Busting pipes.

Nothing you do seems to budge you forward or backwards, your fatty middle creating a tight ring of flab around the opening tighter then a cork in a bottle. Except this cork is growing tighter by the moment, the cracking wall a testiment to the ocean of flab now covering your body. Fortunatly this give you an idea. If you can't budge yourself, maybe you can make the opening a bit bigger. Quickly you begin sucking in air, forcing all of it down into your stomach and pushing it outwards as hard as you can. You middle swells, adding to the already terrific pressure your flab is creating. If fights back as it grows, but you hold it, trying to suck in even more air to make youself as big as possible. There is a terrific 'CRACK' and stone crumbles around you as the pipe bursts and expands. You feel the pressure around you lesson.

You quickly breath out, letting all the air woosh from your lungs and stomach, all the while sucking your gut inward. You can't help but feel like a deflating balloon as your stomach begins to sag, but you have no time to dwell on it, pulling yourself forward before you can grow to fill the slack you've managed to create. You feel your sides brush the pipe once more as it tries to trap you again, but then gravity takes hold and you roll out of the pipe, tumbling over onto your back where you stomach settles on top of you like a mountain of jello. You take a few breaths, watching your chest rise and... rise some more as you expand. By now you're look like a furry sumo wrestler who long passed into a weight class all his own. You roll onto you gut and rise to your feet, turning to the pot of gold. At least you made it in time, finally you can get yourself back to normal. You peer over the rim of the pot to find...

Written by Spots

Coins, obviously.

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