Looking up, you see a long haired blonde getting on and like most men who see her, you couldn't take your eyes off her. Wearing glasses over her blue eyes, she had a green blouse over her massive breasts and tight, tanned suit pants sucked into the crack of her huge ass (which was probably the largest you've ever seen). Paying the fare, she soon sits beside you of mere convenience and pulls out a book from her boobs before reading it. After visually 'eating' her up, you return back to staring out to space before a loud growling is heard beside you. Looking back, you see the blonde, rubbing her belly, before noticing you.
"I have to fart," she said in a bored tone, surprising you with her bluntness.
"Dr. Sarah Fisher, at your service!" She said, slowly holding out her hand to you, which you accept.
"Gabe," you reply, though she didn't flinch at it before speaking again.
"Well then, Gabe. Here's my dilemma: I need to fart badly, but I have been told they reek, so I have to hold it in. Unfortunately, I'm unable to do so for long periods of time and I've been holding it for a while."
"I see, but I think you should let them rip. I hear it's not good for your health or so they say. After all, you're a beautiful woman," you said honestly.
Of course, she didn't blink but a slight smile formed on her face after some time.
"I'll take that into consideration."
For several minutes, she thought to herself before reaching her decision. She...