As Mikey interacts with the other children you feel the strange and unsettling sensation of pressing all around him and his environment. Eventually he settles down on his own with a set of blocks and begins building with them. As he plays you can feel the warmth of hear the ominous rumbling of a body at work. Every whining gurgle reminds you of whats going on inside Mikey and what fate is in store for your new form. As if rubbing it in Mikey pauses face contorted in concentration and lets rip a long squeaky fart. The butt noise is barely audible to the outside but in your position the toot is deafening but whats worse is the stench. You might not have a nose but somehow you can still smell the rotten gas. Mikey giggles at his accomplishment and for a moment you wonder if he somehow he knows whats going on?
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