The Universe of Gas

A Savage Stench(Disney Special!)

The jungle was no place for a lady. Of course, Jane Porter already had been told that by several of her peers back in London. Determined, however, to find gorillas with her father, Jane ignored the protests of her friends and ventured deep into Africa with her Englishness and etiquette.

Such strong curiosity though meant she often found herself lost in the jungle without the protection of Clayton or her father. She had wandered off again today, quite in awe of the beauty of Africa, Jane quickly realizing the absence of the deep voices of the men she came with.

The foliage of the wet forest became more and more intense as Jane searched for the rest of her party. Her heeled feet began to ache and Jane felt a twinge of regret for wearing such a stiffly proper wardrobe. Though intellectually proud as she was, Jane was a lady with a strict sense of propriety. Heels, a bustled dress with numerous frilly petticoats, a parasol all followed her on her expedition. No matter the circumstances, Jane felt she must look her best at all times.

Soon Jane began to feel overwhelmed with a sense of dread, her stomach churning a tad (either from her nervous state of mind or perhaps her breakfast). Where were they?? She thought, the sounds of surrounding area unfamiliar and uncomfortable. In a slight attempt to relax herself, Jane opened her parasol and gently placed it on her shoulder, feigning calmness like she was merely lost in an English garden.

This almost worked until upon her tread, Jane felt a most unpleasant squish beneath her feet. She froze, her lips pursed in disgust at the realization that she had indeed stepped in some sort of animal feces. Suddenly, a ghastly smell hit Jane squarely in her dainty face. Jane peered at the ground with horror. Clearly she had come across an animal's favorite place to relieve itself.

Her love for science stopped at the more repulsive areas of study and she didn't resist the urge to pull a face. How disgusting! With one gloved hand, Jane pinched her petite nose as she delicately moved along the brush, a bit upset how her boots were being utterly ruined. Each squelching step sent a shudder down her spine, making her clench her core in response.

The instinctual move completely upset her already sensitive stomach and Jane gasped at the sharp pain.  Something welled up inside her corseted abdomen and it wanted out. Now.

Frozen in the middle of the chamber pot of some savage animal, the prim and proper Jane Porter promptly let out a ferocious and rather wet fart.

FARRRRRRTTTTTTT

The toot forced its way past her bustle, her petticoats rustled in response. Jane blushed fiercely right down to her collar. She was suddenly grateful for the absence of the gentlemen that were supposed to have accompanied the dainty English lady.

Now, being in the jungle meant proper lavatories were quite a foreign concept but the movement in Jane's colon indicated she had little time to find a suitable area. Jane moved towards a large tree, whimpering as her boots became saturated with muck. Closing and hanging her parasol on a branch, all the while gagging at the stench of her surroundings, Jane gripped the trunk of the tree in pain, bending her back almost parallel to the jungly floor and with her bustle prominently out.

Jane's thoughts raced through her head as she attempted to push away her gut feelings. Ladies of London certainly do not expel in such a manner and Jane was convinced she was a lady above all things. Although Jane was in the rainforest, she still held tightly to her etiquette. She would not succumb to the savage jungle and her animalistic instincts!

The smell of the floor did little to ease her bubbling stomach and Jane feverishly looked for a hankie to cover her nose in her dress pockets. She was rudely interrupted by a hot blast from the back of her body.

PPPPFFFFFRRRTT

The absent of pressure felt almost heavenly and Jane stifled the desire to moan, but bit her lip. The urge to squat was unbearable as her rectum began to fill with solid waste, but Jane was a headstrong sort of lady and she ignored it. To relieve one's self in the open, even in the jungle, was simply uncouth.

Jane forced herself to stand up straight, her lips pursed in determination as she took her parasol and continued on her way. Perhaps she could find her way back to the camp and properly deal with her little issue as a upright English woman should.

With the utmost dignity she could muster, Miss Porter stiffly left the area, her buttocks clenched beneath her yellow bustle.

The wasteland, as that it truly was, seemed to carry on for miles. With a gloved hand pinching her dainty nose, Jane whimpered as her boots became moist with the muck. The heat and humidity became worse, aggravating the stench even further. Jane felt a pang of regret for coming to the jungle, thinking of her lovely little English home. No filth, no stench, no discomfort. Only propriety and elegance.

Yet here Jane was, sweating and struggling in an utterly savage jungle.

A particularly major pile of feces found itself beneath the high heeled shoes of Miss Jane Porter, to which she gave a feminine shriek. Ugh! How horrible! Jane whimpered. Her stomach lurched in a nauseating fashion and Jane found herself unable to press forward to find the camp. Her body demanded relief and something desired to be released at once.

Jane hurried to another tree, desperately trying to keep whatever wanted to push out of her bum inside as she clumsily placed her parasol on a hanging vine. A very wet and utterly foul fart exited her rear, indicating she had little time to think about how to compose herself in a ladylike fashion. She let go of her nose, her face contorting with disgust as the aroma filled her petite nostrils. Jane hiked up her skirts and petticoats, precariously checking to ensure that they were clear of her bum. She blushed at the sight of her unmentionables being exposed so boldly, but her stomach growled the thought away. Jane squatted as dignified as she could and released.

Her stomach heaved out its contents, solid and gas alike. The sensation of hot waste coming out of her cheeks almost caused Jane to faint. She caught herself moaning as the stream of liquified excrement exited out. Her farts became audaciously wet, the sound striking horror into the lady's heart. Her knees started to buckle, but Jane's rear was far from finished.

The fresh stench of her bowel movement carried up into the air, Jane wishing that she could pinch her nose. The smell was utterly disgraceful for a lady and Jane was convinced she was above such bodily functions. She tried to block out the sound of the plopping waste, but it was to no avail. With her legs becoming more weary, Jane knew she had to push things along.

She gave an unsavory grunt as she promptly let go of her colon's contents. The sensation was overwhelming, and Jane found herself slightly out of breath. The young woman felt positively grimy from underneath her dress and desired to wipe immediately. But with what?

Jane found a most unpleasant answer in her dress pocket. Her hankie matched her fashionable ensemble, it being perfectly proper. A hankie was to indicate a lady's dainty state of health, to be dropped ever so coyly in front a stately gentleman. But Jane found herself using it in an unspeakable manner.

She reached underneath, careful to not drop her skirts and petticoats. With a gentle pucker, Jane wiped with feminine cloth across, the lace tickling at her cheeks. The frilly thing quickly went from its pretty yellow to a dark brown green.

Jane continued to wipe until she felt clean, dropping the hankie into the pile of dung beneath her. She turned in horror to see thick splatters across the poor tree she had chosen, a stack of ungodly waste below it.

By Jove, what had happened to her stomach?
And how was she any different than the animal who seemingly buried the forest in its waste?