Blocked Up, Part 2

Date Written: 
09/28/2012

"Stop it... Stooooop!" Sarah screamed, her gurgling belly increasing in size exponentially. It filled the entire house, and Sarah was in loads of pain.

"No..." Angela cooed. "This is revenge, Sarah... Comeuppance... You pop me... now I.. pop.. YOU."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO-

OOOOOOO!!!" Sarah awoke with a start, sweating in her bed. She looked around frantically, then checked her belly. Still as flat as ever. She sighed, wiping her forehead. It's fine, she told herself. Just a dream. Angela's dead. She's gone. She can't hurt you. You won't pop. It's all ok...

Sarah tried to go back to sleep, but it proved useless: she couldn't fall back asleep, especially with the *Phrrttt*... gas problem she now possessed.

After Angela exploded, Sarah has been farting like a pig, and no matter what she did, she couldn't get it to stop. She figured that was karma or something, but how does that even work?

A couple sleepless hours later, the sun rose, and Sarah stumbled down to the kitchen. She made herself some bacon and eggs and sat down to eat them, but not without farting, sounding like she sat on a whoopie cushion. She ate slowly and sleepily, and was startled when her phone started going off. She went to answer. The caller I.D. said it was Natali.

(If you don't remember, Natali was in the sleepover where Angela popped)

"Hello?"

"Sarah? Sarah, I'm scared..."

"Huh? About what?"

"I can't stop uh.... can't stop... you know.."

"farting?"

"Yeah..."

"Me neither.."

"What do we do???"

"Well we're certainly not shoving any corks anywhere."

"This is so embarrassing..."

"Tell me about it. Listen, uh, don't worry, we'll think of something."

"I hope so..."

A couple hours later, Sarah was sitting on her couch, which now reeked of her noxious fumes. The gas started to come more frequently, and Sarah was starting to get very worried. She decided to call Natali again, see if she was going through the same. She dialed: no answer. Huh. Must be busy.

A couple retries later, and Natali still didn't answer... Sarah finally decided to go check on her. It was the weekend: what could Natali be doing???

She knocked on the front door... She heard a scream. Now sufficiently worried, she looked through a window; Natali was in the living room, blowing up like a balloon, gas shooting out of her anus like a fountain.

"Natali??? NATALI!!!" Sarah shouted, banging on the window to try and get her attention. Natali could only look at Sarah: She couldn't move...

Sarah started panicking, trying to find a way in. She watched helplessly as Natali grew and grew, moaning and crying...

"NATALI!!!" Sarah yelled one last time, as Natali looked at Sarah with tear-filled eyes, with a knowing look...

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*

"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Sarah screamed, pounding on the window. She was so caught up in the horror of it all, that she didn't notice her gas building up inside her as well.

A car pulled up to the driveway of Natali's house. A teenage girl stepped out of it, looking around. She tried the door: locked. She went around back, and saw... Sarah, now a giant fart balloon.

"DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!!" Sarah warned her. Sarah was weeping, remembering her dream... She knew this was payback from Angela... She was going to join her now...

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*

The gas hit the girl like a train, and she coughed and sputtered, utterly bewildered...

She walked back to her car. She was here to check on Natali... She wasn't returning her calls... and what she saw... She had to get out of there. She could guess that Natali was dead, she heard an explosion... she sat in the drivers seat, thinking about what just happened... lifting her butt up a little to fart...

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