It was a dark and stormy night in Gryphonstone, the soft pattering of rain dripping upon the rooftops of the little town. Many of the inhabitants have folded in for the night and mostly were asleep. One house in particular seemed to be more lively than most did at this time of night, while the rain poured down harder as the night progressed. Inside the small home, some commotion could be heard from inside.

A lone resident occupied the small space, seemingly cluttered about in the fridge of said residence, perhaps in search of refreshments. Many bottles and cans were discarded and tossed out, clattering to the ground and rolled elsewhere. The occupant was growing impatient, and grumbled as they slammed the door shut with a loud clatter from inside and made their way towards a lone table, flopping themselves down while resting their chin upon the table. 

This inhabitant was a brown gryphon with white feathers and a yellow beak and talons, female. This gryphon was widely known as Gilda to the locals of this community, known for her grumpy gryphon attitude. Gilda snorted a bit and, after a few moments, would stand up and look around the area, drumming her talons on the table. Something caught her eye on the counter,causing her tongue to hang out.

There, a partially eaten scone that she didn’t finish earlier sat there, next to a cylinder can of unknown substance. Making short work of the scone, she exhaled in relief as she quickly consumed it. Then there was this can. She picked it up an examined it closely, inspecting the ridges on the sides and the smooth top. Certainly, there was something good in this unopened can and luckily, it had a pull tab on the top. The brown gryphon grabbed the tab and quickly ripped the top off in one swift movement, and peered inside. There was some lumpy brown beads that resembled beans, though she couldn’t recall whether she got any canned beans or not. It appeared to be baked pinto beans in sweet sauce.

The hungry gryphon’s stomach growled, demanding more to satisfy the appetite. She shrugged and lifted the can to her mouth and proceeded to dump the entire can into her beak, swallowing it all down in one satisfying gulp. “Ah, that hit the spot!” Exclaimed Gilda as she made her way towards the living room to rest for the night. Her stomach gurgled a bit, but she paid no attention when she laid on her side and begun to drift off into slumber.

Soon, Gilda would wake upon hearing the sound of thunder, yawned and stretched after standing up and out of bed. Her belly grumbled, prompting her to grasp her midsection and groan a bit. “Ooooh...that stuff I ate isn’t sitting well with me...what the hay was it, anyways?” Gilda said as she looked around, finding a ripped label on the ground.

Bending down, she would then grasp the little piece of paper and begun reading it while scratching her head, a little puzzled at the illegible print on it. She could make out one single word. “Beans?” She pondered, looking at this label quizzingly.  She didn’t exactly remember getting any beans of any sort while she was out grocery shopping yesterday. She barely minded at any rate, due to it somewhat satisfying her hunger pains. Nonetheless, she shrugged and tossed the label into a trash can. “It’s probably nothing... not like a little bit of baked beans will cause me much trouble.” She said to herself confidently, looking around.

Gilda’s stomach grumbled some more. “I must be still hungry...gotta keep up my Gryphon strength.” She said to herself, flexing briefly before she looked towards her pantry, seeing lots of canned foods. Not quite reading the labels, nor did she really care, since all she wanted was food, she placed twenty-four unopened cans of food and opened four of them. She turned away and grabbed a bowl before dumping the contents of two of them, one of them was done sort of vegetable and the other looked similar to the beans she ate earlier.

Grasping all the other cans, she quickly made short work and opened the rest then dumped twelve of them in the bowl, filling it to the brim. She still had twelve opened cans of food, to which she swallowed down one of the cans of foods first, not even checking to see what she ate. It seemed to be the leafy vegetable with some sort of salty juice. She liked it, so she slammed another can down with an audible gulp. “Mmhh... I’m hungrier than I thought!” She said before taking the remainder cans and started downing them one after another, making short work of the twelve cans of food in less than a minute. Can after can, her tummy had yet to feel satisfied.

Soon the last can was emptied down her gullet, prompting a small burp. Her stomach still grumbled for food. She remembered that there was a full bowl of food from earlier, turning towards it. She shrugged and grabbed the whole bowl before quickly tilting it towards her open maw, sloppily begun to chug down the sloppy concoction of messy food, getting some on her cheeks. 

Grlp, grlp, slurp, slurp.

Each chug came with a pause for a moment to breathe before she would continue to down this whole bowl, her belly grumbling louder. After thirty seconds, the bowl was just about licked clean before it was placed down. Gilda burped loudly before looking around.

Bleeeuuuurrrrp!

Gilda sighed a bit as she patted her tummy, wiping her face clean before examining two of the cans. One of them was, indeed, the same type of beans from earlier. The other one, however, was something different. The label suggests it was pickled cabbage and asparagus with garlic, onions and tomatoes, salted and peppered for seasonings in a vinegar brine. She blinked and shrugged, tossing the cans in the recycling bin. “It’s just protein and fiber...what’s the worst thing that could happen?” She said, looking down at her tummy, appearing a little rounder than usual.

Shrugging, she looked around the cabinet for more stuff, noticing a small bottle. She blinked and grasped it, scratching her head as she stared at it, puzzled. It was a clear bottle with no label and some purple liquid inside. Behind it was a note. Upon further examination, she saw the words, which read the following. “My warning, this note will surely heed. For one sip, and you will definitely feed. This is a very strong potion, that will put your stomach in motion. Have a single splash, away is where your hunger will dash. However, have a whole bunch, all day and night, you will surely munch. Use with care, as you might fill with air, fore your gut surely will put you in a rut. The potion will effect your lower belly, making it feel like a sack of jelly. A side effect which fills you with your own gas, of which you will be forced to pass. You will not be torn apart, but you will surely fart.” The signature seemed to be something scribbled on the paper. 

Gilda stares at the note for a moment blankly, before ripping the note off and tossed it to the side. “Fah...what does some note mean, anyways? It’s probably just trying to scare me...well, I got news for you. I ain’t scared! I am quite thirsty, though.” Failing to recognize the urgency of her situation, she quickly opened the lid and downed the whole bottle and tossed it in the waste bin. 

Smacking her mouth a bit, she stuck her tongue out. “Blegh! It tastes like soapy dish water!” She exclaimed before she yawned and laid down on the floor on her back, quickly falling asleep and snoring loudly. Little did she know, her body was busy while she slept, creating lots of gas and air inside of her that made her belly round out gradually, expanding to twice the size as previously to that of the size of a beach ball, about thirty inches.

Over the course of two hours, her rear end and her stomach churned, creating lots of gas inside of her. She groaned and woke up from the massive discomfort she felt while sleeping and looked at her belly with her eyes widened. “Huh? Whoa!” She exclaimed as she saw how fast her stomach was growing. Her lower gut was gurgling and was in great pain. “Ooooooooh! I-I gotta let it rip!” She exclaimed as she lifted her left back leg and grunted, pushing a little bit.

Only, she could not pass gas. She strained harder, trying to push it out. “Hngh! C-come on! Just come out so I can go back to sleep!” She complained, to no avail. Watching her belly expand so much, to the point her rear end begun to expand at a rapid pace as well, something had to be done. “I...can’t...fart! Th-this... is not good...” she exclaimed, now straining as hard as she can, both hind legs raised and her tail flicked, starting to sweat. “Hnnnnnnnnngh! Come...oooooooon!” She strained to push hard but nothing was coming out. She soon ceased straining and panted, her rear growing to triple the size previously, from her original size all the way up to sixty inches wide, per cheek. Her belly seemed double that and rather taut, to about one-hundred-and-twenty inches round

Sweating profusely, she then stood up quickly and clenched the ground hard while arching her back. “Okay...one...two...three!” She exclaimed, now pushing as hard as she could, straining and groaning as she tried to force herself to pass all this gas out to alleviate the pain and discomfort. “C-come on...nnnngh! Almooooooooost...!” She grunted out before she collapsed on her belly, causing it to groan loudly and expand faster, the gasses building up faster the more she strained. 

“O-oh no! I-I better fix this!” She said as she spread her wings to fly, before her belly growled again. “But first...” she said before looking into her cabinet again, noticing she had more scones from earlier. She pulled them out and spread them on the counter, sniffing at them. “Mmmm....I-I shouldn’t...but I’m soooo hungry.” She whined before grasping the whole tray and scarfed them all down effortlessly in a matter of moments, filling some of her belly up. A small burp escaped out, “Aahh...better. Still...I should figure out what is going on.“ With that, she flapped her wings and took flight.

Her stomach growled loudly, demanding more food as she flew. Gilda slowly approached Ponyville and looked around. A vendor was occupied with stocking produce and all she saw was lots of cans of goods and some fruits and vegetables along with something liquid in a pot, likely for serving. Waiting until the vendor was not looking, she quickly snagged the cart and ran off with it, tossing over a bag of bits that would, hopefully, cover the costs of everything, including the cart. All she wanted was the pain to stop and she was going to let nothing stop her. She wheeled it into the nearby forest, opened up the supplies and went wide-eyed. She drooled at the many cans of foods, the different cakes and scones galore. 

Wasting no time, she downed a whole vanilla cake and some apple pie, particularly fond of the fritters and scones. After what seemed like an hour, she noticed this pot of liquid. She opened it up and scratched her head a little, noticing brown beads floating around in it. Looking on the side, there was a ladle, to which had the words “bean ladle” on it. She stared at it, puzzled for a moment before sniffing at it. “Mmhh...beans? Wait...” She said as she looked at the side of the pot, of which it said “soup” on it. Standing back up straight, she nodded a bit. “Bean soup, huh? Haven’t had this in a long time. Wait...” she said again, getting another idea. “If I eat this whole pot, I will for sure fix this problem!” She said in reference to her bloating and inability to create emissions.

Wasting no further time, she grasped the whole ten gallon container and begun chugging down the whole pot of bean soup with audible gulps. Chug by chug, her belly begin to fill up with the bean soup, satisfying her hunger slightly. The pot was about half way empty before she pulled back to breathe, panting a bit with beans all over her face for two minutes before she resumed her consumption. In a matter of thirty minutes, the pot was completely empty before she sat down and groaned. “Ooooooh...that was good, but...I’m so...backed up...” she said as she clenched her claws and strained hard enough to cause her to sweat, veins on her forehead begun to bulge out, trying to force out her gas to no avail. "Come oooon...comeoncomeoncomeoncomeoncomeon...augh..." She exhaled sharply and begun listening to her stomach groan louder, now the gas built up faster by double, her rear now ballooned to eighty inches per cheek, with her belly now reaching two-hundred inches wide. Her eyes widened as she strained again harder and harder to let it rip, having no luck while her abdomen gurgled so loud, it sounded like screeching. Gilda groaned as she rubbed her belly, feeling lots of pain.

“It...didn’t work?! Ooooh...Can’t I just find an antidote or something?” She pondered, ignoring her stomach for now. She remembered the note, instantly thinking of a certain zebra near Ponyville that she has obtained herbs from in the past. “Aha! If anypony can fix this, it’s gotta be her!” She exclaimed with a confident smirk. Without wasting much time, she got up and begun to fly towards where she thought her hut was, now experiencing great pain with every movement. It took her a moment to remember where the pony folks said she would be. Once she saw the hut, however, she would instantly know. It had been several hours of growth by the time she had left her house and she has yet to pass gas, even though she would really like to at this point, she cannot and thus, must suffer until she can get to the zebra’s hut. 

A few hours had passed, prompting her size to double.  Her rear was now two hundred inches per cheek and her belly was the ridiculous size of four hundred inches wide and was so tight, her tummy was smooth but still slightly bouncy. She groaned loudly as the pain was becoming too much for her, wanting nothing more than to release it all right now. A small hut inside the forest was seen from above, prompting her to land. She got to the front door and frantically knocked with her slightly puffed talons.
The door slowly opened to reveal the aforementioned zebra from before, the small hut seeming rather small compared to her. She stared at the gryphon with a blank expression. "Stranger at my home, out of the blue. Is there something Zecora can do for you?" Asked the striped equine, to which Gilda almost blurted out. "Yeah, hi. I have a bit of an issue right now..." She said as she revealed her large body to the tribal zebra. Zecora blinked and stared at the inflated gryphon., already knowing her issue. "You have drank the potion provided without a single given care. Now you have inflated with lots of noxious, gaseous air." She said before stepping out of her hut to fully examine Gilda, rubbing on her flank and testing her tautness. "H-how do I cure this curse?" Gilda asked, sweating as her body grew slightly right in front of her, making her body tight and somewhat shiny. Zecora hummed a bit, responding. "An antidote is what you are needing, for this curse of the endless feeding." She replied before walking into her hut for a moment, leaving the gryphon alone.

Gilda waited for what seemed like hours, prompting her body to get even tighter and grow slower and slower, creaking and groaning. "H-hurry!" She exclaimed. Moments later, Zecora emerged from her hut carrying a flask. "You are only blocked up, no need to whine and cry. You just need to be unblocked, you're not about to die." She stated before she approached Gilda's front and stared at her. "You were just unfortunate, that is for sure. You must drink from this, which is the cure." She said as she opened the flask and placed it into Gilda's mouth, pouring the contents and making her drink down the whole thing. Gilda let out a small burp and looked from left to right. "N-nothing's happening...you said this would work!" She exclaimed, her body now groaning and churning, causing her tail to twitch. "It will take some time, that is for sure. Within a few moments, you will have the cure." She replied, to Gilda's displeasure. "I-I'm getting bigger! D-do something!" Gilda panicked, her tail twitching.

Zecora chuckled and patted Gilda on her head. "Do not to panic, you will know what to do. Trust me when I say, you will not break in two." She said before shifting behind Gilda and noticed her tail was twitching rapidly, before quickly scurrying towards Gilda's line of view again."What do I need to do?" Asked Gilda, seeming rather worried.  "The antidote is working, it won't be long. Soon, your back end will be singing a song!" She chortled out before petting her head.  "Do Zecora a favor and try not to go mad. Believe me when I say this, you must fart, super bad." She said as Gilda nods, sweating. "I-I have been trying-oouugh..." She said before extra groaning could be heard. "I...can feel it coming..." She said as her flanks begun to rumble to which Zecora gasped and quickly tried to shove Gilda the opposite way. "Don't do that here, you must be mad. I do not wish for it to end bad." She said, successfully shoving her a great distance away before bunkering down inside of her hut.

"Here...it...comes...! HNGH!" Gilda bit her lip as she felt her insides groaning painfully loud, pushing as hard as she physically could. After a moment of hesitation, Gilda unleashed an enormously gargantuan explosion of toxic gas that begun to violently rush out of her backside in one huge fart that quickly propelled her forward, completely wrecking Zecora's hut in the process as she plowed through many trees and Zecora's hut.

KRA-KOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!

BRRRRAAAAUUURRRRPLLLLRRRRTHHHHAAAARFFFFSSSS!!!!!!!!

Gilda's limbs flailed as she soared through the skies, soaring higher, propelled by her own back-blasts with a rediculous amount of force that seemed to endlessly expell and spew out of her rump with so much force, that it started to make her flanks flap rapidly and her tail hole sore. All she could do now is ride it out, while covering the whole forest in a thick foghorn-like fury of cheek-flapping stinky gryphon plot. The gryphon was on a trip she would most likely not forget for a long time, nor will any of the other gryphons in town once they return.

Gilda's wafts only got harder, flailing her limbs as she soared through the skies, whailing as her plot had gas to spare, polluting the whole forest with the smell of a thousand gassy gryphons, all erupting out of just one over gassy commom grypnon. Sure, it felt amazing finally releasing all that pressure, but she now had no control on her flight pattern, blasting higher and further into the skies, so much so that she begun to soar out of the forest and directly into Ponyville.

"I...can't stoooop! Look oooout!" She exclaimed before she made it to Ponyville, plowing through several houses and a few sheds. In Ponyville, the residents beheld the oddest spectacle any of them had ever seen, as a brown gryphon soared over head carrying with her an absolutely putrid odor and a terrible sound.

BLLLLRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOUUUUMPH!!!!

After some time, she begun to use her wings to somewhat guide herself from town and back towards the forest, covering the town in her vile essence that smelled like putrid, rotten food from months ago. All the residents of Ponyville had to hide and cover their noses, taking refuge inside their homes to escape the horror of the gass bag of a gryphon.

Soon she reached the all-too familiar Everfree Forest, still erupting an explosive, long fart from her backside ferociously. From town, one could imagine the view was similar to a sideways mushroom cloud was exiting town, as if the very earth itself was farting. Surrounding trees and boulders were probably uprooted and sent downwind in the fury of her plot. She then made a dive by angling herself midflight and crashed into the Everfree Forest, where she piled through many trees and got caught by a rather large tree that wrapped around her tail, where she would be left, farting as hard and as long as she could in that one area, in hopes that the tree would survive the ordeal.

Many hours turned into days, her explosion of flatulence not ceasing anytime soon, as she remained the same size since the gas just kept building back up, continuing to replenish itself once Gilda had farted out a significant amount. A crater begun to form in the ground where Gilda had been farting, since she was farting so hard, it was pulling her upwards but thanks to her tail, she was kept from blasting off. Very soon, those days turned into many weeks of pure gas that poluted just about everything within two miles. Gilda was starting to get exhausted from the thousands of gallons upon gallons of pure tail wind blasting.

After a month or two of rocket-propulsion-like flatus, the tree was almost completely uprooted. Lucky for Gilda she had deflated down to a managable level. Gilda's belly was slow to deflate but would eventually, slowly shrink down to normal size. Her rump then begun to shrink much quicker, down to almost all the way down. They still looked quite large but were quite managable, only fourty inches per flanks. Her rear finally begun to sputtered out and halted once seventy-five percent of the gas left her body, allowing her form to fall limp on the ground, and her skin to appear saggy. Pulling her skin back together until it was smooth, she begun curling herself up into a ball on the ground, and shivered, feeling rather cold, and ashamed of what she just did. "Well..at least nopony was around to see it...oogh..." Gilda groaned, letting out one more final, loud, bassy, 30-second fart that echoed through the entire city and beyond.

FRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAPBLRPHPT!!!!

With that, almost all the gas had left her system, safe for a few larger bubbles, of which was minor compared to her previous state. Nightfall quickly emerged as she laid there, staring up at the sky. "Can't go back home tonight...I think I'll stay here for now." She said, too ashamed to go back home. Just about everywhere she flew was contaminated with her stink, the air so condensed and humid, brown and green clouds of fog floated around, of which would take days to dissipate."Could be worse...at least I'm in one piece." She said before curling up tighter into a ball, a couple more poots escaping her rear, confirming that her body was spent of gas...for now.

Prrrrrrrrrrrrt, prrrrrrrrt.