Ah, I know! Stinky thought as she snapped her fingers. Sam! Of course I gotta show Sam! He'll think this is so cool! And with that, Stinky quickly dashed her way to where she thought Sam would be, with the occasional fart added to the sound of her footsteps.
BRRRrrp!
Brapt!
Brafffftt!
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Time: 7:29 AM
Stinky had made it to Sam's house after a few minutes of sprinting, which was easier than she thought it would be, likely as a result of her lighter weight. She walked up to the front door and gave a knock.
"Saaaaam!" Stinky shouted. "Come here, ya gotta see this!"
After her yelling, Stinky heard some footsteps coming closer to the door, so she took a small step back as the door creaked open slowly. The one who opened the door was Samuel Rosio, Stinky's best friend. He was rubbing his eyes with his free hand while he used the other to hold the door open - he was still in his pajamas.
"Ughhh, Stinky, come on..." Sam groaned. "It's so early..."
"I know, but shut up and open your eyes for a sec!" Stinky exclaimed as she held her arms out as if she were making a grand entrance.
Sam opened one of his eyes slightly, then both immediately shot open after he saw Stinky's new round figure. "W-Whoa!" Sam stammered as he flinched from surprise. "Stinky, what... what happened?"
"Get this!" Stinky said with an eager, toothy grin. "I got supercharged farts now!" Almost as if on cue, Stinky had blasted another bout of flatulence as soon as she had finished her statement.
BRRRRRAAAAAPPPP!
Sam flinched again. He was used to Stinky farting pretty often, but even he could feel like her gas was stronger just one that one blast. He couldn't put his finger on why, partially due to him still waking up. "U-Uh... I see..." Sam said with a nervous smile.
"Isn't this cool?!" Stinky said with yet another fart.
BRR-BRRRP!
Sam pinched his nose closed. "Ugh, Stinky, not so much in the morning, alright?"
Stinky giggled, "Heehee, sorry! But, seriously, is this awesome or what?"
"Y-Yeah, I can tell you're really excited about it..." Sam replied, as his gaze slowly shifted from Stinky's face to her expanded stomach. "Uhm... so, are you... fat now, or just really bloated?"
"Oh, totally bloated!" Stinky assured. "I'm like a walking fart balloon!"
BRRRRAAAAPPPHHT!
"A-Are you... farting more than usual this morning?" Sam asked.
Stinky nodded, "Yeah, isn't that obvious? Whatever I drank earlier gave me some wicked gas! Only thing is, I don't have as much control over it as I usually do--"
"Wait, you drank something? What did you drink?" Sam questioned in a slightly concerned tone.
"Oh, this," Stinky said as she showed Sam the now-empty bottle that was still in her hand.
"...What is it?" Sam said, confused.
Stinky shrugged. "I dunno - found it on the ground when I was walking this morning. Next thing I knew I started--"
BRRAAAAAAAPP!
Stinky then pointed behind her with her thumb. "Yeah, that! I started feeling some build-up in my stomach, and next thing I knew, I got this big gut and started farting a lot more!"
Sam's face grew more worried. "Uh, Stinky... w-why did you drink it if you don't know what it is? That stuff could be... bad for you."
Stinky raised an eyebrow. "Uh, what?" she replied. "Sam, come on, don't be such a worrywart - look at me, I'm fine! I feel awesome! My farts pack more of a punch, I feel lighter, whatever this stuff is doing wonders for me!"
"Did you say you feel lighter?" Sam replied.
"Yeah. Dude, seriously, you still half-asleep or something?"
"No, it's not that, it's just... This is kind of a lot to take in, is all," Sam clarified. "Hey, what does that bottle say? Does it show any side effects?"
Stinky paused, and her smile slowly shrank in realization. "Uhhhh...." she said aloud as she slowly starting looking at the bottle in her hand, only to find that there was no label whatsoever.
"...I don't actually know," she said with a nervous smile.
"You don't know? Wait, you saying there's no label?" Sam answered in a worried tone.
"Yeah, but, come on man, look at me - I'm just gassier than normal, that's not a big deal, is it?"
BRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrr....
"Stinky, you've been farting almost nonstop since you got here," Sam said sternly. "You're gassy, but... not that gassy." He put his hands up against his cheeks. "We, uh, should try and find somebody who knows about whatever that is, they could tell us something."
Stinky gave him a confused look. "What for?"
"What for...?" Sam repeated. "Stinky, I... I know this is something you're really enjoying, but you can't just drink random stuff off the ground. Especially not when it does weird stuff like this to you!"
Stinky put her hands up and said, "Hey, hey, easy Sam - you're getting kinda worked up."
"I... I don't think you're worked up enough," Sam answered quietly.
There was an awkward pause between the two of them, only broken by some more of Stinky breaking wind.
BRAAPP!
Sam waved his hand in front of his face as Stinky said, "Huh. I thought you'd find this cool... this is kind of a bummer."
Sam stopped waving his hand and replied, "I'm... I'm sorry, Stinky. Really. Whatever is happening to you clearly has you excited, and I don't wanna be the one to ruin that for you... but, what if this only gets worse?"
"Worse? How could it get worse?" Stinky said with a dismissive chuckle.
Sam put his arms behind his head as he said, "Ugh, I dunno... like, what if you get even bigger, or something?"
"Would that be so bad?"
"It could be..."
Stinky let out a heavy, disappointed sigh alongside yet another fart.
BRRR-BRRRaaaaa...
"Ugh, seriously Stinky, that's really starting to reek," Sam said with a cough. "Can't you hold it in a little bit?"
"N-Not yet... it's uh, a little much, even for me, but I'm sure I'll get the hang of it!" She said, reassuringly.
Sam usually had little-to-know problem with Stinky's gas, likely due to how long the two have known each other. He had simply gotten used to it. This morning, however, Sam was clearly more bothered by it then he otherwise would be. Stinky wasn't quite sure if it was just because Sam wasn't ready for her farting so early in the morning, or perhaps that her farts smelled just as different as they started to sound.
It began to set in that Sam was bringing up some decent points. Yeah, I guess I shoulda thought that through more, she thought. I mean, what good are superfarts if I can't even do it whenever I want? Her train of thought shifted somewhat. Maybe Sam's onto something. Honestly, I still think he's being kinda weird about it, but... it's just because he cares. He's usually got pretty good hunches for this sorta thing. Maybe if I tell him I agree, that'll calm him down.
"Uhhh, Sam?" Stinky said. Sam looked at her. "Soooo, clearly we don't know what the deal with my butt is right now... would ya like to find out? See if maybe you're freaking out over nothing?"
Sam stood in the door-frame silently for a moment before he gave a soft smile. "Y-Yeah... Yeah, that sounds like a great idea! I say we do some looking around, see if we can get to the bottom of this. I'll feel a lot better once we know for sure that this stuff isn't doing anything too dangerous to you."
Stinky smirked back at Sam. Knew it, she said to herself.
"Hold on, I'm gonna go get dressed - then you take me back to where you found this weird bottle. Maybe we'll find something else that'll give us a clue."
Stinky nodded. "OK, sure. I'll uh, fart around out here."
BRRAAAAaaaaaaapp!
Sam nodded, then closed his door. Stinky stood out front as she waited for him. When came out, fully dressed, he understandably wanted to take the front. The two made their way back to where Stinky first found the bottle.
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Time: 7:58 AM
Once the two made it back to the same sidewalk Stinky was walking on, she pointed out the general area where she found the bottle. Sam went towards where Stinky pointed and squatted down.
"Hmm... alright, let's see what we can find here..."
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