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Balloony-Cooly

Summary:

This is partially based on the scene from FLCL: Progressive where Haruko pretends to be pregnant, only this time she tricks a bunch of students into thinking that her fart-filled gut is actually a baby bump. It's only a matter of time before all that gas has to come out though...

'Brash' and 'crass' were the two words that best described Haruko Haruhara, and those adjectives extended to the girl's eating habits as well. She stuck to three meals a day, and that was just about the only ordinary thing about her diet. When she did eat, she would gorge herself beyond what would satisfy a reasonable person, devouring in front of her until her stomach was full to bursting, and she could not stand to take a single other bite. Since her gut had more capacity than average, it took quite a bit of eating to get her to this point.

The amount that she ate wasn't the only thing of relevance however. The content of her diet contributes rather heavily to this story's events as well. Haruko refused to eat anything but the greasiest, fattiest foods imaginable. A gustatory hedonist, she wouldn't eat anything if it wasn't salty, unhealthy as all hell and delicious. Anything she ate that didn't fall under the category of 'fast food' were meals of the gas causing sort, chili and burritos and the like.

Naturally, these two factors combined meant that Haruko had some dangerous bowels. Indeed, a few hours after any meal she would find herself a walking biohazard, ready to spew lethal gas from either end at a moment's notice. Since Haruko was so shamelessly unladylike, she had no qualms about ripping ass in mixed company. Her friends knew it was best to avoid her when her stomach was visibly swollen after a meal, lest they be subjected to the worst smelling farts imaginable. There was only so much they could do when Haruko seemed dead set on butt-bombing them no matter what, going out of her way to rip a fart while standing next to them and then cackling maniacally as they gagged and sputtered from the stench.

Haruko was currently enjoying a typical lunch, a thick burger with a side of chili cheese fries which would no doubt have devastating flatulent consequences later down the line. Haruko wasn't concerned about that though. She worried herself only with the here and now, and how damn good this all tasted!

"Mmf!" she moaned happily as she took a big, juicy bite out of the bun, letting the meat juice drip down her cheek. She washed it down with a hearty swig of soda, which contributed to the ticking time bomb that was the gas bubble brewing in her gut.

"Aaaaah, nothing better than a nice, big lunch," she said, patting her food baby proudly, while digging a chunk of meat out from between her cheeks with a toothpick. "This is the life," she sighed, taking a few more bites before slipping into a full on food coma.

She wasn't sure what time it was when she awoke. Since the sun was still in the sky, she had either taken a brief nap or slept all the way through to the next day. Her first instinct was to look down at her gut, and since it was still bulgy and bloated she could assume it was the former. Enough time had passed for digestion to start to set in at least. The food in her stomach gurgled and churned, converted by her body into pockets of gas to be released later down the line.

Usually her stomach shrank after it started digesting though, but it seemed like Haruko's belly had gotten even bigger since she fell asleep.

"Huh, that's strange," Haruko said, giving her gut a curious prod. It didn't feel like it was stuffed with solid food, nor was it soft and squishy like when it was filled with half-digested mush. It felt like a balloon, like her belly had been inflated by a bicycle pump or something. Haruko knew better than to assume that it was mere air that was making her gut swell. The gas trapped in her stomach was without a doubt of a smellier variety. Haruko had eaten enough gas-inducing foods to turn herself into a big, bulgy fart balloon.