Soon Pumbaa was a tight ball with five bumps around it where his limbs had been. His eyes shut tightly and he could feel his face beginning to take air along with his jaw. Timon's cheeks began to expand. His nose took air, rounding out and closing up the nostrils. He gasped for air, but it did no good. His ears too began to tighten and puff. He could feel his head swelling, the eyes trying to bulge out to gain freedom as veins stretched across the balls. Pumbaa was over three feet wide when his head began to sink inside the ball. The gasses churned and bubbled, looking for any possible outlet and empty space to stretch too. His remaining tail stub quivered like a bobble head as he tried to pass the gas, but it could do more than cause said disturbance
But he did not stop there. Soon he was four feet, five, six, nearly seven feet in diameter as his body creaked and moaned from within. Timon was catching up, a four foot blimp that hardly resembled what he had been moments earlier, even when so bloated with chili. His tail stretched out and spasmed, rolling back inside, and then back out like a party whistle. His eyes continued to balloon, stretching out of the sockets, as did Pumbaa's, the veins covering them like a network of red spaghetti. The eyes began to tremble as they swelled rapidly. More and more they shook, and Pumbaa was worried they might-SPLAT. Too late. Blood oozed form the empty sockets, but even the new opening was not enough to let the gas free. The wart hog's head sunk even deep into the body until he was no more than a giant brown ball. Timon looked like goofy insect from his bulging eyes. His tail stuck out again, but did not roll up. It went taught and trembled. Moments later it began to elongate, filling out in the middle, more and more until it was as round as the rest of his body. Darkness surrounded him as his head sunk deeper and deeper Had his face not been so swollen, he would have asked Pumbaa if he had given up yet. Before the thought could cross his mind, he heard a loud creaking, like someone rubbing a wet finger over a large balloon.
It grew louder and more intense, and then suddenly there was a deafening bang that uprooted all of the grass and trees. Timon was blown over twenty feet away and was covered in dirt from where he had just been. He thought he knew what had happened, but there was nothing he could do but panic. His own body stretched out to over six feet, the back stripes were so thing they were almost invisible by then. The tail caught up, appearing about two thirds of his torso. He felt like his flesh was beginning to tear. He bit his lip and squeezed, doing his best to blow out anything he could. The ears kept expanding until they were huge blimps sticking out of the ball. He felt a sudden tightness, a surge of gas, and then BANG!. The ears were no more. His body groaned and protested. His flesh felt so thin that it may as well have been see through. BAM!! He could not see, but his tail too was no more. Moments later what remained of his body looked like an over heated molecule, bouncing and trembling around.
"Hakuna Matata? Did I win?" PopopopoPOBAM!!!!!! Anything that had remained of the landscape was no more than disturbed dirt as the meerkat blew. Bits of blood and strips of undescernable flesh coated the ground for over one hundred feet.
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