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It was Easter Sunday and Ms. Darbus had indulged in a few too many chocolate eggs.
As the day wore on, her stomach began to churn and bubble, and soon enough she felt the unmistakable urge to pass gas.
"Oh my, pardon me!" she exclaimed, lifting a cheek and letting out a long, low-pitched fart that sounded like a trumpet being played underwater.
Y/N couldn't help but chuckle at the sound. "Goodness, dear, you're quite the gassy one today," they remarked teasingly.
Ms. Darbus grinned. "Yes, it seems those eggs have done a number on me. But I must say, I do find it rather amusing."
And with that, Ms. Darbus let out another fart, this one shorter but much wetter than the first. It made a squelching sound and left a damp stain on her theater pants.
"Oops, pardon me again," she giggled, waving her hand in front of her face.
Y/N couldn't help but laugh. "You're incorrigible, honey. But I have to admit, I'm enjoying this."
Ms. Darbus leaned over and let out a third fart, this one so wet it sounded like a balloon being squeezed. "Oh my, that one was positively juicy!" she exclaimed, throwing her head back and laughing.
Y/N couldn't contain their laughter any longer. "I don't think I've ever heard anything like that before," they gasped, wiping tears from their eyes.
Ms. Darbus wasn't done yet, though. She lifted a leg and let out a fourth fart, this one so loud it rattled the windows. "Oh my! That was a good one!" she exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear.
But then, disaster struck. As Ms. Darbus let out her fifth fart, a sudden pressure built up in her bowels and she let out a wet shart. It sounded like a wet splat and left a dark brown stain on her panties.
"Oh, shit!" she swore, clapping a hand over her mouth in shock.
Y/N's eyes widened in surprise. "Are you okay, honey?"
Ms. Darbus nodded, still grinning despite the mess in her pants. "I'm fine, just had a little accident. But you know what they say, shit happens!"
And with that, she let out one final fart, this one even wetter than the last. It made a squishing sound and left a large, dark stain on her pants.
"Well, I think that's enough excitement for one day," she chuckled, looking down at her soiled clothing.
Y/N couldn't stop laughing. "You're unbelievable. I can't believe you just pooped your pants and you're still laughing about it."
Ms. Darbus shrugged. "What can I say, I have a good sense of humor. And besides, accidents happen. At least we can laugh about it!"
And with that, the two of them collapsed into fits of giggles, the sound of Ms. Darbus' gassy antics echoing through the house.