The moment one lady opens the restroom door with a satisfied look, Katlyn aims and shoots her. Before she can even exit, her eyes grow wide and she immediately shuts the door again. The woman in the front of the line shouts out "Oh come on!" angrily, and Katlyn tries and fails to cover up her giggles. That one was a bit mild with little to no consequences on the victim's part, but Katlyn thinks she'd prefer to try something a little more mischievous. With the line now backed up, there was plenty of time for her to shoot...
Actually, she was curious. What was happening in there? The lady in front was obviously getting flustered, no doubt needing to go really badly. Maybe she could help her with that...no, not now. She walked up closer to hear what was happening, and as she did the door opened again, the woman with a far more satisfied face. Without thinking, Katlyn shot her again, resulting in the woman begining to exit, her face freezing in pain and confusion, and then shutting herself back in again. "What the fuck?!" The lady in the front screamed, clearly just as confused. This time, Katlyn could clearly hear what was happening in the stall, and no doubt could anyone nearby. A loud series of farts rang through the field, making the lady in front calm down a bit; no doubt feeling she's glad she isn't the woman in there. Katlyn tilted her head in contemplation. The ray didn't usually cause gas, so why did it in this case? Was it cause she hit her twice? Katlyn didn't have much time for such thoughts, though, as the lady opened the door, satisfied look replaced with an ill one, and even a little...did she seem bigger? Katlyn was pretty sure the lady wasn't so chubby, but she didn't know. Once again, curious, she shot the lady once more. An unsurprised look of dread adorned her now very pale face, looking so horrible and sick that the lady in front was no longer angry, just concerned.
"Woah, hey, you alright there?" She asked. The lady responded with dull groan as she collapsed onto the side of the doorway, hunched over and holding her stomach. Suddenly, a 10-second long foghorn-esque fart ripped out of her violently as she shut her eyes in pain. Everyone cringed backwards, all with looks of pity and concern over their face, including Katlyn. She looked on with horror. Was three shots too much? Did she just make this lady sick? Was she dying?
"I'm sorry, I...*groan*" The lady practically collapsed, only being saved as the front lady caught her and...did she expand? No, she definitely did. The lovely blue sundress that had fit her perfectly earlier was now more than a little too tight. Upon walking closer, Katlyn could hear loud, ominous gurgles rack through her stomach before she tensed and released a 8-second chainsaw buzz. The lady holding her cringed in disgust, but held her all the same until ominous gurgles of her own sounded, reminding her of why she was there.
"Ugh...could someone help her while I go?" She shouted, grabbing her own stomach in pain.
"I'll help." Katlyn volunteered, moving forward to take the lady from the other lady, putting her arm over her shoulder just as the other lady locked herself in the bathroom. She might as well help her, given that she was the cause of her current (and possibly permanent) situation. The girl (she now realized was probably no more than 18) could barely stand, so she was leaning heavily on Katlyn, and given her new girth (which she had no doubt she caused), it made moving rather difficult. The once thin girl was now borderline fat, and it was all her fault. Katlyn bite her lip in guilt.
"Alright, let's get you somewhere a bit less crowded."
"Th-thank you. I'm sorry you have to...*groan* PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFffffffffffbt...oh god...have to deal with that." The girl stated, her whispered voice barely making it over the loud obnoxious groaning and gurgling of her stomach. It seems, Katlyn realized, that the gun forces people to release their bowels as well as actually making poop appear in someone's body but through natural means. She guessed that if it hit someone who had empty bowels, then the stuff that makes more poop just ends up making gas. Since she hit her three times, it looked like the stuff that was supposed to become poop instead became fat, and the rest of her body was in a constant state of producing gas. Katlyn frowned. She didn't know how she knew that, but now that she thought it she was sure it was true. If that's the case, then she might've fucked her up permanently. She had to try and fix this.
"Oh, it's no problem. Let's go see if we can't get you something to help with that tummy ache, okay?"
"That sounds...*groan* PFFFFFFFFfffffFFFFFFFFFffffffffbt...*sigh* nice. God this is humiliating."
"I know, but just bare with me."
"Thanks again, umm..."
"Katlyn"
"Oh. Hi, I'm Daisy. That's a bit of an ironic name right now, isn't it?"
"Haha, a little."