Her fellow students of course saw the whole thing as strange but the school was more than willing to make special accommodations for students like my sister.
My parents naturally were aghast at such behavior, although oddly they were more worried about my own health, thinking that breathing in such voluminous farts of prolific stink was unhealthy for me.
The fart smells, like really smells.
The inside of the blanket is growing dangerously close to being a gas chamber that could be used by the state for execution.
Hell she could do once every half-minute if she wanted to, with ease.
Short temperament and repetition is a daily pattern for me, so seeing this reflected onto characters in media like the fetish type really hits home and means a lot.