Shrunken Adventures in Medieval Times

         "Oh my God that last one felt a-MA-zing~…" the princess groaned. Of course, you weren't feeling the same about it and desperately wished that she would just open the bag already so you could get out (and so that if you ever found a way to grow yourself back you'd somehow pay back her and the nerd who shrunk you with interest). Another bout of grunting and the princess let loose another fart into the bag, and this one stunk even worse despite being shorter than the others
         "Oof, now I'm feeling choked up back there… Well, I'm sure whatever's inside soaking up my gas ought to handle these serious sludge bombs I'm about to drop…" Eyes having flown wide open with fear, you panicked knowing that you did not have much time left before shit hit the fan (or you to be precise), and while you could hope that if someone came in then the princess would hold herself back, you knew that it was just that—hope. You could hear the princess straining and with so few precious seconds left you considered your options…