Tricia rubbed her now enormous belly as she looked over the remote. She passed over the option "Permanent Flatulence". She paused, looking at the option carefully. Her curiosity was piqued more than anything, as she wondered just what the implications were. With that, she pressed the option, immediately feeling pressure build in her abdomen. Straining to lift to one side, she let loose a massive blast of gas that made her body jiggle all over.
"Alright, so it works. I'm now permanently flatulent." She stated as she tried to stand up. As she strained to stand up, she inadvertently let loose another butt bomb, blushing slightly. Standing up with a wobble, she let out a few more little puffs of gas, which still managed to be loud.
"Okay, maybe this is kind of gross and embarrassing. Turning you off." She said as she looked over the remote. However, she could only see the "Permanent Flatulence" option, and no actual way to turn it off. Tricia frowned as she realized the permanent in the name was there for a reason.
"Okay great, now I'm stuck like this. *sigh* Oh well." Tricia sighed, rubbing her now eternally bloated belly. With a grunt, she let loose another massive fart, feeling shameful in the act yet still getting no relief. Looking down the remote again, she realized all changes she made were permanent. With an even greater sigh, she walked over to her couch and collapsed.
"So I'm now forever going to be an obese, constantly farting woman? Wonderful, my life is ruined." She said to herself, though she was secretly excited. She always wanted to liven up her life, and this certainly did make things different. More pressure built up behind her, and she pushed out another massive fart. She decided this was enough changing for now, so she put the remote down. Patting her belly, she turned on the TV to see if anything was on to try and get her mind off. Immediately, a stupid commercial about deer antler waxing came on. Tricia rolled her eyes, the sheer stupidity not lost on her before changing the channel. Next was an exorcise channel, with some overly attractive woman in her 20's wearing tight fitting clothing to show off her abs came on with a number of clearly overweight people copying her movements in the back. Tricia frowned, unsure if she could even do that anymore, and decided to change the channel again. Next was some stupid kid show about a boy with farting powers and a talking dog. The immature humor just kind of made Tricia die a little inside. She was sure that her TV was trying to make fun of her. She reluctantly pushed out another trumbutt toot, her face turning all the redder as her situation sank in just a little more. What does she do next?