Despite having just ingested what amounted to quite a large meal for the teen, Miley was still not content. There was a little space left in her stomach, space that could be filled by the rather enticing box sitting at the bottom of her Chubblys container. I really shouldn't do it, but I did promise to eat everything, right?
Miley grabbed the box out from the bottom of the container and opened it. Inside was a perfectly square, and rather large, brownie. It looked innocent enough; on top were sprinkles and a bit of whipped cream that made the treat look fancier than it really was.
"Well, bottoms up!" Miley's belly gave a little gurgle as she took a bite of half the brownie.
What happened next could best be described as euphoric. The combination of sweet chocolate perfectly offset the salty taste from the burger. More than just that, Miley's taste buds were doing flips in her mouth. The explosion of perfectly manufactured dessert was just that, perfect.
She quickly finished off the rest of the treat, relishing in the taste.
Suddenly her belly gave a rather ominous growl.
"Ugh..." Miley's tummy shifted around a bit, trying to accommodate the new visitor to her system. There was sudden sharp pain that she hadn't noticed before, mostly because she was so caught up in eating. The after effects of her little binge were just starting, and considering the food she'd just eaten, it wasn't pretty.
"Oh god!"
Miley's entire digestive tract felt like it was on fire. Here stomach was like a boiler, compressing and reducing the Chubblys and discovering just what made their sauce so special. A pressure was building up inside of Miley, and it was not content to merely sit there.
At first she tried to placate it with some belches and burps.
"Urp." A little bit of rel- "Pffftttt."
Miley swore she had just heard what could be considered a fa-
Just then, her belly rumbled and roared, finally sending her gas from reserve to explode.
The unfortunate series of events that happened afterword could be thought of as "volcanic".
Miley's body was on a firesale. Fart after juicy fart escaped from her rear. She had positioned herself so her belly rested on the cushion of the couch, so to facilitate expulsion. The gas in the room grew exponentially, making the entire area smell like a toxic waste dump, and for all purposes, it was. The sauce had really kicked in, and it was really making Miley change her mind about Chubblys.
"How, oof, do they, ugh, expect, urp, me to think anything positive about their food when it, oh god, is ripping my insides apart!"
Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the onslaught stopped. Miley's belly finally settled into a weird tranquility after the chaos that had been prior. And weirder still, she actually felt hungry.
Miley's belly growled. "That's odd, I didn't think explosive gas lead to hunger." Yet sure enough, Miley's tummy required something more, and it was rather upset at being denied food at the immediate moment. "I sure hope I can get something more to eat!"
Sadly she couldn't. Despite stuffing herself with chips, to the point of starring to reach her previous state of stuffed, Miley still had a weird gnawing hunger for something more. It was at this vulnerable moment that Miley's phone rang.
"Hello?"
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