Your out of money, so your gonna have to float some checks. You put a Artic pop, a large family sized bottle of cultspread along with some hamMeat and FactoryBread into your cart. A pack of smokes while your bouncing your check. You go behind the store. Its so hot you feel like laying under a car and sleeping, slowly baking into the parking lot like a human pot pie. Instead you pop open the Artic Pop. The drink gets icy fast when you shake it up. You guzzle in and you get so cold you have to dance about rubbing your arms. Now for the main course. You eat and eat and eat. Sandwich and sandwich. Until all the bread n spread are gone. The meat went earlier. You are so stuffed and comfy. Waves of dirty tickle tingles floating around your body as the chemicals spread.
You start walking towards work. By the time you get there it will be about time to go home. Your belly is swelling fast. Your swear your ear just farted. You open your mouth and a quavering mouse call of a non stop belch comes out. You can't release the gas build up fast enough. Even people driving by are stopping to stare. Now the rectal gas. You are filling up so fast it at first seals your ass tight. your belly bloats so bad red lines of burst veins are appearing. Your screams are chunky with grey pulsing vomit. Your asshole rips open like a exit wound as the gas escapes. Your anal lining is tore up bad and bleeding freely. You fall to the ground constantly shifting positions. Trying to find a angle to lay that's bearable to die in. You don't but you still die.