chapter 7

Dale loved McDonalds. Greasy food was always his favorite. But it always made him extremely gassy. He was never this way as a kid, but had just started getting these stomach problems after leaving college. Yet he didn't care. He loved his food too much and didn't mind the gas. Dale sat down at a booth in the nearly empty McDonalds, noticing it creak under his weight. He grunted as his shirt and pants dug into his fat even more, stretching the buttons apart to reveal his hairy belly. He looked at his tray of food and dug right in starting with the French fries, one large container after another. He continued eating everything on his tray, eventually slurping down the three milkshakes he got. He knew it was probably a bad idea since dairy made him the most gassy. He muffled a small burp into his fist and patted his belly, uncomfortably full. He wanted to lay in the booth and never get up again since he was so stuffed but a sick growl from his stomach confirmed he needed to leave, now. Dale slowly got up with quite a struggle before throwing his trash out and waddling to the parking lot. He made it to his car, letting out another small burp. He felt the pressure building up immensely as he opened the door to his car. As soon as he sat down and shut the door, his pants button went flying along with the bottom button of his shirt. Then a low growl emitted from his throat, coming out in a disgusting loud belch. Dale groaned as he held his stomach. He loved the feeling of the gas leaving him. It made him feel like such a pig. Right then his stomach growled again and his ass unwillingly let out a quick fart. It was quiet and muffled into the seats but god did it stink. He moaned to himself before sickly burping again. Dale felt another burp coming out of him but it got stuck in his throat. He hit his chest a few times before it blasted out through his lips, the smell of his feast still on his breath. He couldn't control it anymore, the gas pouring out of him through both his ass and his mouth. Another loud fart came blasting from his ass. This time he felt his boxers become wet. He couldn't believe it. There was no way he just shit himself. But as another fart made its way out of his ass he could tell that he was getting his payback. Suddenly his ass opened up and a thick wet turd slid out of him and into his boxers, making the car reek. He farted again, this time his ass feeling bubbly and bloated as he could tell he still had More in him. He continued to shit out the rest of his feast, groaning as he did so and feeling like a completely disgusting helpless pig. After he was done there was only one thought on his mind. "This is gonna be a pain in the ass to clean up"

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