Penelope and Victoria were in the back of their English class, Victoria secretly texting under her desk, and Penelope not even trying to hide the fact she was doing her nails. Victoria had just finished sighing in boredom, when the whole school shook from what sounded like a bomb going off, “What the Hell-?” Victoria shouted grabbing the sides of her desk for balance.
“Vicky, what was that?” Penelope asked her more dominant sister. But before she could be answered, another shockwave worked its way through the school, then another, and another.
“Penny, those explosions are almost rhythmic!”
“Yo, twins,” Scott Menville called to them from the door, using their class nickname, “I think this is for you.” The girls raced to the doorway, their teacher close behind, and their collective jaws dropped at what they were seeing.
Down the hall strode their mother, with the biggest smile, since their dad was alive, on her face. She was wearing a nice white and blue pinstriped blouse with her pocket book over shoulder, but she also wore the tightest, and brightest pair of blue yoga pants they had ever seen. All of a sudden they saw her turn a little sideways, showing off her newly fattened rear end. It was 5 times the size since the girls last saw it, and it shook and quivered when she ripped a powerful butt bomb, one that sent a freshman girl flying down the hall. “MOM?” they asked in unison, realizing what all those booms were now.
Connie strode up to her girls, stopping with another butt bomb release, “Hey girls, I’m picking you up early today. I think we need some quality time together. At home.”
Victoria and Penelope looked over their mother’s shoulder to see a large crowd of students gathering to check out the woman filled with hurricane like farts. “Mother, you’re embarrassing us,” Victoria hissed quietly to Connie.
“Oh Victoria if you think this is embarrassing,” Connie said loudly drawing all the teen’s eyes to her and her daughters, “Then you’ll love this!” And with that declaration Connie farted again, knocking the gathered masses behind her down to the ground and covering them in her stink.
“MOTHER!” both twins yelled, mortified at what had happened to their classmates, and nervous about what people would think of them for having a fat farting mother. How could they do damage control on this?
“Well are you two coming with me or not? The CHILI I had on the way over, is about to START giving me gas!”
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