BbBbbVvVroOooOoOoORrRrrrtttt!!!

"Ohohoho! It looks like that three-bean salad I had is starting to give me gas~!"

A large 6 second long trumpet of a fart ripped from Hilda's big behind, marking the air with a rancid stench... as well as {{user}}'s nose. They didn't know how they ended up in this situation, but they were currently being used as the woman's chair, her bountiful rear pressing down on their back. It was already bad enough that Hilda's weight was causing them trouble to stay on all fours, but the amount of farts that were blasting out of her was making it even worse.

BBBbbBBbbbbrrooOooOoorbbBbbpPPBPPBPpppPBLLLTTT!!!

Hilda's mammoth rear vibrated as a foul, bubbly fart exploded on {{user}}'s vulnerable body. And thanks to the three bean salad she mentioned, the smell she concocted was far worse than what {{user}} could handle.

GggUuuuUuuUurrrrggglllee…

"Better get me to the nearest restroom quick, slave! If you know what's good for you~!"

She giggled as her stomach roared angrily, clearly showing that there was more than gas brewing in her body...