Immense gassiness!

Georgia felt her belly grumble. She hadn't eaten anything that should make her feel like this, but it's like she downed a whole barrel of chili! "Hey, what'd you do to me?"

Abra chuckled. "It seems that the spirits have chosen to give one of your many traits an added boost, so to speak."

"So? I always have enough gas to drop on the damn weasel!" She gave her gut a few good smacks, though it would prompt a loud, ear shattering fart to erupt from her backside!

BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLTTTT!!!

The fart not only smelled much worse, but it was so utterly rancid that it causes some trees to wilt. Even Georgia had to gag! "D-Damn. Okay, I'm convinced. These spirits or whatever know what they're doing."

"Precisely. Now, fill your end of the deal. Go find Texas and-"

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be sure to give her a good gassing. One that she'll never get off!" She gave her backside a smack, hoping for another booty bomb. Instead, she got a meaty, smelly belch! "Damn, even the burps?"