Velma left the closet and began making her way to the circus tent on on the opposite side of the carnival.
“Well, I guess there’s only one way to find this goon.” Of course, Velma underestimated just how laborious the trek would be.
PLPLPPRPFT!!
Her farts were only getting worse as they became deeper and deeper pitched.
PFFFPLPLP!
PrrSQPLPLP$!!
PPPPPPPLPLP!!!
As Velma walked, her hefty rear churned out plenty of juicy farts that embarrassed her greatly. Velma then looked over her shoulder with a crimson blush growing on her face as she grunted.
PLLPLPPRRRPLPLPFSHPLPPLPPPPLPLP!!!!
“Aaagh,” Velma sighed as she waved a hand behind her rear. “I hope my stomach settles down by the time I arrive.”
PLPLPLLPPLPRSHPLORT$&@?!
Of course, Velma’s stomach had other ideas as a super wet fart caused her to stop and grab her buttcheeks. “Jinkies! That was a close one,” Velma stated embarrassingly.
She continued once more holding the back of her skirt as if to stop her rear from loosening up. Velma groaned as she realized her attempts would be rendered futile by the violent gurgling in her belly.
PLPLPPPROQRT$&!!!
“Nngh!” Velma whined, feeling how damp her farts had become.
As Velma approached the base of the tent, her farts did not relent as they became more and more disgusting with each passing minute.
“Finally, I made it!” grgrgggggrgrrrrgg!!!* Suddenly, Velma’s stomach made an audible growl causing her to wrap her belly with her arms and bend over slightly. “Oooooooohh, my stomach is killing me,” Velma lamented before a rush of thunder went to her rear.
As Velma stood bent over, the skirt that barely contained the wide load of booty just above her plump thighs was being puffed up by the direct fire of Velma’s farts, slightly revealing the underside of her underwear with each fart.
As Velma’s juicy farts continued to escape her butt, Velma became irritated as she realized that her situation was wasting precious time. “Jinkies! I’m really starting to regret eating that pickle.”
PLPPLRQPLPFQRSHPORP$@?!!!
After letting loose another sloppy fart, Velma hugged her stomach as it began to cramp even more. “But why the heck did I get so bloated? This doesn’t make any sense!”
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