Burping one last time, your girlfriends form seemed to stop growing and the scale read 500 pounds.
"Oh I wanted to be bigger." Your girlfriend whines.
"I'm glad it stopped." You remark. Your girlfriend glares at you, her hands on her massive hips.
"Just because you don't know to have fun doesn't mean you have to squelch mine." She then turned around and farted right in your face. "Hope you enjoy the smell, stinker." She wandered off and after waving the smell away, you decide to catch up to her. She's standing before a door, face red and fat jiggiling.
"What are you doing in front of here?" You ask her.
"Not that it's any buisness of your's but I want to become...