A feast, and then a mess.

A gainer woman is taking a walk in the city when she sees a nice pizza restaurant. She goes inside and eats 2 pizzas, a two liter, and 3 servings of bread sticks. She is extremely gassy and burping throughout her stuffing session. She quickly gets up and leaves when she feels gas bubbles moving through her stomach. But before she can make it to her house, she doubles over in the street and let's put all of her stinky farts. She poops in her pants.

The city lights smeared into a dull glow as Gina hurried, her stomach churning like a stormy sea. Luigi's Pizzeria loomed up, the aroma of garlic and tomato sauce beckoning her inside. She slid into a booth, her face flushed with a mix of hunger and embarrassment. A waitress approached, and Gina ordered quickly, a voice barely above a whisper: two large pizzas, a two-liter soda, and three servings of breadsticks. The waitress's eyebrows shot up, but Gina couldn't meet her gaze. Gina began to eat, her cheeks burning as she took enormous bites. She chewed hastily, the dough sticking to the roof of her mouth. Her stomach gurgled and roiled, each bubble of gas sending a wave of heat through her body. She could feel her stomach slowly expanding with each pound of food she shoved down her throat, stomach spilling out of her shorts and onto her thighs. She took up an entire booth seat at his rate. She swallowed hard, trying to ignore the discomfort. She washed it down with gulps of soda, the burn of carbonation mixing with the grease, making her belly rumble even more. A loud burp escaped her, and she clapped a hand over her mouth, mortified. Her stomach heaved again, and she could feel the pressure building, insistent and uncomfortable. She shifted in her seat, her face beet red. Suddenly, a pressure against her anus. She clenched and prayed, but her efforts were futile—a wet, nasty fart pushed out, the stench filling the small space around her. She froze, humiliated beyond measure, but no one seemed to notice. Or maybe they were just too polite to comment. She cringed, her hands trembling as she shoved more food into her mouth, desperate to fill the void but only making the pressure worse. The sensation in her belly was urgent then, a hot, swollen feeling that made her squirm where she sat. She threw some cash on the table and hurried out, her steps quick and awkward. The night air was cool, but it did nothing to soothe the inferno in her gut. She walked fast, but her body betrayed her. Halfway down the block, she felt another pressure against her hole, but this was different. Something hard, bulging and fighting the stretch her anus wide. Gina's eyes went wide, and she continued walking (which was closer to a waddle now) down the street as fast as her swollen legs could take her. Her ass hole was as tight as it could get, but still, it wasn't enough. After just 15 seconds, Gina couldn't take the burning anymore. A series of bubby, hot farts erupted from her, each one more pungent than the last, the stench thick and suffocating. She looked around wildly, people staring and whispering. A hot flush rose to her cheeks and she wished no more then to disappear. But when she stood up again, she was devastated. A warm, soggy, heaviness in her pants. She'd lost control, right there in the open. She could feel the mess, squelching and swaying in her shorts as she walked. Her steps slow and heavy, each foot bearing the weight of her shame. Her face was on fire, her body a mess, and all she could do was put one foot in front of the other, desperate to get home.

Focus on the sensations, make it more passionate, make her feel embarrassed about how much she eats and her gas throughout the story

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