Tricia scanned all over the remote looking for tempting options, but one caught her eye. "Fart" was printed on the button and directly right of it read "Quality". "I think that means I'll just fart every press but I'm not sure about "quality". Let's give it a shot," Trisha says carefully pushing the "quality" button. Then she pressed fart, only to hear a louder and smellier fart.
"I think I found what it means now," Tricia says giggling at it. She pressed the quality button a few more times and then pressed fart once more. The fart sounded as loud as a bursting balloon and smelled even worse than before.
Nearly gagging, she says,"Ok I think that's good enough, but one more couldn't hurt. Better turn the volume way down though." She adjusted a knob then started to press both the quality and fart button. She looked down then turned pale. The buttons didn't go up.
"Not again," she whimpers as gas was being expelled from her ass. The smell started to get even worse and the air thicker. Tricia could barely breathe and started to dribble from her mouth. A brownish haze started to form around her which started get warmer. She was sweating like crazy and vomit started come out of her mouth.
"Need... air... need... remote..." Tricia tries saying through the vomit and smell. The gas was starting to get thicker and thicker, barely showing anything in the distance. But she could barely make out the remote. She waddles over there blocking her eyes and nose, but to no success. She hunched over to vomit all over and the smell was indescribable, something so putrid and toxic. She weakly gets to her knees and crawls over. The remote was just in her grasp and she nabs as quick as possible. She tries to find any button that could help her, but couldn't find it. She hit the button that said "Air to mass". She pressed it out of panic. Suddenly she could feel the air getting thinner. Her ass suddenly just stopped flapping from the farts. But then noticed something. Her body starts growing fatter and fatter. When the air was back to it's original state, Tricia had already turned into a massive pile of fatty flesh. She clung on tightly to the remote not wanting to drop it.
"I think that's enough for right now," Tricia says jiggling her near 1,000 pound body.