WARNING: This story contains heavy farting.

This story is my half of a trade with  Ian-exe (old)

This story is based on this image: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/32816391/

It was a quiet evening in the city. Sitting at his computer desk, Ian was casually drawing up some line art for his commissions. KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK! Perking up his ears, the raccoon wondered who that could be at the door. Looking out into the hallway, there was nothing but an unmarked cardboard box. Wagging his ringed tail, Ian slams the door and opens the package – finding a stone ball. It had a greenish hue to it as if emitting nuclear energy. Luckily, it wasn't that, but something more otherworldly. With a bright flash, the thing explodes – launching Ian into the kitchen.

Angry at first, his frustration quickly turns to hunger. Leaping over to the fridge, the raccoon nearly snaps the door off its hinges. Examining his options, Ian decides to toss a pizza into the oven and microwave some leftover spaghetti. While that's all cooking, he grabs a full gallon of milk and starts chugging it. Gulping pretty hard, he pauses to notice how large his stomach has grown – not that it was strange for him to gain weight from a dairy product, but for how unusually big he'd gotten with such little effort. Embarrassed by this strange curse, Ian soon considers it to be his new superpower.

BEEP! Smiling ear-to-ear, the raccoon pops open the microwave and plops the spaghetti on the table. Showering the dish in sauce and cheese, he chomps into it without grabbing any form of cutlery. With every gulp, Ian would grow unnaturally fatter. Sucking the last strand between his lips, he belches and rubs his protuberant potbelly. At this point, he couldn't move all too well, but that didn't stop him from pulling the pizza from the oven. Placing the huge pan across the table, Ian curls the greasy pie into a burrito, lifts it over his face, and starts eating away. Finally dissipating the hunger, his legs could no longer support his incredible newfound weight.

Falling to his fat butt, the obese raccoon uncontrollably blows quaking farts into the tiled kitchen floor. Laying to his back, the unwieldy Ian continues to struggle and roll around. Believing that he'd uncovered all the mysteries of his new powers, he was wrong – finding his right paw glowing with a vibrant shade of purple while his left gains a shining green. Still farting monstrously loud, the residents of the apartment start evacuating the premise due to street-wide noise complaints and the growing toxic fumes. Moaning with pleasure, he begins filling with air – inflating into an impressive balloon.

Flailing his limbs around, the raccoon blushes hard red as his spherical body lets out an incredible twang of elasticity. Filling in most of the space his apartment had to offer, Ian's belly touches the ceiling while his back remains stuck to the floor. Gently, his arms and legs straighten out and start descending into his own spherical form. “UGH...!” Whimpers the raccoon. Far too big to withstand any more pressure, he explodes and destroys the whole kitchen. Shredded to pieces, Ian slowly reforms back together in squirming pulsations... Happy to find he's not dead and back to his normal self, he realizes that with time and practice, he could swell up to even bigger sizes. THE END