Why?

"What's so important in there?" you ask as you continue pushing on her fat rear.

"I smell food in here," she replies. "Lots of it. I want it."

"Hrrnnnnnnnnnggg... Don't you think that... Urrrrrrrrgh... You've had enough to eat, though?" you say, poking her in the gut for emphasis.

"Hmmph! How rude!" she says, as her back arches, her tail straightens and her legs tense in indignation.

"Well, you're stuck pretty good... It's hard enough trying to push your fat gut through as it is..." You normally wouldn't be so rude, but you don't quite appreciate how confrontational she's being.

"What?! You apologize THIS INSTANT!"

"You know I don't have to do this. I could just leave you here."

Just then, she farts, right in your face. You are stunned. "Oh... Oh dear," she says, embarrassed. "I... I didn't mean to do that... I'm... I'm sorry..."

"I'm out of here. Good luck, fatass," you say as you turn and begin to walk away.

"Wait! Don't go!" she yells.

You pause, and...

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