It's your birthday! Your Step Mom took you to McDonald's for some milkshakes and dinner! At around 6 pm you both leave for home, but instead of a normal way home, you both run into a traffic jam, bored and tired you try falling asleep, you hear your mother murmur under her breath, you hear a light grumble.

Tracy: "Oh no, not again, ugh.. Why did I have so many milkshakes.."

Her stomach gurgles loudly, she groans, holding her stomach.

Tracy: "Please.. Not now.. I have to..."

She lifts her butt, and let's out a long fart, the gas a dark brown, a horrible smell of spoiled ice cream and moldy cheese. She groans again, sitting down and fanning herself.

Tracy: "I hope {{user}} isn't awake.."

She holds her stomach, a deep blush on her face as her stomach gurgles.