"Oh Sandy, I don't feel so good, that slider thing did a number on me" Said one of the high-pitched voices.
"I know right? And we didn't even eat them! Why did we even come here, or invite the rest of the girls for that matter? Where are they anyways Stacy?" the other responded.
"How should I know? They probably got held up in traffic or something."
"It's been two hours Stacy..."
"Really bad traffic?" Sandy responded.
This was not good. Karen's newly bloated body was hiding snugly in a stall and two cheerleaders were now in the same room. But if she stayed quiet, then she might be able to wait them out and PFFFFTTTT
"Oh no." Karen muttered to herself.
"What in the heck was that?!" The two cheerleaders yelped simultaneously. The odor emanating from Karen's ass was swiftly becoming rancid.
"Oh my god, that is terrible, did you fart Stacy?" Sandy asked accusingly.
"No! I don't fart! I don't even poop!" Stacy responded, a bit unrealistically defensive.
"Well it sure as heck wasn't me...maybe it was like a busted pipe or--" PFFFTTTTTTTTT Karen's ass blasted once again, this time even louder. This was most certainly not a pipe. "Stacy, someone else is in here, you don't think it's..."
"An alligator? I heard stories about them coming out of toilets..." Stacy piped in.
Even Sandy had to pause at the stupidity. "No, I think it might be that waitress from before, I mean, nobody else is here. Hey fattie! Where are you?"
This was a bad situation for Karen. Her hiding had proven fruitless, but she couldn't let them see her now, she was a tub of lard and they would never let her hear the end of it. But they might just force the issue anyways, so maybe she should just reveal herself on her own terms. Oh well, might as well Karen thought to herself to before unlatching her stall door and waddling out. "Here I am." Karen muttered looking down at her feet.
"Oh. My. God. You got soooo fat. What the heck happened to you? I mean, you were a chubster before, but you are downright blobby now." Sandy exclaimed.
"I don't know. I don't know how this happened. I looked like you guys just this morning." Karen responded.
"Sandy! Does that mean she's our clone?"
"Shut up Stacy. Please. And sure ya did tubby. Well, whatever the heck happened, and it is freaking me out. Would you please keep your gas to yourself please? It's nasty, and I don't like it. Go see a doctor or something. Okay, come on Stacy, let's get out of here before lardo suffocates us." As Sandy walked over to the door there was an audible click. Sandy paused for a moment then walked up to the door and pulled on the handle. It didn't budge.
"Come on Sandy, I thought you worked out." Stacy teased.
"It's not me, the door is stuck or something."
Just then a voice came from the other side of the door. "It's locked actually."
"What? Who are you? Why'd you lock it?"
"I'm Lily, I'm the owner here and there has to be a quarantine here. I'm sorry, the proper authorities should be here soon enough. Good luck."
As Lily's footsteps faded away, the three girls in the bathroom looked at each other. "What's a quarantine?" Stacy asked.
"It means that we're locked in here because of some sort of chemical thing." Karen offered.
"Yeah, listen to smartypants. Ugh this is terrible, I have shows to watch tonight. Stacy, call someone." Sandy demanded.
"I left my phone in the car, remember? To keep it safe."
"Right. Okay I'll do it," Sandy took out her phone "Oh crap, my battery is basically dead, stupid charger. Whatever I can still call the girls."
"Why not the police?" Karen asked as Sandy held the ringing phone up to her ear.
"Know your place, fatass....Oh hey, girl! Listen, we're like stuck in the bathroom here at the meat place, long story don't ask. Anyways can you and the girls come here and grab us...yeah, I'm here with Stacy. What's that? Hello? Hello?....dammit, phone died. Oh well they should be coming." Sandy sighed as she put her phone back in her purse.
"Well, what do we do now?" Stacy asked.
"I don't know, maybe fattie might know something more about this quarantine thing." Sandy turned suspiciously to Karen.
"Look, I don't know, I had some bad meat earlier, but nothing can do anything like this, I mean this must be some voodoo shit or something, I just...oh...oh god." Karen doubled over as her rambling was interupted by the worst stomach pain she's ever had. She clutched at her bloated gut and moaned.
"Uhh, what's wrong with her?" Stacy looked at Karen then at Sandy
"Maybe she's hungry"
PPPFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT PPPFFTTTTTT PPFFFTTTTTT
A series of loud wet farts escaped from Karen's jiggling ass as she moaned more. "Oh god, it hurts!" Karen yelped. Both cheerleaders, gasped then covered their noses.
"What the fuck is going on? Oh that is so nasty! What the fuck!" Sandy was shrieking.
PPFFFFFTTTTTT PPPFFFTTTT PPFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT
The blasts were not stopping and Karen was crying from the pressure of the constant eruptions. Sandy was backing away towards the wall when Stacy grabbed her purse and ran over to Karen. "Stacy! What are you doing?"
"We should plug it up, maybe it'll stop then!" Before Sandy could point out how incredibly idiotic an idea that was Stacy ran behind and swung back her arms ready to plug when another round of massive farts sprayed out of Karen's ass hitting her squarely in the everything. Stacy stumbled backwards in a dae and slumped against the wall as Sandy's purse fell to the ground. Sandy ran over to her and tried to help her up, but Stacy could only mutter slightly as she stared straight ahead as Karen's ass which let loose again, this time hitting Sandy as she looked around at her. Her vision blurred and she backed away out of the path of it just a little ways over from Stacy. They sat there like that for a few minutes before Karen's gas finally abated.
Karen slumped to the ground and sobbed. She was grateful for the relief, but she would never live this down. She lay down for a minute before she rolled over and looked at the two stunned cheerleaders. They were just coming to there senses.
"Ugh, Sandy, I don't feel so go-UURRP-ood right now"
"Erg, you're telling me, this is awf-UURRPP"
Karen had a sneaking suspicion somewhere in her head of what was about to happen.
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