One day, John went with Karen to the SprawlMart...
"Ok, so we should pick up a few things," said Karen.
While waking through one aisle, Karen seemed a bit uncomfortable. She clutched her belly and winced a bit.
"What's wrong, Karen? You ok?" John asked her.
"It's those fiber shakes..." Karen confessed "I've been trying to get more fiber into my diet, but it's been giving me gas. I probably shouldn't have had a larger amount today."
"Oh, I guess that's good that you're trying to get more fiber," John said.
"But the thing is," Karen said before she tightened her face in discomfort, "I have to fart really bad..." she finished in a hushed tone.
Now John never really minded Karen farting, in fact, he actually liked it.
"Go ahead, if you really need to," he said.
"What?" Karen said "I don't think I should do it here," she grunted, feeling gas pains again.
"If you really have to, and besides, farting is a natural thing and everyone does it, and who knows, it might feel, great." He said with a certain twinkle in his eye.
"Ok, if it's like that," Karen said.
She looked around for anyone that might be around. Seemed like nobody was around at the moment.
Karen pushed a bit of gas out, that started to sound like vvvrrrrrr... and escalated to RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMPH!
Karen could have sworn she might have alarmed anyone who was in the next aisle.
Karen blushed bright red. "Ooh, that was pretty bad..."
"That was awesome." John said.
The thick, stinky eggy cloud lingered in the aisle.
Karen quickly walked out of the aisle and John followed her.
"Ooh, what if somebody smells it?" Karen said, blushing slightly.
"Some people probably won't be able to handle it," John said smiling "But I think that was great!"
To be continued, maybe.
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