Journal of a Mushroom Bloated Explorer (Patreon)

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Female Belly Bloating, Burping, and Farting

WORDS: 7000

With the rumor of a treasure in the Mycelia swamp, an up and coming explorer named Emma dives in to claim her prize and fame. Unfortunately, all she gets for her troubles is a powerful addiction to a special species of mushrooms that causes intense bloating and even worse gas.

This was a story for an anonymous commissioner.

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            Unclasping her pack, Emma Victoria released herself from the grip of the tree branches and fell to the ground below. Remembering her training, the young woman rolled along the leaves to leave nary a scratch on her tanned skin. Standing up, she took a moment to brush the dirt off of her khaki shorts and coat. Making sure the skin-tight, black bodysuit protecting her from unwanted scrapes was still free of any holes, she moved on to adjust her brunette, bob cut hair before looking out towards the tangle of tress making up the swamp. Free of any imminent danger, she decided to indulge in one of her favorite adventuring traditions.

            “World Class Explorer Journal Entry 1: This is Emma Victoria staring off her brave expedition. I have successfully infiltrated the Mycelia Swamp,” Emma spoke into a recording device. “Thanks to a connection I had from a previous adventure, I was able to secure my route via a favor from an old pilot friend. Though he was unwilling to directly land in the wild area, I was able to come to a compromise with him.”

            Tilting up her head, the explorer looked towards the parachute she had just unlatched from still tangled in the branches above. While she was proud of her initial cleverness, that lasted until she realized that something was missing. Mainly, the pack she had unhooked from to free herself also contained a majority of her supplies. Including her phone and the various other gadgets that were supposed to ease the burden of an up and coming explorer.

            “Er, it is a shame that I had to leave behind my food and water for the trip,” she spoke into her device, unwilling to admit her mistake. “Some might say that it was foolish for me to not bring a phone; not realizing how a true explorer can make do without any fancy gadgets or modern technology. Not only will I show up my skills as a survivalist, but I’ll do it all while ensuring that the treasure rumored to be hidden here will be properly placed in a museum. For now, this is Emma Victoria signing-“

            The explorer’s journal entry became corrupted by a hungry growl emanating from her stomach. Ending her recording with a mental note to erase the embarrassing outburst later, she turned her attention towards filling her hungry belly. Looking over the tree that had so rudely taken her supplies, she didn’t see any way to easily ascend it. Allowing an exasperated sigh, she tried to recall her one weekend long foraging training as she set off into the swamp.

            Guided by her rumbling stomach, Emma eventually was brought towards the edge of a murky pond. Looking over the surface, she could tell at a glance that the water would only be drinkable once she had given it a good boil. Leaving behind the thought of where she was going to get a pot to actually perform the task, she scanned the water’s edge for any sign of danger.

            Emma paused as she spotted something glistening in her peripheral vision. Heading towards the light brought her towards a set of bushes that occasionally flicker. Pushing the leaves aside, she came face to face with a mushroom the size of her fist. While most of its skin was dull grey, various white spots were spread across its surface. Even if she couldn’t directly identify what the fungus was, common sense told her that it would be foolish to even think about touching it, let alone taking a nibble.

            Just as the young woman was about to turn away, the mushroom appeared to move on its own. Turning back towards the fungus, she watched as its surface began to shake. Taking a step back on the off chance the fungus exploded, she was instead left awestruck as the spots lit up. Cycling through a variety of colors, the dots became a small lightshow that glittered before her eyes. The display wormed its way through her rational thought in order to grab hold of her ravenous stomach.

            The determined look in Emma’s eyes fell away to be replaced with a rainbow swirl that mimicked the spots’ constant blinking. Letting her mouth hang open, drool seeped out the corners of her mouth as a powerful urge pushed her forward. Getting down on her knees, she crawled over to the mushroom. Giving into her appetite and the will of some strange force, she brought her head down to take a large bite.

            No longer under the influence of the dazzling light show, Emma’s own body kicked in to get her to start chewing. Though the taste was slightly musty, her own hunger kept her going through the meal. By the time she swallowed, she understood what she had done. Looking down at the capless stem sticking out of the ground, her concerns about whatever toxins she might have ingested came undone as she let out a small UUUURRPPP.

            “Ugh,” Emma said, scrambling over to the pond’s edge. No longer worried about safety, she brought a handful of swamp water to her mouth and gulped it down. “What the hell was BWOOOOORRRPPP that?” she asked herself, taking a few more swigs of her questionable beverage in the hopes of washing out whatever had possessed her earlier.

            “This is fine,” she told herself was she stood up again. “This is nothing for a real UUURRP explorer,” she told herself, wiping her lips clean as she ventured out to find a shelter for the evening.

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            A low growl awoke Emma from her slumber. Strangely preferring to fight off a fearsome beast, the explorer pulled herself up from her bed of leaves. All she saw was the dim lighting afforded to her cave thanks to small holes left in her makeshift barricade of rocks. Though the sound continued to become louder with each passing second, she didn’t see anything eager to sink its fangs into her skin. The noise was coming from within her own body.

            Gritting her teeth, Emma begrudgingly lowered her head to stare down the rounded potbelly that had been a constant obstacle to her body over the past few days. Try as she might to work off the globe with strenuous survival skills, it always remained overly taut and swollen. Grasping at the orb pushing against the limits of her bodysuit, she once more tried the futile task of trying to will it away. All that succeeded in was worsening the rumbling noise coming from within.

            Very aware of what had happened the previous day she had failed to heed the warnings, the explorer lumbered to her feet and tried to break down the barrier. While she was properly motivated, she wasn’t moving nearly fast enough. Each passing second led to further groan from her stomach; trying to hurry her up to move the rocks aside. By the time she managed to remove a chunk large enough for her head to fit through, it was already too late.

            Emma’s mouth was forced open to let a deep BWOOOOORRRPP roll up her throat. The stench of the belch came with the usual aroma of mushrooms and swamp water that had made up the majority of her diet. Though she had picked up on what the combination was doing to her body, she realized that she didn’t have many other options. Surrendering herself to belch out her overflowing gas, she let another UUUURRRRPP burst out with the expectation that it would have to run out at some point.

            Emma ended up relaxing too much and letting a few bubbles slip the other way. The result was a small PHHHRRRRTTTT managing to slip out of her backside. Looking over her shoulder, she swore she could see a puff of green smoke slipping out from the bottom of her shorts. Before she could confirm if what she saw was real, a single whiff of the stench got her to focus back on the task of escaping the cave.

            “Screw this backwater place,” Emma cursed to herself, getting another mouthful of her flatulence before successfully escaping her supposed sanctuary. “I’d better be famous once this is all UUUURRPP over.”

            Stepping out into the somewhat fresher air of the stagnant swamp, Emma tried to stabilize herself. Reaching into her pocket, she took out the recorder once more. As the explorer flipped on the switch, she dismissed her frown in favor of a more upbeat and determined expression on her face.

            “World Class Explorer Journal Entry #8,” Emma began. “It has been several days since I touched down in the Mycelia Swamp. The conditions are harsh, but I persevere in my search. Though there has been no sign of the lost artifacts, I am confident that I am on the right trail to-BWOOORRRPP!”

            Emma paused for a moment, ruffling some leaves as she walked to try and mask the outburst. Muttering to herself as she wondered how there could still be leftover gas, she tried to move on with her journal entry. Unfortunately, her body wasn’t making it easy.

            “Um, right trail to the treasure,” she spoke up loud enough to cover up another rumbling from her stomach. “In the meantime, my survival skills have proved invaluable to finding sustenance to keep me moving,” she continued, pausing for a moment to swallow back down a belch. “While the offerings are far from palatable for most people, my astounding endurance has given me all I need to keep moving.” Her words became hurried as she felt a bubble shoot through her lower intestines. “Considering the circumstances, I doubt anyone else would dare to come anywhere near-“

            Again, the recording cut off; this time on purpose as she felt what was coming. She managed to stop the device moments before another fart slipped out of her rear with enough force to let a small moan leave her lips and tilt her slightly forward. Catching herself before her bloated belly could send her plummeting to the ground, she stomped her feet in order to restabilize her balance.

           Emma’s heavy step came alongside bumping up against something. What she found was a sizable ring of stones on the ground that was far from natural. Looking in the center of the circle, she spotted the tell-tale signs of a doused fire. Inching closer and feeling the warmth emanating from the ashes, she realized that it couldn’t have been more than a day old.

            Emma’s eyes widened as she scanned the area for any other sign of people. If someone else was out in this remote place, she didn’t want to have the displeasure of sharing the treasure with them. Nor did she want them to have seen her pathetic surrender to her own indigestion. Feeling exposed out in the open and certain that someone had heard her outbursts, she began to slowly creep towards a bush to find cover. Blindly pushing the leaves aside, she was forced to stop as she noticed a glow in her peripheral vision.

            Slowly turning her head to the side, she spotted yet another one of the strange mushrooms. As she delved deeper into the swamp, she had begun to see more of fungus at every turn. Still carrying around a belly sloshing with gas bubbles, common sense told her to run far away. However, that one glimpse towards the flashing pattern was enough to put her back into her trance-like state.

            Dropping to her knees without any concern for who could be watching, Emma yanked the mushroom from the ground and took a bite. Reveling in the flavor, she let drool slip from her lips before she went in for another helping. Her completion of the impromptu snack session came with another UUUURRPP leaving her lips. Letting out more of the strange, green gas through a brunt PHHHRRTT from her rear, she felt a mental tug to get back to her cave to prepare for the day. That was until a glimpse at a second mushroom nearby told her that she still had some space in her bloated stomach for more.

            Upon reaching the end of her sudden breakfast, Emma’s drunken-state persisted for a while longer. It was just enough time for her to carelessly stumble her way over to a puddle of swamp water. By the time she was able to come to her senses, she had already drained half of the murky liquid. Cursing her own inability to control her urges, she pushed on to finish drinking up the water before heading back to the cave to wait for it to air out.

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            Driven by another attempt to find alternative sources of food, Emma had left the safety of her flatulence-scented cavern. While she had hoped that delving deeper into the swamp would have provided her with a bushel of berries or a small animal she could roast, she had no such luck. Just like before, the only thing that she could reliably use to satisfy her appetite were the very things that had left her in this sorry state.

            Down on all fours, the explorer was just finishing up a collection of the flashing mushrooms. Her eyes flickering with the usual pattern, she was preoccupied with scarfing down each bite as fast as possible. With each helping, she could feel the bubbles inside of her drastically increasing. Despite knowing what it would lead to her, the inebriated state of her mind kept her in a near mindless state that could only focus on enjoying her feast.

            As Emma gobbled up the last few mushrooms, a dryness on her tongue demanded that she go towards her other main source of nourishment. Still crawling on the ground, she allowed her bulged out belly to drag its way through the underbrush as she moved. Upon reaching a pool of stagnant swamp water, she dove her head in to gulp up as much as possible. As the liquid further filled her bloated gut, it acted as the perfect catalyst to set off the gas built up from her feast.

            Upon pulling her head up from the surface of the murky waters, the explorer sprinkled some of the water off of her lips with a bellowing BWOOOOOOORRPPP. No sooner did the belch peter off that it was replaced with a brunt PHHHHHRRRRRTTTTT that momentarily surrounded her with a green fog. With the gas expelled, some of her mind began to claw back to its normal state. Unfortunately, that version of her had yet to develop a resistance to the stench and visage of what these moments of weakness had done to her body.

            With the last ripples from her outburst settling across the water, Emma was able to make out her reflection. Mainly, at how her overstuffed gut made it look like she was eight months pregnant. Getting back to her feet and balancing the swollen sphere, she winced as another BRRAAAAAAAPPP managed to squeak out of her rear. While her shorts managed to hold through her latest moment of losing self-control, she was left a little confused as to what had happened to her coat.

            Emma scanned the area for the missing garment; readying herself to close her eyes at even the slightest glimpse of the addictive mushrooms. Hazarding to look back towards the bush she had just crawled from, she saw her jacket hanging from one of the branches. Letting out a groan with a mix of a belch, she waddled her way back over to reach into the pocket and pull out her audio recorder.

            “World Class Explorer Journal Entry… um, 37?,” she spoke into the device. “It’s been about two weeks since I first arrived at the jungle. My search for the lost relics has been slowed by the discovery of other people inhabiting the swamp. Since my research showed no native inhabitants of the area, my best guess is that they are-BWOOOOOOOORRRRPPP!”

            Shuddering at yet another belch she would have to edit out after she got home, Emma persevered.

            “That they are UUUUURRRRPPP other explorers. While that’s not outright a problem, I still need to be wary. As much as I would enjoy proper OOOUUUUURRRRRPPP company, I can’t shake off the concern of more nefarious people coming to steal from this land. It could be bandits, poachers, or even less reputable explorers such as the wicked, vile, Karina Ca-“

            The recording became a garbled mess as another BRRRAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPP spurted out of Emma’s rear. Her usual method of waiting for the stench to peter off before continuing was interrupted by another sound in her ears. Specifically, the noise of heavy boots stomping their way through the foliage. Hearing a series of machetes cutting through the branches, she had to act fast. Unfortunately for her, there only seemed to be one place for her to hide.

            Slipping her way back into the swamp water, Emma paddled through until she came to a series of long reeds. Slipping between the foliage, she submerged herself just low enough to leave only her nose and eyes above the surface. Making sure the plants were properly hiding the rest of her, she watched on as the footsteps eventually reached her position.

            Heralded by a pair of men wielding machetes, the woman looked to be in her mid to late 40s. She was dressed in a leather jacket and pants that had seemed to go through more than just the swamp. Despite the oppressive nature of the environment, her hair black hair dotted with grey streaks was neatly tied together in a long ponytail. This left her face fully visible for both the slight wrinkles around her cheeks and the scar going across her left eye that helped to identify who she was.

            “Doesn’t look like anyone’s here, Miss Karina,” one of the men spoke, the confirmation making Emma’s body churn with fear and indigestion.

            The mature woman let out a groan as she shoved him aside. “Then what do you call this?” she asked, holding up Emma’s abandoned jacket. “Last I checked, snakes don’t shed fabric. There’s obviously someone else here.” Leaning her head in, she winced as she got a whiff of Emma’s odor. “And they reek like rotten garbage by the smell of it.”

            “Think they’ll give us any trouble for the expedition?” the other thug asked, recoiling as the jacket was thrown towards him.

            “I don’t expect much opposition,” Karina replied, getting a closer look at the leftover stems of the mushrooms. “Even if they try to fight us, I’m not worried. After all, Karina Cassidy always finds her target. No matter how many shins she needs to break to do it. Mark my words, we’ll finish up our search before anyone can interfere with our-“

            Emma’s body worked against her as it pushed out another PHHHHRRRTTTTT. Though the flatulence was mostly contained by the water, that didn’t stop some of the gas from escaping via bubbles along the surface. Sinking further down in the water at the cost of sucking up another mouthful of it, she tried to remain as still as possible as she hoped that her stomach would behave for just a bit longer.

            “What was that?” one of the men asked as he readied his machete.

            “You idiot,” the other thug said, giving him a smack to the back of the head. “It’s just swamp gas. You know, that thing the boss told you is the reason you don’t drink the water here?”

            “Enough!” Karina announced, brushing the dirt from her knees as she collected the jacket. “Let’s get a move on before the sun goes down. And don’t forget, you’re on kitchen duty tonight, John. Last thing I want is for us to resort to eating the plant-life around here.”

            As the thugs began to trudge back the way they came, Karina remained in place. Turning back towards the water, she seemed to focus in on where Emma was hiding. With a tilt of her head, the mature woman merely shrugged her shoulders and headed off after the others.

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            “E-Explorer j-journal entry number BWOOOOOORRPP,” Emma belched into her water-logged, and barely functional recorder. As another burp slipped out, at this point she had given up on hiding her outbursts. “Against my b-better judgement, I have decided to UUURRRPP go into a dangerous part of the swamp,” she continued, forced to pause to try and let the gas squeak out of her rear. “I-I don’t know how much time is OOOOUUURRRPPPP left until the villainous Karina steals the treasure,” she whined, as a means of non-directly voicing her displeasure at her current state. “P-probably to sell it off on the black UUUURRRP market. I need to work quickly before that bitch, er, I mean evil doer makes off with a priceless-UGH!”

            Emma was forced to stop herself as she felt the bubbles in her belly sink towards her lower body. Unwilling to give herself away, she strained her eyes with what little moonlight filtered in through the top to seek a hiding spot. Finding shelter by dipping into a pool of swamp water, she clenched her fingers as she let loose with the built-up pressure. While the bubbles managed to contain a good portion of her rippling outburst, a few still managed to rise to the surface. Taking in just a few whiffs of the green gas that escaped the pool, she cursed her own lack of control as she trudged back out.

            As Emma rose up out of her hiding place, she could feel the droplets cascading down her body. The water served to emphasize how tight the suit clinging to her body had become. Thanks to multiple snags and poor attempts to clean her outfit, the rest of her attire had been abandoned. All that remained was the black attire that used to emphasize how toned she kept her body. Now, the suit was more than willing to remind her of her failures by showing off the swollen, watermelon-sized sphere that was her gut.

            Cradling her bloated belly, the explorer shuffled out of the water and back onto the path. Each heavy step was a reminder of her growing addiction to the flashing mushroom. She knew what it was doing, but she could never bring herself to stop. Even if she felt like she was on the brink of popping, the fungus compelled her to keep eating through a drunken daze. What little clarity she could maintain during these stuffing sessions usually came towards the end, where she had to face the fact that she was enjoying being so overstuffed and gassy.

            Belching into her elbow to try and ease her stomach, Emma moved forward with conviction. For the last few days, she had been using Karina’s crew to clear the way for her. Always making sure to follow only when she was downwind, she would try and sneak by in the hopes of catching them off guard. While she didn’t have an exact plan, at the very least she thought she could keep up the pace enough to seize an opportunity for her to grab the treasure.

            Emma’s plan worked a little too well as she drew closer to Karina’s camp. By the time she could hear the clanking of pots and sharpening of knives, she could already see the flickers of multiple campfires nearby. Just as she had suspected, there were no less than a dozen henchman milling around. While Emma thought of herself capable enough to slowly whittle down the numbers with her combat skills, that was before she was left in her encumbered state.

            Keeping a wary distance on the edge of the camp watch out for any patrols, the bloated woman slowly made her way through the trees. Carefully choosing each step and forcing out gas whenever she could cover up the sound, she told herself that she would run back to a hiding spot once she had grabbed something of value. What that something was, she wasn’t entirely sure. All she thought at the moment was that this was her only chance to salvage something from this trip of swamp water and gas-inducing mushrooms.

            Despite the explorer’s cautious steps, she came tumbling down as her foot slipped on a nearby rock. Falling face first into the sticky mud below left her tight suit a mess as she balanced atop her gut. Spitting dirt out of her mouth and wincing at the familiar taste of swamp water, she kept her ears open for any sign that someone had heard her fall. When her eyes cleared up, her fate was sealed by a familiar shimmer of rainbow lights.

            Spotting the suspiciously neat pile of mushrooms laying in her path, Emma didn’t have the opportunity to second guess why they were there. Eyes blinded once more by her own addiction, she eschewed trying to stand up in favor of crawling towards the feast. Dragging her gut through the mud along the way, she didn’t notice the sound of footsteps getting closer. They were something she could deal with after she ate her fill.

            Emma’s tore into the fungi like a wild beast as soon as she got close enough. Though she had to wobble back and forth on her belly in order to reach every morsel, it was more than worth the effort. The drunken-like status that overtook her body made her lose control of the BWOOOOOOORRRRPPs that leaked out of her lips to add a green haze to her surroundings. With added gas coming from her backside with loud PHHHHHRRRRTTTTs, it was no surprise when she became surrounded by the henchman.

            Thanks to the stench created by Emma’s corrupted digestive tract, the goons didn’t dare to approach. Their distance allowed her to fully finish off her meal, with plenty of her trance left to spare. Letting out a satisfied UUUUUURRRPP, she automatically reached into her tight pocket to retrieve her recorder to make another log.

           “Explorer cuisine entry UUUURRRPP one. Result: Mushroom taste very BWOOOOORRPPP good,” Emma belched, finding simple pleasure in her overstuffed belly. “But having such a big, bloated gut is UUUURRPP better,” she added, sliding across the fleshy sphere to produce a PHHHRRRRTTT from her rear. “Hehehe, not to mention stinky. Makes me want these men stop just OOOOUUUUURRRPPP staring and give a good fucking to my … my…”

           Emma’s mind slowly began to clear up as the green gas shifted away. The rainbow swirl in her eyes dissipated to leave her a full view of the reviled henchman surrounding her. Her normalized vision came in time to see Karina step towards her.

            “Well, well, well,” the grinning woman said as she loomed over the young explorer. “What brings you to our little camp?”

            Shifting her eyes back and forth, Emma desperately sought out a way to escape. Surrounded on all sides by the muscular goons, she had no hope of fighting back. The only thing she could do was try to fight against the rising pressure built up by her most recent indulgence. Unfortunately, that was another fight she couldn’t possibly win.

            Gritting her teeth and clenching her fists, the young explorer was forced to let out a deluge of gas through a powerful BRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPP from her backside. The force of the gas expulsion ripped out the seat of her suit to leave her butt crack fully exposed. With nothing left in the way, the green fumes that came pouring out flooded the area once more. While this did work in making the group back off, the rancid stench that attacked Emma’s senses weren’t doing her any favors. Succumbing to both her own fullness and the smell of the gas, her body went limp as she faceplanted into the mud for a post-dinner nap.

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            Emma’s slumber was interrupted by a familiar, yet vile aroma being passed by her nose. As much as she wanted to get away from the stench, she was stuck in place. A few blind wobbles back and forth made it clear why thanks to the ropes binding her to a chair. At most, her struggling only succeeded in jostling around the belly bulge that had torn through the middle of her suit. Upon feeling something press against her lips, her appetite commanded her to open her eyes.

            Just as she had feared, she only had a few moments to see that she was in a tent before they focused on what was in front of her. Leaning her neck forward, she followed the unspoken commands of the mushroom to devour it. Her fast chewing nearly bit into the fingers of the man continuing to hand the fungi over to her. He was just one of several hanging around the tent with smug grins on their faces. Those expressions lasted up until the first BRRRRAAAAAAAPPPP spurted out of her rear.

            In the wake of Emma’s fart, most of the henchman sprinted out of the tent. While the one feeding her tried to keep up his task, a BWOOOOORRRRPPP from her lips proved to much for him. As she reached out for another bite, her feast came to a halt as he dropped the mushroom and ran. The momentary halt to her compelled desire to further bloat up her body was short-lived all thanks to the aid of someone brave enough to step back inside.

            “Here you are,” Karina said, handing off the last chunk of mushroom for her captive to eat, protected by the lingering fumes thanks to the respirator around her face. “You’re a hungry girl, aren’t you?”

            “BWOOOOOOOORRRRRPPP!” was all Emma could respond with, her eyes still a swirling mess of colors to match with her dumb, drooling grin.

            “Here, let me help you wash it down,” Karina said as she hoisted up a bottle of swamp water.

            Chugging the tainted drink, Emma didn’t notice at first the way her belly continued to engorge. The influx of water did wash away part of the mushrooms’ influence, albeit through the use of more gas getting pushed out of her body. While the fog of green gas was bad enough, the true danger laid in her still swelling stomach. The bulge finally revealed the extent of its effects once it grew as large as a barrel and heavy enough to send her crashing through the chair.

            Flopping onto the dirt floor, the impact managed to knock some sense back into Emma. Try as she might to get back to her feet, the lingering haze and her own lethargy kept her at a sloth’s pace. Barely able to get to her knees, she tried in vain to stand up and make a run for it. All that resulted in was her coming plummeting back down on top of her overstuffed belly and further humiliating herself with a PHHHRRRRRRRTTTT from her rear.

            “Yeesh,” Karina said, waving away the fumes that drifted towards her. “No wonder the guys went running. Kind of feel bad about calling them all wusses now.”            “What do you plan to do with BWOOOOOOOORRRPPP me?” Emma asked, trying and failing to roll aside.

            “You mean, other than keep you from getting splinters?” Karina replied, kicking aside the jagged wood leftover from the chair. “Don’t want that belly bulge of yours to get popped. No telling the kind of explosion that would ensue. You’d probably level the entire swamp.”

            The rude remark triggered the semblance of an idea in the young explorer’s head. Purposefully shaking herself back and forth, she attempted to rile up the bubbles inside of her. Fighting against her own sense of shame, she let the pressure release in the form of a powerful BRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP from her rear. The force of the fart widened the hole showing off her butt, along with the remnants of her rotted out panties. Adding a loud OOUUUUUUUURRRRRPPP from her lips to further stir up the green air, her eyes teared up at the stench. As much as she sacrificed for the tactic, all it earned was a groan from her captor.

            “Why aren’t you UUUUUURRRPPP running?” Emma belched with a hint of desperation taking over her voice towards the end.

            “Beside the obvious,” Karina replied, gesturing towards her respirator, “your gas may stink, but it’s not toxic. The only way it could affect us is if we did something stupid like eat one of the Glowgas Shrooms.”

            Thinking for a moment, a shift in Karina’s eyes made it clear that there was a sly grin below her mask.

            “You know, like a certain, inexperience explorer did moments after she arrived here by the look of things,” Karina replied, tapping Emma’s gut with her foot to push out another fart bubble.

            “That’s not UUUUUURRRRP fair,” Emma whined. “The mushrooms had me under their BWOOOOORRRPPP control.”

            “That may be true for the worsening of your condition,” Karina admitted, waving her hand to clear out some of the foul air. “However, that doesn’t excuse your initial tasting. Nor your frankly idiotic decision to accompany with gallons of swamp water. If you’re an explorer, I’m frankly surprised you’ve lasted this long.”

            “Someone had to stop a vile woman like you!” Emma announced, her attempt at playing hero lessened by the PHHHRRRRTTTTT that slipped from her rear. “The last thing I wanted was to get your hands on the UUUUUUUUUURRRRRP treasure!”

            “Wait… is that why you’re in the swamp?” Karina asked. “There is no treasure. The only thing of worth here is a rare bird we’re trying to get footage of. They call it the Treasure Canary.”

            “W-what?” Emma asked, her head spinning more now than when she was under the influence of the fungus.

            “Yeah, a biologist friend of mine called in a favor,” she replied. “Most nature crews don’t want to have to deal with slogging through this place.”

            “T-then what are you going to do with me?” Emma asked.

            “Eh, probably find a way to reverse your condition and send you off,” Karina answered, balancing her foot on the young woman’s back to keep her in place. “But, before that,” she continued, reaching into her pocket to pull out another one of the accursed mushrooms, “we still have a use for you,” she added, shoving the fungus into Emma’s mouth to put her into another drunken daze.

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            Emma’s awakening was a slow and groggy one. While the explorer’s experience with the aftereffects of college parties was still fresh in her mind, she couldn’t recall having such a powerful hangover before. Groggily shifting around to ensure that she was still alive, she still struggled to force her eyes awake. That was until a putrid BRRAAAAAAPPPP from her rear acted as a wakeup call.

            Forcing her eyelids open, Emma saw that she was inside of the same tent as before. The makeshift shelter was sparse with only a box of supplies nearby and the bedroll she was currently laying on. Through her blurry visions and even hazier mind, she could vaguely recall still being in Karina’s clutches. That thought was enough to try and get her up and running to make a daring escape.

            Emma’s burst of speed only resulted in a deluge of gas getting squeezed out of her bare naked bottom with a sputtering PHHHHHRRRRRTTTTTTT. The shroud of green mist that filled the tent was increased by another BWOOOOOOORRPP parting her lips. Through a combination of the outbursts, she began to realize that the blanket had been the only thing covering up her gas-filled body. Mainly, the strange sight that was her stomach.

            The toned mid-section the explorer had once treasured was now nearly as large as she was. The massive sphere awas currently stuck to the ground; releasing more putrid fumes at the slightest touch. Despite the constant leakage of the green mist, the pressure never seemed to fully go away. Looking like she had swallowed a bathtub whole, she began to question how things had gotten so bad. She didn’t have to look far for an answer.

            Peeking out of the crate of supplies was a piece of paper. Crawling her way towards the box, wallowing through her own flatulence along the way, Emma spotted what appeared to be her phone. Recalling how she had to leave behind the device when she abandoned the rest of her supplies, she wondered just how long Karina had been aware of her existence. Grasping at the phone, she paused as she finally got a chance to read the note.

“ENJOY THE VIDEO-Karina”

            Unlocking her phone and scrolling through her videos, Emma was distraught to find a sizable movie recently added to the gallery. The dread in her chest told her to delete it. However, at that moment she needed some kind of distraction from her own indigestion.

            “Hello, young explorer,” Karina said, staring off the video with a wide grin on her face illuminated by the light of a campfire in the middle of the night. “Hope you don’t mind me borrowing your phone for a bit. Your password was extremely easy to guess. I’d highly suggest changing it to something other than 1, 2-“

            Karina’s speech got cut off by an echoing BWOOOOOOOOORRPP.

            “Still so rude,” Karina said with a shake of her head. “Here. Maybe seeing it for yourself will give you some perspective.”

            As the camera was shifted to the side, Emma let her jaw hang open as she realized that she was looking at herself. Unlike her current exposed state, this one was wearing a skimpy dancer’s outfit made out of leaves that emphasized the roundness of her gut. This Emma didn’t seem to have any problem carrying around the massive sphere. While her movements were slow, the look of pure bliss on her face told of how she was able to accomplish the task.

            “Would you like some more mushrooms?” Karina asked.

           “BWOOOOOORRRRPPP yeah,” drunken Emma replied with drool slipping down her chin.

           “Do you enjoy being a bloated, gassy mess?”

           Scrunching her face, drunken Emma unleashed a powerful BRRRRAAAAAAPP. “Yeah, it feels so OOOUUUUUURRRRRPPP good. But getting you to grope my big UUUUUUURRRPPP belly would be even better,” she said, shamelessly belting out the feelings Emma had been trying to suppress.

            “No thank you, but be girl and give us some entertainment,” Karina commanded. “Roscoe, play the music.”

            As soon as the song started to drift through the camp, the inebriated Emma let out an idiotic chuckle. Following the flow of the music, she attempted to shake in rhythm with it. While she certainly had the spirit, her lopsided body didn’t make for the most graceful of movements. Awkwardly waddling back and forth through the mud, each near save from falling on her face was a miracle in itself.

            The already humiliating display became even more mortifying for Emma as she saw her drunken self slap her bloated belly. Summoned by the surrender to its influence, the gas bubbles came spouting out with a deeply unsettling BWOOOOOOOOOOORRRRPPP. Another smack added more gas to the unique display through a blubbery BRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPP that lasted a full minute. Though the henchman were visibly disgusted by the green plume of gas brought about by the performance, they still cheered on up until the drunken dancer lost her footing.

            A slip in a patch of slick mud finally brought an end to the inebriated Emma’s dance. Plopping down onto her belly, she drowned out the end of the song with spurts of gas from both of her ends. Upon hearing clapping coming from her audience, she mirrored the act while wobbling atop her gut. For her reward, the men were more than happy to toss to her dozens of the accursed mushrooms to further fuel her drunk-like state.

            “There’s no real way to cure the Glowgas Shroom’s effect,” Karina explained over the sound of the past Emma’s ravenous eating. “All you can do is try to wait it out. And of course, not eat anymore.”            Waiting just long enough for the drunken Emma to let out another BRRRRAAAAAAAPPPP, Karina turned the camera-view back to her face. “We’ll be heading out tomorrow. Don’t worry, we’ll leave you enough supplies to last you the several days it will take for your bloating to go down. Think of it as a vital lesson from a true explorer to a newbie.” Blowing a kiss to the camera, Karina stopped the recording.

            For a few minutes, Emma could only stare at her reflection in disbelief. As much as she would have liked this time to either reflect on her mistakes or plot revenge against Karina, her belly’s constant rumblings wouldn’t allow it. Stowing away her phone in a safe place, she searched through the crate for any food. What she found was her bundled up jacket attached with another note.

            “A GIFT FROM YOUR BELOVED MENTOR” it read.

            Unwrapping her reclaimed coat set Emma’s eyes on a bottle of cheap booze and her audio recorder. Welcoming the chance to let off some steam, she popped off the cap and guzzled down the liquor. Spurred by the initial buzz of alocohol, Emma turned her recorder on.

           “Rising Explorer Journal Entry BWOOOOORRPPP #1: Despite my best efforts, Karina has gotten away with my prize. Though she has left me UUUUUURRPPPP stranded and with little supplies I will press on,” she continued, having to pause for another PHHHRRRRTTT to rumble out. “Mark my words, I’ll have revenge on that vile woman. Or my name isn’t Emma-OOOOOOUUUURRRRRPPPP!”

            Halfway through the container, the bloated explorer could feel the booze reacting to the lingering mushrooms in her gut. Once more, the fungus-crazed version of herself took full control. Upon drinking up the last few drops, she let out a simple chuckle and smiled before resuming her audio journal.

            “I fucking love BWOOOOOOOORRRPP Karina,” Emma belched into the device. “Because of her, I’m in a OOOOOOOOUUUUUURRRPPPP heaven of tasty UUUUUURRPPP things,” she said, slowly clambering her way outside the tent. “I’ll have to properly BWOOOORRPPP thank her when we run into each other again. Use some of my UUUUURRRPPP intimate skills,” she went on, having to pause from a particularly loud gurgle from her stomach. “But that will be for later. I’m only leaving this swamp after I’ve eaten-“

            The rest of the recording was reduced to a garbled mess thanks to an explosion of flatulence. Further entranced by the remnants of her green miasma, she slowly dragged her way out of the tent. Subjecting the swamp to a cacophony of BWOOOOOORRRRPPPs and PHHHHHRRRRRRTTTTs form both ends, the bloated explorer sought out more Glowgas Mushrooms to further fuel her “insightful” journal entries.