Grinning ear to ear with a simultaneously goofy and predatory grin you stand up. As you lift your own rather plump rear off the seat a tiny blast of flatulence squeaks out. "Heh, and you thought that burp was good" you mutter as you flex your cheeks. More than once you had sat on Konohamaru and treated him to your flatulence courtesy of spicy ramen, but now it was time for him to get a closer look. Leaping onto the table and dropping your pants in one fluid motion you expose your bare ass to the unconscious honorable grandson. It was at times like these you were pleased you didn't usually bother with underwear. Slowly and surely you're crouched over his head until the cool headband was pressing against your anus. With a few well-practiced hand signs your hole yawns open and clamps onto Konohamaru's head. With a deep grumble, your bowels flex and start pulling the boy into your intestines towards the ultimate destination of a knucklehead's stomach. You wince as you feel the edge of a few ninja tools poke your pucker along the way. Maybe you should have stipped him beforehand, although it did occasionally feel nice to pass something sharp. With a low slurping sound and squeaky fart, the last of a once-promising ninja passed your cheeks and headed for his resting place. "you are gonna make me gassy as hell" you comment matter of factly and yawn.
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