It doesn't work. He tears up as he feels his feet, legs and ass puff up and bloat with his trapped gas. His body was just a storage of his own vile farts, none of which would ever escape his body. He gave up trying to let the gas out, and braced for impact. His stomach puffed up with a bomb of flauts, growing twice it size. Next were his arms, which became pure fart sausages, which Shiron was unable to move. His throat bulged and bloated as the gas vented itself through, and the ballooning dragon's head rapidly inflated with farts, still not letting a single bit escape. His mouth filled with gas he could taste. It was like a sea of skunks and rotten eggs. Shiron puked...but only puked a massive sea of farts from his stomach and into his mouth. His cheeks bulged and strained, ready for the rest of Shiron to fill so he could blow. His ears and snout ballooned out next, forever filling his senses with the smell and sound of his raunchy farts. His eyes turned green as they quadrupled in size, bulging out cartoonishly. Last thing to go was the mind itself. The farts demolished Shiron's brain, making it decay and rot away, replaced by the windragon's gas.
His whole body floated a few inches off the ground and turned a light, but sickly fart green, the stench seeping through him and creating a visible cloud of fart musk around him as he floated throughout the forest.
*FRRRRRT*
Now that Shiron was but a mindless fart balloon, the spell wore off. But this wasn't the end for the windy dragon.
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