Atomic Belch
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 24
by
copier
· original author:
chyoaguy
As much as Madeline would have wanted the relief, it simply wasn't possible for the catastrophic blockage wreaking havoc on her 'plumbing' to be disturbed by Suzy's actions. At this point, there may as well have been yards and yards of solidified cement sealing her up. Not even the smallest wisp of gas could pass out Madeline's lower exit.
But the upper exit? Her mouth was a different story.
There was no blockage there, as the teens were about to learn the hard way. All this time, Madeline had been so busy living it up as the queen of the neighborhood that she'd more or less shoved all of her concerns earlier in the week- most notably her near gut-busting case of constipation- to the far off depths of her mind. Out of sight and out of mind, in other words. But by no means did that solve the problem for her. Looming giantess or not, her condition was still worsening by the hour. Fecal matter and waste continued to pile up inside of her, only contributing to her constipation as the day continued to drag on. And the gas building inside of her? Oh Lord was it backing up something fierce. Madeline's bowels were positively inflated within her, her small and large intestines swollen multiple times their size by building gas that had nowhere to go. In fact...
At this point, it was only a matter of time before the buildup got so bad that it started leaking back into her stomach, and when that happened?
It would be like watching a hot air balloon go from empty to full. Madeline would become the neighborhood's very own Hindenburg!
Or at least, that was what would've happened had it not been for Suzy's actions. The ill-tempered teen had unwittingly saved- or doomed- her neighborhood, depending on who was asked. As she sank deeper into the giant navel, Madeline's belly shook as if an earthquake was happening beneath the surface of the warm, stretched skin.
*Grooooooooo*
Collectively, every single person watching in horror winced in unison as Madeline's mountainous belly rumbled ominously, the sound distressingly close to what many imagined a volcano sounded like seconds before eruption.
And then... it happened.
Madeline's titanic gut seemed to, well, puff up, for lack of a better term, almost as if she'd sucked down a great gasp of air. Only, that air wasn't expelled with her next exhale. The already hugely bloated belly remained more bloated, and from the epicenter of the abdominal quake, Suzy yelped in fright as the walls of Madeline's stomach closed in around her, mere inches from crushing her as the stomach swelled around her, the 'walls' of the belly button abruptly contracting around her.
She'd unknowingly hit the equivalent of the 'emergency pressure release valve.' Gases long built-up in Madeline's gut whooshed into her stomach, forcing it to wax larger as air built up in the organ, before inevitably traveling upwards now that an avenue of escape was finally available...
Madeline's grimace shifted into a pained expression as her throat bulged from the sheer volume of gas surging up her esophagus.
Her mouth opened.
"BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!!!"
There were no words that could properly describe the chaos that followed. Hurricane force winds blasted from the giant karen's mouth, bringing ruin and destruction to all unfortunate enough to be in her path. The sound was apocalyptic, light someone had held a megaphone up to a jet engine and amplified the loudest sound they could think of a hundred times over. Every window and glass surface on the street shattered, cars and houses alike.
The belch itself lasted for a full fifteen seconds before finally tapering out.
"Oh, that... that feels so much better..." Madeline sighed happily, patting her bare belly in relief. Good God, she'd needed that. Of course, her stomach was still enormously swollen thanks to all the literal crap filling her up, but thanks to the relief that burp had brought, her stomach had noticeably deflated. She now only looked to be midway through a pregnancy rather than approaching full term, if one were to compare her abdomen's size and general shape to that of a pregnant woman's.
Hell, considering just how damn better her stomach felt now, she owed Suzy a reward for bringing her such sweet relief. The words of the past could be forgotten; actions were what truly counted, and right now? Suzy had done a better job serving her queen than anyone else in the neighborhood had!
Did Madeline care at all that the neighborhood now looked like a hurricane had swept through it? Not at all. So what if Richard Anderson was on his hands and knees sobbing in front of his pride and joy- that annoyingly loud sports car of his, a ferrari or something- used to thunder down the road. Well, no more! The bright red sports car had been flipped over from the wind force of her belch, landing upside down and crumpling as the convertible top didn't have nearly enough strength to support the full weight of the car on top of it. It looked more like a crumpled child's toy than a $200,000 car.
Did she care that she'd blown out the windows of every house on the street? Nope. Now her neighbors couldn't shut their windows and ignore their voice when she politely instructed them on how to be better neighbors.
And those brats who'd been on her belly? Well, if Suzy was still there, Madeline would consider bestowing a reward upon her in light of her services. But the other two? Meh, who cared. Given that they'd been at ground zero of her pressure-relieving burp, they were probably dead. Being caught in hurricane force winds had probably launched them clear out of the city limits.
It was always nice to see problems resolving themselves. Sitting up a little straighter so she could peer down at her round belly, Madeline saw that out of all three of the teens-
But the upper exit? Her mouth was a different story.
There was no blockage there, as the teens were about to learn the hard way. All this time, Madeline had been so busy living it up as the queen of the neighborhood that she'd more or less shoved all of her concerns earlier in the week- most notably her near gut-busting case of constipation- to the far off depths of her mind. Out of sight and out of mind, in other words. But by no means did that solve the problem for her. Looming giantess or not, her condition was still worsening by the hour. Fecal matter and waste continued to pile up inside of her, only contributing to her constipation as the day continued to drag on. And the gas building inside of her? Oh Lord was it backing up something fierce. Madeline's bowels were positively inflated within her, her small and large intestines swollen multiple times their size by building gas that had nowhere to go. In fact...
At this point, it was only a matter of time before the buildup got so bad that it started leaking back into her stomach, and when that happened?
It would be like watching a hot air balloon go from empty to full. Madeline would become the neighborhood's very own Hindenburg!
Or at least, that was what would've happened had it not been for Suzy's actions. The ill-tempered teen had unwittingly saved- or doomed- her neighborhood, depending on who was asked. As she sank deeper into the giant navel, Madeline's belly shook as if an earthquake was happening beneath the surface of the warm, stretched skin.
*Grooooooooo*
Collectively, every single person watching in horror winced in unison as Madeline's mountainous belly rumbled ominously, the sound distressingly close to what many imagined a volcano sounded like seconds before eruption.
And then... it happened.
Madeline's titanic gut seemed to, well, puff up, for lack of a better term, almost as if she'd sucked down a great gasp of air. Only, that air wasn't expelled with her next exhale. The already hugely bloated belly remained more bloated, and from the epicenter of the abdominal quake, Suzy yelped in fright as the walls of Madeline's stomach closed in around her, mere inches from crushing her as the stomach swelled around her, the 'walls' of the belly button abruptly contracting around her.
She'd unknowingly hit the equivalent of the 'emergency pressure release valve.' Gases long built-up in Madeline's gut whooshed into her stomach, forcing it to wax larger as air built up in the organ, before inevitably traveling upwards now that an avenue of escape was finally available...
Madeline's grimace shifted into a pained expression as her throat bulged from the sheer volume of gas surging up her esophagus.
Her mouth opened.
"BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!!!"
There were no words that could properly describe the chaos that followed. Hurricane force winds blasted from the giant karen's mouth, bringing ruin and destruction to all unfortunate enough to be in her path. The sound was apocalyptic, light someone had held a megaphone up to a jet engine and amplified the loudest sound they could think of a hundred times over. Every window and glass surface on the street shattered, cars and houses alike.
The belch itself lasted for a full fifteen seconds before finally tapering out.
"Oh, that... that feels so much better..." Madeline sighed happily, patting her bare belly in relief. Good God, she'd needed that. Of course, her stomach was still enormously swollen thanks to all the literal crap filling her up, but thanks to the relief that burp had brought, her stomach had noticeably deflated. She now only looked to be midway through a pregnancy rather than approaching full term, if one were to compare her abdomen's size and general shape to that of a pregnant woman's.
Hell, considering just how damn better her stomach felt now, she owed Suzy a reward for bringing her such sweet relief. The words of the past could be forgotten; actions were what truly counted, and right now? Suzy had done a better job serving her queen than anyone else in the neighborhood had!
Did Madeline care at all that the neighborhood now looked like a hurricane had swept through it? Not at all. So what if Richard Anderson was on his hands and knees sobbing in front of his pride and joy- that annoyingly loud sports car of his, a ferrari or something- used to thunder down the road. Well, no more! The bright red sports car had been flipped over from the wind force of her belch, landing upside down and crumpling as the convertible top didn't have nearly enough strength to support the full weight of the car on top of it. It looked more like a crumpled child's toy than a $200,000 car.
Did she care that she'd blown out the windows of every house on the street? Nope. Now her neighbors couldn't shut their windows and ignore their voice when she politely instructed them on how to be better neighbors.
And those brats who'd been on her belly? Well, if Suzy was still there, Madeline would consider bestowing a reward upon her in light of her services. But the other two? Meh, who cared. Given that they'd been at ground zero of her pressure-relieving burp, they were probably dead. Being caught in hurricane force winds had probably launched them clear out of the city limits.
It was always nice to see problems resolving themselves. Sitting up a little straighter so she could peer down at her round belly, Madeline saw that out of all three of the teens-
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