"I'm alright,"
"Alright, hun, here's the check," She puts it down on the table, and you open it up. You stick some cash in with a large tip for the cutie. You close it back up and start scooting out of the booth. Your swollen gut drags along the table, and you struggle to shift your ass a few inches at a time to get out. You repeat the same process again and again: shimmy, sit, drag, repeat. Your fat ass and gut are making this much harder than it should have been. You do, however, eventually escape the confines of your seat. You grab on the back of the bench and lift your heavy body. You stand and grab your pants by the waist. You hold tight and pull them up high, only for them to fall most of the way back down. Your bulge looks bigger and is more revealed by your falling pants. You groan after all of the effort and start waddling out of the restaurant.
You walk out into the cool air of the night; your nipples stand on end in the cold. You begin walking on the path again, wondering what you should do next. You fart or belch on occasion, leaving the people walking near you coughing and gagging. You smile at that. You love stinking. You'd love to smother someone in it, to sit on someone's face and fart. You get hard at the thought. A bit of your beer can cock peeks out of your underwear. You don't stop it. It's your cock and you'll do what you want with it, if other people don't like that, you can "persuade" them. You continue walking down the zoo path, occasionally glancing at the animals. Surprisingly, the animal take a bit of a backseat to the other excitements this place has to offer. You keep going and feel something rumble deep within you. A low growl grows as something shifts in your engorged gut.
The shift continues, slowly crawling along your bowels. Whatever it is, it's heavy. You feel a decent pressure where it is, like it's squishing other things to make space. It moves until it arrives at your anus. Suddenly, you feel something try to get out. A thick, soft log opens your hole and slides out. You panic and try hard to clench while running for a bathroom. You fight the massive pressure pushing this stool out of you. It just keeps going. It fills your pants, warm and soft. It smears all over your ass cheeks. It creates a visible bulge in your pants. People notice and start gawking at you. You keep running to the bathroom, failing to hold the shit in. You get to the door and rush inside. You enter a stall and slam the door. You pull down your shit-stuffed pants and sit. Your messy and volumptuous cheeks plop down and an avalanche is released. You clench your teeth as it all escapes. The thick stool stretches your hole, slipping out and slapping into the bowl. It fills the bowl to the brim before showing any signs of stopping. Some shit falls around the sides of the bowl and the floor. Your hole sputters out stray turds and farts. By now, this bathroom might as well be yours; the whole room smells like you. By animal rules, this is your territory.
You groan loudly and look at your round gut, which has visibly shrunk by a few inches, though it's still larger than when you first put on the costume. You stand and pull up your pants, you'd wipe, but you love your stench too much. You exit the stall and find the room empty after your use except for one man. He's using the urinal and isn't in costume. He's dry heaving and avoiding your eyes at all costs. You stand a few feet behind him, burning holes in the back of his head. You snort and scratch your ass. He finishes peeing and you fart. He loses his lunch on that one, puking into the urinal, making a mess.