I lied down on my belly, I was pretty heavy so it felt a lot better to be lying down than trying
to support my weight by standing up. I lied there as I simply continued to let the gas pass. I
started to wonder why part of me was actually finding the experience relaxing and maybe even a
little bit enjoyable. All the fat felt soft and pillowy underneath the warm fur, and farting to
ease the pressure in my belly felt very relieving.

Another wave of queasiness hit as I could feel the gas making it's way up my throat, my cheeks
had swollen a bit and I tried to hold it in as I did before but there was no reason to at this
point, I was already releasing gas like a slob, what's a little more going to do? I opened my
muzzle and let out a deep belch that left the taste of grapes in my mouth, now releasing gas
on both ends. I felt like such a pig but I couldn't help it, it wasn't my choice after all. All
I could do is try to enjoy it and hope that all of this wouldn't end up being permanent...