This one is for my macro fans!
Your gassy roommate is sick of you complaining about the sound of his farts waking you up throughout the night, so he decides to teach you a lesson. He shrinks you down and stuffs you into his shorts after a full day of eating nothing but broccoli and beans.

As if the obnoxious odor wasn’t enough, the blasts keep coming for what feels like an eternity. One after another, he bombards you with his endless gales of rotten eggs.

"You had enough yet?" he asks as his stench fills the room. You pray for your release from him. Just as you begin to think that this punishment is coming to an end, you hear him say, "This’ll teach you to complain."

Suddenly, you feel vibrations coming from the waistband of the shorts that have been holding you in place, as they begin to slide over your head. The once well-lit mounds that you have been staring at become darker, and the background noise becomes muffled. The temperature around you rises. The breeze you had felt blowing across your upper torso has disappeared.

You begin to panic as you realize that your roommate has fully ensnared you in his gym shorts. You are now trapped with limited mobility. Then you hear him let out a grunt, indicating that the next wave is near. You close your eyes and brace for impact as he lets out a thunderous roar from his backside.