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After a long time of worrying, moaning, and farting, Shawn and Jacob felt their bodies finally ease up, no longer ballooning out of control.. By now their clothing had torn away, their expensive designer tracksuits merely tatters to be swept up off the floor and disposed of.

Though, just as they managed to get a grip of their situation..

GURGLE πŸ’¦

BRARRRP!!
πŸ’¨

Shawn: "WHAT was that? What now! Ughh my stomach.."

Jacob: "Dude I feel SO weird.. Like i'm getting even bigger! Oof.. Hey who's touching my back!? Shawn what's going on now!? HELP! I'm rolling!" BRAARRP! πŸ«¨πŸ’¨

Shawn: "Jacob!? Whoa.. Hold on! I- Me too! Fuck i'm rolling into you! FUCK!! " TOOT 😨

In the brief moment of calm, the Oompa Loompas had taken initiative and started to place their hands upon them both, rolling them toward one of the sign-posted areas..

To which one exactly? 😳

I'll let you figure that out. 😏

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