Rick watched his swelling ass, and he watched the swelling suddenly stop. He could barely move at all in the tight remains of the pants, so he shucked them off with
his shoes. Rick silently crept upstairs and into his own room without disturbing Brendon. He grabbed the largest pair of pants that he had, put them on along with
his shoes, and snuck outside.
Rick didn't know what the hell he was going to do! His butt looked like it belonged on a woman. And unfortunately for Rick, his usually nice neighbor, Kerin
O'Rourke came over to ask what the deal was with the wierd fog.
Kerin was 24, and usually a nice person, but having a chemical fog dumped into your neighborhood upset her a little bit. She coughed while walking through the
stuff to ask Rick what had happened.
"Nothing," replied Rick, "just a little bit of a mishap. I'm going to uh, drive to town now to get some stuff to clear up this fog."
"I don't believe you," said Kerin.
"Fine, you can come with me to town then if you like."
"Fine!"
"Well fine.... then... I uh, guess... yeah."
San Medina was the nearest town, and it was 35 miles away.
*17 minutes later*
"I need to stop here and stretch, I suddenly don't feel so good."
"I'm starting to feel queasy myself," said Kerin.
Both Kerin and Rick got out of the car, and walked around for a bit on the long country road. There were pastures, and cows, and trees all over the place.
"What the hell is that smell?" asked Kerin.
"I think it's a cow fart. We should probably get going."
Suddenly, Rick collapsed onto his hands and knees, his body aching again.