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Journal Entry No. 1: James McAnnen. Full disclosure: This journal I'll be writing is about my new life. But, for entertainment purposes it will be a recreation of events. In that, it will be told as a story. To whomever may read this, I hope you can read this without looking down upon me for... Well, we'll get to that. The mission was simple: Air-drop into the Forgotten Marshes of Foldawn, and kill the ancient, mythical Beast of the Swamp. Well, simple on paper, maybe. In hindsight, it was an obvious suicide mission. Why would the military send a soldier into foreign lands to poach a creature? It wasn't a major country either - Foldawn is a small, forgotten land. It's an island, but bridges connect it to the mainland. It's just off the coast of the north of Mexico, but the name has far older roots than that, leading back to ancient Mayan names. It's an archaic word, nobody today is quite sure what it means, but judging from the landscape it could very well just mean swamp. I digress. I always kind of knew this mission would be a one-way trip, but I followed my orders anyway. They'd dropped me in with a prototype troop-carrying drone. They didn't even give me someone to talk to on the flight over... Should have been obvious I was being cast to the wayside. Either way, once over the drop zone I deployed my parachute and landed in a slight clearing. The marsh was filled with thick, wet mud, and where there wasn't ground there were deep pools of murky water. What lay inside them was anyone's guess. Part one of the mission was easy. Finding and killing the monster was the fun part. The local folklore spoke of the beast as some sort of reptilian creature, and local reports often spoke of missing persons. It was surmised that the monster had the appetite for humans. Curiously, however, the supposedly "eaten" would turn up days later, apparently unaware of how long they'd been gone. The local therapy clinic also had several patients on record saying they suffered from dreams and nightmares about being swallowed whole by a titanic beast. The army had said it was in "their best interests" to put down the mysterious creature. What was interesting was that it didn't affect the military in any way, and none of the people who were eaten remained... Well, eaten. They'd come back. Damn, it was so obvious that it was just a way to get rid of me! They'd done it before - many of my friends in the army had gone MIA because they knew too much about military operations. That was their tactic, get rid of the liabilities. But I don't want to beat a dead horse. The point is, they'd left me for dead in a swamp with some sort of monster, that in all likelihood would eat me, or worse outright kill me. I carefully trudged through the thick marshland, trying not to make too much noise. My helmet had a face mask and goggles, so all I could hear was the sound of my breathing and my pounding heart. I carefully held my assault rifle - it was a clumsy weapon, really. I scanned my surroundings, trying to keep myself calm. My squelching footsteps were too loud for my liking, and I could hardly hear anything around me. I took off my helmet. I could now properly survey my surroundings, and noticed the sound of birds in the treetops and the calm breeze blowing past. With that came the smell of the boggy landscape. I continued further into the jungle. There didn't seem to be an end to the trees, or an end to the clustered landscape. It was incredibly humid in the swamp - sweat beaded my forehead, and it was a little difficult to breathe. Eventually, the land started to narrow into a slim path, stretching through a lake-like body of water. It was like a natural bridge. I carefully approached it and made my way forward. It was honestly unsettling, the water was so still... There was a slight ripple that appeared on the surface of the water. I didn't raise my gun, but I kept an eye on it. Slowly, it subsided. My guard was still up, though. I knew, at any second, I could be attacked. *SPWOOOOSH!* The water to my right burst outwards as a dark, looming shape came crashing down on me. The large beast was scaled, and sunk its claws into my clothes, pinning me to the grass. I looked up into its eyes, bright yellow with slits for pupils. I had my gun in hand, and it was pointed towards the creature thanks to how I had landed. But I didn't pull the trigger. Looking back, I don't really know why I didn't take the shot. Fear? Remorse? The point is, I didn't shoot. The creature looked from me to the gun. It was stooped over me for a good few seconds. Its toothy mouth parted, sharp dagger-like fangs presenting themselves. Then, a strange thing happened. It spoke: "Are you... Are you not gonna fight back?" I lay there, petrified and confused. This giant creature could speak? Well, I say giant creature. She could speak. The folklore had often referred to the monster as female, but I didn't think it would be so... Well, obvious. Her voice was quite feminine, not really gruff at all. I looked into her slit eyes. "Uh... I wasn't planning on it... Are you going to... To eat me?" She withdrew her claws. "But... You have the... The... That thing." She pointed to the gun. "The pain-maker. What do your kind call it?" I looked at the rifle. "It's a gun. How are you able to speak my language?" She thought for a while. "I don't know... I don't talk often..." This was a very surreal conversation. "Is it like, a subconscious thing? Like, you can just speak my language and I can speak yours?" The creature shrugged. She was surprisingly expressive for someone people called a monster. I looked at her a bit more closely now that she wasn't threatening to eat me. Despite being reptilian, her figure was quite humanoid. In that regard, then, I suppose the appropriate term for her would be an 'hourglass' figure. She was about 8 1/2 feet tall, and was suitably proportioned. Her breasts would have been ridiculous on a regular human, they were comparable to backpacks. On the tall figure, they looked large but not badly proportioned. Her stomach area was rather pudgy, indicating she clearly ate well. Despite that, I had suspicion that she was also quite muscular (Especially considering how mobile she seemed). Her lower body was... Well... Her thighs were incredibly thick. They were probably twice as wide as my head. As for the rest of her anatomy, she had a long, crocodile-like tail, which looked really powerful. It was situated just above her large rear. Her skin was tough and scaly, and she had gnarled claws for fingers and toes. What I found quite strange was that she actually had some long, black hair on her head. It mostly hung in front of her eyes. Her mouth wasn't really snout-like, but it did jut out a little more than a regular human. She also had slit, reptilian nostrils. And was totally bare-naked. She sat down on the bank of the water, and looked back at me, expecting me to sit next to her. I hesitantly moved to her side, and sat down. She sighed. "I've met several of your kind with weapons. People with pointy sticks, people with shiny blades, people with those 'gun' things. All of them have tried to attack me, so I just try to attack before they do. But you didn't. You didn't fight back. Thank you." "No... No problem... So, you're not gonna kill me?" She smiled at me. "No, I won't. Eating you wouldn't have killed you anyway. Where are you from?" I looked into the middle distance. "A far away place... I've been left here to die, really. I was sent..." I thought about my next words carefully. "I was ordered by the army to... To kill you. But, I... I don't want to. The only real reason I'm here is to die." She looked at me wistfully. "That's no way to live. What is the name of your kind?" "I'm a human. But you can call me James." "Well, James, there's a human village a few miles in that direction-" She pointed Eastwards "-So if you want a human home, that's your best bet. They... They don't think highly of me there. That way, you'll never have to see me again." I looked at her sorrowfully. "I... I don't want to leave you. Yes, I probably should make a home in that village, but... I don't hate you, not like the others do. Sure, we've just met, and you did try to eat me, but... You seem sorry. If you don't mind me asking, what's your name? Do you have a name?" "It's... Well, the local village calls me Mirinha. So... I guess call me that?" I nodded. "Well, Mirinha, I'll come visit you every day if I start living in the village." Mirinha shot me a toothy grin. "You're sweet, hu- Sorry, James." She then looked away a bit. "Why does my chest hurt? I feel weird..." I smirked. "Is it friendship? Do you feel love?" Cheesy, I know, but strangely enough I was right. "You're my... Friend? I've never had a friend before." Dammit, my heart couldn't take this level of warmth, she was surprisingly calm and kind for a creature that was trying to kill me earlier. I was about to respond, but I was interrupted by a loud sound. GrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRLLLLRRRRRRRGGGGGRRRRRRMMMMMBBBLLLRRRRRGGGRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrr...! I looked at Mirinha. I was afraid it may have been a growl for hunger, but then Mirinha turned to me and spoke again: "You might want to step back a bit, unless you want to be blown away." Okay, now remember when I said for you to reserve judgement of me? Well, reader... This is why. I'm going to be honest, I've always had an... attraction to girls letting rip. I don't quite know why, but... I just do. With that said, you should now know the significance of what Mirinha was about to do... BRRRRRLLLLLLRRRMMMMMBBRRRRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVVVVVLLLLLLLLLRRPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRPPPPPT! I did get up just before Mirinha released her stink bomb. It was... Wow, it was huge! I'd rarely ever heard girls cut the cheese (I did have a female friend in my later school years who was often gassy, but aside from that), so to go from that to... Well, this, was honestly a really big shock to the system. It was like going from Antarctica to the Sahara midday in the span of a couple of seconds. I have to admit, it was really intense. I watched, almost slack-jawed, as the mud next to Mirinha's backside shifted and blasted away in the wave of gas. I... Well, needless to say it was a spectacle. I'll admit I was getting a bit... Excited. I'll spare you the details though. Once the bubbly behemoth ended, Mirinha stood up out of the mud. She brushed herself off. "Should we go to the village then? I'll lead you there." How... H- How was she being so nonchalant? She'd just ripped quite possibly one of the biggest farts in history and- oh, man the smell. It smelled like a tonne of rotting fish piled in a harbour on a boiling hot summer's day. I wouldn't be surprised if the musky atmosphere of the swamp was all just because of Mirinha's presence there. I had to say something. "Th- That was h- huge! How the..." Mirinha looked at me as if I were some sort of alien (in some regard, I guess I was...) and raised an eyebrow. "What? That... Um, what's the human word? For that sound?" "It's called a fart." "Riiiight, bit of a weird word. That small fart surprised you?" S- s- s- s- s- s m a l l ? "That was a... Small fart?" She looked at me with increasing levels of confusion. "I mean, I suppose humans are smaller so I guess you'd be a bit surprised." I scratched the back of my head. "I- I've never seen someone like you fart..." "You mean a giant reptile?" "No, I mean a girl. Or woman, whatever." I didn't think it was possible for her to look more confused, yet here we were. "But it's a natural function." "Well, it's kinda taboo in human culture, especially for girls. As in, it's frowned upon." "Oh... Well, if it's frowned upon, I'll just try to hold it i-" "NO!" I practically shouted. I blushed, I wasn't expecting myself to react that way. I cleared my throat. "I mean... I don't mind really. Just so long as you're comfortable..." She smiled. "You sure? You seemed pretty spooked when I farted the first time." "I was just surprised! I wasn't expecting... A... From..." "Whatever, let's start walking. It'll be getting late soon." She was right. From what little sunlight I could make out through the trees, I could see the crimson sun dipping on the horizon. It looked pretty through the trees, adding a slight glow to the leaves... It was quite pretty. I followed Mirinha down the 'pathway' of mud. Thankfully, my combat boots were built to withstand walking through muddy terrain. Mirinha was up ahead and... Man, I didn't think I'd ever get to a point in my life where I'd say this, but... I kinda had a crush on this 8 and a half feet tall reptile girl... Man, even writing it out it sounds weird. Her butt wobbled with each step, it was quite a spectacle. It was wider than the breadth of my shoulders, and was really round and pleasant looking (although it was covered in mud because she'd been sat down earlier). I mean... I couldn't take my eyes off of it... Oh boy. Was this really happening? I'm presumed dead by the government, and I fall in love with this beautiful creature? Oh man... PRRRMMMMMmmmmmBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRvvvvvRRRRRRLLLLLLLRRRRRPPPPPRRRRRRRRRBBBBPPT! HOW DID SHE HAV- Sorry... How did she have more gas?! I mean, don't get me wrong, I loved every second of the unstable release, it was truly spectacular. But how was one creature able to contain so much wind? It was like a dream for me, how was this real?! Okay, focus. One foot in front of the other. Of course, walking straight forward led me right into the cloud of stench. It was just as bad as before, with a slightly organic tinge to it. Which meant she wouldn't be far off of... Wait... If her farts were this intense... What were her dumps gonna be like?! My imagination started racing. As she continued her fart, bits of mud started to fleck onto the ground. That was not helping shake the vivid image from my head. She turned to me, seeing I was covering my nose. "What's wrong? Don't like the smell?" Oh, if only she knew... "It's a bit overpowering." "Well, I wouldn't know, I've gotten used to the sme-..." She trailed off and stopped, looking down at me confused. Her slit pupils weren't actually that unsettling, it's not like they were really wide and distracting. I stopped, looking around, baffled. "What? Why are we stopping?" "You've, uhm... You've got something right there..." She pointed in between my legs. Shit, she'd seen I'd 'pitched a tent', as it were! How the fuck was I going to explain this?! "UHHH...! That's, uhm...!" I cover my crotch. What should I say? Does she know how arousal works for men? Should I lie? No, she deserves better than for me to lie to her... What should I say?! "Why are you so flustered? Was it something I did?" Okay, time to come clean. "Mirinha, do you know what arousal is?" "Kind of, yeah. Haven't properly experienced it myself, being the only one of my kind, but yeah." "W- Well... Uh... Imagine feeling that, but..." "But what?" "U- Uh... Well... I mean I'm aroused b-by... Girls... Farting..." She looked at me quizzically. But then everything seemed to fit together in her head, and a slow, mischievous grin spread across her face. It was slightly unsettling, even a bit malicious. She slowly walked up to me. "So... You're saying that you... Like me? Love me, even?" Thank God she'd said it... "Yes, Mirinha... I... I guess I do..." Her smile was actually slightly infectious, I felt myself smirking back. She ruffled my hair. "That's cute. I've never met a human like you." "Y- You don't think it's... Weird?" She laughed a little. "When you're a giant reptile isolated in a swamp, you lose track of what's acceptable. So, do you humans get a growth down there every time you're aroused?" "No, it's just the male sex organ. It's called a..." I thought for a second. There were so many names for it. I settled on the 'correct' name, "Well, the organ is called a p-... a penis..." God, this was an awkward conversation. "It goes stiff when aroused." Mirinha just looked at me blankly. "...I take it you humans don't talk much about sexual organs then? Considering how embarrassed you are? So, the female of your species... Do they have this?" She pointed in between her own thighs, where I saw her... 'Womanhood', putting it delicately. I instinctively averted my eyes. "Y- Yep. That's a... Uh huh. That's definitely a... Vagina." Great, just boosting the awkwardness of this conversation. She just smirked. "Come on, the sun'll set soon. We've only got a bit more of a walk." We continued walking for a while, but soon enough we started to reach a clearing. Founded here was the village of Alma de Fuego, a small area with a few houses, a couple of shops and one town hall. Mirinha stopped at the edge of the trees, not going any further. "This is where I leave you. I cannot give myself away to the village, they'd kill me if they had the chance." I looked back at her. "I understand. I'll find a place to call home, try and get a job, and in the morning I'll visit you." She smiled. Even with slit pupils, she still looked... Cute? I know, giant swamp creature, reptilian and such, but... I don't know, I still think she looked pretty damn adorable. "Hey, can I share a secret with you?" "Yeah?" Suddenly, she grabbed the back of my head and whisked me round behind her. I was aware of her tail just above my head, which meant she held me right next to her... Oh. I was not prepared for what followed. Prrrrrrrrrrrrffffffffffffffllllllrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmvvvvvvvvvrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr- Okay, so it wasn't the loudest I'd heard her rip so far. In fact, it was a deliberately quiet grumbler, as to not alert the locals. But damn, it was smelly. I couldn't do justice to describing the smell, but I'll give it a shot. Imagine the rotting carcass of a marine animal, soaked in saltwater, and with the added heat of the sun to make it decompose faster. It had that sort of smell - decaying fish, but a somewhat salty, wet secondary smell. Speaking of wet, the fart was that as well. It wasn't enough to let any brown residue fly forth, but it was still slightly sickening to listen to up close. And man, I loved every second of it, even when it crossed the minute mark. -rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss-PPPRRRRRMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmbbbbrrrrrrrvvvvllllrpt! The fart started to lower into a hiss, rushing out from between her titanic cheeks. After a while, she must have gotten fed up of the quiet of the fart, so she kicked it up a notch, blasting me with a more forceful blast which trailed into a low bubbling. Once it finished, she let go of my head and let me move away from the epicentre. The fart, in total, was two minutes long, but it felt a whole lot longer. "A little parting gift. See you tomorrow~" She then crawled off into the forest, skulking into the water. Oh... Man... What a tease! I turned back to the village and walked into the main square. I got a couple of confused look from the locals who were shutting up their markets for the day. I couldn't speak Spanish, so communication would be difficult. Reading a couple of signs on the wall, I noted a sign that said: Rooms To Let: House no. 22. Pay with chores + filling a job vacancy. I'm not sure what was more confusing - that they had a sign written in both English and Spanish, or that they'd leave a room vacancy without direct pay. The village was small - it wasn't difficult finding house number twenty-two, considering there were only 25 houses total. It was an attached house - it wasn't detached in any way, and by the looks of things was no bigger than an apartment. I knocked on the door, deciding to take advantage of the vacancy. No one answered. I was about to knock again, but then heard a noise. Prrrrrrmmmmmmvvvvllllllrrrrrrrrrrrrrrpppt! From the other side of the door, a muffled sound rumbled. It was definitely a fart. I waited for a minute, and then heard the flushing of a toilet, and the door swung open. I was greeted by a girl of about 22 years of age. She had light bronze skin, and caramel-brown hair. She wore blue jean-shorts and a white t-shirt, although it looked quite soaked with sweat. She was quite curvy, but after meeting Mirinha... My heart was taken. She shot me a fiery glare - not necessarily of anger, but of scrutiny, trying to figure out why I was here. "Uh, I read that you have a room vacancy? I don't have anywhere to live, so I need somewhere to cras-" "What's with the gun?" I glanced at my arms. I hadn't realised I'd been carrying my assault rifle all day... I scratched the back of my head. "I'm ex-military. As in, they sent me on a suicide mission and think I'm dead. I'll get rid of the gun if it means I can live here." She looked at me with suspicion. "And how can I trust you? How do I know you won't try to take advantage of me?" I backed off a bit. "Woah, I wouldn't! I swear! Look, I'll get rid of the gun, and maybe we could talk about me moving in here?" I started to dismantle the gun. I quickly ran over to a nearby bin and dumped the parts of the gun into it. I walked back to the front door. "See? No gun." She sighed. "Come in." As I walked into the house, the first thing I noticed was the smell. I mean, I'd heard the sound of her... Passing gas from outside, but I take it the problem was more than that. It was a hot, spicy smell, which wasn't pleasant when coupled with the muggy atmosphere. She sat me down on a sofa, which was quite comfy. She sat in an arm chair across from me. "Sorry about the odour... I may have clogged the toilet. I can get a plumber in, but they'll be a few days 'cus they'd need to come in from the mainland. Sorry if it bothers you, but you'll have to get used to it." "Honestly? I've done a bit of DIY pipework before, I could probably fix the toilet for you." She looked at me, surprised by my offer. "You... Don't mind the smell?" "Uh... No, I don't." I didn't mention the detail that I'd smelt much worse from Mirinha today. She blushed, and seemed to be shaking a little. Was she... Was she about to cry? "Sorry, it's just... My boyfriend left me a few months ago because..." She pointed towards a shut door, which I assumed was the bathroom. "He used to drive fish stocks from the harbour to the village, but he left here for America after he dumped me. "Is that what the job vacancy is? You deserve way better than that dude if he left you over something so petty." She gave a deep exhale, perhaps to calm her nerves. "Yes, if you're staying here all you have to do is, every month or so, take a shipment of fish from the harbour and drive it here. It's a 5 minute drive, but it's too much to carry. Besides, the terrain is too muddy to walk through." I nodded. After being in the army, driving 10 minutes a month would be easy. "Sounds like a good deal." "Some advice, first. Don't stray to far into the swamp, otherwise... Well, there's an ancient creature in there. We call her Mirinha, and she... Well, just don't venture off of the road when driving." I thought for a minute. Should I tell her that Mirinha wasn't dangerous, that she didn't mean any harm? No, it would be too difficult to explain. "Okay. Name's James McAnnen." I said, holding out my hand. "Sofia Lopez. Nice to meet you, James." She shook my hand. We spoke for a while, about living arrangements, the town, and a bit about how I ended up on the island. After a while, we noticed it had gone dark. My bed was separate from Sofia, but we were in the same room. I wasn't so sure about it, but if she trusted me I was fine with it. I lay awake for a while, but my mind was racing. Could I really sustain life here? How long until the military found out I was alive? How could I sneak out to see Mirinha when everyone thought she was a monster? Brrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmvvvvvvrrrrrrrrllllllll-RRRRRRRBBBBBBBRRRRRRMMMMMPT! My thoughts were interrupted by Sofia's butt letting out a wet, rumbling fart. I will say that, even though Mirinha had won my heart, it was difficult to deny that Sofia's fart was still really cute. "Excuse me..." She whispered quietly. It was a boiling hot night, but eventually I drifted off to sleep. My dreams were fitful, and filled with lusting fantasies about Mirinha. It was disturbing, really. I couldn't believe I'd fallen so deeply for her in such a short amount of time. Sure, we'd spoken quite a bit while on our walk, but we didn't know each other that well. So... Why did I feel so strongly about her? But rest assured, when morning came, I'd meet her again. And that concludes my first chapter. I hope, if you enjoyed, you'll stick through with my story. There's so much to tell. Alas, I must leave this here, the first chapter of my journal...

Something wasn't right. Kristi could tell, immediately, that something was different upon waking up. The first thing Kristi noticed was that she wasn't wearing anything. Usually she'd put on pajamas before sleeping, or fall asleep in her clothes. She never stripped completely for sleep. The second thing that caught her attention was the thickness of the duvet. It felt bulky, and warm. It was comforting, but it sure as hell wasn't Kristi's duvet - there was no way she could afford something so nice, not on her pay! Upon slowly opening her eyes, the third new and strange thing was the ceiling. Rather than being the dull grey of her apartment, this one was... Lilac? Violet? Whatever it was, it wasn't her apartment grey. It was then that Kristi came to a conclusion: This wasn't her bedroom. She sat up in the large bed, looking around the room. She saw her watch on the bedside table, reading 9:46 am. She grabbed it and fastened it to her wrist. Oh, yeah. Now I'm totally dressed. Kristi thought sarcastically. She looked over to the floor next to the bedroom door - she could make out her 'Queensrÿche - Rage for Order' t-shirt, and some of her black briefs. She got out of the bed and pulled them on. She saw her other clothes, but she held off on putting them on. If she was where she thought she was, she wouldn't need to put them on. She could only vaguely remember yesterday - she was always a bit forgetful in the morning of a hangover (And the pounding headache did indeed indicate she was hung-over) - but she remembered she was on a date with her girlfriend Laura. She remembered getting lunch... Going to the toilet... Telling Laura- Kristi froze. She'd told Laura. She'd told her about her fetish. Kristi was surprised. If that's what I was doing when I was sober in the morning... She shook her head. Things must have gone well, otherwise she wouldn't be here - in what she assumed to be Laura's house. Which means last night, the two of them must have been... Well, they wouldn't have just slept in the same bed and not do anything. Other fragmented memories started to resurface about their night - they'd gone to Laura's home, ordered pizza, relaxed for a bit, got some beers to drink, and then got busy in bed. It was like a dream night! Kristi smiled. With confidence, she opened the bedroom door. Kristi came out to a landing at the top of some stairs. How decadent - more than two floors. Kristi mused, only having an apartment for her to call home. She made her way down the steps. As she did so, she picked up the smell and sound of sizzling bacon. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she came into a small, front room. The front door was shut, and, as Kristi recalled, if she went down the hall on her right she'd find the kitchen. She pushed the kitchen door open and- Oh. My. God. Stood at the gas cooker, making breakfast for herself, was Laura. Now, Laura was already a stunningly curvaceous woman (although some petty people may claim she's a bit on the hefty side), and Kristi was well aware of this fact. The only things missing from Laura's angelic look would have been wings and a halo - she always looked somewhat divine. So what had Kristi gobsmacked? To answer a question with another question: Is there anything better than a cute girl in loose-fitting pajamas? Kristi could only see Laura from behind, but that's all she needed. She wore a light pink tank top, which hung loosely to just above her mid-drift. And below that clung pink, fluffy pajama bottoms. She was also wearing, underneath, black panties which looked a size or two too small. Kristi knew this, because the pajama bottoms Laura was wearing were about halfway down her buttcheeks, clearly too small to be pulled up much further and stay in place. Her panties looked practically absorbed in her butt's flesh, essentially a thong with how small they were on her. It was too cute for Kristi's little heart to take first thing in the morning. Laura had clearly felt a slight draft from the now-open doorway Kristi stood in, because she turned to face her girlfriend. "So, sleeping beauty awakens, huh? Wondered when you'd be up..." Laura said turning back to her cooking. "That'd be a good name for our coupling; I'd be sleeping, you'd be beauty~" Kristi said, looking over Laura's shoulder at the frying pan. "Wow, bacon and eggs? I didn't know you were able to fry those at the same time." "It's not easy, but I can manage. I figured you'd be up soon so I took the liberty of making enough for both of us." "Cool! But, uh... You know what eggs do to me, right?~" "I don't know anything that wouldn't do that to you. They do the same thing to me. Besides, from what you told me yesterday..." Kristi scratched the back of her head. "Heh, yeah. You don't... Mind, right? I mean, you shouldn't feel pressured into being gassy for me if you don't want to..." BBBLLllllrrrrrrruuummmmBBBBLLLLVVVVVVRRRRRMMMMPT! Laura's butt hummed with a bubbling release, which rumbled through her pajama bottoms with varying levels of force. "It's a good think Iwant to be gassy for you, then~" The smell of digested, spoiled dairy filled the air, floating around the two girls, the warmth embracing them. Laura grabbed two plates and placed one fried egg on each, along with a few pieces of bacon. Laura then turned off the gas (From her butt and the cooker) and walked into the dining room, with Kristi following close behind. They sat next to each other and ate in silence. It was the best bacon and eggs Kristi had ever had. Then again, McDonald's wasn't exactly culinary art, so her standards weren't too high. Still, they tasted great. They both finished eating at around the same time, just letting their breakfast settle. Prrrrrllllllmmmmmmbbblllllrrrrrrrrrrrfffffffllllllrrrrrrrbbbbrrrbrrrrt! Kristi pressed down on her stomach a little to help ease out a low, rumbling fart. The smell of sulphur rose through the air. Laura glanced at Kristi when she caught the smell. "How can your farts already be eggy?! You just ate them!" Kristi smirked, "You think I've got the answer? My stomach works in mysterious ways..." Laura rolled her eyes. "Y'know, I've never met anyone so... Casual about their gas. I'm... I'm glad. It's nice to know someone I don't have to restrict myself around." Laura looked at her exposed mid-drift as it visibly grumbled with digestion. "Baby's kicking?" Kristi said sarcastically. "Are you saying I look pregnant?" Kristi held up her hands, "No, your stomach's fine! I like a little bit of meat on the bones anyway..." Laura self-consciously put her hand to her stomach. "You think I'm not... Fat, then?" Kristi put her arm around Laura. "Of course not. Not that it would matter if you were, I'd love you anyway. Point is, I love you how you are." Laura nodded. She then leaned to the side. BRRRRRMMMMMMBBBLLLLRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVMMMMMRRRRRrrrrrrllrlllllllrrrrrrllflrrrrrrrrrblrpllrmpt! Kristi seemed to blush for Laura as she felt the fart rattle the chair below her and send vibrations through her. The fart trailed off in power towards the end, only bubbling and fluttering out of Laura's backside. Kristi gently put a hand to her groin - it was almost instinctive to do so, trying to quell the pleasure she felt. Laura smirked. "Hard to believe I was crying over letting rip in front of you yesterday, and now I can do it entirely without worrying." She put her hand on Kristi's, moving it away from her nether-regions. "Come on, we should get dressed." Kristi frowned, confused. "Why? Where are we going?" "Well, I figured since I've got today booked off as well, we could go shopping for clothes?" "One slight problem - I don't have much money. I haven't got the paycheque for my articles yet." Laura smiled. "Oh, don't worry - I'll pay for the stuff we buy!" "Really?! I mean, I'd kinda feel bad spending your money..." "Nonsense! I get paid enough to own a house like this, I can pay a little for your clothes. I'm gonna go get dressed." Laura stood up from her chair and made her way up to her room. Kristi followed, remembering she had also left her clothes there. They both climbed the staircase, Kristi's eyes permanently fixed on Laura's behind as it wobbled with each step upwards. Kristi grabbed her clothes from the room and didn't spend long getting them on. She glanced over at Laura, who was now fully dressed apart from her leggings. She was trying to pull them up over her butt, but they weren't making it up. Kristi came up behind Laura, who looked quite frustrated. "Do you want me to help?" Kristi said, putting her hands onto the waistband of the leggings. She pulled up, feeling the soft flesh of Laura's backside resisting the leggings. They slowly made their way up despite the resistance. PRRRRMMMMMMbbbbblllrrrrrrrmmmmmmBBBBRRRRRRUUUUUUMMMP! Laura blushed as a bubbling fart escaped as the leggings made their way over the top of her buttcheeks. Kristi flushed red - she was caught in the blast, and loved every second of it. "You're not doing this deliberately, are you?" Laura smiled. "No, it just kinda... Happens. But you like it anyway, so why do you care?" Kristi shrugged, "It's a bit awkward for me because I like it. I just feel... I dunno, guilty for liking it?" "Guilty for something you can't control? Where have I heard that before...?" "Okay, you've got me there." --- Once ready, the two girls got into the car, and Laura started the drive up to the mall. This time, they were going to visit the clothes store and then go back to Laura's house for lunch. The car journey itself wasn't that long - it usually took a while on the bus from Kristi's house, about 10 minutes, but buses generally took longer anyway. In reality, Kristi's apartment wasn't far from Laura's house at all, but they didn't realise that when they organised their first date. It was a distance which could have easily been walked. Laura had to stop the car when they came to a red traffic light. She sighed. "Y'know, I've noticed that every time I get stuck at this traffic light, I get stuck at most other ones down this road." "That sounds fun..." Kristi said sarcastically. She was a bit absent-minded, because her stomach felt heavy and burdened with last nights food. She didn't really want to let any gas out - she didn't want to subject Laura to that. Sure, when she'd farted in front of Laura before it had gone fine, but... Laura now knew Kristi liked farting. Letting rip next to someone who doesn't like it just seemed wrong. Kristi was kinda hoping Laura would clear the air first. That way she wouldn't have to worry about being the first source of the smell. RRRrrrrrruuuuuurrrrllllluuuRRRRRRRGGGLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLuuurrrrrrrrmmmmmllllrrrr...! Welp, I've been rumbled, Kristi thought to herself, not realising the pun as her stomach rumbled loudly. Laura looked at her concerned. "Do you... need to let anything out?" "You don't mind, do you? I didn't want to in case you weren't okay with it. I mean, we're in an enclosed spa-" "Kristi, it would be pretty hypocritical of me if I said I wasn't okay with it." Laura said. There was a sort of warmth to her voice which reassured Kristi. It was as if she understood exactly what she was thinking, and could respond in a way which made worry wash away. Brrrrrlllllllmmmmmmbbbbbbrrrrrrrrrrrrlllllllrrr-RRRMMMMMBBBLLLLRRRRMMPPRRRRLLLLLT! Kristi sighed as she let a bubbly fart out directly into the car seat. It rumbled at a similar frequency to the idling engine. About halfway through the release, the lights turned green, and as Laura pulled away and the engines rumbled to life, so did Kristi's gas. The smell that arose from the cloud of gas was, by most accounts, putrid. It was very much sulphuric, and the temperature in the car increased a bit. But, considering the standard of air Laura was used to breathing at her day job, she was used to the smell of gas. The drive went on, and at each traffic light stop Kristi would let out smaller bits of gas. Eventually, the car pulled into the mall car park, and soon enough the couple was walking into the mall. Most of the clothes stores were on the main floor, so they didn't have to descend at all. The first store they went into seemed to specialise in leggings, jeans, trousers and skirts. Kristi naturally gravitated towards the jeans section, and Laura followed her. Laura didn't really wear jeans - they were often restrictive, and (While she didn't admit it to most) she had torn many pairs of jeans at the seams. Kristi pulled off a pair of black jeans off of the rack. They looked almost identical to her current pair. "Think I'll try these on." Laura smiled, "You sure you don't want to try anything different?" Kristi shook her head, "If it ain't broke..." Laura made her way over to the leggings section of the store. She looked at various different colours - blue, purple, red, green - but settled on a pair of grey leggings. Taking them off the rack, she turned to Kristi. "Should we try these on?" "Well, I wasn't planning on just leaving without checking they fit." The couple made their way over to the changing rooms, walking into the same cubicle. It was a small room with a curtain partition in place of a door, but the walls were top-to-bottom, to avoid peeping over into adjacent cubicles. There was (naturally) a full body mirror for the occupants to make sure their clothes looked good on them. Kristi put the jeans she had picked out on the bench in the cubicle, and unfastened her current pair. Laura pulled down her leggings fairly easily. Kristi grabbed hold of her new pair of jeans, and stepped into them. She pulled them up to her thighs and stopped for a moment. She noticed Laura was struggling on her new leggings. "Dammit, these are my size as well!" Laura huffed, frustrated that her butt was so stubborn. "Do you need help again?" Kristi asked, hoping the answer would be yes. "No, no, it's fine." Laura said exasperated. Things were clearly not fine. She tried to pull the leggings up further, putting all her might into it. They slowly slid upwards. Prrmmpt! Brrrfffllummp! Brrrrvvvvt! As Laura continued to struggle, small bursts of gas made their way out. Her leggings had reached a half way point, which is where Kristi decided to help. She wrung her hands around the top of the leggings and started pulling. Although, perhaps she started pulling a little toohard. BRRRMMMMMMMVVVVLLLLLLRRRRRRUUUUUUMMMMMMBBBBBLLLLRRRRUUBBBBBBBRRRRRRRT! Kristi flushed red. Pulling up Laura's leggings had actually caused her to lose focus on her own stomach. The fart that blew from her jeans was powerful, able to flutter the curtain behind her, and was audible from the front of the store. Kristi wouldn't have been so embarrassed if Laura, when the fart ended, didn't ask: "Was that deliberate?" "N-No! It just slipped..." Kristi said, somewhat unconvincingly. She didn't do it deliberately, but how was Laura supposed to believe her? She knew that Kristi liked farting, of course she assumed she let it out deliberately. Kristi may have been weird, but she sure as hell wasn't a liar! How would she convince Laura that it wasn't delibera- "Okay, just wondering." Laura mumbled. ...What? She just... Trusted she was telling the truth? Kristi had started to prepare an argument to explain exactly how she hadn't done it deliberately, but... Apparently she didn't need to. She could really trust Laura. It was a strange feeling. She'd never really trusted anyone truly before. Her Secondary School friends, her college mates, even her ex-band-mates had been disconnected the past few years. She hadn't felt that she could rely on anyone since... Well, ever. The closest she'd gotten was her ex-girlfriend Julie, and they'd broken up when their secondary school/college band had disbanded. Apart from her... Nobody had been that trustworthy of her, and she hadn't trusted anybody as much as Laura. It was strange to think they'd only known each other for a few days... Laura, in the meantime, had pulled up her leggings fully. She smiled, satisfied with the result. The thing was, even though the leggings were difficult to pull up, they didn't look that tight. Granted, there was some overhang from Laura's slightly-doughy-midsection, but it wasn't much of a muffin top. Kristi was honestly surprised - it had been so difficult to pull up, and yet they looked so good on her. Decidedly content with their clothes, they changed back into their regular clothes and left the cubicle. A female attendant gave the couple a judgmental, somewhat disgusted look. Kristi just ignored her. Ppppfffffffffssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhssssssssssssssss...! Well, not entirely ignoring her. She decided if she was going to act so stuck up about the gas, she should at least have a strong smell to complain about. And judging from the heat the fart came out at, it was going to stink. Kristi picked up the pace a little after the release, Laura following her quickly. Laura paid for their clothes and walked out of the store. "Kristi, that smell was rancid!" Laura whispered, trying not to draw attention from other people in the mall. "Well, I did let out a silent fart just before leaving..." Laura looked surprised. "Lucky, whenever I try to make it silent it doesn't work... Well, unless I actively move some of my butt out of the way..." She trailed off, embarrassed. It wasn't exactly a standard topic of conversation to have while walking. Kristi smiled. She pictured Laura in a public area, desperate to fart and trying to let one out silently. But instead she releases a low, revving fart like a low, idling engine. Quiet, but not silent. It was amusing to Kristi, that thought. It was definitely arousing, although Kristi also hoped it didn't happen to Laura. That would be too embarrassing for her. Snapping back to reality, she turned to Laura. "What now, then? Do you want to buy anything else?" Laura thought for a minute. "Nothing in particular, really. What do you want to do?" "Well, I was just thinking we should crash at your place. Relax a little. I mean, have you got tomorrow booked off, or are you at work?" Laura sighed, "Yeah, I've got work on Friday. You just want to relax back at my place?" "Yeah, I also need to do some research for my next set of articles, so I don't want to do too much shopping today. Relaxing before tomorrow's work, y'know?" With that settled, the couple headed back to the car. Laura put the clothes onto the back seat, and they sat down in the car. With the doors closed, Laura leaned to the side. BBBRRRMMMMMPPPPPPLLLLLRRRRRMMMMMMVVVVVVRRRRRRLLLLLMMMMMPPPPPRRRRRRT! Laura sighed, blushing a little. Her face wasn't embarrassed, but more relieved. Kristi just stared as Laura's fart ripped for nearly 10 seconds. It made Kristi feel uncomfortable because it was so... Casual. And really attractive. Laura turned the key in the ignition. --- Once they got back to Laura's house, they both went to crash on her sofa. Kristi had sat down first, lying with one foot on the sofa and one foot still on the floor. Laura sat in front of Kristi, allowing Kristi to hug her from behind. Neither of them knew why they felt tired - they'd gone out, bought one item of clothing each, and came back again. Perhaps it was working from Monday and Tuesday? Or just the exhausting nature of work in general. They didn't care. They had each other, and just being in each other's embrace was enough for them at at that moment. Kristi glanced down at Laura when she heard her stomach rumble ominously. "Heheh, I think I'm hungry. Do you want me to make some lunch?" Kristi smiled, "What're we having?" Laura thought for a moment. "I've got some burgers, do you want some with cheese?" "I'm fine with cheese, it's whether you can handle it." "I'll be fine. I'll start them now." Laura stood up and headed into the kitchen, preparing to make lunch. Meanwhile, Kristi sat up on the sofa, trying not to relax too much. The sofa was really soft, better than any furniture that she had at her apartment. She could hear the sound of sizzling in the kitchen, which made her stomach bubble up and groan with hunger. Bbrrrrrlllllmmmmmmmvvvvvvvvvvvvrrrrrrppppt! And also with more gas. The smell that rose up from between her legs was strong and eggy, even making herself embarrassed. She wouldn't be surprised if, when she got home, she'd need to use the toilet. The smell seemed to remain stagnant in the air, which was made the smell a bit more nauseating, and was quite a warm, wet cloud. A few minutes later, Laura emerged from the kitchen, holding two plates. On each was a large cheeseburger, with heavy emphasis on the cheese. The dripping yellow goop practically covered the entire burger, and hid the fact that there was, indeed, some lettuce and onion below the actual meat. The buns were almost shiny, and the burgers overall looked delicious. Laura set down the plates on the dining table and sat down. Kristi got up off the sofa to sit with her. As they took their first bite of their meal... Fuck, it was good. The cheese was incredibly soft and gooey, coming away in strings with each bite. The meat was just tender enough, and the lettuce added a certain crispness to the overall texture. Kristi couldn't even come up with any sort of comment, it was just too good. The lunch didn't last long at all. "Oh, man that was great! You're really good at cooking, Laura." "Thank you, but it's nothing really. It's the least I can do." Laura responded. She then added, "So, when do you want me to drop you off back at your place?" Kristi checked a clock on the wall. "2:30?! Where'd the time go? I should probably go soon, I've got deadlines to meet..." She met Laura's gaze, and felt guilt form in her chest. Or was it a belch? Point was, she felt bad. "I hope we can meet at the weekend..." "It's fine, I'm free on the weekend. I'll drive you home now." Laura stood up, but then put a hand to her stomach. RrrrrruuuuuRRRRRrMMMMMmmmmmmgggGGGGGGLLLLRRRRRRrrrrgglllllllrBBBRRRllllllRRRRRMMMmmmmmrrrr...! "Oh, man, that cheese is not gonna be fun on the way out. I better drive you home soon, it's gonna be a loooong bathroom break~" Kristi was about to interject that she would've liked to see that, but Laura stopped her. "Maybe another time, Kristi. I don't think I'm quite...There yet." Kristi held up her hands, "Alright, I get it. I was only curious. Should I get in the car?" The car journey was awfully quiet. It wasn't an awkward silence, it was just... Contented silence. Nothing really needed to be said, it was just a relaxing and short car journey. While Kristi probably could have walked, Laura wanted to see her off. And Laura didn't want to work in case the dairy caught up to her quickly. The only sound (aside from the engine) were a couple of directions muttered by Kristi to make sure Laura was going the right way. Soon enough, Laura pulled up to the front of Kristi's apartment block. The couple locked eyes for a moment, before they both got out of the car. Kristi pulled out her keys, and walked up to the door, where she turned back to Laura. "Thanks for..." Kristi began. She didn't quite know what to thank her for. The food, the hospitality, the jeans (which she held under her arm), or even last night. Eventually, she settled to thank her for "Everything. It was great, getting to know you." Laura smiled affectionately. "No, thank you for... Everything. You're really understanding and kind, and great company." She leaned in to kiss Kristi. The kiss was almost as hypnotic as their first, but this time was different. Kristi subtly reached around Laura to feel her backside a bit. She could feel Laura tense up slightly at the sensation. Considering she didn't pull away, she must have liked it. BrrrrvvvvvvvvvrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmBBBBBBRRRRRLLLLLLLLMMMMMMMVVVVVVLLLLRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPRRRRLLLLLRRRRBBBBLLRRT! Thanks to the loosening of her cheeks and the feeling of arousal, a fart started to rumble as the kiss went on. The bubbling wet texture was slightly concerning, and when the smell hit it became apparent why - a distinctly cheesy smell rose from it. The fart seemed to intensify at the tail-end, hinting at what lay beyond. Laura pulled away from the kiss once the release ended. "Uhm, I need to go now. I'll see you soon!" Laura said, then turning to hurry to her car. Small wet puffs of gas popped out with each step. Kristi turned back to enter her house just after saying "Goodbye!". She walked up the steps to find her apartment door. She unlocked it and stepped inside. Everything was how she'd left it. Plllllllrrrrrmmmmmbbbbbbrrrrrrvvvvvvvvrrrrrrrmmmmmbbbbllllrrrrt! Kristi blushed as a slightly wet fart of her own made itself known to the world. "This is going to be fun...~"

*BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP!* "Urgh..." Kristi felt her joints creek as she awoke from her slumber. Her eyes slowly opened to find she was not in the comfort of her bed, but was indeed lying fully clothed on her sofa. She glanced at her TV set. She must have fallen asleep watching that Political Documentary about British Parliament and society in the 60's to the 90's. She had planned to write an article on it. But instead, she saw the open DVD case for Megadeth's Live show, Rude Awakening. Fuck, Kristi thought, I need to stop procrastinating and watch that documentary... Maybe tonight. *BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP!* "Dammit... Stupid alarm..." Kristi gazed at the alarm clock at the other side of the room. She must have brought into the main living area in case she fell asleep. She reached down and pulled a pillow she was sat on from under herself. *FWOOOO-CRASH!* Kristi sent the pillow spiraling through the air. It hit the alarm and switched it off, but also knocked it onto the ground. She sighed, glad the alarm was no longer pestering her. She glanced around the room, noticing a few things lying around from last night. Se noticed 4 empty bottles of Doom Bar beer on the coffee table. That explains the headache... She then noticed a box of pizza next to her on the sofa. There was still a third left in the box. It's not like me to eat less than one pizza... Kristi then looked at the cardboard disposal box, where two pizza boxes were stored. That makes more sense. Swinging her legs off of the sofa, she went to tidy away the bottles and put the pizza box on the dining table. Kristi then grabbed the alarm clock off of the floor and returned it to the bedroom. The last thing to put back was the cushion. Out of curiosity, she held the pillow up to her nose and sniffed deep. Mmmm, meat-feast~, she thought. She must have been ripping ass in her sleep. She chucked it back over onto the sofa. Kristi pulled her phone out of her pocket. 1 new message, the screen read. Kristi unlocked her phone and checked the message. It was from Laura. Kristi blushed. She'd met Laura 2 days ago at the mall. Laura had gotten briefly stuck in a lift with Kristi, and had seemed desperate for the toilet (She'd mentioned something about lactose intolerance, Kristi could relate). Kristi did the noble thing and cleared the nearest bathroom with a powerful, potent release. One thing lead to another, and now the two were... Dating? Kristi wasn't quite sure. Despite feeling sympathetic for her, she hardly knew Laura. Kristi opened the message. Laura: Got the day off. Do U want 2 get coffee? Mall 4 lunch? Kristi smiled. She was glad she didn't have to initiate the first date. She always felt awkward asking out of nowhere, Hey, do you want to go out? Get something to eat, stuff ourselves silly, get kinky? Even just now, she was starting to take her offer too far. She swiftly moved her fingers across the touchscreen. Kristi: Ok. See you soon xx Rrrrrrrrbbbbrrrrrrlllllrrrrggggrrrr... Kristi looked down at her stomach as it rumbled ominously. She hadn't gone to the toilet this morning. Prrrr-rrruuummmblllrrrrvvvrr...! Out of Kristi's jeans rumbled a 5 second bubbler. Kristi was about to make her way to the bathroom, but then remembered something. "I've been wearing these clothes the past 3 or four days. These need cleaning..." A thought then occurred to Kristi. "If they're going in the wash anyway...~" She walked into her bedroom and grabbed her full-body mirror. She wheeled it into the bathroom. She locked the bathroom door (She wasn't sharing the apartment with anyone, but just to be on the safe side) and looked at herself in the mirror she'd wheeled in. God, I look a wreck... Kristi thought. Her hair was ruffled and untidy (It wasn't the tidiest normally, but she'd usually brush it.), she had vague streaks of pizza sauce around her mouth, there was a slice of pepperoni on her shirt, and her jeans had slid down a little, revealing the cleft of her butt. She quickly washed her face and ate the bit of pepperoni. Now, back to business... RRRUUURrrrrGllRRRRGGGRRRRROORGGGRR...! Kristi felt her stomach moan as a cramp seized her mid-drift. She fought the urge to pull down her jeans. BRRRR-ruurrrrrrmmmmmBBBBBRRRRRRRRLLLLLRRRRRRRrrrvvvvvvvvvvvrrlllrrrbbplrbplrpt! A nauseatingly wet fart bubbled out from her rear, fluctuating in tone as it tried to push out more than just gas. Kristi had had accidents before (Usually after a Mexican or curry. One time was after stuffing herself on Christmas day. Her and her mum had a bit of a contest of who could hold their meal in the longest. Kristi had won, but as her mum was the one who got to the toilet on Boxing day Kristi didn't see herself as much of a winner), some of which she did deliberately (She'd gone through a phase of public "accidents"), but she'd often wore cheap leggings for those. They allowed the bulge to be seen easier and just felt easier to crap in. They also stained easily, which was a bonus. Kristi had never had an accident in jeans (Which was strange because of how often she wore them). She owned 3 identical pairs, so even if she ruined one she could just alternate between the remaining two. Kristi turned to look at her butt in the mirror, at a profile view. Kristi was appreciative of her look, she was glad with the proportions of her body. Her butt stuck out just enough and had a nice curve to it. It also looked visibly fairly soft, and she loved how it looked in jeans. She had found herself envious of other girls (Most recently Laura - her butt looked so doughy), but when she thought about it she wouldn't trade out her body for anybody else. Kristi cupped her buttcheeks lightly, as if weighing them. She loved the weight they had in her hands. Prrrlllrrrrrrrffffffffbbbrrfff! A shorter, airy fart made its way out of her backside. Its tone implied something more was on its way. Kristi pushed harder. Prrrrffff-BLLLRRPT-PRRRSH-CRRRCKLE! The initial fart was airy like before, but soon exploded into a bubbly fart. Changing again, the fart became far more moist and soft crackling was heard from her jeans. Kristi glanced an herself in the mirror - her face had gone bright red, from half embarrassment and half arousal. She glanced at her butt in the mirror, looking at the slight bulge her turd was making against the back of her jeans. BBRRRBBBRRRRRFFFLLLLLRRRRAAPT-SPPLLLRRRSHHHCHLLLRRRPLLLLLLLLURRRRCHH! Kristi followed through on the log, with a loud bubbling shart accompanying it. With the floodgates open, a stream of logs and mushy faecal matter filled her jeans, creating a wet slapping sound as it all poured out. It was runnier than Kristi had been anticipating (Although she should have seen it coming - she'd often get the runs after a night of drinking), but it wasn't going to seep through her panties. BvvvvrrrrrBBLLLLLRRRUUUUMMMMPPT! As if emphasising the end of her accident, a bubbly fart burst out, muffled by the mess. Kristi was moaning to herself; just from having the immense, smelly brown sludge in her jeans, she was getting off. She didn't even need to touch herself to bring around a climax, it was that intense. "Phew..." Was all Kristi could manage after standing in her load for about 20 seconds. She carefully unzipped her Jeans, and slowly pulled them down. She looked in between her legs and almost swooned at the thick gloopy mess. She could feel some of it stuck inside her buttcrack as well. To most it would have been an unpleasant feeling. Not to Kristi. Remembering what she was doing, she took off her jeans. There was a brown skid-mark on the inside of the jeans. As far as she could tell, it wasn't visible from the outside. Even still, she tried to wipe away some of the residue from the inside, and then put her jeans into the washing basket in the corner. She glanced back down at her panties - they were barely holding under the weighty load. They were white briefs, although needless to say they were no longer as white as they once were. In reality, they had already had a brown stain from the last time Kristi had worn them, and a fart had become a little too wet. Surprisingly, most of her underwear stayed clean. This was due to Kristi having decent control over her bowels, and whenever she wore leggings for deliberate accidents she went commando. The same could not be said for the smell of most of her underwear. Deciding that her briefs had just seen their final days, she carefully took the filled panties and dropped them into the toilets. *SPLOOSH!* "Right... I should probably shower." Kristi said to herself. She glanced at her bare ass in the mirror - it was pretty filthy. She took off her t-shirt and chucked it into the washing basket with her jeans. She then went to remove her bra, only then realising she must have taken it off last night to make herself comfier, because she wasn't wearing it now. She stepped into the shower and started running the water. She personally preferred baths (bubbles were fun), but a bath would just leave her sitting in shit tainted water, which was hardly useful for becoming clean. She grabbed some shower gel and put herself under the running shower head. "AH! That's cold!" Kristi jumped. She started blushing - she didn't like being caught off guard. She was rarely caught off guard, but when she was she'd always feel really embarrassed. She'd been surprised into farting before, and unlike farting of her own volition she derived no pleasure from it. Kristi shook it off and turned up the hot tap a bit. She went back into the now-warm stream of water. She washed away all visible residue of her accident before getting some shampoo and washing her hair. Heh, shampoo, Kristi thought immaturely. After applying the shampoo, she moved on to the shower gel and started rubbing it over her body. Suds started to form on her sleek, wet skin. She took particular care to clean her crack to make sure she was absolutely clean. She also made sure her thighs were also thoroughly cleaned, in case anything had dripped down. Prrrrblllllllvvvvvrrrpt! A bubbling fart eased out from between Kristi's buttcheeks. It scattered a few bubbles in its wake. --- Once Kristi had dried off, she went to her drawers. From the first drawer she pulled a pair of black briefs and a matching black bra. She grabbed a new pair of jeans from the next drawer down. Next, she walked to her clean t-shirt pile at the other end of the room. She picked up the first shirt. It was a black shirt with a big, red circular logo on the front. The shirt read 'Queensrÿche' at the top of the circle, and 'Rage For Order' at the bottom. The band's logo was at the centre of the circle, with a backdrop of the planet behind it. "This'll do," Kristi stated simply. She pulled the shirt down over her head. It fit fine, if a little snug around the chest. Kristi walked out of her room, and back to her dining table. She hadn't forgotten the 1/3 of pizza she'd failed to eat last night. Pizza for breakfast. How posh,Kristi thought sarcastically. She sat down at the table and grabbed the first slice. It was cold, sure, but it was still pizza. The first slice didn't last long at all, and soon enough she had the final slice in her hand. But first, she leaned to the side. BBBRRRRRRUUUUUuuuuuuummmmmmvvvvvvvllLLLLLRRRRRRRRPPT! Even after recently emptying her bowels, she was already brewing more gas. It hardly surprised her. "Man, pizza's the best. Dairy andGluten? Meat and chili peppers? What could go wrong?" Kristi said to herself. BLLAARPT! BRRRBBT! Kristi released two shorter bursts of gas as she finished off the final slice. She then threw away the cardboard box and made her way to the bathroom. She washed her face and brushed her teeth. She then applied some blue lipstick and some light eyeshadow. Kristi didn't like using make up that much (It always wiped off one way or another) but she liked the shade of blue, and she was going on a date. Why not? Satisfied, she grabbed her phone and jacket and made her way to the bus stop. On her way, she texted: Kristi: Just left apartment. See you in 10. --- Laura checked her phone, which had just chimed with a new message. It was Kristi. When she read it, her heart sank a little. Laura had gotten ready earlier in that day. She wore black leggings (Which she had noticed were a little tight, looking slightly transparent), and a cyan t-shirt. She preferred t-shirts, but had to wear button-up shirts for her office job (And on occasion, a pencil skirt if there were a board meeting). She'd put on some red lipstick and mascara, and had her hair let down at full length. She was just about to go into the car, but... RRRRRUUUUUURRRRRMMMMMBBBLLLLrrrrrrrgggrrrrrrrllllllrrrrrr...! She'd been cut off. In the rush to make sure she was ready she'd neglected to empty her bowels. She had two options: Say she'd be late, or try to hold her load for however long their date would be. She glanced at her phone, contemplating how she should reply. "Mmmmmm..." She moaned in discomfort as her stomach groaned again. She checked herself in the mirror, making sure she looked fine. In truth, most people would have said she looked drop-dead sexy, but Laura was always self conscious of her look, especially the slight gut she'd been developing over the years. It was due to her office job - she was far less active than she had been. She looked back at her phone. Fuck it, she thought. Laura: On my way now. See you then xx She grabbed her house keys and car key, and left her home. She made her way to her car. It wasn't anything special, but it was perfectly functional to drive. She unlocked the driver-side door (On the right side in the UK), and stepped in. Shutting the door, Laura blushed as she leaned to the side. BRRRRRRUUUUUUUMMMMBBLLLLLL-PPPRRRRRUUUMMMMVVVVVLLLRRRRPT! A monstrous, rumbling fart blasted out of her back-side, vibrating the seat, her butt, and even the car itself. Laura flushed red as the burning odour of spice and landfill filled the car alarmingly quickly. Laura gagged on the powerful wind which had just broke free from her. "Oooooh, why now? Why does it have to smell so bad?" Laura had already farted in front of Kristi, but that wasn't the point! She wanted to make a decent first... Well, second impression. She wanted to actually get to know Kristi, and for Kristi to know her. How was she supposed to do that if she kept ripping ass? But even still, the reason Laura had given her phone number to Kristi was because she didn't seem bothered by it. In fact, she seemed just as gassy as Laura. She figured she couldn't let someone so... sympathetic of her condition leave her life without a chance of knowing her. PLLLRRRRVVVVBBBT! As Laura put the key into the ignition, another bubbly fart rumbled into the seat. --- Kristi was on the bus, about 5 minutes left in the journey, when she checked her phone. There was a response from Laura. She decided not to reply, on account that they'd be at the coffee shop shortly. She wasn't alone on the bus today - there was a young couple sat further ahead, and a lone man sat across from Kristi. Rrrruurrrrgggllllllll... Kristi flushed with red. The growl in her stomach was just audible over the hum of the bus engine. It didn't sound too intense, so Kristi wasn't worried, but she did get a glance from the man sat across from her. GGRRRRUUUUURRRGGLLLRRRRRRR...! Kristi shifted awkwardly in her chair as another cramp seized her torso. "Hey, are you okay?" The man to her left had shifted over a bit to ask if she was doing fine. While Kristi appreciated the concern, she didn't like the attention. It would make trying to relieve herself covertly difficult. "Uh, yeah thanks." She whispered her reply. Prrrrrr-rrrrrrrrrrrsssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhssssssssssssssssssssssssssss...! Kristi froze, completely rigid with embarrassment. The beginning of the fart purred out, and then tailed off into a silent hiss. It had caught her by surprise. Judging from the heat that the fart generated, it was going to be smelly - no doubt the gurgling from her stomach would undeniably give her away as the source of the smell. Kristi had to resist coughing when she caught wind of her fart - it smelled awful! With morbid curiosity she turned to the man sat across from her. He... His face had gone red. His legs were crossed over and looking out the window with what seemed to be guilt. Was he... Was he turned on? Kristi hadn't ever met anybody else with a fart fetish, and while Kristi wasn't into guys, she had to find out for certain. So she leaned to the side... BRRRRRRLLLLLRRRRRRrrrrrrrmmmmmpt! The couple at the front of the bus looked, in surprise, right at Kristi. Kristi couldn't face them. They knew it was her. There was no question. No, instead Kristi was focused on the reaction of the man. His gaze was transfixed on Kristi, his face was a picture of surprise and arousal. Kristi, when the couple was no longer looking at her, stepped across to sit next to the guy. There was sweat running down his forehead. She merely mentioned one simple word: "KC_Fart_blog97" The guy faced her in surprise. He whispered "What did you say?" "You heard. Do you know of her?" The man continued blushing. Clearly, this girl knew about his fetish by how he reacted, "Yeah, I follow her blog. W-Why do you ask?" Kristi smirked. "You're sat next to her~" The man stammered, "Wha-!? Bu- Really?" They were both in a hushed tone so that the couple ahead of them didn't eavesdrop on their conversation. He then collected his thoughts, "What does the KC stand for?" He honestly couldn't believe he was having this conversation with someone he'd... Enjoyed the stories of, to put it delicately. "Don't tell anyone, but my name's Kristi Cooke." Kristi responded. Out of curiosity, she then asked "What's your online profile?" The man looked confused, "I thought you weren't interested in guys?" Kristi shrugged. "I'm not, but it's always nice to meet a fan. Besides, I'm on my way to a date now." He nodded. "Right... It's um, it's QuantumX. But my real name's Mike." Kristi recognised the user name. "Hey, you're the one who always leaves really nice comments." Mike scratched the back of his head. "It's nothing, really. Your stories are always captivating." "Thanks, dude." Kristi stood up and pressed the stop button. "This is where I leave you. Maybe we could keep in touch? Not in a 'dating' way, but it was nice talking to ya. Always nice to meet someone with similar... interests." "H-Hope to see you around." Mike managed to mutter. He was practically on cloud 9 right now. Kristi turned to the front of the bus. Just before leaving, she pushed a little... Prrrrrllllllrrrrrpt! Kristi could barely contain a giggle as she let the small, bubbly fart go. Mike's reaction was priceless. As the bus pulled up to the mall, Kristi headed off of the bus and went inside. --- BRRRRRLLLLLRRRRBBBBBPPT! PLLLLUUURRRRRBBBBLLLLLRRRRVVMMMMBBBPT! MMMMBBBBBLLLLRRRRRRAAAPPPRRRRRRBBLLRT! "Shit," Was all Laura could say as she pulled into a parking space. She had been farting almost non-stop in the car, and she still didn't feel relieved. She had hoped to get all of her gas out before the date, but it was clear that wasn't going to happen. She just hoped she could hold her farts in while getting coffee and having lunch. Or, at the very least, for Kristi not to mind her being gassy. She sort of knew Kristi would be okay with it, but she really didn't want to burden her with her constant gas. PHHHHUUURRRRBbbbllllrrr...! Laura prematurely cut off another fart which had made an attempt to part her cheeks. She clenched, to make sure she could control her gas. Hesitantly, she opened the car door. The rush of air as the putrid fumes left the car was quite startling, the warm air heavily contrasted with the cool breeze of the outside. After locking up her car, she made the approach to the main mall building. GggggrrrrrrUUUUrrrrrrrmmmmmbbbbllllrrrrrrr...! Her stomach groaned almost visibly under her light-blue shirt. Laura tentatively kneaded her stomach like a baker would knead dough (albeit more subtly, and one handed). She got a couple of glances from some people passing her. As if she wasn't self conscious enough, the stares were making her blush even more. She walked through the automatic doors and made her way down a stairwell. I'm not chancing the lift again... She stepped out onto the lowest floor in the mall: it was used for quite a few cafes and clothes stores. Laura spotted a shock of green hair from the crowd, and locked eye contact with Kristi. Laura suddenly felt like all the trouble was worth it just to see Kristi smile at her. She didn't see any look of doubt on Kristi's face - any look that said "Should I really date this girl who farted in the elevator?", no sign of second thoughts, no worries. It was refreshing to see someone who respected who she was, and who she could be comfortable around. She'd had her fair share of girlfriends in her life, but Kristi seemed... different. The circumstances on which they'd met couldn't have been coincidence - they were both gassy, and Kristi didn't mind Laura farting. Laura didn't mind Kristi's farts either, but mainly because Laura was used to her own brand. It had to be fate that they'd met. So far they were almost like a match made in heaven... But she was getting ahead of herself. She hardly knew Kristi, which is why she'd arranged the date. "Hi! It's good to see you again, after... y'know." Laura said, trailing off at the end of the sentence. "Heh, how could I forget? Should we go get a table?" Kristi spoke with such confidence, and nonchalance, despite alluding to their embarrassing meeting. Laura loved it; she didn't have to worry around her. They came to the back of the queue of the coffee shop. It was a short line, so Laura hurriedly checked the cooling area for a sandwich. She grabbed a BLT, while Kristi grabbed a Bacon+Brie Panini. They stood together in line and soon enough ordered their coffee. Kristi ordered hers with regular milk, whilst Laura ordered hers with soy milk. They found a table for two in the corner of the cafe and sat down across from each other. "Um, I didn't want to say anything..." Laura spoke in a hushed tone, "But I... Well, you ordered your coffee with regular milk..." Kristi blushed. Force of habit, she supposed. How was she going to explain this one? "Oh, yeah... I sometimes get my order wrong..." Laura looked concerned. "Do you want me to change the order? I could go and as-" "N-No, it's fine, really. I can cope." Laura looked surprised. "Really? But you said you were lactose intolerant..." Kristi shrugged. "I'm also gluten intolerant, but I don't let it stop me eating what I want." Laura's face was perplexed. "Why would you put yourself through that?" "Honestly? I'd rather handle the side effect than restrict my diet. Although, I do often avoid regular milk for coffee. Guess it slipped my mind today." Laura nodded. "I guess I can understand that. I take it your lactose intolerance is less... Severe than mine?" "Honestly, it's never been as much as a problem for me." A waitress came over with a tray. She placed down each of the drinks to the girls, and also gave Kristi her panini. "Enjoy!", the waitress said before walking away. Laura watched the waitress's butt wiggle as she walked away. She blushed, looking back at Kristi. She had a wry grin on her face. "Were you checking out the waitress?" She asked, clearly amused. "N-No! Well... Maybe...?" Laura blushed, clearly flustered. They'd barely held a conversation and Laura's eyes were drifting. She felt so guilty! Could Kristi forgive her for it? Had she already blown their relationship?! "Heh, yeah she is pretty cute. Probably straight though." Kristi's answer surprised Laura. She'd been expecting to apologise, but instead Kristi didn't mind... Dammit, Laura! You're an anxious wreck! Calm down, you're doing fine. The details of Kristi's response then set in. "...How can you tell she's straight?" Laura questions. Kristi nodded towards the counter. Laura turned around, to see the waitress snogging her male colleague. "O-Oh, that's pretty concrete evidence..." Kristi smirked, "Yeah, but at least she's nice to look at. So... What do you do as a job?" Laura perked up "Well, I work at the Fjoremann Industries building just up the road as a secretary. It pays quite well actually. What do you do?" Kristi sipped her coffee. "I'm a freelance journalist and author." Laura took a bite from her sandwich. "Really?! What genres do you like?" Kristi mulled it over. She couldn't very well say she wrote fart fetish stories on the internet. So she decided to instead say: "I mainly write fantasy. Magic, dragons, that kind of thing." Laura nodded. The conversation went on discussing their jobs, hobbies, and making their way through their lunch. Eventually, both girls had finished, and both girls were just maintaining conversation. It was all going well, until... RRrrrruuuuuugggglllrrrrrruuuuummmmbbllllrrrr...! Laura flushed bright red. Part way through Kristi talking about her book that she was writing, an ominous gurgle emitted from her stomach. Kristi tilted her head concerned. "Are you okay, Laura?" Prrrrrrrrrrffffffffvvvvvvvvvvvrrrrrrrrrrrrbbbbllllllrrrrrr...! The release was barely audible over the bustle of the cafe and the mall, but Kristi could feel it lightly rumble the chair. Laura started sweating, embarrassed that she had farted in public. The smell started to permeate the air. It was a distinct dairy odour. "Uhm, are you sure we had the right coffee? I need to... go." Kristi blushed. She hadn't really noticed a difference in her coffee taste, but the smell was definitely spoiled milk, there was no denying. And now Laura was desperate for the toilet, that meant there date would soon be over. Unless... "To be honest, I'm feeling a bit bubbly myself." Kristi said quietly. If Laura was going to use the public toilets, Kristi sure as hell wasn't going to miss out. Besides, she wasn't lying - her stomach did feel pretty bloated, it was only a matter of when she'd drop her load. Not if. Laura stood up. "I'm going to use the bathroom. I'd ask if you'd want to come with, but it may get a bit-" "Laura, really. I don't mind it. Besides, it's not like you'll be the only one dropping bombs." The two girls left the coffee shop and made their way up the stairwell. Laura had lead the way as she was more desperate (And also because Kristi was hoping to be caught downwind of Laura). As they started to climb the steps, Kristi started to notice Laura slow down a bit. She had a hand on her stomach. BrrrrrrrrrlllllllrrrrrRRRRRRRRRPPPPPRRRRRRLLLLLVVVVVVVRRRRT! Kristi's hair ruffled from the force at which the fart escaped from Laura. "Eep! Sorry! It jus-" "Don't worry, just keep moving." They reached the top of the stairwell and headed towards the toilets. Once inside, they noticed that the toilets were packed. The cubicles were all full. Kristi sighed. "Should I-" BBBLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRVVVRRRRRRRRPPPPPPMMMMMMRRRRRRRRLLLLLLRRRRRUUUUMMMMMMMPPLLRRVVT! Kristi turned in shock as Laura ripped a disturbingly wet, bubbly fart. It droned on for well over a minute. During this time, everyone occupying the toilets rushed out in shock and disgust. Kristi could only watch dumbfounded at the truly monstrous fart. She tried hard not to grin to broadly, but she couldn't help it. It was so hot! Before the explosion ended, Laura was already making her way to a stall. Kristi took the stall next to Laura's. BLLRRT! BRRUMPT! PRRRVVVRRRLLT! Kristi listened to Laura's farts as she tried pulling down her leggings. They were fragmented and desperate. PLLRRVVT! MMMBLAPT! rrrrrRRRRMMMMBLRT! Out of Kristi's own butt came several farts of her own as she unzipped her jeans. It didn't feel like long ago she'd been pooping herself, and now she was on her second dump of the day. Their butts hit their porcelain seats at the same time. PPPRRRRRRRVVVVVLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRR-CRRRRCLLRRRRRPPPPSHHHLLLLUUUURRRRRBBBLLLLLLRRRRRRRBBLLRRR! Brrrrrrooooo-RRRRRRRLLLLRRRmmmmbbbRRRRVVV-CLRRRCCRRRRRLLLRRRRRR! Thick, gloopy diarrhea poured out of Laura like a volcanic eruption, while out of Kristi came a series of chunky, soft brown logs. Both bowel movements dropped into the bowls at alarming rates, but Laura's was by far more violent. PllllrrrrRRRRRRRRRBBBLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-PLOPLLRRRSHBBRRRRT! BRRrrrrUUUrrrrruuummbllrrrrrrrvvvvt! Laura's stream of shit continued, while Kristi worked on relieving some of her pent-up gas. The smell in the toilet was truly horrendous. "How're you holding up, Laura?" Kristi asked through her fart. "I'm fine, I'm more worried about the toilet. I think I've got one more bout in me..." BBBRRRRRLLLLLRRRRRRSHHHHHRRRRRBBBRRRRPPPPT! A final round of thick sludge dropped from Laura's backside. The girls wiped up, and Kristi had a quick chance to admire her dump before flushing it. It had blocked out all the water in the bowl, and was in sloppy mounds. Not wanting to linger too long, she pulled the flush. After some grumbling from the drains, the evidence of the movement was gone, save for the smell and the skidmarks on the side of the bowl. Kristi exited and washed her hands. She noticed Laura was still in her cubicle. "Hey, are you alright?" "HUH?! Oh, uh, one slight problem... the toilet's clogged..." Laura was totally mortified at the mess she had made. The bowl was just below overflowing point with copious amounts of brown, liquid shit. It was a spectacle as much as it was embarrassing. "Well, just leave it Laura, just leave it to the cleaners. There's nothing you can do about it here." Laura guiltily exited her cubicle, unable to look Kristi in the eyes. She washed her hands and swiftly exited. Kristi followed her girlfriend outside, where she saw her sat on a bench, head in hands. "Laura..." Kristi was at a loss for words. She sat down next to her. "Hey, come one, talk to me Laura..." Laura looked up at Kristi, tears falling from her eyes, making her makeup run. She sobbed in Kristi's arms. "I blew it! I totally fucked up our date! It was all going fine, and then I messed it all up with my FUCKING lactose intolerance, and I'm totally embarrassed! I'm a wreck, I'm a FAILURE!" Kristi was totally speechless. Holding Laura in her arms, she held her close and whispered: "But I'm still here, babe..." Laura looked up at Kristi. Her face was totally unreadable. All Laura knew was that being held in the comfort of Kristi's arms was the best she'd felt in a long time, and yet still the worst. "How can you still want to be with me after- after-" "Laura... I love you. That's how. You feel embarrassed, like life couldn't get any worse. You hate yourself. I know, because I've been there. And I know what it's like to be judged and loathed for who you are. Laura, I've never told a girlfriend this before... But I'm always anxious. Always jittery. But, from experience and years of anxiety, I've learned to ignore those feelings. Laura, I'm going to come clean about something personal to me. Are you okay with knowing?" Laura had calmed down. She saw the vulnerability in Kristi's eyes, as if what she was about to say was difficult to come to terms with. "Go ahead." Kristi took a deep breath. "The thing is... I have a fart fetish. I didn't want to tell you because it makes me seem shallow - like the only reason I'm dating you is because you fart. But that's not true. The truth is, I really enjoyed our date today, and I want to keep seeing you. But I understand if you don't like the idea of me having an attraction to your far-" Kristi was cut off mid sentence. Laura was now lip-locked and tongue tied in a kiss with Kristi. It was a passionate yet sombre kiss. The couple fell into it, lasting for several seconds. As far as they cared, the moment could have lasted forever.

My DA: https://www.deviantart.com/vladfad/

Mondays are painful. They're always the start-up day of the working week. No one is ever 100% ready for a Monday morning. Granted, on rare occasion, they aren't disappointing. Sometimes good things happen on Mondays. Optimistic people see Monday as a new start to their lives: leaving behind one week to move on to another. Suffice to say that Kristi was not an optimist. She tackled Monday mornings with the energy of a sloth and the excitement of a sleeping cat. This being said, Kristi had little to worry about. She was a freelance writer and independent author, she had no where to be urgently on a Monday morning (apart from the toilet, depending on what she ate the night before). Even still, the young author dragged herself out of bed at 9:00 am (quite late for most) and made her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth and perhaps shower. Kristi was a woman of 21 years, yet her smaller figure may have suggested her age as closer to 18. Her hair was just below shoulder length and was black with dyed green highlights. She was of average height, and was fairly slim. However, she was certainly curvaceous. Her breasts were loosely contained in her baggy pajama tank top, and her pajama bottoms often only clung halfway up her... well, bottom. People would often compare her two cheeks to footballs (that is, soccer balls). While this is somewhat of an exaggeration, it was a close comparison. Kristi quickly flourished her toothbrush under the running tap, then reached for the half-empty tube of toothpaste. Once she applied the paste, she started brushing her teeth. She looked up into the mirror as she did this, mind lost in the countless ideas she wanted to write down that day. Her aqua blue eyes were blank, lost in trance-like thought. GrrrrruuuuummmBLLllllrrrrrbllllll... The chain of thought Kristi had been following was halted by the sound of her bowels grumbling to her. It wasn't loud, per se, but it was loud enough to be heard in the quiet bathroom. The sound set Kristi on a new train of thought, as she finished brushing her teeth and washed her face. Kristi, depending on perspective, was either very biologically lucky or unlucky. She had been born with lactose intolerance and gluten intolerance, both passed down from her mother's side. This may sound really bad for her, but in all truth she wasn't massively affected by the condition like other people are - it certainly had an effect, but not to an extreme extent. In short, it meant gluten and dairy made Kristi gassy. And, as the two food types are so difficult to avoid, she was often gassy. This is the unlucky side of it, and it's what many of Kristi's friends and associates saw her as: unlucky. In fact, most people would see her as unlucky. But there was one person who saw her as incredibly lucky to have her condition. That person was herself. Kristi, when in her teens, discovered that her gas was less of a burden because she... Liked it. She had a fart fetish. She had discovered earlier in her life that she was a lesbian, and that realisation was strange enough to come to terms with. But the fetish she discovered was uncanny to her. She enjoyed her own farts. The problem was that she couldn't tell anyone. No matter how much she wanted to hear other girls fart, she couldn't ever tell anyone. GRRRRRgggggrrrrrgggglllBLLbrrrllll... Kristi smirked, bracing herself on the sink. Just because I can't tell anyone I like it, she thought,Doesn't mean I can't enjoy it on my own... BBBBBbbbbrrrrrrruuuuuummmmlllllllllrrrrrrpppt! Kristi sighed with relief as the low bubbly fart fluttered her pajama bottoms. The warm stench of spoiled milk filled the air fairly quickly. After 4 seconds the fart ended. Kristi got lost in the smell, and felt a familiar feeling of arousal. BBrrrrrrrrrlllllllll-LLLPT! She let a second fart fly. This one eased out at the beginning, but was cut short with a quacking sound at the tail end. "Ahhh~" Kristi sighed. "I should probably stop if I wanna catch the bus..." Kristi walked out of the bathroom of her apartment and went back to her bedroom. She grabbed a black shirt from her closet with the band name "Megadeth" written across the front, and picked her black jeans up from the floor. She gave them a quick sniff to determine how clean they were, and found that they smelt fine, if with the faint odour of dairy at the seat of the jeans. Kristi walked in front of her full body mirror with clothes in hand. She put them aside to quickly admire herself, in a lapse of vanity. First of all she noticed her pajama bottoms were halfway down her backside. "Damn, I really need a new pair of these. I thought it was a bit drafty down there..." she muttered. BLLAPT! A short punctual fart burst from her butt. "...Not what I meant by 'drafty'..." She pulled down her pajama bottoms, pulled off her tank top, and soon enough was pulling up her jeans. She struggled to zip up her jeans and button up, but she managed. She couldn't exactly afford brand new clothing; her only income was from her articles she wrote for the online paper she worked for. She'd had the same clothes for the past two years because of this limited income. Thankfully, her clothes still somewhat fit, although her breasts prominently stuck out under her shirts. Pleased with her clothes, Kristi applied some makeup - blue lipstick and some eye-shadow. Afterwards, she exited her room and went to put on her black trainers, and pulled on a black hoodie. She grabbed her phone and laptop bag she'd packed the night before, and made her way out of her apartment. The bus she was taking would be a 10 minute journey to the mall. It didn't sound far, but Kristi knew from experience it was quite the walk (Once, she had decided to visit the Mexican restaurant in the mall, and had to walk home. It was quite the awkward, smelly walk). Pffrrrrt! Alone on the bus stop, Kristi figured she could let loose a little. She let out a barely-audible puff of gas, which carried some bass to it despite its quiet nature. She blushed a little; not because she was embarrassed, but because she always felt naughty farting in public. Even with no one around, it was fun to let rip and not be caught. The smell was still dairy (as she had decided to get breakfast at the coffee shop she was going to), but didn't linger in the outdoor air. Soon enough the bus pulled into the stop, and Kristi climbed aboard. She bought her return ticket and seated herself near the back of the bus by a window. There wasn't anybody else on the bus currently. Rrrrrrrrrggllllggrr... Kristi glanced down at her stomach, which faintly rumbled with... Hunger? Gas? Both? Kristi guessed both. She considered letting out another fart on the bus, but she thought against it. She was a regular on the bus journey, she didn't want to risk being banned. The bus drove along the road steadily, stopping every once in a while. One stop away from the mall stop, two men got onto the bus. Both looked about 25, looking somewhat thuggish. They payed the driver and went to sit down in the seats behind Kristi. She didn't turn around to look at them, but she heard them mumble words like "...cute...sexy...fit..." which annoyed Kristi. It's not that they were objectifying her, it's that they were doing it in earshot! At least have the decency to sit further away...she thought. Soon enough the bus was on the approach to the mall. Kristi decided to stand up so she was prepared to get off the bus. Thankfully, the two jerks behind her had mentioned getting off at a later stop, so she didn't have to worry about them being in the mall at least. "Heh... dat ass, amirite?" Kristi forced herself to not turn around and punch the two of them. She was really annoyed - again, not because they were ogling her, but because she could hear them do it. She couldn't let them have the last word, she had to do somethi- Gggrrroooowwllllllrrrgglllll... A smirk crept across Kristi's face. Barely moving a muscle, she decided to let her innards voice their anguish. Bbbbbrrrrrrrrrrrrffflllllrrrrrt! A low, bubbling tone broke from Kristi's jeans. It was loud enough for both jerks to hear the fart, and know she'd ripped it, but soft enough to hopefully not be heard by the driver. The smell was still that of spoilt milk, but had more of an organic smell to it. Kristi had neglected to use the toilet in the morning, so it was likely that she needed to relieve herself later. But she didn't care. Her revenge was exacted, and gave the message "Yes, I can here you. If you like my ass so much why don't you smell it?" The bus doors opened and Kristi made her way out, leaving dumb and dumber to complain about the smell she left. But before she left, her bus driver pulled her aside. "Hey, were them jerks hasslin' ya?" the driver said, in a strong American accent. Odd, for a bus driver in the UK. Kristi, keeping her voice low, responded "Yeah, but don't worry. I took care of it." The driver raised an eyebrow. "I take it that's what the sound was?" Kristi blushed. "Uhm... Maybe? It's not a problem, is it?" The driver shook his head. "Don't sweat it, kid. The smell don't get down here anyway. Generally there's a no gas policy, but I'll make an exception for you. You always seem anxious on the bus." Kristi smiled, thanked him, and made her way into the mall. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kristi cracked her knuckles as she finished up her third article of the day. She had made her way through a bacon roll, 5 or so cups of coffee (Which she "accidentally" forgot to order with soy milk), and now had a milkshake. Needless to say, she'd be having fun tonight. She looked down at her watch and- 4:30?! Where'd the time go? Kristi thought. She turned off her laptop, collected the charger, and placed it into her laptop bag. She had been paying up front, so she simply stood up and headed for a lift to the floor the bus stop was at. GUUUUURRRRRRRRbbbblllllllrrrrrrrrrrbblllll... In the rush to reach the lift, her stomach groaned from the excess movement (and the digestion of the bacon roll, 5 cups of coffee and 1/2 a milkshake she was still drinking). Ugghhhh... I can't let anything out now, she thought, As much as it would be hot. She entered the lift, wouldn't be long until she was on the bus... So long as- "E-Excuse me! CAN YOU HOLD THE DOOR PLEASE!" Kristi looked up to see a woman about her age hurrying towards the lift. She had long brown hair, which flailed behind her in her rush to reach the lift. She was a little bit taller than Kristi, and was a bit more hefty than her as well. That wasn't to say she was fat, by any means, but she had a slightly tubby midsection. She was, on all account, quite the hourglass. Her breasts and butt were bigger than Kristi's, sparking a slight feeling of envy. The mystery woman was wearing tight leggings and a button-up shirt which merely accentuated her curves. How could Kristi say no? Kristi put her foot in the lift door before it shut, causing the automatic doors to retract. She heard the woman mutter "Thankyou" before backing into the lift. The lift doors shut, and the lift started to move upwards. Yet as soon as it started moving- *KUUUUR-SHKKKT* "Oh nonononononononono!" The woman next to Kristi seemed to start panicking. "I know. A lift breaking down? So cliché..." Kristi responded. The woman blushed at the comment. "H-How long do you think it'll take to fix?" "I dunno. Never been in a broken down lift." GRRRRRuuuuuurrrrrrgggggGGGGGLLLLllllllrrrrrr... Kristi looked up surprised. The growling sound which filled the room didn't emanate from her own stomach, or even the broken down elevator. It came from the anxious brown haired woman beside her. The woman's face was beet red, and had her hand on her stomach. She caught Kristi's look. "I- uh, that was... I... Ummm... I  had coffee earlier... It must have been with regular milk... I'm sorry i-" "Don't worry," Kristi interrupted, "I know the feeling. Think my coffee was wrong as well." She didn't mention that the faulty order of regular milk was deliberate, and that she'd had 5 of them. RRRuuuuuurrrrrgggGGGGGLLLLlllllllll... As if on cue, Kristi's stomach growled in pain. Bbbbbrrrrrrrbbbbllllrrrrrrt! Involuntarily, for once, Kristi let out a wet, bubbling fart from her jeans. The smell that overtook the air in the lift was a mix of the ever present dairy odour and a meatier smell. The bacon, Kristi recalled. "S-Sorry! It just slipped out, I swear!" Kristi only half feigned her embarrassment at the outburst. Sure she liked farting, but in front of a stranger accidentally? It was still embarrassing. BBBRRRRMMMMMpppppppprrrrrppppBBBBBRRBPTBPT! Kristi turned towards the other woman, who had braced herself on the lift wall. She had just ripped a monstrous blast which lasted over 10 seconds, and had a moist overtone to it which meant something else was coming. "Oohhh no..." the woman muttered. "Whyyyyy today..." Kristi wasn't sure whether to be surprised, concerned or aroused by the scene. She was very confused on how to feel. She wanted to comfort her, but she barely knew her. She didn't even know her name. *KRRRR-MMMMMMMM* The elevator jolted and started moving upwards again. BRRRRRRRPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRBT! "Oh, thank God!" The woman exclaimed, her relief punctuated by another fart. Soon enough, the elevator doors slid open. The woman hurried out of the list. Kristi followed down the corridor, covertly glancing at the woman's butt wobbling in her leggings. Phhb-BRRT-Phbb-BRRBP-Phhhb-BBLLLPT! With each step the woman took a different fragment of fart broke out - from airy to bubbly and back again. Kristi watched as the woman turned off to enter the toilets of the mall. Kristi wasn't sure what to do. She was concerned for this mystery woman, and certainly wanted to listen to her... Well, relieve herself. On the other hand, she did need to catch the bus. She wasn't 100% sure she'd make it. Phhhhhhhhhhhhsssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhssssssssssss... The warm hiss that seeped out of her backside cemented her decision to follow into the bathroom. Kristi followed into the toilets only to find the woman stood by the door looking nervous. "Hey, what's wrong?" Kristi asked concerned. "Oh! Uh, hi again! I was... um, there's lots of people in there, and... I'm not comfortable with going in..." "Say no more" Kristi walked past the woman and into the loos. There were 5 women, one at each sink, and about 3 others in stalls. Judging from the smell, they were just going number 1. Kristi walked to the end of the bathroom and put her back against the wall. Let's do this... BBrrrrrrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmm... The fart started with a low rumble. Kristi casually whipped a strand of green hair out of the way as her bombing raid started. The women at the sink turned to the smaller yet curvaceous woman letting loose a demon from her bowels. Those at the sinks turned and walked out hurriedly. Right, now it's just the stall women. Let's kick it up a notch. ...mmmmmmbbbBBBBBBRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPRPRPRPRPT! Kristi pushed harder for the latter half of the fart, rippling through her jeans and shaking her backside. As much as she was doing this for the desperate woman outside, she'd admit it felt good. The remaining 3 women in the stalls quickly hurried out without even washing their hands. Once they had left, Kristi's fart came to an end. The woman from earlier gingerly walked in. "That... T-That was you?" Kristi smirked. "Yep, all me. You gonna 'do business' or what?" The woman smiled. "Thank you, miss...?" She trailed off, not knowing her name. "Kristi. And you are?" "L-Laura. It was nice of you to, you know... clear the air like that. Any time I've done that, my girlfriend dumps me." Kristi perked up at the last bit. "Girlfriend?" She repeated. Laura blushed. "I figured it was okay to mention because... Well, I saw you... ch-checking me out." It was Kristi's turn to blush. "Damn, I thought I was being subtle... Heh, well I guess I better leave you to it-" Kristi made off to leave but Laura stopped her. "Wait! It's... rare I meet someone who's okay with..." Bbbbfffft! Kristi filled in the blank. Laura giggled. "That. Do you mind if I give you my number?" Kristi's heart fluttered with excitement. "Y-Yeah, sure!" The two girls exchanged numbers and Kristi walked out. She heard a loud blast from the bathroom as she walked out to the bus stop. At that moment, Kristi reflected on how lucky she was. She'd found someone as gassy as her, gotten her phone number and completed 3 articles for her paper. Overall Monday went well. It truly was the start of something new. Something... Hopefully... Lewd.