“Jesus, did you smell that guy fart?” Ariel asked as she exited the coffee shop with her friend Emma. Ariel was a little on the short side but had a nice plentiful bosom, bordering on a large C cup, but her most defining features were her ass and thighs. They were uncommonly big and thick. Her butt stuck out in a shelf like bubble butt and was about 150% wider than her shoulders, and her thighs were appropriately thick as well. She liked to wear spandex and tight leggings in order to show them off, always outwardly complaining of their size but secretly delighting in their plushness and attention drawing beauty. She was particularly proud about how there was no cellulite to be found on them when most women would be covered in it.
Ariel worked with adults with autism, through a community program in the city. She had started off nice enough and very personable with her coworkers, but had quickly proven to be a back stabber and gossip. She had alienated many of her coworkers, but held the favor of her bosses and used it to make other’s lives difficult. Her only friend at work was Emma, who maintained this status mostly because of obligation and a fear she would be Ariel’s next target.
“You shouldn’t make fun Ariel,” Emma tried to change the subject.
“What? Emma did you smell that thing? What kind of loser rips a fart like that in public?” Ariel continued to mock. Something she would live to regret for a long, long time, because behind her as she exited was the old gypsy woman. And with Brian having just saved her form being hit by a car, she was none too forgiving of Ariel’s comments.
“How dare you young lady!” the gypsy woman screamed. “That boy just saved my life and now you have the nerve to criticize him for farting?”
“Oh my God, I am so sorry,” Ariel apologized. It was a move she had done many times in the past, pretend to be innocent and sweet to throw some body off the bitch she really was. “I didn’t mean to offend, I’ll watch what I say from now on,” she smiled, a smile that was as fake as wrestling.
“Do you think I’m stupid?” the gypsy asked, now insulted on top of everything. “You know what, that boy is about to have all his wildest dreams come true, and have the most epic, if smelly of lives. Why don’t you suffer a nightmare of lives, and learn to watch what you say and not to judge?”
“What do you mean by that?” Ariel asked haughtily, when all of a sudden her butt cheeks parted with a deafening noise, and a smell worse than any dumpster.
“You are cursed my dear,” the gypsy smiled.
“You cursed her? Just like that?” Emma asked snapping her fingers, as Ariel turned beet red form her “little” gaseous display.
“Do you want some to?”
“No! I’m good, I’m good,” Emma back pedaled as the gypsy smiled and began to be on her way.
“Wait! You cant’ do this to me!” Ariel yelled after her as her ass cut another ripe and nasty fart.
“I just did,” the gypsy called back smiling.
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