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Two men were running down an alley, one screaming to the other to quicken his pace. A roaring can be heard down the alley from which the two men came from. They looked behind to see the silhouette of a large orb, something the men had a hand in. They kept running but then stopped and looked back, confused as to why the desired outcome hadn't occurred yet.

"I told you it wasn't enough!" one yelled at the other, hitting him in the arm.

"Shut up Max!" the other yelled, "You saw her, you saw how big she had gotten, it was enough!"

"Well then, why hasn't she-" suddenly a loud explosion cut him off and the silhouette disappeared in a flash, launching its contents into the air.

"See? I told you!" shouted Max, his ears ringing a bit, "You gotta trust me, Joe."

"I trust you as far as I can throw you," Joe snapped back at Max. It began to rain around them, but not water, this liquid was brownish and smelled of a mixture of odd aromas. "Aw dang it!" complained Joe, looking down at his stained clothing, "I thought we were far enough to avoid this."

"Apparently not. Lets go wash this off," said Max, walking with Joe to their apartment. As they left the scene, police vehicles sped past them to investigate the detonation site.

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The policemen scouted the area, only to find the walls of the alley covered in brown slush and a pile in the center, probably where the explosion occurred.

"What do you recon happened here?" asked one of the officers to the detective.

"Well, it seems like someone set off some sort of pudding like bomb, and according to the faint smell of blood, the explosion probably caught someone in its path." the detective hypothesized.

"You know, as I made my way here, I had passed a couple of guys who looked like they were covered in this brown pudding gunk," commented another officer.

"As if they were caught in the blast?" the other asked.

"More like near enough for some of it to get on their clothing and hair. They were walking away from the scene. I didn't think much of it until now."

"Hmm, if they were close enough to get sprayed by the blast, then they should have been able to see or know what caused it, and were probably fleeing the scene. They know something about this explosion, we need to find them and fast," the detective ordered. This wasn't the first time he had seen something like this, and he was determined to get to the bottom of it!

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The two guys entered their apartment, tracking brown prints on the rug as they walked about. Joe immediately went for a towel, wiping the brown stains of his hair and face, leaving the washing machine deal with his clothing. Max went straight to the bathroom to wash off all of the brown slime off his body, as Joe just plopped down on the couch, ignorant to the fact that he's staining it.

Joe turned the television on and flipped through the channels, searching something good to watch before finally finding a channel. After a bit a commercial came on about a popular game show. "Belly: Unpoppable!" Joe's eyes widened as he called for his partner.

"Max, come quick!" Joe cried loudly.

Max rushed in with only a towel wrapped around his waist, "What? What is it?"

Joe pointed to the screen where the commercial was playing.

A woman, of a rather thin figure, was chugging down gallons upon gallons of milk, filling her gut out to an incredible size. Joe and Max's eyes widened and their mouths dropped upon watching this.

"Think you pop this gut?" the woman asked, passing her hand over the curve of her orb, "I highly doubt it!" She gave a big hearty chuckle, her belly bouncing along. "I'm unpoppable! Don't believe me? Then try and see if you are able to pop my gigantic gut and win the grand prize!" The two men perched up, interested in what the grand prize was. "Of Ten Million Dollars!!" the commercial announced, cash raining down, covering the screen before the host popped up, "So come on down and see if you have what it takes to pop the unpoppable!" The commercial ended with a cartoon woman whose belly began growing; the title was shown on her large gut shortly before it comically exploded.

Joe and Max turned to each other with the same thought in their mind.

"Lets pop that belly!"

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The studio was buzzing with work, people walking back and forth carrying makeup cases and stage lights, preparing the stage for the next episode of Belly: Unpoppable! Joe and Max were sitting patiently by the make-up section, having work on them to make them presentable.

The two men were expecting to participate in gorging the gal to incredible sizes up until she explodes, but they were given a different task.

“So…” Max started, talking to Joe, “If we’re not going to pop the girl, what are we going to do?”

Joe shrugged, “I had entered us to be poppees and they accepted our entrée. I don’t know what happened.” The women working on the two men’s make-up giggled. “What’s so funny?”

“You two.” Answered a short, green haired chick, “You haven’t watched this much, have you?”

“No.” answered Joe, the girls responded again with giggles.

“Let me guess, you came only for the ten million dollar cash prize?” asked a long, purple haired one.

“Yeah.” Answered Max.

“Guys!” began the red headed one again, “No one has ever won the cash prize.”

Max and Joe looked at their make-up artist confused, “What?”

“Nope,” they answered.

“Well screw that!” said Joe, “We’ll be the first to win it!”

The make-up artists shrugged and answered, “Alright,” before finishing up.

Suddenly, the confident duo was approached by a blonde, multitasking, chief executive, talking into his ear piece and writing down in clipboard, followed by a young intern. After he finished scolding someone through the earpiece and tossed the clipboard, he looked at Joe and Max and responded with a puzzled glance.

“Who are these two?” he asked, “These aren’t the Popper Bros!”

“No, Mr. Layton, they quit,” answered the intern.

“God dammit, Mike!” yelled the executive, shaking his fists, “Why am I just hearing this now!”

“Well, they quit this morning.” Explained Mike, “But then we received an entrée from these two brothers and thought they would fill their position.”

“What position?” asked Max.

“I’ll get to you later,” snapped Mr. Layton, “And you, you didn’t think of passing this decision through me?”

“It had just happened only a few hours ago, sir” Mike said, “we are now readjusting the host’s script to the change.”

“Alright, well get out of here, make sure everything is ready for these two,” the executive ordered, “And bring me a latte.”

“Yes sir” the assistant left.

“Alright you two,” started Mr. Layton, turning to Joe and Max, “This is what you are going to do here. When the main contestants fill her up, you two will be called out into the stage and will get your chance fill her up some more. She, the girl you’ll be stuffing, then will give you the signal for when to stop and then she’ll act like she almost explodes and then the show is over and we pay you your worth and we head our separate ways.”

“Wait, almost?” asked Joe confused, “Aren’t we going to get a chance to pop her? And win the millions?”

“What?” Mr. Layton chuckled, “No, of course not! No one wants to see that! Come on, there’s a reason we’ve been going for 4 seasons, and let me tell you, it’s not because we keep blowing our star.” The executive left the two men, laughing at their ignorance.

The two men looked at each other. “How much are we getting paid?” asked one of them.

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“Hello Everyone, and Welcome to….

BELLY: UNPOPPABLE!!”

Joe and Max heard the intro from backstage as they got into their outfits, the theme song played as colorful lights flickered brightly, giving a spectacle to the applauding audience.

“And here’s the girl with the iron gut; Beverly Malcovich!!”

The theme song of a popular spy movie played as the host entered the stage, sliding down a rope that hanged in the center.

“I guess now we know why it's called Belly: Unpoppable,” commented Max unimpressed, Joe nodding in agreement. The two men were so bored, they began tuning out the show, thinking what a disappointment it was that they weren’t allowed to try their hands at popping the host. About how they were taunted into joining by some clever advertisement. About how two guys were previously hired to feed the host with the fake intention of popping her, only to pretend fail for 4 seasons straight. Maybe that’s why they quit.

The two were so lost in thought; they didn’t hear the contestants being called in as they entered the stage in their colorless jumpsuits, they didn’t hear the instructions given to them by a bodiless voice from the speakers, and they didn’t even hear the lip smacking, food chewing or stomach growling that came with such a ravenous force feeding. They had only awakened after the executive yelled at them to snap out of their trance.

“Don’t you two have ears? You’re up!” he barked.

Joe and Max jumped up, startled and dazed as they gathered their surroundings. “We’re on?”

“You’re supposed to be!” yelled the red-faced executive before he grabbed their hands and pushed them up onto stage.

“And there they are! The dreaded Popper Bros. Beverly’s newest rivals!” yelled the bodiless voice excitedly, gloomy fanfare playing as the villains of the show finally appeared, after being two minutes late. The audience responded with a resounding “Boo” as the two men walked into the stage.

Max raised his gloved hand, covering his face from the bright flashing lights, forgetting that he been dressed in some recognizable plumber outfits, referencing characters of Italian origin. As their eyes adjusted to the brightness, their eyes finally settled onto the grand spectacle that lay bare before them, towering high.

The host was laying there, center stage, sprawled on the comfy-looking chair, dressed in her black, spy-like leotard. Her face was covered in sauces and crumbs from a variety of tasty dishes that had been served to her. From her center, were her hand laid, her gut had expanded much larger than Joe and Max have ever seen before. Clearly this was the effect of stuffing oneself to brink of bursting multiple times for 4 seasons straight. The host didn’t even show a smidge of being uncomfortable, probably either from a good acting career or she’s probably already used to being in such a delicate state. The host signaled the two to come closer and start their act.

Joe and Max, shaken back into reality, walked towards the bloated host.

“Alright guys, you two know what to do, right?” she asked, Joe and Max nodded in response, “Great, now let’s give these people the show of a life time!” Joe and Max could only imagine how many times she must have repeated this to the last guys who were in their position.

So Joe and Max began feeding the host the final morsels that are supposed to be her undoing, with a frown on their face and maliciousness falsely painted into their eyes.

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The police detectives were stumped. They looked high and low for the two suspected suspects who were seen leaving the scene of the crime, but they seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth. Or moved out of town.

One of the cops decided it was time for his beak and headed for the break room. He poured himself a nice cup of Joe and sat down on the chairs their low budget could provide.

One of his coworkers had flipped on the TV to his favorite program, “Belly: Unpoppable”. The cop decided to watch it as well since his coworker had the remote. Suddenly the scene with the Popper Bros show and the cop’s eyes widened in surprise. The two men, it was them! The two men who were walking away from the scene of the crime when he drove by, they were right there on TV. The cop jumped from his seat and ran to his commanding officer, desperate to share with him this information.

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As the two guys continued to stuff the hosts face with more food, they realized what eminent effect it was having on the belly. Unknown to how full she had gotten, they hadn’t realized that Beverly’s belly had grown its last final inches before the strained gut, with all the pressure that had build up within her, had grown an angry red, groaning louder than ever, pleading the two men to stop feeding the host any more food.

Joe and Max looked at each amazed. All of the tale-tell signs of a belly that has reached its limit were present before them.

“Alright guys,” the host slurred out in between stifled burps and groans, “That’ enough… I can’t take any m-uuuuuurrrp-more…”.

Joe and Max looked on to the table to see a final cup of milk. Joe fetched and dangled it over the host, “Just one more,” he said with a mischievous grin. Beverly shook her head in response, keeping her mouth shut tight. “Max, help her.” Max smiled evilly and pried the host’s mouth open.

“What’s this?” the announcer commented, the whole scene broadcasted on the large screen hanging from the ceiling. All the executive and assistants asked around, wondering if this was part of the show.

Joe tipped the cup, seeing the milk reach the edge of the cup, ready to jump down to the awaiting maw and enter the tightly packed belly of the host. The milk was almost over the edge, one more millimeter and…

“FREEZE!”

Suddenly the whole area was flooded with cops, everyone panicked and screamed as men in blue busted down doors and fell from the ceiling, every one of them pointing their gun at the two men.

One of the cops quickly grabbed Max, another grabbed Joe, knocking the glass of milk out of his hand. The cup flew from his grip, past the host’s mouth and into the ground, shattering into pieces.

“Joe and Max,” began the commissioner, who probably learned their names when asking the secretary who what were the Popper Bros’ real names, “you’re under arrest for the suspected murder of Alicia Gardens.” The two guys were pushed away as the cops began reading them their rights.

As all the cops left and the situation calmed, everyone went back to their seats, confused and dazed by the whole mess.

Suddenly, Beverly shouted, “I’m AAAAAAAAAAAlright!”

The crowd cheered for another brilliant triumph by beautiful Beverly Malcovich.

It just goes to show you, her Belly truly is Unpoppable!

Description
Two men were running down an alley, one screaming to the other to quicken his pace. A roaring can be heard down the alley from which the two men came from. They looked behind to see the silhouette of a large orb, something the men had a hand in. They kept running but then stopped and looked back, confused as to why the desired outcome hadn't occurred yet.

"I told you it wasn't enough!" one yelled at the other, hitting him in the arm.

"Shut up Max!" the other yelled, "You saw her, you saw how big she had gotten, it was enough!"

"Well then, why hasn't she-" suddenly a loud explosion cut him off and the silhouette disappeared in a flash, launching its contents into the air.

"See? I told you!" shouted Max, his ears ringing a bit, "You gotta trust me, Joe."

"I trust you as far as I can throw you," Joe snapped back at Max. It began to rain around them, but not water, this liquid was brownish and smelled of a mixture of odd aromas. "Aw dang it!" complained Joe, looking down at his stained clothing, "I thought we were far enough to avoid this."

"Apparently not. Lets go wash this off," said Max, walking with Joe to their apartment. As they left the scene, police vehicles sped past them to investigate the detonation site.

-----------------

The policemen scouted the area, only to find the walls of the alley covered in brown slush and a pile in the center, probably where the explosion occurred.

"What do you recon happened here?" asked one of the officers to the detective.

"Well, it seems like someone set off some sort of pudding like bomb, and according to the faint smell of blood, the explosion probably caught someone in its path." the detective hypothesized.

"You know, as I made my way here, I had passed a couple of guys who looked like they were covered in this brown pudding gunk," commented another officer.

"As if they were caught in the blast?" the other asked.

"More like near enough for some of it to get on their clothing and hair. They were walking away from the scene. I didn't think much of it until now."

"Hmm, if they were close enough to get sprayed by the blast, then they should have been able to see or know what caused it, and were probably fleeing the scene. They know something about this explosion, we need to find them and fast," the detective ordered. This wasn't the first time he had seen something like this, and he was determined to get to the bottom of it!

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The two guys entered their apartment, tracking brown prints on the rug as they walked about. Joe immediately went for a towel, wiping the brown stains of his hair and face, leaving the washing machine deal with his clothing. Max went straight to the bathroom to wash off all of the brown slime off his body, as Joe just plopped down on the couch, ignorant to the fact that he's staining it.

Joe turned the television on and flipped through the channels, searching something good to watch before finally finding a channel. After a bit a commercial came on about a popular game show. "Belly: Unpoppable!" Joe's eyes widened as he called for his partner.

"Max, come quick!" Joe cried loudly.

Max rushed in with only a towel wrapped around his waist, "What? What is it?"

Joe pointed to the screen where the commercial was playing.

A woman, of a rather thin figure, was chugging down gallons upon gallons of milk, filling her gut out to an incredible size. Joe and Max's eyes widened and their mouths dropped upon watching this.

"Think you pop this gut?" the woman asked, passing her hand over the curve of her orb, "I highly doubt it!" She gave a big hearty chuckle, her belly bouncing along. "I'm unpoppable! Don't believe me? Then try and see if you are able to pop my gigantic gut and win the grand prize!" The two men perched up, interested in what the grand prize was. "Of Ten Million Dollars!!" the commercial announced, cash raining down, covering the screen before the host popped up, "So come on down and see if you have what it takes to pop the unpoppable!" The commercial ended with a cartoon woman whose belly began growing; the title was shown on her large gut shortly before it comically exploded.

Joe and Max turned to each other with the same thought in their mind.

"Lets pop that belly!"

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The studio was buzzing with work, people walking back and forth carrying makeup cases and stage lights, preparing the stage for the next episode of Belly: Unpoppable! Joe and Max were sitting patiently by the make-up section, having work on them to make them presentable.

The two men were expecting to participate in gorging the gal to incredible sizes up until she explodes, but they were given a different task.

“So…” Max started, talking to Joe, “If we’re not going to pop the girl, what are we going to do?”

Joe shrugged, “I had entered us to be poppees and they accepted our entrée. I don’t know what happened.” The women working on the two men’s make-up giggled. “What’s so funny?”

“You two.” Answered a short, green haired chick, “You haven’t watched this much, have you?”

“No.” answered Joe, the girls responded again with giggles.

“Let me guess, you came only for the ten million dollar cash prize?” asked a long, purple haired one.

“Yeah.” Answered Max.

“Guys!” began the red headed one again, “No one has ever won the cash prize.”

Max and Joe looked at their make-up artist confused, “What?”

“Nope,” they answered.

“Well screw that!” said Joe, “We’ll be the first to win it!”

The make-up artists shrugged and answered, “Alright,” before finishing up.

Suddenly, the confident duo was approached by a blonde, multitasking, chief executive, talking into his ear piece and writing down in clipboard, followed by a young intern. After he finished scolding someone through the earpiece and tossed the clipboard, he looked at Joe and Max and responded with a puzzled glance.

“Who are these two?” he asked, “These aren’t the Popper Bros!”

“No, Mr. Layton, they quit,” answered the intern.

“God dammit, Mike!” yelled the executive, shaking his fists, “Why am I just hearing this now!”

“Well, they quit this morning.” Explained Mike, “But then we received an entrée from these two brothers and thought they would fill their position.”

“What position?” asked Max.

“I’ll get to you later,” snapped Mr. Layton, “And you, you didn’t think of passing this decision through me?”

“It had just happened only a few hours ago, sir” Mike said, “we are now readjusting the host’s script to the change.”

“Alright, well get out of here, make sure everything is ready for these two,” the executive ordered, “And bring me a latte.”

“Yes sir” the assistant left.

“Alright you two,” started Mr. Layton, turning to Joe and Max, “This is what you are going to do here. When the main contestants fill her up, you two will be called out into the stage and will get your chance fill her up some more. She, the girl you’ll be stuffing, then will give you the signal for when to stop and then she’ll act like she almost explodes and then the show is over and we pay you your worth and we head our separate ways.”

“Wait, almost?” asked Joe confused, “Aren’t we going to get a chance to pop her? And win the millions?”

“What?” Mr. Layton chuckled, “No, of course not! No one wants to see that! Come on, there’s a reason we’ve been going for 4 seasons, and let me tell you, it’s not because we keep blowing our star.” The executive left the two men, laughing at their ignorance.

The two men looked at each other. “How much are we getting paid?” asked one of them.

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“Hello Everyone, and Welcome to….

BELLY: UNPOPPABLE!!”

Joe and Max heard the intro from backstage as they got into their outfits, the theme song played as colorful lights flickered brightly, giving a spectacle to the applauding audience.

“And here’s the girl with the iron gut; Beverly Malcovich!!”

The theme song of a popular spy movie played as the host entered the stage, sliding down a rope that hanged in the center.

“I guess now we know why it's called Belly: Unpoppable,” commented Max unimpressed, Joe nodding in agreement. The two men were so bored, they began tuning out the show, thinking what a disappointment it was that they weren’t allowed to try their hands at popping the host. About how they were taunted into joining by some clever advertisement. About how two guys were previously hired to feed the host with the fake intention of popping her, only to pretend fail for 4 seasons straight. Maybe that’s why they quit.

The two were so lost in thought; they didn’t hear the contestants being called in as they entered the stage in their colorless jumpsuits, they didn’t hear the instructions given to them by a bodiless voice from the speakers, and they didn’t even hear the lip smacking, food chewing or stomach growling that came with such a ravenous force feeding. They had only awakened after the executive yelled at them to snap out of their trance.

“Don’t you two have ears? You’re up!” he barked.

Joe and Max jumped up, startled and dazed as they gathered their surroundings. “We’re on?”

“You’re supposed to be!” yelled the red-faced executive before he grabbed their hands and pushed them up onto stage.

“And there they are! The dreaded Popper Bros. Beverly’s newest rivals!” yelled the bodiless voice excitedly, gloomy fanfare playing as the villains of the show finally appeared, after being two minutes late. The audience responded with a resounding “Boo” as the two men walked into the stage.

Max raised his gloved hand, covering his face from the bright flashing lights, forgetting that he been dressed in some recognizable plumber outfits, referencing characters of Italian origin. As their eyes adjusted to the brightness, their eyes finally settled onto the grand spectacle that lay bare before them, towering high.

The host was laying there, center stage, sprawled on the comfy-looking chair, dressed in her black, spy-like leotard. Her face was covered in sauces and crumbs from a variety of tasty dishes that had been served to her. From her center, were her hand laid, her gut had expanded much larger than Joe and Max have ever seen before. Clearly this was the effect of stuffing oneself to brink of bursting multiple times for 4 seasons straight. The host didn’t even show a smidge of being uncomfortable, probably either from a good acting career or she’s probably already used to being in such a delicate state. The host signaled the two to come closer and start their act.

Joe and Max, shaken back into reality, walked towards the bloated host.

“Alright guys, you two know what to do, right?” she asked, Joe and Max nodded in response, “Great, now let’s give these people the show of a life time!” Joe and Max could only imagine how many times she must have repeated this to the last guys who were in their position.

So Joe and Max began feeding the host the final morsels that are supposed to be her undoing, with a frown on their face and maliciousness falsely painted into their eyes.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

The police detectives were stumped. They looked high and low for the two suspected suspects who were seen leaving the scene of the crime, but they seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth. Or moved out of town.

One of the cops decided it was time for his beak and headed for the break room. He poured himself a nice cup of Joe and sat down on the chairs their low budget could provide.

One of his coworkers had flipped on the TV to his favorite program, “Belly: Unpoppable”. The cop decided to watch it as well since his coworker had the remote. Suddenly the scene with the Popper Bros show and the cop’s eyes widened in surprise. The two men, it was them! The two men who were walking away from the scene of the crime when he drove by, they were right there on TV. The cop jumped from his seat and ran to his commanding officer, desperate to share with him this information.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

As the two guys continued to stuff the hosts face with more food, they realized what eminent effect it was having on the belly. Unknown to how full she had gotten, they hadn’t realized that Beverly’s belly had grown its last final inches before the strained gut, with all the pressure that had build up within her, had grown an angry red, groaning louder than ever, pleading the two men to stop feeding the host any more food.

Joe and Max looked at each amazed. All of the tale-tell signs of a belly that has reached its limit were present before them.

“Alright guys,” the host slurred out in between stifled burps and groans, “That’ enough… I can’t take any m-uuuuuurrrp-more…”.

Joe and Max looked on to the table to see a final cup of milk. Joe fetched and dangled it over the host, “Just one more,” he said with a mischievous grin. Beverly shook her head in response, keeping her mouth shut tight. “Max, help her.” Max smiled evilly and pried the host’s mouth open.

“What’s this?” the announcer commented, the whole scene broadcasted on the large screen hanging from the ceiling. All the executive and assistants asked around, wondering if this was part of the show.

Joe tipped the cup, seeing the milk reach the edge of the cup, ready to jump down to the awaiting maw and enter the tightly packed belly of the host. The milk was almost over the edge, one more millimeter and…

“FREEZE!”

Suddenly the whole area was flooded with cops, everyone panicked and screamed as men in blue busted down doors and fell from the ceiling, every one of them pointing their gun at the two men.

One of the cops quickly grabbed Max, another grabbed Joe, knocking the glass of milk out of his hand. The cup flew from his grip, past the host’s mouth and into the ground, shattering into pieces.

“Joe and Max,” began the commissioner, who probably learned their names when asking the secretary who what were the Popper Bros’ real names, “you’re under arrest for the suspected murder of Alicia Gardens.” The two guys were pushed away as the cops began reading them their rights.

As all the cops left and the situation calmed, everyone went back to their seats, confused and dazed by the whole mess.

Suddenly, Beverly shouted, “I’m AAAAAAAAAAAlright!”

The crowd cheered for another brilliant triumph by beautiful Beverly Malcovich.

It just goes to show you, her Belly truly is Unpoppable!