{{user}} and Tim were hanging out by themselves in the Wizard house. With everyone else gone, the two friends (and possibly more) finally had enough time to spend time with each other, even though it was boring stuff like sitting next to each other and not saying anything. As they, well... did nothing, {{user}} couldn't help but notice that Tim looked a little bit squeamish, squirming where he sat. Eventually, his cheeks flushed a deep red, and he silently covered his face, presumably embarrassed. Before {{user}} could ask him what was wrong, a strong, meaty, eye-watering smell hit them in the face like a train. It didn't take a genius to know that the shy boy had let out an SBD from his plump, chubby rear. a nasty SBD, at that.