Chapter #8Enchiladas by: Gavmo   The waitress came by once more. Gwen felt a gurgling in her stomach; a fart. The waitress asked Gwen whatshe wanted.
"I'll have the enchilada platter, please." Mid-scentence, Gwen farted silently. The scent of eggs and beef swirled behind her. The waitress asked Mike what her wanted, and he replied with the T-Bone steak. As he said that, Gwen churned out another fart, this one hissing quietly, but still stinking of sulfur and meat.
As the waitress left, Mike commented on her gas.
"Wow. That waitess is nasty. If she needs to break wind, she should at the very least head to the bathroom."
"Yeah. I know." With that Gwen let loose a tiny poot, too little for Mike to smell. Just for her. Gwen then did her signature foot tease, placing her foot on top of his and rubbing his feet. Mike frenzied. She did it again and leaned closer. "Mike, I think I like you." She said so in a seductive voice. Mike turned red. He was just overwhelmed. Gwen leaned back in her chair and farted again, silent and small, but smelly. She rubbed her chair on the seat a little. She was somewhat proud of her gas, but it was sometimes cumbersome. Either way, she was proud.
After another 10 minutes of toying with Mike, awkward small talk, and descrete farting, the food arrived. Gwen had one helluva fart built up, so when the waitress came, Gwen unloaded. 4 seconds of quiet, rumbling fart.
"bbbbbbbbrrrrrrrrrrroooooooooooooobbrroobbrroobbrroobbrroobbrroooooommmmmmpp pp"
Gwen sighed after that one. The smell almost instantly hit. Mike was horrified. As the waitress left, she looked st Gwen.
"Jesus. Some people have no respect."
Gwen felt a little guilty, but whatever. You gotta go, you gotta go. She dug into her enchiladas. Within 5 minutes, she had a huge fart on standby. She put down her fork.
"Excuse me Mike. I uave to use the restroom." As she stood up, a small "prrtt" slipped out. She was walking through the resturaunt to the restrooms and decided to have some fun. As she walekd past a large table, 12 people at it, she pumped out a putrid SBD.
"ppppppppppppfffffffffffffffssssssssssshhhhhhhhhtt"
She smiled to herself. They would enjoy that one. She arrived at the women's bathroom, an dchecked to make sure the stalls were clear. They all were. She squatted down in the center of the room and pushed gently.
"BBBBBBBBWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAABRBFLTPDODMRBFLTPDOTPRLWAPTLRAPTBFMFLFOTAPSPFLAM FFFFFRRRRROOOOOOPT"
A massive, wet fart echoed off the walls of the bathroom and clouded it in a beany stench. Gwen stood up, let out one final "PPRRROOOT" and walked out. She walked back pst the table to find her lethal fart cloud still lingering, and the family with their noses in their shirts. She sat back down with Mike, and continued to eat.
Five minutes later, another wet fart was built up, and Gwen was about ready to let it loose. She thought for a second and decided...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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