"F-finally…! I didn’t think I could hold it in much longer…" Oz moaned as he reached his motel room. After being on the road for a few weeks eating nothing but gas station food, he had finally managed to settle in a decent motel to stay in, and once he checked in, everything he had eaten was starting to hit all at once.

"Hnnngh…"

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The sound of two whoopee cushions going off filled the room as Oz pushed out his first pent-up fart into the room, his cheeks wobbling like the finest gelatin made by man.

“Ahh… T-That did it..."

Oz panted, planting his large, shapely rear on his bed before shyly lifting a leg up to crack off two loud, tuba blasts in the room, making his plush cheeks wobble from the vibrations.

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"O-Oh man... Sorry, guys..."

He blushes as the phobias on his body retracted their little faces, covering their mouths in order to prevent the rotten smell from seeping in.