As the movie continued, Jeff and his mom, Janet, sat comfortably on the couch, enjoying the story of Simba and Nala. However, Jeff started to notice that his mom was letting out tiny but smelly farts. At first, it was barely noticeable, but then it became a little more frequent, and Jeff couldn’t ignore it any longer.
He leaned toward his mother and whispered, "Hey, mom... did you, uh, go poopoo in your diaper?"
Janet, looking over at Jeff with a slight blush, giggled softly. "No, honey, I just used to be a very gassy baby. This is just... normal." She gave him a small wink, trying to brush it off.
Jeff, a bit skeptical but not wanting to press too hard, nodded and continued watching the movie. But as the minutes ticked by, Janet's farting grew louder, and it was clear that something was off.
"Mom," Jeff whispered again, glancing over at her. "Are you sure everything's okay? You’re... farting a lot."
Janet sighed, feeling a little embarrassed now but still trying to keep her composure. "It’s okay, sweetie. It’s just... a fart. I’m fine."
As the movie neared its climax, Janet suddenly felt a weird sensation in her stomach. She winced and clutched her tummy. "Ugh..." she murmured to herself, her hand pressing against her stomach. She wasn’t sure if it was the apple juice or something else, but her stomach felt heavy and bloated. "I’m not feeling so good."
Jeff was too engrossed in the movie to notice his mom's distress. Janet suddenly got up from the couch, waddling quickly toward the hallway. "I think I need to find Emily," she said to herself, sounding a little desperate. "I’ll be right back." However, she couldn't find her anywhere in the kitchen or dining room. She tried to head upstairs, but the baby gate Emily had installed blocked her way.
And just when Janet was about to return to the living room....