Heartburn? Not quite.
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 20
by
copier
· original author:
chyoaguy
"Ngh... what? Oh... Just those dumb kids. Why can't they just do as they're told..." Madeline grumbled, the faint feeling of movement within her bowels waking her. The 'kids' in question were the early-twenty-somethings that the head nurse had provided to her in the form of a suppository, but their actual age was regardless. She was a responsible adult, a mother, a businesswoman, while they were a bunch of slackers who couldn't do a simple job.
They'd been given to her to cure her constipation. Given that she was going at five days since she'd last had a bowel movement and two days since she'd last passed gas, it was safe to say that those worthless slackers were failing at doing their job.
She couldn't stand slackers. In her line of work; it was her job to quietly terminate people who couldn't handle the work.
Groaning and running a hand along the smooth, drum-taut surface of her ballooned-out belly, she let her head hit the pillow with a soft thump. The last time her belly had been this big, she'd been well into her third trimester with her last child.
The only good news about this ridiculous bloating and painful pressure was that she could at least force people to give up their seats for her when on public transportation. No one was going to say no to a pregnant lady about to pop.
The feeling of movement within her- a fluttering, almost ticklish sensation intensified briefly before changing altogether. Madeline let out a pained hiss as heat started to spread, emanating out from her perilously backed-up colon and only building by the second.
"W-what the hell are those incompetents doing in there?! I'm getting Debbie on the phone this instant! And if she doesn't think I won't call her at 12:35 in the morning, she has another thing coming to heeeeeagh!" Madeline's angry tirade cut off in a sharp, shrill shriek as the heat abruptly skyrocketed, reaching a blistering furnace-like heat in half a second and only continuing to climb!
Gasping and clutching her now red-hot belly, Madeline groaned in distress as she toppled out of bed with an ungainly roll, her gut growling angrily. God, it was like she'd swallowed burning coals! It felt like she was about to-
phooooooOOOO{size: 5}OOOOOOOM
Madeline did not fart. To say that she merely farted would be like saying that jet engines were kind of loud. There was an eruption from the bloated woman's bowels, a volcanic roar accompanied by honest-to-god flames shooting out of her backside as if the woman had turned into a human flamethrower! The jet of flames lasted no more than five seconds, but that was all it took for several things to happen.
Firstly, Madeline's belly deflated significantly. Not entirely- she still looked like she'd won first place in a regional eating competition, sporting an impressive food baby. But now that the plugged up gas had finally been released, she no longer looked like she was a pinprick away from exploding.
Secondly, her pajama pants were completely obliterated. As were her panties, which had disintegrated, and a significant portion of her bed, the covers and blankets of which were charred and burnt.
There was also a large, ashy smear dominating the wall her rump had been pointed at. Had she been in her right mind, she would've been furious at the prospect of having to shell out what would be several thousand dollars at the minimum to repair or replace the damaged wall, redo the paint, replace the destroyed bed...
Oh, and third? The final thought in her frazzled mind as the pain of her seared insides mingled with the relief she felt at having been at least partially deflated?
Those kids in her guts were definitely dead. At the very least, she wouldn't have to worry about anything being tied back to her, not when the entire group in her bowels had been incinerated so finely that not even ash was left.
They'd been given to her to cure her constipation. Given that she was going at five days since she'd last had a bowel movement and two days since she'd last passed gas, it was safe to say that those worthless slackers were failing at doing their job.
She couldn't stand slackers. In her line of work; it was her job to quietly terminate people who couldn't handle the work.
Groaning and running a hand along the smooth, drum-taut surface of her ballooned-out belly, she let her head hit the pillow with a soft thump. The last time her belly had been this big, she'd been well into her third trimester with her last child.
The only good news about this ridiculous bloating and painful pressure was that she could at least force people to give up their seats for her when on public transportation. No one was going to say no to a pregnant lady about to pop.
The feeling of movement within her- a fluttering, almost ticklish sensation intensified briefly before changing altogether. Madeline let out a pained hiss as heat started to spread, emanating out from her perilously backed-up colon and only building by the second.
"W-what the hell are those incompetents doing in there?! I'm getting Debbie on the phone this instant! And if she doesn't think I won't call her at 12:35 in the morning, she has another thing coming to heeeeeagh!" Madeline's angry tirade cut off in a sharp, shrill shriek as the heat abruptly skyrocketed, reaching a blistering furnace-like heat in half a second and only continuing to climb!
Gasping and clutching her now red-hot belly, Madeline groaned in distress as she toppled out of bed with an ungainly roll, her gut growling angrily. God, it was like she'd swallowed burning coals! It felt like she was about to-
phooooooOOOO{size: 5}OOOOOOOM
Madeline did not fart. To say that she merely farted would be like saying that jet engines were kind of loud. There was an eruption from the bloated woman's bowels, a volcanic roar accompanied by honest-to-god flames shooting out of her backside as if the woman had turned into a human flamethrower! The jet of flames lasted no more than five seconds, but that was all it took for several things to happen.
Firstly, Madeline's belly deflated significantly. Not entirely- she still looked like she'd won first place in a regional eating competition, sporting an impressive food baby. But now that the plugged up gas had finally been released, she no longer looked like she was a pinprick away from exploding.
Secondly, her pajama pants were completely obliterated. As were her panties, which had disintegrated, and a significant portion of her bed, the covers and blankets of which were charred and burnt.
There was also a large, ashy smear dominating the wall her rump had been pointed at. Had she been in her right mind, she would've been furious at the prospect of having to shell out what would be several thousand dollars at the minimum to repair or replace the damaged wall, redo the paint, replace the destroyed bed...
Oh, and third? The final thought in her frazzled mind as the pain of her seared insides mingled with the relief she felt at having been at least partially deflated?
Those kids in her guts were definitely dead. At the very least, she wouldn't have to worry about anything being tied back to her, not when the entire group in her bowels had been incinerated so finely that not even ash was left.
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