tube... stay in the tube... Ivy told herself, forcing her arms to grip tighter.

The next set of rapids surged beneath her. The water crashed and swirled, dragging her along at a breakneck pace. The pink life jacket dug painfully against her ribs, the bulk of her swollen diaper pressing her down into the rubbery tube. Her legs dangled uselessly over the sides, and no matter how much she kicked, her body felt sluggish — weighted down by the sodden padding clinging to her.

The river’s path twisted sharply again, and Ivy was forced sideways, slamming into another contestant’s innertube. They clashed with a loud thump, spinning wildly in the narrow channel. The other contestant yelped in frustration, flailing to steady himself, but the water’s relentless push dragged them both along. Ivy’s fingers ached from clutching the tube’s slippery surface, but she held on, refusing to let the river pull her under.

Finally, the rapids began to ease. The water slowed, growing calmer as the river widened into a placid pool. Ivy’s body ached from tension—her arms stiff and trembling, her stomach knotted in dread. But she was still afloat, still moving forward.

Ivy stumbled out of the water, her legs shaky as she pressed one foot ahead of the other, each step sending a damp squish through her swollen diaper. The sodden padding sagged heavily between her legs, dragging at her thighs and forcing her to waddle awkwardly as she staggered toward the looming staircase. Her chest heaved, her breath shallow and ragged as she tried to ignore the growing pressure in her stomach — a deep, cramping ache that seemed to coil tighter with each step.

Ahead of her, other contestants were making their way toward the base of the towering structure. The winding staircase spiraled high above them, disappearing into the rafters of the artificial water park. The structure itself seemed carved from colorful foam and padded platforms — bright and cartoonish, yet somehow menacing in its sheer scale. Ivy’s heart pounded as she watched the contestants haul themselves upward, their steps sluggish, their movements awkward and stiff.

And then she noticed it — the contestant just ahead of her. He staggered forward, water dripping from his soaked hair, his legs spreading wide with each labored step. His swollen diaper bulged grotesquely beneath his one-piece swimsuit, the bloated padding hanging low like a waterlogged sponge. He winced with each movement, clearly struggling against the obscene weight of the swollen bulk between his legs. The sight made Ivy’s stomach churn, her skin prickling cold despite the humid air.

And then she felt it — the sharp, twisting cramp deep in her belly, her insides seizing violently. Her breath caught in her throat, her fingers curling tightly into fists as a wave of pressure rolled through her gut. She doubled over slightly, her knees bending as she fought to hold herself together. The contents of her stomach gurgled and shifted inside her, a dull, sickening ache spreading through her middle. She clenched her muscles tightly, forcing herself to take a shaky breath.

Not now... not here…

But she wasn’t alone. Ivy’s eyes flicked toward the other contestants gathering at the base of the staircase. Some were gripping their bellies, their faces tight with discomfort. A few winced with each step, their movements stiff and jerky. Others fidgeted awkwardly in place, shifting their weight from foot to foot, clearly fighting to contain themselves. The realization struck her like a slap — they were all feeling the same thing.

The bear’s warning... Ivy’s mind raced. These diapers aren’t just heavy — they’re designed to absorb water. They’re getting heavier with every step…

Her gaze fell to her waist. The once-thick swim diaper now looked bloated and distorted beneath her swimsuit, the swelling bulk pressing tightly against her thighs. It clung to her like a waterlogged sponge, squishing unpleasantly with each movement, the padding swollen and warm against her skin. She swallowed hard, feeling her stomach cramp again, her muscles tightening in protest.

The cramps came in pulses now — deep, grinding waves of pressure that left her sweating and weak. Each step seemed to make it worse, her breath hitching as her body screamed for release. But she couldn’t. The thought of losing control, of humiliating herself in front of the remaining contestants, twisted her stomach in knots. She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to move forward, dragging her feet up the first step.

The staircase itself seemed endless — a winding, padded path that twisted and climbed with cruel precision. Ivy trudged upward, her legs trembling beneath her as her swollen diaper pressed heavily against her thighs. Each step forced the bloated bulk to shift and squish between her legs, the soggy padding tugging her hips apart with every sluggish movement.

Her stomach clenched violently, and Ivy staggered against the railing, a soft whimper escaping her lips. She felt her body betray her — her muscles weakening, the unbearable pressure mounting as she fought to maintain control. Sweat trickled down her face, her breaths coming fast and shallow. A few steps ahead, a contestant stumbled — his face twisted in agony as he froze in place. Ivy saw his shoulders hunch, his fingers curling into fists as his face turned bright red. And then... she heard it — the unmistakable squelch of a diaper filling, the muffled crinkle blending with a low, defeated sob.

Ivy squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to focus — to fight back the growing desperation twisting inside her. But her body had other plans. A sharp, relentless cramp surged through her abdomen, and she felt her muscles tighten, her body spasming as her control buckled beneath the pressure. Her breath hitched — her fingers curling tightly into the railing as her body seized in protest.

And then... her stomach gave way.

The sensation hit her all at once — a sudden release that sent warmth spreading through her swollen diaper. The bulk swelled further as she filled it, the damp weight pressing hotly against her skin. She gasped softly, her face burning with shame as her body betrayed her completely. The mess spread thickly beneath her, pushing against the already swollen padding, the foul warmth clinging to her skin as the diaper sagged even lower between her legs.

Ivy choked back a sob, her breath shaky and ragged. Her head spun as humiliation crashed down over her — the stifling heat, the muffled squelch of her ruined diaper, the lingering scent that crept up around her like a sickly fog. She wanted to scream — to cry — to disappear. But there was no time.

Contestants pushed past her, dragging themselves up the staircase, their swollen diapers sagging and bulging beneath their swimsuits. Ivy staggered forward, her legs trembling beneath her as the swollen mass between her thighs rubbed against her skin with every agonizing step. The finish line had to be close — it had to be — and she would make it. No matter how disgusting she felt, no matter how humiliated she was, Ivy refused to lose.

Ivy groaned, her knuckles white as her fingers clutched the padded railing. Her knees buckled, her breath coming in shallow gasps as another twisting cramp tore through her stomach. Her insides seized violently, her muscles giving way yet again as another humiliating wave forced its way into her swollen diaper. The hot, sticky mess spread thickly beneath her, pressing heavily against her skin, the bulk growing even more sodden and bloated. Her legs trembled, her face flushing crimson as she bit down on her lower lip, fighting the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks.

The swollen diaper sagged between her legs like a waterlogged sponge, chafing her thighs and making each step a miserable, squishing ordeal. Her body ached with exhaustion, her stomach still gurgling ominously as she leaned hard against the railing, struggling just to keep herself upright. Her whole body felt disgusting — sweaty, clammy, and coated in the humiliating warmth that clung to her skin. The thick padding of her swollen diaper seemed to weigh her down like an anchor, each movement accompanied by a sickening squelch.

A warm and firm hand touched her back. Ivy was startled, turning her head just enough to see Finn standing beside her. His expression tightened with concern. He knelt slightly to meet her eye level, his gaze soft but worried.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice low enough that no one else could hear. His hand remained on her back, steadying her.

Ivy opened her mouth to answer, but the words caught in her throat. She wanted to lie — to brush it off, to pretend she was fine — but her body betrayed her, another low groan escaping her lips as her stomach twisted again. She clenched her teeth, willing herself to hold on, but her body had reached its limit. Her muscles spasmed, her stomach clenched tight, and she felt yet another rush of warmth push into her diaper. The bloated mass pressed tightly against her, the swollen padding forcing her legs even wider as she slumped forward with a defeated whimper.

“Ivy…” Finn murmured, his voice softer now, more understanding. “You’re okay.” His hand gently rubbed her back — warm, steady, and oddly comforting.

She swallowed hard, mortified. “I… I’m fine,” she stammered weakly, her face burning. “I just… I can’t believe…” She trailed off, unable to put words to the sheer humiliation swirling inside her.

Finn grimaced. “Yeah… same here.” His face flushed slightly, and he gave a short, humorless chuckle. “Whatever they gave us… it wasn’t exactly subtle.”

Ivy’s head snapped up, surprise cutting through her misery. “Wait… you too?”

Finn gave a short nod, his face twisting in discomfort. “Lazy river,” he muttered, his voice low with embarrassment. “I thought I could hold it, but… yeah. Whatever’s in our system… it’s like our bodies didn’t have a choice.”

Ivy exhaled shakily, a twisted sense of relief washing over her. She wasn’t alone in this. The humiliation still gnawed at her — the sheer disgust of what she’d been forced to endure — but knowing Finn had been through the same thing softened the edge of her shame. If he could push through it, then so could she.

“I just… I can’t believe this,” she muttered, still gripping the railing like it was the only thing keeping her upright. Her swollen diaper squelched as she shifted her stance, making her wince. “It’s like they’re... designing this to break us.”

Finn snorted softly, a grim smile curling the edge of his mouth. “Yeah… feels that way.”

For a moment, they stood in silence, side by side, breathing heavily as other contestants stumbled past them—some waddling awkwardly, others clutching their stomachs with pained grimaces. The air was thick with chlorine and sweat, and the faint but unmistakable scent of messy diapers lingered like a sickly cloud.

“Come on,” Finn said after a long pause. “We’ve still got more to climb.” His hand remained steady on her back, and Ivy nodded weakly, forcing herself to move. Each step sent her diaper squishing wetly between her legs, but she pushed forward, one slow, humiliating step at a time. The swollen padding dragged at her thighs, her legs forced wide as she trudged up the padded stairs, but she kept going.

Because no matter how disgusting she felt, no matter how much her body ached or how deeply her shame burned... Ivy knew she wasn’t giving up.

She wasn’t going to be a baby again.

Ivy’s breath hitched as she glanced down at her swollen diaper, the thick, bloated padding forcing her legs apart and bulging beneath the snug fit of her swimsuit. The fabric barely contained the grotesque bulk, the once-comfortable swim diaper now feeling like a waterlogged sponge strapped tightly around her waist. She grimaced, shifting her stance, the wet squelch of her padding sending shivers of revulsion crawling up her spine.

“I think… I think the diapers are reacting to the water,” Ivy muttered, her voice low but urgent. “They’re swelling… way more than any swim diaper should.”

Finn’s face twisted in discomfort as he glanced down at his bulging diaper. He muttered a curse under his breath, shaking his head. “I knew something felt off… It’s like they’re designed to do this.”

Ivy swallowed hard, her stomach still twisted with cramps. The thought made her shiver — they weren’t just humiliating her; they were sabotaging her. Whatever they’d been forced to drink had robbed them of control, and now, their diapers were engineered to become swollen, bloated weights clinging heavily to their bodies. Each step Ivy took felt like trudging through wet sand, her legs forced into a wide-legged waddle that she couldn’t avoid. Worse still, the pressure against her skin made it impossible to tell if her diaper was just swollen… or if something else was pressing thickly against her backside.

The two of them reached the top of the staircase, where a row of brightly colored inner tubes awaited them. Each one sat beside the gaping mouth of a massive waterslide, the dark tunnel yawning open like a beast prepared to swallow them whole. The distant sound of splashing water echoed up from below, mixed with sharp, terrified screams that seemed to twist and distort as they echoed through the tunnel.

Finn gave her a weak smile, motioning to the inner tubes. “Ladies first,” he muttered grimly.

Ivy groaned softly as she grabbed one of the tubes and dragged it toward the starting point. The inflated ring was oversized, with cartoonish animal designs scrawled along its surface — a grinning frog, a blushing duck, a cheerful fish. It would have been innocent enough… if not for the humiliating reality of her situation.

With a deep breath, she lowered herself onto the tube’s padded center, her legs straddling the opening as the damp plastic pressed against her swollen diaper. Immediately, the bloated padding squished and spread beneath her, and Ivy shuddered as a sickening warmth oozed across her skin. She winced, biting her lip as another sharp cramp twisted through her stomach — the bloated mass inside her diaper seemed to shift, pressing against her in ways she didn’t want to think about.

A thin hiss escaped her lips as gas pushed free, the muffled burst lost beneath the noise of rushing water. Ivy clenched her fists tightly against the tube’s handles, her face burning. The pressure was unbearable — her messy diaper clung wetly to her skin, sticky and swollen, and she had no idea how much more her body could take.

The water surged behind her, pulling her inner tube toward the tunnel’s mouth. With a yelp, Ivy lurched forward, her fingers gripping the handles in a white-knuckled death grip as she plunged into darkness.

The tunnel swallowed her whole.

For an instant, there was only blackness — complete and absolute. The air roared around her, the rush of water deafening as it sloshed violently against her back and legs. The walls of the slide twisted and turned, the tube jostling and spinning beneath her as she fought to keep hold of the handles. Each sharp turn sent her skidding hard against the slippery walls, her diaper squelching loudly as the bloated padding shifted beneath her.

Ivy barely heard the screaming at first — it seemed distant, distorted — but then it grew louder, closer. She couldn’t tell if it was her voice or someone else’s. Her chest tightened as panic clawed at her ribs. The slide twisted sharply downward, sending her tube into a dizzying spin, and Ivy’s stomach lurched violently as the pressure inside her twisted and turned with her. The bloated diaper clung tightly to her skin, the swollen padding pressing against her, warm and heavy and utterly disgusting. The sensation forced bile up her throat, but she swallowed it down, forcing herself to focus.

Stay calm... just hold on…

The slide pitched her through another sharp turn, water sloshing violently around her as the tube spun uncontrollably. Her stomach twisted again, and this time, Ivy couldn’t stop it. Her muscles clenched… and failed. She felt herself lose control completely, a fresh wave of humiliating warmth flooding her diaper, mixing with the clammy bulk that was already smeared against her skin.

Ivy squeezed her eyes shut, biting back a sob as the slide twisted downward again, the pressure in her stomach finally subsiding. Her diaper, bloated beyond anything she’d ever imagined, sagged heavily beneath her. It clung wetly to her like a second skin — heavy, thick, and thoroughly disgusting.

And still… the ride wasn’t over.

The slide spun her again, launching her down a final drop. Ivy screamed this time — loud and sharp — as she shot out of the tunnel’s end and splashed hard into the pool below. Water cascaded over her, soaking her hair and face as her inner tube bobbed violently on the surface. She gasped for air, sputtering and coughing as she wiped her face with trembling hands.

Her body felt numb, her limbs weak and useless. She barely registered Finn splashing down beside her a moment later, the sound of him coughing and spitting echoing her own. His face was pale, his breath shaky.

“You… okay?” Finn rasped, his voice raw.

Ivy managed a weak nod; her body slumped against the side of her inner tube. “Yeah,” she croaked. “I think so…”

Ivy’s breath shuddered in her chest as she stumbled out of the pool, her legs trembling beneath her. The water lapped gently at her ankles, the shallow pool gradually giving way to solid ground. For a moment, she thought she’d made it — that she could drag herself forward out of the humiliating chaos that had engulfed her for the past hour. But then her stomach twisted sharply again, a violent cramp that surged up her spine and knotted tightly beneath her ribs.

Her knees buckled, and Ivy caught herself with her hands on her thighs, her fingers digging into the damp fabric of her swimsuit. She gritted her teeth, sweat beading on her forehead as her exhausted body betrayed her once more. She felt the weight in her gut shift, and then — wet, sticky warmth pressed against her skin. A fresh wave of mess forced its way into her already saturated diaper, the heavy bulk spreading low and thick between her legs. The swollen padding sagged heavily beneath her, clinging wetly to her skin as her stomach gave another uneasy churn.

Ivy groaned softly, the sound muffled behind her clenched teeth. Her face burned as she tried to steady her breathing, forcing herself to stay calm. The sickening squelch of her diaper shifted beneath her as she adjusted her stance, her thighs forced wide by the bloated bulk now encasing her.

Other contestants were arriving at the edge of the pool, their faces pale and strained. Ivy didn’t need to ask to know they were feeling the same effects she was — the same cramping, the same humiliating loss of control. Several of them waddled forward in awkward, staggering steps, their diapers swollen and sagging low between their legs. Some bulged so heavily that the plastic swayed with each step, clinging thickly to their skin. The air stank of chlorine, sweat… and the unmistakable foulness that clung to every contestant now.

One girl staggered past Ivy, her face twisted in discomfort as she waddled forward. Her swollen diaper bulged like a grotesque balloon beneath her swimsuit, and her steps were stiff and awkward. Moments later, another contestant—a boy whose face Ivy vaguely recognized—stumbled out of the pool. His diaper was so bloated that it sagged below the hem of his swimsuit, swinging with each halting step. His face was red, and his expression masked strained concentration as he fought to maintain his balance.

Ivy swallowed hard, her pulse racing. I can't let this happen to me... She couldn't let her diaper swell any further — if it grew too heavy, walking would become impossible. Already, each step felt like dragging a sandbag between her legs, the bloated bulk squishing with every movement. Her thighs chafed painfully against the swollen padding, and she knew the clock was ticking — if she didn’t finish soon, she’d be stuck like this.