Gwen, entirely aware of the gaseous outcome of her decision, chose the cheese and brocolli soup. Another fart bubble gurgled in her tummy. This one, she could tell, would be silent. She thought quietly on her next move for a moment, amd began some more small talk.
"So Mike, what are you going to get?" Gwen asked.
"Oh, it's a tie between the Sin City burger or the Sirloin steak. The both sound magnificient..."
His words droned on. Gwen needed a fallback in case she got caught breaking wind. She needed a reason for him to stay, at least for a secnd date. She did her foot tease, putting her shoe on his and slightly rubbing it. Mike stammered and stiffened (in more ways than one). Gwen could tell it was working. As she rubbed his foot again, her stomach loudly gurgled.
"Heh. Geez, I must be hungrier than I thought." Gwen said. That was her go-to playoff. She, in reality, had a pretty good sized fart on deck.
Mike laughed, and noticed the waitress was coming. Gwen got ready. The waitress arrived.
"Alright, what would you like ma'am?" The waitress said to Gwen.
"I'll have the cheese and brocolli soup, please." As she finished her scentence, she silently farted, releasing a couple seconds worth of odor into the air.
"Alright. What would you like sir?"
"Uhm, the Sin City burger please. No tomato."
"Excellent choice sir. If there's anything you need, just call me over."
By now Gwen could smell her own fart, but Mike couldn't. It was meaty and sulfuric. It was a thick smell that was extremely unpleasant. After a few seconds, the smell hit Mike.
"Whew. She did it again." Mike said to Gwen.
"What?" Gwen asked, pretending she hadn't noticed the "waitress'" fart.
Mike fanned his nose. "The waitress passed some more gas. That lady should see a doctor."
Gwen sniffed the air and pretended to catch her first wiff of the fart.
"Ew. I think she should."
After about 15 minutes of painfully awkward small talk and Gwen's foot tease, Gwen had another fart ready, and the food was about to arrive. As she was talking however, Gwen accidentally knocked the silverware off the table.
"Haha. Oops," Gwen said, "I'll pick that up." She leaned to her right, and accidentally let a deep but quiet fart slip out.
"bbbbrrrrrroooooooooommmmmfffff"
Thankfully, that one was oddly odorless, and so quiet Mike didn't hear it. That didn't stop it from shaking Gwen's chair though. About 30 seconds later, the waitress arrived with a massive burger, topped with a fried egg and bacon, the Sin City, as well as a steaming bowl of utterly gas-inducing cheese and brocolli soup. The waitress passed out the food, and they both admired it before taking their first bites.
Gwen took her first bite, and both loved it and hated it. It was hot amd creamy, with little chucks of brocolli, all topped with gobs of gooey melted cheese and chives. God it was good. At the same time, Gwen immediately knew how terrible her gas would be. She let loose another rumbling, odorless fart which bubbled onto the synthetic leather of the chair, and once again went entirely undetected by Mike.
Five minutes later, Mike's burger was about 1/4 of the way gone, and Gwen's soup was nearly 3/4 of the way done. Gwen hungrily slurped the soup and licked her lips after each bite. She let out another deep, groaning fart, this one lasting a massive 5 seconds. Once again, no odor at all. Gwen could do this all day.
Five more minutes later, Mike was just over halfway through his burger, while Gwen was leaning back in her chair, full if hot soup and nauseating gas. She burped into her mouth and blew it out her lips, then took a swig of her Coke. She felt a massive fart bubble sliding around in her. She rubbed Mike's feet, once again sending him into a poorly-concealed frenzy. Gwen silently puffed out a small portion of her fart, and wham, the scent hit her like a sledgehammer.
The broccoli had kicked in. A putrid cloud of rotten broccoli swirled around Gwen. Thankfully, the scent didn't reach Mike. Her gut sent a shot of pain up her body. She felt bloated. Just as she thought it couldn't get any worse, the fart bubble slid down the her rectum. A bad shift of the leg would release tons of terrible broccoli fart into the air. She clenched her buttcheeks as hard as she could. She took a deep breath and...
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