You wake after the awful experience of having been sprayed brutally by a skunk face-down on a dirty forest trail. By now, evening has come, and the sun is setting. You stand and look around, not knowing which way you came from. Damn it! Why did you walk so far on this stupid forest path? You look down both ends of the completely straight path. On one end you see darkness in the distance; on the other end, you see gentle orange lights striking the ground from above. You go after the orange side back out of the park.
Your walk back home is long, so long that darkness overtakes your original beacon of hope at the end of the path. This path which had originally brought you so much comfort now seems strange and frightening. You are granted no escape from your troubles; you only seem to have more. Despite being rather skinny your whole life, you now prod at a protrusion under your shirt: a soft, round belly. It worries you, but your worry turns to relief when you finally get to the park gates and sprint home, with more trouble running than you remember having.
You stumble in the door and lock it behind you. Breathing heavily after running so far, you go to the kitchen for water. You quickly down a whole glass before hearing your stomach growl. This growl was more aggressive than any you had known before, seeming almost animalistic, but you attribute it to skipping lunch and dinner. In obedience to your stomach, you open up your refrigerator and peer inside at the many available foods. You have desserts, leftovers, snacks, lunchmeat, soda, and your mouth waters at the sight of them. Losing control, you grab three slices of chocolate cake, two sandwiches, a plate full of pasta, two yogurts, and the entire two liter bottle of soda.
In a blind frenzy, you scarf down massive bites of both sandwiches, hardly chewing; you wash each bite down with a great swig of soda. The spaghetti you piled in big heaps into your mouth, mashing it wildly between your teeth. Again, all was downed with a huge gulp of soda. You open up both yogurt containers, slurping on them and pouring them down your throat as if a soup. Then, the chocolate cake, half of which got on your face as you stuffed an entire half slice into your mouth to swallow. The cake was so delicious that you could hardly stop to drink. You ate all three slices before grabbing the soda, tilting your head back, and chugging the remaining liter of the fizzing drink. All the soda mixing in your stomach fizzed into one huge bubble, which rose into your throat and — BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRP! The longest burp of your life escaped as your belly trembled.
The skunk sitting in your small paunch fed itself on some of the food you ate, also becoming fat. It used the food to fuel another huge stinkbomb in your belly, expanding your little belly into something more round and substantial, hanging over your waste a bit. Some of the skunk’s spray even escaped your bowels as a quick but loud fart.
You farted and relished in the scent. It seemed familiar, but you didn’t care about that. Farts suddenly seemed so nice! The same goes for burps! Suddenly, it dawned on you that you’re going to get hungry again, so...