Before you can get out a word, you feel a rumble on your chest, joined by a disgusting pitter of gas escaping from Jack's ass. You realize what's happening too late, unable to stop yourself from taking a breath before the rotten smell of pure beer fart wafts over you. You cough, unprepared for the scent to fill your lungs, but that only makes things worse for you as you have to breathe in more to even survive. "J-Jack *cough* you ass!" You pushed and beat against his body, but you were unable to so much as roll over with all of his weight atop you like that.
"Oh, I'm an ass, huh?" he asks, a grin on his face. "Well you're the one stuck under mine." With that, he lets loose an extra long fart, sitting up just slightly so the gas shoots directly into your face. His laughs fill the room. "In fact, I think you need to learn to appreciate my ass a bit more."
Suddenly, you're struck by a blinding light, unable to move as an uncomfortable tingling covers your body. You squeal in pain as the weight atop you grows even heavier, more encompassing. WHen the ring's effect finally ends, you're left pinned beneath a monumental ass cheek, barely able to breathe in the fog of farts that surrounds you.
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