You try to run but you are soon found by the ringmaster. He
pulls you back to the elephant pens. "Now listen, I need myself
a new pachyderm, and you are gunna be the one supplying it!
Blow away, boys! Make this one extra large for daddy!" The
ringmaster walks away, chuckling. "Now," Says the largest
elephant. "Where were we? Sure, it's cliche to say that, but
hey, do I write the story?" He re–attaches his trunk to your
mouth and blows even harder than before. Soon, 4 new bulges
appeared in his trunk. You try to do everything you can to keep
them out, but the force of the elephant breath forces it down
your throat. As it dissolves in your stomach, you become aware
of a ticklish feeling in your intestines. The second pill drops
down, and your lung are bursting with the smelly elephant's
exhaling. The third peice enters down yourr throat, and you
stomach feels as though it is filled to the brim. The fourth and
final pill goes down, and you feel as though it is stuck in your
throat. The elephant gives one last wave of air into your
already filled lungs, and lets go. "You're gonna be the best
elephant this circus has ever seen." It says, and you can see a
smile at the corners of its mouth. "Well, at least that part is
over." The elephant cackles, as if you made a really good
blonde joke. "Over? No, that was just to get the air flowing.
You know, increasing lung size, giving your breath that smell,
and causing quite a bit of pain. Besides you're gonna be
needin' that gas."
The next elephant strides up to you. It signals to the others,
and they wrap their trunks around your body. The elephant
repeats the ritual of attaching its trunk to your body, and this
time, 6 big, square, bulges appear in its trunk. It starts to blow,
far more vigorously than before, and the first bulge enters. It
goes down hard, and tastes sweet, like chocolate. The second
enters, and you begin feeling like you ate a large pie. The third
slides down you throat, and you start choking. A gray phlegm
comes out of your nose in a huge mass. The elephant stops
blowing, sucks up the phlegm, and spits it back into you. Now
the fourth is entering your stomach, and you don't feel to good.
You start sweating and wipe it off of your face. The fifth enters,
and you start to feel terribly heavy. The final pill dissolves in
your stomach, and you feel absolutely bloated.
You are let go of, and expect to be blown in again, but the big
elephant says "Short break, then resume welcoming Tiberius."
You look at him, puzzled. " Oh, yes, we have given you a name
fit for an animal of our glory." You start to worry. What would
happen to you?