PSSSHHHHH!!!
“Haah… haah…”
“Hah… hah… ugh…”
Air pours in through the hoses, and the members’ bellies slowly swell.
“What the hell was that race today?!”
The swim club coach’s roar echoes across the pool.
A race with prize money on the line.
Beaten by a touch, all from one split second of slack.
“Today’s a conditioning session!! Double the usual load!!”
PSSSHHHHH!!!
Lined up along the poolside, the members’ figures creep closer to those of pregnant women.
“Ghhkkk—!!”
“Nnnghhh—!! Blaaghh!!”
The beginner class, still unused to the training, groans and retches in agony.
The advanced class can only clutch their bellies and endure in silence.
Until the coach’s rage burns itself out, their bellies keep on swelling.
