They promised each other forever… But now their lips are sealed under my fat ass as I rip a hot, greasy fart straight onto their plastic faces. The air turns thick. Their eyes water. Barbie’s perfect hair sticks to her sweaty forehead — soaked in my gas. And still… they stay. Begging for more. So I stand, slow and sinful, peeling off my pants… Down to just my thong, my cheeks clapping as I squat lower, farting again — bubbling, rotten, deep from my gut. They said ‘For Better or Worse’ — I said ‘For Gassier and Worse’