Turns out, Rigby was stuck in an anus. Mordecai's Mother's, to be exact. Rigby tried to push himself out of there, but it doesn't seem to work as the anal sphincter was holding him tightly, restricting his movement. It stunk quite badly for an anus.
"Get me outta here!!"
Rigby shouted, but all he started to feel is the motion of his friend's mother shaking her ass. She especially likes to do this while wearing her blue jeans, making her ass look big and sexy. However, the shaking stopped when she heard her stomach churning.
"Oh, those chili dogs I tried are not sitting well..."
Mordecai's mother bent over, hands on her knees, and grunted. Her anus widened and...
PLRRRRRTTTTT! FURP, hiss...
She farted up a small storm. A boisterous one, a poot, and a SBD in that order, blasted right out of her jeans. Admiring the smell, she thought of doing it while twerking.
"Let me see if I can fart while twerking!"
Mordecai's mother started twerking, trying to get all the gas out of her as much as possible.
She left a sigh of relief from that twerking session, her jeans reeking of rotten eggs. Rigby passed out from the smell, the inside of the panties being full of sulfurous flatulence.
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