Stop? I thought it was pop.

Apparently you didn't know how to stop. Then it happened, she burst. Cum and organs exploded from Sarah's stomach, leaving a pinkish stain where her house was. You froze, discovering the horrible truth. You blew up your best friend. As she laid there, dead as a doornail, you saw a letter with your name on it that said if she burst, she was to be taken home with you, as a fuck doll. Wishing to honor your friends last request, you both went home, and made love to your dead friend.