make a story where a super pregnant woman overeats so much, she thinks her belly is going to burst. then she does a back bend and feels like her belly is near popping. then she starts to feel a gas bubble building up but can't fart because she is bent too

Once upon a time in the quaint village of Willowdale, there lived a woman named Clara. She was known far and wide not only for her gentle spirit but also for her remarkable condition—Clara was super pregnant, expecting quadruplets. Her belly had grown round and large, a beautiful testament to the life she was nurturing inside her. One balmy afternoon, Clara decided to indulge herself with a feast. The village fair was in full swing, and the air was rich with the delicious aromas of roasted meats, sweet pastries, and freshly baked bread. Unable to resist, she filled her plate over and over, tasting each dish with abandon. She laughed and enjoyed her time, oblivious to how much she was truly consuming. As she devoured one last slice of cheesecake, she leaned back in her chair, letting out a satisfied sigh. “I could eat like this forever!” she chuckled, but as she did, a sense of discomfort washed over her. Her belly felt incredibly tight, as if it were stretching beyond its capacity. Clara decided to stretch it out—a little backbend might do the trick. She carefully positioned herself, bending backward, her hands resting on the floor. But as she did, an alarming realization hit her; the pressure in her belly was growing intense. A tightness surged through her, making her think her belly might just burst. Startled, she uprighted herself, but it was too late—the gas bubble that had been building up had to escape. Bending down made it impossible to release the pressure, and as she felt the gas shift within her, she cradled her belly, a pained expression crossing her face. It felt as though her stomach was stretching to its limits, like a balloon filled beyond its intended size. She gasped, feeling the stitches of her skin pulling taut. Suddenly, a contraction hit her, sharp and relentless. Time seemed to slow down as she focused on breathing, but the pain intensified, and her heart raced. Desperation took hold as she sought relief, but with every movement she made, the fullness in her belly only grew more pronounced. Clara's vision blurred, and the room spun wildly around her. The dual forces of the gas and the contraction became too much. She struggled for breath, panic rising within her. With one final gasp, Clara felt herself slipping into darkness, the world fading away as she lost consciousness. As she fell to the ground, the village fair continued around her, blissfully unaware of the extraordinary struggle taking place just a few steps away. And in the moments that followed, Clara's strength and resolve would be tested like never before, for within her lay not just the burdens of an overwhelming pregnancy but the promise of new life waiting to be born.