Worst case of gas in history . . .

You take a large swig of the compound. Fred is right, it does taste like Sprite. You can feel the stuff flow down your throat and into your stomach. You wait ... but nothing happens. Nothing at all. "I guess that's why it's inconclusive", you say glumly. You turn and waddle out of the lab and back to the door. "Let's look elsewhere." You push yourself into the doorway, and your hips once again stick as you try to fit through. "You'd think they could have wider doors" you grunt. Fred assists by pushing from behind. Something feels different, though. Your stomach feels more sensative, and the pressure around it seems to be causing a tightness inside of you. Suddenly, you pop free and land on your belly. At the same time, you let out a loud belch, and the tightness is gone. Just gas, you think. Suddenly something happens. You feel a little heavier, and you visibly see yourself gain a few inches around the waist. What the ... ?, you think as you lie on your stomach. The tight feeling is starting to return, and another small belch escapes you. Once again you put on a few pounds. You quickly scramble to your feet. Luckily, you haven't exppanded to much to encumber yourself once more. The compound must have done this, you think. It seems that pressure against your stomach causes you to build up gas, and when you belch to release it, you put on weight. If you belch too much, you could become a furry, immobile blimp in a matter of hours!

This is not your day ...

Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)

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