Hey, did you know?
There’s 96 liters of gas packed into one of those little camping stove canisters.
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Tnk.
The coach set a small gas canister on the floor — the kind you’d find in a camping stove.
“Here’s today’s menu. All of you, empty this.”
Kchk… Psssshhhhh
“Ngh…!”
“Ah…!!”
“Uuh…!”
Ten bodies jolt off the tiles at once.
Blup… blup…
“Haah… has it ever made that sound before…?”
“W-wait… this much…?”
“Agh…! My belly…!”
The branching hoses feed every one of them the same pressure, without exception.
The softer bodies swell first, their bellies rising high.
Organs cry out under the sudden expansion, and the tightness turns to pain in an instant.
“It hurts…! It hurts, it hurts…!!”
“Guh…! Gwaah…!!”
“Hah… haah…! I-it hurts…!”
Sweat beads on their foreheads as they clench their teeth, desperate for any relief.
Straining the swollen bellies, they force the gas back into the hoses.
“Hgk…!? Gwaah…!?”
“No…! Stop…! It hurts…!!”
“S-someone…! Help…!”
Those on the receiving end brace their own bellies in turn.
The gas passes back and forth between them, ten bellies rising and falling like bellows.
The coach kept a hand on the valve, watching in silence.
