Shiron's stomach rumbled loudly, and the windragon groaned in slight pain as he knelt against a tree.
"Why am I so gassy all of a sudden?" He said to himself, blushing as his tail flagged up, and he gave a soft grunt to let out some gas...but nothing happened. He tried again, but a little harder, but still nothing would come out of him.
"What the? I need to fart! Let me fart, Damnit!" He yelled, grunting as hard as he could, straining until his face went red, but once again, nothing.
Shiron was starting to panic, and didn't notice st first as his stomach started to bloat outwards with the growing amount of gas he desperately wanted to release. He tried again and again, even trying to get himself to belch, but it was no use. He took a few steps, and noticed his stomach. It was bloated at least three times its normal size, and still growing. He sniffed it, and nearly puked at the sulphuric stench his stomach was giving off.
His eyes widened.
"No," he said quietly, "No it can't be! W-what is this magic?!"
His stomach was full of nasty, stinky dragon farts, and still filling.
Shiron felt his stomach gurgle, and thought maybe he could actually fart now.
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