Amy Rose farted yet again, her butt reaching its breaking point as her tight jeans were incredibly too tight to handle any more growing. Sonic was whistling to himself as he was looking at his fingers, glancing at Amy as he noted how big Amy's gassy rear was.
"So, how long are we going to be in this stupid jungle for?" Sonic asked as he looked up at the clear blue sky. "Cause I'm on a rather tight schedule, quite frankly."
Amy's right eye twitched as she pooted again, the tuba like noise echoing throughout the jungle. "All you do is just run around and beat up Eggman! You don't even have a schedule!"
Sonic scoffed as he folded his arms, smirking as he narrowed his eyes at Amy. "Oh really? Says the girl who does nothing but lusts after me, and in the case of this story, fart all the time in tight jeans that make your butt look more attractive."
Amy pouted as she shook her arms angrily, getting infuriated at Sonic. "Oh, you big show off!" She slapped Sonic across the face.
Sonic rubbed his sore right cheek with his right hand as he chuckled. "You're just as strong with your hands as you are with your Piko Piko Hammer. I like it."
Amy smirked as she folded her arms, slightly bending over. "And you want to know what else is as strong as my fists and hammer?" Amy closed her eyes as she aimed her butt at the tall trees, farting as loudly as possible as the tuba like sound emitted from her jeans clad butt got grosser, turning wet as it sounded like popping bubbles, the powerful smell emitting from Amy's butt causing all of the jungle foliage to melt. Sonic's eyes lit up as Amy sighed of relief, letting out one more tuba poot as the back of her jeans were much darker than before.
"Well, your farts seem to be more terrifying than your physical strength," Sonic commented as he began laughing.
Amy started to blush as she realized that her strongest point was her loud, smelly flatulence, of which she was ashamed to know was more of a force than her fists and her hammer.