The young gargoyle fell to his knees before creasing himself in the middle, his claws digging into the gravel on the library's rooftop. Lexington's green tail and rear end held high into the night sky as a cheek-slapping fart exploded free. He groaned as he rolled onto his side, gripping his middle, another puff of gas breaking free. Lexington rubbing his stomach, his eyes widening as his cheeks bulged with yet another healthy loud belch.
"This can't be happening." he whimpered. clutching his sides and squeezing his eyes shut,
He looked across the dark rooftop, eying the old book he'd borrowed.
"Gotta be an answer...mmph...mmph...BUUURP...there!" Lexington spat. His tail flicked as he rolled back onto his knees, grabbing in an almost panicked manner at the book and pulling it close, scraping the old cover across the gravel and dirt. Lex's claw traced the pages, attempting to find the spell he'd read, and anything that might undo whatever he'd done.
"No...no...mmph...no..." his cheeks bulged again, Lex barely had time before another massive burp erupted, spittle flung into the air and across the book, pages blew in the wind. Lex huffed and gasped, wiping drool from his bottom lip as he found the page he was looking for. Lex's eyes darted from letter to letter. "These spells, I can't make any of them out." he half-moaned, then grimaced noticeably as a thick fart rumbled from his rear end, followed by a musical squeak.
"Ugh, no more!" he slapped his palm against the pages and began reading the spells aloud, praying he'd find the counter spell. Again darkness came, Lex's eyes burned as the stars, the city lights, everything spun and encircled him, and then there was nothing.
*****
He rubbed his bald head, his eyes opened and closed slowly, readjusting to the night. The bright full moon met his upward gaze, Lex lay atop the roof, flat on his back with his arms and wings splayed across the gravel. "Ughn...did it work?" he spoke to himself, rubbing his eyes as he sat up, only to have his heart sink. "NO!" he spat, as the moonlight brought his green flesh into view, Lexington's jaw hung wide looking himself over.
"What, what did that? Those spells!" The small gargoyle stared at his now plump frame, heavy flesh jiggled over his arms, his thighs and newly swollen rear end strained his loincloth, his meaty tail swung heavily as he stood stationary, lifting, prodding, pulling on his fatty body. "This is impossible!" he grabbed the two-handfuls of his belly and jiggled it, His thickened clawed hands grabbed at his legs, at his quivering chest, his neck. "What did I READ?" he yelped, feeling his jowls wobble. The gargoyle felt like he could cry, things couldn't possibly get worse than this, he thought. His fatty stomach gurgled, and Lexington leaned forward, tugging on his ill-fitting loincloth, tearing the fabric from around his bloated tail and exposing his heavy, green, jiggling rear to the cool air, and ripping a satisfyingly loud fart.
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