This choice: no, she released another massive fart • Go Back...Chapter #4no, she released another massive fart by: Gavmo   Sara squirmed on the toilet she sat on, in sheer panic. She shifted again, and prepared for what was about to happen. One of the worst, loudest, bubliest, smelliest farts if her life ripped out of her. "FFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTRBRBRBRBRBRB RBRBRBBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRERRRRFFFFFFF" She turned beet red behind the stall door as the two girls became silent. The thick, hellish fumes from Sara engulved the bathroom in the same hideous curry odor. She heard one girl wash her hands quickly and leave, about ready to gag. Sara acidentally let out a small, but echoing,"Flooorrrppt" The other woman who hadn't left yet, commented "Jesus. Haven't you already made this place smell bad enough!" Sara wanted the ground to open up and engulve her she was so embarrased. The woman the left without even washing her hands, as she wanted to get out of that stinking restroom as fast as possible. Sara heard the door shut, and squeezed out another little toot, stinking like the curry again. She shamefully walked out of the bathroom and straightened her clothes. She returned to the lady who wanted help, helped her, and saw the manager walk up to her. He complimented her on her good work when the customer left. He seemed to drag an the conversation for a while, unaware that Sara had built up another giid sized fart. He talked for hours it seemes as Sara held in her painful gas. Finally, he left her with a job, and walked away. She let out that fart she had been holding with a bassy "Pllllooooorrrrrtttttttt",followed by a squeaky, smelly little "Ppppppfffffffffpppt" She fanned the airand hurried away from the scene. Her job was to restock and reorganize the swimwear department, which was generally small. She came upon the department, already with pent up gas, to see a box labeled "Summer Wear" She opened it to see bikinis, one-peices, and mens' trunks, all neatly folded.She had quite a bit of gas built up, and "inspected" the racks of disorganized clothes. There was a woman in her late 20's seaching the racks nearby. Sara had to fart. Bad. She figured she would be able to let loose if she was careful. She mived the box of swimwear over to the mens' rack, and as she squatted to put it down, let out a quiet little "ppppppffffffsssssshhhhhh" It smelled pretty rank, but the woman was far enough away that she couldn't smell it, and she wouldn't go to the mens' area, so Sara could rip SBD's all she wanted. She picked up a few pairs of one-peices and walked to the rack. She hung them and then walked back to the box, squated down, farted, and repeated. She had emptied the bix in about half an hour and coated the area in a thick rancid smell. She noticed the lady was still there, and looked frusturated. Sara, also was quickly building up a nice juicy fart, that had ti come out. She was given a choice...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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