“Emma you have to help me!” Ariel demanded as they slammed the door to her apartment, trying to lock out the gaseous miasma that now floated following Ariel and her big, belching butt.
“How?” Emma shrugged, “you want me to learn gypsy magic and lift the curse? That seems like it might take a while!”
“Well we’ve got to do something about these farts,” Ariel pouted stomping her foot down in a tantrum. Emma tried her best not to laugh when all that did was make Riel fart yet again, the smell quickly disseminating through out the apartment. She was not successful. “Don’t laugh!”
“One – I told you not to make fun Ariel,” Emma smirked holding up one finger, “And two; what do you mean “we?’” she said holding up the other finger.
“You can’t leave me here farting like this,” Ariel told her authoritatively. “You have to help me figure this out. I’ve farted like thirty times in the last hour since that old gypsy bitch cursed me!”
“See? It’s comments like that which got you into this mess!”
“Oh be quiet,” Ariel said dismissively as she broke any potential silence with a loud cheek flapping booty burp. She groused angrily, and was about to take it out on Emma when her cell phone began to ring. “Hold on you,” she instructed as she answered. “Hello?”
“So I’m a bitch now, am I?” the gypsy’s voice asked.
“No! It’s you!” Ariel gasped, making Emma go pale with fright. “You have to lift this curse!”
“No I don’t,” the gypsy cackled. “And tell your friend she can relax.” The gypsy woman waited, but when no sound came from Ariel she huffed and repeated, “Tell your friend to relax, I have no issues with her.”
Ariel rolled her eyes and looked to Emma, “She said to relax, she has no issues with you.” Emma visibly relaxed and sighed.
“Now,” the gypsy woman continued, “to prove I’m not the bitch you called me, I’ll help you out.”
“You will?” Ariel asked happily. But quickly showed her irritation when she farted again, and Emma couldn’t help but cough at the smell.
“I will. I know how you like to draw attention to your ass, so now you’ll do it two ways. Your farts will now never be silent, and always come at the worst times, and over the next 3 days your ass will expand slightly every time you do fart!”
“No!”
“Oh yes,” the gypsy laughed. “And the gains will be small, so you won’t see any change between farts, but at the end of three days, and after who knows how many farts, well, I guess we’ll see if it's noticeable then. Bye dear,” the gypsy laughed again before hanging up.
Ariel looked like all the blood had rushed form her face as she hung up her phone. Concerned Emma asked, “Are you okay?”
“My ass is going to grow with every fart,” Ariel said staring blankly ahead. She didn’t even change expression as her ass roared to life, sputtering an unholy combination of farts. She felt her ass squeeze a little tighter in her spandex leggings. “Like that.”
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