By Lisa on Feb 24, 1998
Kim stepped onto the elevator, along with a fat woman and a boy, who looked about 15. Kim was quite lovely. She had darker skin, brown hair and greenish/brown eyes. She was also quite bashful and at this point in time, she was beginning to regret those beans she had at lunch. She hit the button for the tenth floor and stood, silently. Her gut began to bubble. She had to fart. Badly. She clenched her buns. As the elevator passed each floor there was a small "Ding!".
At the third floor,the elevator stopped to let a mother and her small girl on. Kim's stomach was KILLING her. The elevator continued,until the fifth floor. Two blond girls and a young man stepped onto the elevator. Kim was now gripping her skirt and her stomach began to make some strange noises. If she could just make it to the tenth. There was a bathroom just outside the elevator. She could sneak in, sit down on the toilet and let loose. They approached the seventh. Kim smiled. She was going to make it! Suddenly,the elevator came to a rough stop.
The lights flickered. Kim almost lost it. A voice came over the speaker. "Just a small problem, folks. Should be fixed in a couple of secs. "The whole elevator moaned. "Man,I've got an appointment in five minutes". The young man moaned. Kim grasped her stomach. She could feel the gas pressing her butt hole. If only. . . No. it was out of the question! She was far too shy. Kim bit her bottom lip. "This is an outrage!" The fat lady yelled.
Suddenly, the elevator jolted to life. Every one let out a collective sigh. Kim smiled. Ding. Eighth floor. Kim's smile became wider. She sighed. It would feel SOOOOOO good to get this fart out. Coming on the ninth floor. Ding. BRAPPPPPPPP! Kim's butt vibrated and her skirt blew out. The entire car moaned in disapproval. Kim sighed. The elevator was coming up on ten! She had gotten away with it. The stink began to fill the elevator. She giggled to her self. I'm getting away with it!suddenly, just before ten. . . . the elevator stopped. "Sorry, ladies and gents, small problem. Should be fixed up in just a few minutes. "The entire elevator passengers looked at a very red faced Kim. She smiled. . . the mob converged. . . .
THE END
By No Name on Feb 24, 1998
"If that's the way you feel about it, FINE!!"Jillian said. "Just take me home."Bob said. The couple after making a big scene at Taco Bell decided to leave. They both got in the car and slammed the doors. With a silent ride home. Jillian was so furious at Bob for disrespecting her like that. Then an idea hit her like a ton of bricks. She rolled up the widows for her revenge. She had a car with power locks so he had no control of it. She even locked the doors like that.
"What the fuck are you doing Jill?!"Bob asked. She was still silent. She drove on and let out an SBD. "You still mad about what I said? Look all I said was that you needed to chill out on the burritos. I wasn't trying to control you.....(sniff)..WHOA!!!" Jill cracked a smile. He tried to roll the window down but she already locked it. His eyes started to water. "That's why you locked the windows!" He gagged. "Unlock the windows. I'm not playing. Do it or else." She gave him a look that could kill. "You're giving me an order. You're telling me when not to FART!"Jill said. Then she let loose a loud, long, and horrible fart. The vibrations of the fart went up Bob's spine. "You're doing this on pupose!"Bob yelled. "Maybe."she said with a smile. Then she let loose a longer fart that really fouled up the car. The smell was killing Bob. Then he started to cry. "Please roll down the windows? Your farts are killing me?"Bob begged. "No."she said "Please?"he begged. "Nope"Jill said with a series of farts and a forced one at the end. They sounded like fbbbtt..fssbbtt..prrtttbbb...bbbrraaaaapppp. The drive was 15 mins. to get there, but was like hours(for Bob) going back. Then Jill let out one fart that made her practically levitate off the seat. SHe sighed and said"That felt good." Bob was crying like a baby. Jill laughed and farted more. Bob was feeling woozy. "Ah is the little woman's flatulence too much for Bob?"she mocked him in a baby tone. She strained on the last one which sounded like a truck horn. Then Bob was KOed by her gas.
Jill laughed as her boyfriend was slumped over in the car seat. She finnally pulled up to the house. Dragged Bob in the house. Bob awakened to the sight of Jill round ass planted on his face. His nose was deep in her butthole. "Noooooooo!" Bob screamed. "Don't Jill" "Don't what Bob? This" she said while letting loose a sputtering fart that burned Bob's nose. "I'm sorry Jill. You can eat as many burritos as you want." "Thanks Bob."brrrappppttt"But that's not an option."Jill said. "Just get off of my face."he said in a humble tone. "Have you learned you lesson?"she siad with a silent wisp of a fart. "Or do we have to do this again." Jill asked. "You win." She got off his face Leaving Bob gagging. "You're lucky you apologized. You were 2 seconds from shit splattering all over your face."she said as she headed to the toilet with a newspaper in her hand.
The End......for now
By Guess Who on Feb 25, 1998
"Fuck YOU, asshole!" Doreen yelled at Roger. "How DARE you do that to me!" Their relationship was sliding down hill. Doreen and Roger had some differences that just couldn't seem to be ironed out. They had been living together as boyfriend and girlfriend for 4 years. "I TOLD YOU," she bellowed, "TO RESPECT MY PROPERTY! YOU HAD NO BUSINESS THROWING MY THINGS AWAY WITHOUT ASKING!" Doreen's heart pounded and her angry, red eyes welled with tears. "Well, you are a SLOB!" Roger shot back, "And I WON'T put up with it." He looked at his girlfriend. Deep down, he was sorry for what he had done.
They had a total Odd-Couple situation going. Roger was a neat-freak, and Doreen was a total pack-rat. There were very few things she would throw away. Almost every piece of mail, even junk mail, every catalogue, magazine, and even some newspaper parts, she would keep. Pretty soon, there were stacks of printed matter in the living room, bedroom, and on the hamper lid in the bathroom. Roger hated looking at the stacks, and without asking Doreen if it would be OK first, he picked up am armload of old newspapers and took them out to the trash. The garbagemen picked them up, and drove away. All this happened while Doreen was taking a nap.
" I don't appriciate you back-stabbing me and thinking you are the boss of this place while I sleep, you JERK!" She shrieked. "Like I said, YOU are a sloppy PIG, Doreen, and I can't take it! I want to come home to an apartment that is neat, clean, and UNCLUTTERED!" Roger yelled. "Well, guess what, you MORON, I pay rent here, too, so this is MY place, and I can have my space HOWEVER I want it! How COULD you?!" Doreen plunged her face into a nearby couch pillow and sobbed. "I REFUSE to live in a pig sty." Roger exclaimed. "You had plenty of time to sort through that stuff and get rid of it." He went on to say. "FUCK YOU!" She screamed. "I have the right to keep ANYTHING I want as LONG as I want!" She sobbed.
He did feel guilty, though, deep down. He looked at his beautiful girlfriend crying into the pillow, and felt more pangs of regret. He didn't want her to be sad. She stood a statuesque 5'8", and had a tanned Barbie-like figure. A swoop of light-blonde hair fanned out on the side of the pillow. Her shoulders shook as she bawled her bloodshot-blue eyes out like a hurt child. "Look, Dorry...I'm sorry..." Roger started to say. "Her head whirled up and around and faced him. She was furious. "'Sorry' doesn't help, Roger." She said. "I had some magazines mixed in with those newspaper stacks that were very important to me. I trusted you. I trusted that you would respect me and my property." Her voice trembled when she talked.
Roger didn't know what to say, anymore. He went to bed early while she sulked in the living room and watched television. The arguement had left him feeling exhausted. He soon awoke to a strange sensation...rapid tugs on his wrists. Suddenly, the light in their bedroom clicked on, and he saw that his wrists and ankles were securely bound to the enourmous solid-maple bed they had. Doreen stood over him staring...a vengeful look in her narrowed blue eyes. "What?" He exclaimed. "What are you doing? Doreen? Have you gone nuts? Untie these damn ropes at once!" He strained on them, but they were tied very well. "What the hell?" he said again. "Roger Loser..." she said.."I find you GUILTY on all charges of theft and destruction of property. Your sentence-the Gas Chamber."
Bewildered, Roger said nothing. Doreen got up on the bed, and turned her rotund Scandinavian-blooded ass right to his face. He looked at her pussy lips-they were shaved clean, except for a trimmed triangular patch of glistening honey-blonde hairs. He outer lips were peach colored and the inner part of her slit was almost as pink as pomegranate juice. Her anus looked like what some breaks in a car's windshield looks like when a pebble hits it so hard, it leaves a round crack...like the spokes in a wagon wheel. It was a peach color, just like the rest of her skin...kinda hard to see, except it was slightly sunken-in and had those "wagon wheel spokes" creases like tightly puckered lips. He was getting worried... images of Lorena Bobbit flashed in his mind. "What are you going to do?" He asked. "I tried to apologize!" "Let those be your last words!" She snapped.
Suddenly, a mean fart made of very dense gas expelled out of her anus RIGHT onto Roger's nose. "Euwww!" He said. "Disgusting!" It was a deep, baritone stinker, heavy and rank. "EUWWWWW!" Roger wailed as the stench entered his nostrils. "That fuckin' STINKS! What did you eat, Doreen? A dead rat?" "Shut UP!" she hissed. The tiny golden hairs on her thighs bristled up. Her anus began pumping out another evil-smelling fart. Its odor was like the last one...rotten and sour. BRAAAAAAT! Right in his face. "Oh, for God's SAKE!" Roger complained. "You stink! Enough of this! The joke is over! Let me up!" He strained again against the ropes, but they held him fast. "Shut up, prisoner." She said. "Take it like a man, you damn jerk." "BLUP, BLUP, BLUP, BLUP" a set of horrible bombs erupted out of Doreen's anus, like the sound of a motorcycle engine when the motorcycle wasn't moving. The sulfuric scent spread over his face like creepy fog from a monster movie. "AAAAK!" Roger said. "OK, you have proved your point! I said I was sorry! GET OFF OF ME!" Roger began to cough.
"BRAAARRRRGGGGG" Another hideous odor tumbled out of Doreen's ass right into Roger's nose. The stench was too foul to even describe.... like a combination of gym sweat socks, rotting "buffalo wings" from Kentucky Fried Chick- en, and a pulsating sewer ready to overflow. In despriration, Roger spat on Doreen's pussy. He gagged and began breathing raggedly. "OK Doreen, just to let you know, and I am not kidding, I am starting to feel really nauseated. I strongly suggest that you let me up." She said nothing. "RRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPppppffffffft" An awful deep, burp-like long BELCH of a fart was then cut out of her ass, then it turned into a pooofy-sounding puff. It stank so badly, so profoundly, Roger could almost swear he could see it hanging in the air. His wilted, suffering nose felt as if it was going to bleed.
His face broke out in a cold, clammy sweat, and became pale. He burped and said "Oh, my God...you are making me sick to my stomach. I think I am going to be sick all over you. Stop...stop it...." fffFFFFRAAAACK!" A fart like a pirate's cackle unmercifully CANNONED out of her asshole directly onto Roger's nose. This fart had as much muscle as the others, and smelled like the very pit of hell itself. Roger tried to hold his breath, but eventually had to breathe. He tried to breathe only through his mouth, as to try to lessen the smell. His eyes bulged out, and clamped shut. His stomach turned and flopped like a fish out of water. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna......." he stammered. "WHOOOOOORRRGGGG!" Achunk-filled yellowish hot WAVE of vomit spewed out of Roger's open mouth. His stomach lurched and pushed, contracting like mad. The vomit wave hit Doreen right on her fart hole and pussy, then ricocheted right back onto Roger's tortured face.
"Mmmmmmm." Doreen purred, as the warm stew-like liquid coated her privates. "Feels good". I wouldn't want a vomit douche, though." She said. Roger just weakly sputtered and spat out the remainder of puke in his mouth. He panted for air. The ungodly smell hung in the room like a poisonous gas. "Lick your disGUSting barf off my golden treasures, you fucking weakling!" Doreen said sternly as she pushed her ralph-spattered anus onto Roger's gasping, open mouth. He was tempted to give her a painful bite, but was too afraid. Not wanting to fight anymore, he stuck out a tender, pink tongue and gently licked once across her anus. The bitter taste of vomit was awful. he tried to let it discreetly drool out of his mouth. The room's smell, which was now not only filled with fart fumes, but had the addition of an acidic vomit odor, was mind numbing.
"Again, you convicted death-row felon. Lick it again." Doreen said. Roger flicked his tongue across her asshole again. She swayed back and forth, enjoying the sensation. Her full, peach-colored knockers swung to and fro as well, and she laughed. "Again." She ordered. Roger slid his tongue from her "'taint" (the space between asshole and pussy slit) up to her anus, then circled it, clockwise. Doreen slowly got up off of him and got off of the bed, vomit trails ran down her lithe, smooth legs. She flipped her flaxen hair off her shoulders and looked down at Roger...a big "Shit-Eating Grin" spread across her surfer-girl face. A pile of rank, reeking vomit lay on Roger's chest.
"The governor just called." She said. "It looks like you have been pardoned, worm boy. That is, if a low life like YOU can make me cum on your tongue." She got back up and straddled his chest. Her knees sank down into the vomit-seeped sheets on either side of Roger. She spread her pussy lips apart with long, twisting fingers. Her pink-lemonade colored fingernails gleamed at him. The stink of vomit was still heavy...almost rising in the air like steam. Her fat clitoris shined like a pink polished door knob on a mouse's front door. He pushed his toungue out at it and touched it. Then he jiggled her clit up and down. Doreen threw her head back, and quivered all over...gooey cream slowly crept and oozed out of her pussy hole looking like that vanilla goop from that old "Land Of Dairy Queen" T.V. commercial. Her palms pounded at the headboard as her hips did a slow, circular grind. Suddenly, Doreen hit orgasm very quickly and let out a gasp and a squeal as she mashed her dripping pussy into Roger's diddling, dabbling tongue. Little stabbing bursts danced over her clit's nerve endings. She scratched at the headboard and convulsed one last time, then collapsed down next to Roger onto the bed sheet steeped in vomit. Now she was panting, and her eyes were closed. "Let's play this sick game again, sometime, baby." Roger
By Lisa on Feb 27, 1998
The water steamed as it poured out of the tap and splashed into the tub. Susan gasped as her foot touched the water. A little hot....but not to bad. She eased her slender body into the water. The steam felt nice on her pretty face. She ran her hand through her brown hair and looked around the bathroom. Some times, she couldn't believe how large it was. She had really lucked out, meeting Bob, her fiancÈe. Bob was rich...VERY rich. Of course, Susan had plenty of money as well... she just wanted more. She would marry Bob, live with him for a while, then dump him and take him for all he had. After that, who knew? Perhaps, she would marry again. Then again......maybe not.
Susan took the soap and began to work up a lather. As she rubbed, she began to feel pressure in her bowels. It was Bob's mom's steamed cabbage...it did it to her every time. Before she had time to react, a violent fart ERUPTED from her ass with a loud BLURT! Bubbles pored from between her butt cheeks and floated to the surface, where they popped just behind her. Susan groaned, slightly embarrassed. She felt her self blush, but she suddenly stopped. That was....exhilarating. She smiled and looked behind her. The tub was situated so that her back was to the door. She would have to be careful. Wouldn't want someone to walk in and catch her. The embarrassment alone would kill her.
When she was sure she was alone, she raised her right cheek a little and let out a large BLOORPT! She giggled again, watching her bubbles surface. She leaned forward and squirted out a series of tiny farts. Plooop...plooop..PLAP! Glub....BLAPPPPPPPP! Susan smiled. She never knew how.... amusing her bottom could be. Susan continued to push out fart after fart. She couldn't believe she was doing this. An idea struck Susan. She rolled over onto her elbows and knees, keeping her ass just below the surface. Her butt in place, she pushed. PHURT! Her blast caused water to fly into the air and land on the floor in a puddle. She had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing too loudly. Imagine... petite little her, cutting the cheese like some large animal! Susan submerged herself to just below her eyes... glub, glub, froop...plerp! The bubbles floated out of her bum, between her legs and to the surface just in front of her face. She watched closely as they burst, splattering water on her face. She wiggled he toes. This was so much FUN!
Then, Susan remembered the C.D player beside the bath. She enjoyed listening to classical music while she bathed... it relaxed her. Susan put her hand down and skipped to track 4.... The Blue Danube Waltz. Susan hummed along with it.... "Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm ...Hm hm hm hm." The waltz continued... Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm Susan rased her right cheek and farted to the tune. BLURP BLURP...BLAP PLOORP! Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm FROOP BLAT GLUB BLORT! Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmmmmmm BLORF BLAPP PUOPTH BLUT! Hmm hmm hmm hmmmmmmmm BLOOP BLOOP FROOP BLORT! Susan kept up at this pace until the finish, and ended with a giant BLRputPHTTHTH.....BLOOOP! She fell back, exhausted and giggling like a school girl when she was struck with ANOTHER idea: put her legs up, squeeze her bum tight and let 'er rip! Just to see what it would do. A smile came to Susan's face She couldn't do it from her current position... the tap was in her way. She scooched around on her butt so she was facing the door. Her butt squeaked as she slid around on it. She gasped....the smile disappeared from her face. Bob stood in the door, mouth wide open. He had watched her "perform" the Waltz. Susan turned bright red and submerged. More bubbles floated to the surface.
The End.
by Guess Who? on Feb 28, 1998
A story as told from a fart itself...the world through its eyes...its own, personal experience.
Hi everyone. My name is Flatulencia, or you can just call me "Lenci" for short. I am not a human being, I am in fact, a fart. I don't mind if you call me that...I am not one of those "politically correct" types who insists on only being referred to as a "flutter" or "wind". I am a female fart, and I developed inside a female. I look at her more as my carrier or host, rather than my mother. I am not an orphan, though.. I have a very big family of farts...we are ALL related, regardless of who cuts us, and you may think we have a short life span. Well, we do in a way, but our spirits live on forever in Fart Heaven - the spiritual world, but that's another story.
I am, by nature, a very, very mischievous fart. Most farts are. We have wicked senses of humor, and we love to shake things up. We love to take ego-inflated snobs down a peg or two, since everyone farts. We don't care how high and mighty you may think you are, we will "CUT" you down to size...all of you. Silly humans. Go ahead and try to act like you're too good to fart and stink up a room - sooner or later, one of my fart brothers or sisters will form in your body and show you you're not a God or Goddess who finds it impossible to be able to stink up a room, or blast like a clown. We will get you. We know all the silly tricks you humans try to pull to pretend we're not there....shifting your butts around, trying to manipulate your anus muscles so we come out silent...trying to mute our voices....trying to cover up our sounds and smells with all sorts of gimmicks of denial. How rude. We want to be heard and noticed. You can't silence us forever. If that's the way you want to play, we'll get you when you sleep and sound off with a clamor, then. We'll bide our time and embarrass you in your old age, when you can't control us any more.
Anyway, yes, we farts are very spirited. You may be wondering what type of person I am inside, right now. She is...guess what? She's a belly dancer. Right now, she is performing a dance in front of many, many men and women in a restaurant. Did you know that we farts can see the world around us, before we even pop out, just by taking a peek through your belly buttons? Heh heh. Our window to the world. Your assholes are our doors, of course. Being able to see outside is one of the keys of being a very good mischievous fart. We can see where you are and what you are up to....we can see if there's anyone around you. We will run and push hard against your "door", if we see someone else around you. He he he. Will you let us out? Can you always stop us? Oh, we LOVE the excitement, either way. The suspense and the challenge....the build-up. Speaking of "building-up", that's what I'm doing right now. I am building myself up steadily to be a big fart in her bowels. Yes, I want to embarrass her! I told you I am mischievous. Clap, clap, clap, clap...all the men are clapping.. egging her on with their admiration and approval...the rapid flip of her hips stirring up passionate feelings of lust in them. Yes, I am enjoying the ride while her hips wiggle around. Oh, believe me, she knows I am in here. I am doing a little traveling myself as she does her thing. I am sliding around in her tubes in here and pressing on their walls as hard as I can, as I grow bigger and bigger.
Ding-ding! Ding-ding! The chime of her zills (finger cymbals) is most pleasant. Let's see how much the people watching her twirl around enjoy hearing MY deep chime when I come out. How will I go over? Will I make a big splash? Heh heh. Wow, I'll get to be filtered through some gauzey belly-dancer harem pants material! Wait till I tell the other female farts in Fart Heaven what fabric I got strained through. We all like to talk about what it was through which we passed. We go through it all - denim, cotton, silk, corduroy,...even the fine dress materials of the Queen of England herself. We get to travel through many layers of clothing, sometimes, and shoot into chairs. You may be wondering what my "hostess" (he he) looks like. All of we farts know what you people look like on the outside, as we sit nestled or bounce around deep inside you. We see all your "warts", too, as we come out. We know if your genitals stink, how well you wipe, if you have any dingleberries on your underwear, how clean your undies are, etc. Shoot, we know more about you characters than maybe even your closest friends know.
Anyway, the woman whose guts I am frolicking around in now, is a brunette. Her hair is long, with loose curls in it, and her skin is the color of pecan wood. She has a figure like an hourglass and a heap of round breasts on her. Ding-ding! Ching-ching! I hear her zills clinking some more. I feel her spinning and shimmying as I swirl mercilessly in her body....I want to make a BIG entrance. I am now pressing hard into every nook of her insides that I can reach. Hmmmm, I see no signs of cancer or bad growths in her...she looks healthy. We farts can see stuff like that in our areas of play and development inside all of you, you know. She is wearing a smoky-red toned outfit, in case you all were wondering, with a gleaming belt covered in golden coins. I can sense her be- coming more and more nervous, as I continue to grow and playfully tumble around inside her plumbing. She feels uncomfortable and is about ready to expel me, but is very afraid of the strong possibility that the people watching her dance might hear and smell me. I hope they do. Twirling... twisting...I do my own little dance inside her as she gyrates her hips...up and down I go through her intestines....up and down....up and down....Ching-ching...ching-ching...her finger-bells ring out again.
I wonder if she will try to cover up the sound of my yell when I come out with the sound of those little chimes! HA! That'll be like trying to stop the ocean with a broom. I am a very intense, round and smelly ball of gas, and I have grown even bigger now. I am bloating out her stomach, in a gas pain sort of way. I feel strong and ready to roar...I am not the least bit dizzy from all the spins during the dance. I hear the Eastern music playing....the claps of the men....the pad of her nearly bare feet...the swoosh of her veils...the jingle of her coin-laden belt....the thump of her nervous heart as she fears my presence....he he...her breathing becoming slightly heavier in her fear of me...ha ha... enough of this...I want OUT! I want to say a big HELLO to all the men out there, watching this saucy wench spin and tease. I want to enter their lungs with my spicy smell, and call to them in my own voice...and language...if only they could understand what "Bbrraaaaap!" means.
OK, here I go...I am moving down to be right up against her asshole...about to be released from the constraints of this dark tube that is her colon...I am up against her exit door right now, and sure enough, she aint gonna let me out without a fight. Afraid of me, Miss Priss? Might I tarnish or soil your image? Pretending I don't exist? Afraid of being laughed at, dear? Come on, Sheharazade, OPEN UP! I am PUSHING at her anal opening now, which she has sealed up as tightly as a miser's safe....damn, is this tart hermetically sealed or something? She's really clamped! Vanity and pride will get you nowhere, dear. I am Lenci the Fart, and I WILL be heard! I'm...pushing....pushing hard on the round hatch to freedom...she will weaken and I will fly... pushing....pushing....her muscles are straining to keep me inside, as she whirls in her dance....push... push....heave HO! "BRAAAAAAAAAAAP!" I'M OUT! I'M FREE! I AM IN THE COOLER, OPEN AIR OF THE RESTAURANT!WHEEEEE! HELLOOOO, ALL! HA HA HA HA! WHOO-HOO!
My whole body of pungent vapor is now spreading apart....I am spreading my gaseous wings throughout this place...let's look at the belly dancer I just came out of... hehehehehehe! Oh, goodness, is her face RED! And look at that phoney smile plastered on her face and nervous expression in her eyes! Hilarious! Oh my, did "I" do that? Ah, it feels so good to be here...look at all the beautiful decorations of this place! Geez, how much does a meal and show at this joint cost, anyway? The food looks sumptuous. I love those intricately-embroidered ornate pillows on the floor and the soft, pretty lighting. I must take great care to stay away from those candles I see...Then again, nothing is quite like "Goin' out in a blaze of glory!" Hehe. I came out of her like a genie from a lamp...like Barbara Eden from her bottle...I think several of the men here heard me come out!
I am always careful to watch faces as I make my big entrance. Ching-ching. Ching-ching....I still hear her brass finger-cymbals going at it...yep, she's still dancing away, pretending as if nothing happened...not acknowledging that "I", Ms. Lenci, arrived to the festivities via her asshole. If anyone heard something, but still had their doubts if she really did let one of my kind out, or wasn't sure what that sound they heard was, I will now show them beyond a shadow of a doubt, that yes, miss twirling strumpet over there just FARTED. I will now invade their tender nostrils before I began to fade...he he. I love this. Hmmm, I will spread the farty tentacles of my essence, and begin the invasion...shoot, they should all feel honored to have me enter them...to mingle with them....to experience me. And yes, at times I do admit I wish I smelled more like jasmine blossoms than rotting garbage....I will now go up the noses of at least six handsome men...most of whom are Arab, and of course, I will venture pungently into the high-in-the-air nose of the belly dancer from whom I came. By the way, when I forced my way out of her little dark tan-colored pucker, I slipped through her cotton thong and belly dance fancy pants. Ching-ching....ping-ding...keep dancing, like a twirling top, ding dong. Don't think the swoosh of your veils will make me disperse in time!
Here I come! I am now gracefully slipping into the nostrils of several different people at once...the people I mentioned before....I travel through their nose hairs....throats....down to their lungs....yes, sometimes we farts see much cigarette smoke, signs of cancer....tooth fillings....many different, intimate things... ah, I love this feeling of weightlessness... freedom...know me, all of you....breathe my very essence.... take my being deep inside of you.....hehehehe....I am starting to make a couple of people cough.... noses are turning up and wrinkling....hahaha.....everyone knows, now. I am in them...in their noses, lungs, then hurriedly pushed out of their lungs....back into the air of the room....into the belly dancer's nose...her lungs....quickly pushed back out again......she is embarrassed. Yes, know they all know for sure - she farted. SOMEONE farted. Some heard my greeting...some smelled my scent.....I hope they know I came from the ass of the dancer...I am SURE most of them know.
Ching-ching....ching-ching....she is, ah, a bit mortified, I would say....yes....quite. Hehe. I did exactly what I wanted to do. Her face is almost as red as her costume ensemble.....feeling flirty and powerful NOW, Miss Ego? Hee heeeeeee. Aint I a STINKER? Some of the men are smirking....they know what she did...or what I did, really...but to them, she just laid one foul, rotten air-egg. She floated the ol' biscuit. Yes, I am mischievous and revel in it. I had my little fun. I left my little mark. I stirred the stew up a little bit, and added a touch of sassy, surprising spice all my own. I am Ms. Queen Gusto Gust of the evening around here....can't wait to tell the other girls about this....they will get a laugh out of it, too. I am starting to fade away, now......soon, I will vanish....but my spirit will be in Fart Heaven, until I am once again formed inside the bowels of another poor, poor woman. I will try to shout even LOUDER on my next adventure.....I may turn up in YOUR guts, someday...you never know......remember me, Flatulencia...or Lenci, for short......bye-bye......poof-poof..............ching-ching.