Sarah hovered over close to her daughter's belly, and ran her hands along it. It hadn't gotten toher own size yet, but it was close... she could barely wrap her arms around it now. Sarah couldhear everything inside her little girl's gut... the grumbling, the growling, the sounds that bouncedoff those taut walls of skin and made it seem much louder than it was. The bubbling, thegroaning, the sound of tightening rubber... Sarah couldn't get enough of it. It was like a drug... adrug she was sharing with her little one.Mmm... well, I'm enjoying it... you can listen to my belly if you want...Having nothing else to do (and no good reason not to), her daughter put her hands on hermother's stomach. She could feel every vibration, every tingling, every dull throb... the throb ofher mother's heartbeat. It matched her own. She blushed in spite of herself, and ran her handsalong the surface, feeling every curve and every little bump. At one point, she slipped a fingerinto the cave that was her mother's belly button... it was nice and warm in there.For about a half hour, mother and daughter simply felt each other's ballooning bellies up, fartingaway like there was no tomorrow, and instilling their smell into pretty much every nook andcranny of the living room. They mostly stayed on the ceiling, but sometimes they would try andstick themselves to the couches below, but it would never last long.Sarah's daughter grew worried about her clothes, but she insisted that they wouldn't tear: herown clothes managed to stay on just fine. Her daughter muttered something that was drownedout completely by her next booming, skull-rattling fart. Sarah, just a short time afterwards, letone out of her own.Their bellies were starting to deflate. The party was almost over.