The pressure in both Cyrus' stomach and butt were increasing, more and more - it was clear that what he was going to unleash would be quite the massive blast. As Cyrus' stomach gurgled and rumbled, and the gas built up in his system, Cyrus could feel his butt cheeks begin to quiver, as if in anticipation of what was about to happen.
Then, suddenly, it all came shooting out, all at once, in a single large, continuous fart.
BBBRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTT!!!BRRRRRrrr rrrrrraaaaaaaaaaappphht.... brrrrp....
Cyrus's pent-up flatulence was fierce, and strong - it nothing but a consistent stream of gas that had lasted for an entire uninterrupted thirty seconds. As soon as Cyrus' farting began, he immediately uncrossed his arms, instead putting both hands on his stomach - all that gas was starting to make his stomach ache. His butt rumbled and shook the hole time he was breaking wind, and Andaret's room was quaking ever so slightly - the sheer force alone was enough to blow the doors to her room wide open, as Cyrus was standing only a few feet in front of them, making the sound echo down throughout the halls. Neither Andaret or Cyrus could see it, but the noise of his flatulence ringing throughout the castle caused many within to turn their heads and wonder what it could possibly be.
BRRRRRrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaappphht.... brrrrp....
Finally, as the thirty seconds came to a close, and Cyrus' farts petered out and the tension that was placed on both his belly and his rear had settled - his first fart as a Stinker was unquestionably massive.
Throughout the entire sequence, neither Cyrus or Andaret said so much as a word, or made a sound - or, so they thought. Whatever noises may have been made were most likely drowned out in the collection of broken wind that was expelled just a few moments ago. Cyrus moved his hands slowly off his stomach, and then proceeded to slowly straighten his legs as well. He stood back up straight, a couple beads of sweat sliding down the sides of his face - the force of his flatulence had clearly taken a toll on him somewhat, as his body felt light as a feather, and he suddenly felt very exhausted and also... somewhat relieved as well.
"Oh my Gods..." Andaret said, sitting on the side of her bed, eyes widened and eyebrows raised high. Cyrus turned to look towards her, seeing her clearly surprised. But, then her face shifted from one of shock and surprise, to that of elation and excitement as she smiled a great big, enthusiastic smile and cheered, "That was incredible! I-I have never seen someone pass so much gas all at once before in my whole life! Cyrus, I think you shook the whole room!"
Cyrus just stood there silently for a few seconds, cheeks burning bright pink. He rubbed his right hand behind his head and replied, "Uh... T-Thanks, I guess?" Andaret then jumped out from her bed side and ran right up to Cyrus, only a few inches away from his face. "How did that feel?!" she exclaimed. "Please, tell me what's going through your head, I want to know!"
"U-Uh, w-well..." Cyrus stammered, trying to think of an answer. "I-I guess I feel--"
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