Amy Rose's Big Butt Farting

by Yoshizilla-Rhedosaurus

Amy Rose farts all over in this one. She puts on these blue jeans that are magical, and make her butt big, smooth, and sexy. But then she farts all the time. And now, she adventures with Shadow and Silver all across various lands after Sonic ditches her in an attempt to stop her jeans from taking total control of her body, and the world. So rev up those fryers, mah bois! Now done!

40. Chapter 40

Sonic was trying to catch Amy, but surprisingly, she was too fast for him on this occasion. Amy was using her super powered flatulence to speed up, snatching up all the sweets all throughout the yellow sandy desert, gobbling them up as she was giggling with glee, zipping from left to right, back and forth, up and down and all around. Sonic panted as he sat down next to a giant strawberry, rubbing his forehead with his right arm.

"Phew! Am I bushed!" Sonic exclaimed as he shook his head, narrowing his eyes. "I thought I was fast, but when Amy is both gassy and enthralled with sweets, she gets going."

Amy appeared in front of Sonic, holding a lot of candy, sugary sweets, and fruits in her arms as she titled her head. "Man, these things are so yummy in my tummy! Care to have one, Sonic?"

Sonic shrugged as he took a vanilla cupcake, munching on it as he gave Amy a thumbs up, gulping. "Well, it does help get my energy back."

Amy giggled as she closed her eyes. "That's great to know, my sweet love!" She then pushed all the sweets down her mouth, gulping the large amount of food down as she returned to her normal pose. Amy's stomach growled loudly from taking in so much of the sweets, with Sonic placing his hands on his hips.

"Err, Amy..." Sonic started as he rubbed the back of his head briefly with his right hand. "You do now that you're already gassy, right?"

Amy nodded as she felt another urge to fart. "Uh oh! This one might be really bad!" She bent over, her big butt aimed right at the sky as she placed both of her arms over her stomach, letting out a loud, tuba like raunchy fart that echoed throughout the entire desert. After fifteen seconds, Amy's flatulence turned wet as it started to sound like popping bubbles, with Amy widening her eyes as she moved back, up, glancing at her butt, with let out one more loud poot that puffed up her already puffed up tight jeans as Sonic blinked.

"Let me guess." Sonic insisted as he shook his head. "You just sold chocolate bars again, didn't you?" He smirked, wording Amy pooping herself in a different way.