Letting all the farts out, I had a severe stomach ache gas problem, and while farting I also could not help but queef while at it, so glad I did not mess on my self. Here is Rowanie on her hands and knees letting all the farts out from all the holes in her body, her face contorted in pain as she releases fart after fart, her body convulsing with the effort. The room is filled with a murky, greenish gas, and she is desperately trying to keep herself from making a mess. My stomach churned and gurgled, feeling like a balloon about to burst. As I leaned forward, I could feel the pressure building in my abdomen, the tightness in my muscles as I tried to squeeze out the gas. Rowanie's stomach is tight and bloated, her muscles tense as she tries to expel every bit of gas. She can feel the pressure building and releasing with each fart, providing a momentary sensation of relief before the next wave hits. It was a symphony of bodily functions, like a cacophony of instruments coming together in a chaotic yet oddly satisfying melody. And Rowanie, at the center of it all, was a masterful conductor, releasing each fart and queef with precise control and finesse.