Stinky looked down to see that her stomach was noticeably bloated, even though she had just ripped a huge fart a few seconds ago. Not only that, she could feel her stomach still continuing to expand even further. Stinky's eyebrows raised, and she started to wonder aloud, "What the? I don't remember being this--"
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPHHHHTT!
"...gassy," she finished. Even still, her stomach continued to swell, and she felt her flatulence continue to build.
"OK, this is definitely more than a little extra kick," she said with a slightly nervous smile. What followed was a few more seconds of her body expanding and gas building up, with the accompanying fart to punctuate the odd transformation Stinky was going through.
BRRrrrrtt!
Frrrrrttt!
BRAAAAAP!
After a few more awkward, somewhat uncomfortable seconds, Stinky stood there on the sidewalk, empty bottle in hand, bloated like a blimp. Her torso had stretched out into a very round shape, making her look similar to a ball or a balloon. Stranger yet, after she had finished swelling, Stinky noticed her stomach settle considerably, and start to feel less uncomfortable as a result.
"Huh... OK, well... I feel better, at least," she said to herself. "Geez, I've had some bad gas before, but this is pretty--"
BRAAAAAAAPPP!
"...Pretty bad." That was twice now that Stinky had interrupted herself with her own farts. It was clear to her that whatever she drank made her stomach act up more than usual. Stinky herself was actually pretty good at being able to control her gas, at least for the most part, so for her to not be able to finish her sentence without letting one rip was not something she was used to.
She stood there quietly for a few seconds, taking in what had happened to her. OK, she thought, this is definitely NOT normal - whatever this stuff is, it definitely NOT lukewarm soda. Whatever this did made me huge! And gassier than I already am! ...Although, come to think of it... Stinky began to smirk. This might not be TOO bad, she continued. I mean, I don't really see what's wrong with some supercharged farts. Whatever this stuff is packs a punch! Stinky poked her butt out some and pushed out another fart.
BRRRAAPPHHT!
These outbursts of hers were stronger than her normal ones - there was a little extra force to them, and the noise was amplified. This made Stinky's smirk grow wider.
"Hell yeah!" she exclaimed. She pulled the bottle up to her face and added, "Dang, I love this stuff!" Stinky quickly became more excited than she was put-off by her newfound powers, and her mind started to race.
Maybe this means I can bust open walls or knock people on their butts! Or better yet, maybe if I REALLY push, I can make myself fly! Stinky put her free hand on her stomach. I DO feel kinda lighter, after all. Just then, a thought occurred to her.
Ooooo, I TOTALLY have to show somebody! I gotta see their reactions to this! Who should I go tell first?
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