PPPPPHHHHHHHRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT!
“Oh God, They’re looking at me aren’t they?” Rachel asked Harold, ass she cringed at the sound and smell of her fart.
“Rachel, even if you didn’t fart, you’re 7 feet tall, overweight, and dressed kinda trashy. They were gonna stare either way,” Harold smiled.
“Whatever, let’s just get to that wishing well, and see if we can fix this mess,” Rachel grumbled as she redoubled her efforts to get back to the wishing well, accidentally farting as she passed Harold. “Sorry.”
Rachel grabbed Harold by the sleeve and pulled him to the top of the hill, where she immediately fell to her knees in a cloud of flatulence. “Where’s the well?” Harold asked looking around the empty hilltop.
“It’s gone,” Rachel started to cry, “It’s gone, and I’m stuck as a fat farting giant forever!”
“Don’t say that,” Harold tried to comfort her by rubbing her back, but Rachel’s sobbing caused a fart bubble to dislodge and come blasting out of her ass undoing any comfort he was providing.
“So what do I do now?” Rachel asked as she rose back to her feet, making the 6 foot tall Harold feel very small all of a sudden.
“What do you want to do?” Harold gulped, feeling very insignificant all of a sudden, but also very turned on all of a sudden. “Do you want to go look for another wishing well?”
“Honestly, what I really want to do right now is get something to eat,” she told him feeling slightly guilty when looking down at her newly developed paunch. “Is that wrong?”
“No, I guess not,” Harold shrugged, “What do you want to eat?”
“Spicy Thai food,” she said sheepishly.
“Rachel, that’s only going to make you fart harder, and smellier. You sure you still want Thai food?”
Rachel opened her mouth to answer and cut another deep resonating fart. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth to speak again, “Yes.”
“Okay I guess, but I think it might be a mistake.”
“I know, but I can’t help it. I want my farts to smell worse all of a sudden. What did this wish do to me?”
“I don’t know.” Rachel farted again. “I really don’t know,” Harold fanned his face.
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