On a fine day in her mansion, Malinda Mink planned to hold a party for the wealthiest people in the land. She ordered her butlers and servants to provide the finest food, drinks, and most decorative decorations money could buy. She called Reeves, her most trusted butler, to oversee the process. "Everything MUST be perfect, Reeves. My reputation demands it!" Malinda said to him while looking into her handheld powder mirror, powdering her face.

"Of course madame" said Reeves calmly. "I have hired several servants to help out with the preparations, under the ruse of getting paid" Several servants were working to prepare for the party in the adjacent ballroom. One of the new servants, Jerry was called into the room Malinda and Reeves were in.

"Jerry! set up the champagne table and make it snappy!" She shouted as she snapped her fingers repeatedly.

Jerry was sweating in fear. "Uh...well...you see...I kinda...forgot to order the champagne...earlier." He said as he smiled sheepishly.

“Excusez-moi?” Malinda snobbishly blurted. "You mean to tell me that you FORGOT to get the finest champagne IN THE WORLD!? Do you realize how humiliated I'll be in front of my peers WITHOUT THE WORLD'S FINEST CHAMPANGE!?

Jerry tried defending himself. "Well it was just such short notice and..."

"Not to worry Madame." said Reeves. "I ordered a backup bottle of the finest champagne ahead of time." He placed the bottle inside of an ice bucket made of 24 karat gold on a silver mini table. "Ah...Reeves you never disappoint." Said Malinda pleasantly. "Unlike SOME clueless dolts who couldn't even do a job right at a petty burger joint! UGH!" She exclaimed in disgust at Jerry as she walked away from him. With her back turned to him, she also said. "FYI you're fired, and you can forget about ever finding another job as a servant ever again since you'll be blacklisted. BRONSAN! Take him away." Bronson, her bodyguard, escorted a distraught Jerry to the front door.

"And before serving this to my guests, its only fitting that I be the first to taste it. "boasted Malinda. "Allow me madame" Said Reeves as he popped the cork and poured some champagne into a priceless flute glass. It bubbled and fizzed in her glass. Neither of them bothered to check the label on the bottle, that in fact it wasn't a legit form of champagne, but rather a cheap knockoff from a certain animation company. She took a sip of her exquisite beverage. "Mmm...the finest champagne money can buy...tastes a little odd though". She took another sip followed by a satisfying "Ahh..."and said to herself "I only wish my sister were here to enjoy this with me, but I can't be seen with the common folk she hangs around with...peasants..."

Just then she felt a buildup of gas inside her stomach. It gurgled and growled. "Ugh...I can't let my public hear my stomach growling..." She said to herself as she rubbed her tummy. Suddenly she could see her abdomen extend a bit. It kept growing, stretching through her expensive purple dress until her naval was showing. She looked down in shock and disgust at her ballooned abdomen and exclaimed angrily "What the hell!? Reeves! Call my attorneys! I am suing that champagne company for every cent its worth if this ruins my favorite dress!"

What do you think? Will her belly get bigger? Will she sue or not?

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