Liz happily takes both drinks.  Downing the white one, she then sips gratefully on the mead.  It's taste is sweet yet has the slight burn of alcohol.  It warms her inside, and the sensation it produces makes her not notice the feeling of pressure building once more.  At least not at first.  But soon there's no way to ignore it.  She moans lightly and rubs at her belly with both hands as it starts to swell.<br/><br/>It's almost like watching a balloon inflate.  The bulge starts to round slightly, then more and more as it fills.  Liz gasps for breath as the thing inside her starts to press in against her lungs.  Then the growing slows, then stops, leaving the girl floating there in the water, looking like she's swallowed a basketball.