She surveys the scene as she stands in the corner. Across the dancefloor, she sees a dinky, little passage that she assumes leads to the bathroom. Not wanting to risk an embarrassing catastrophe, she briskly walks over while subtly clutching her stomach. Her anal sphincter is already giving in and she lets out quiet, but autible farts with each step she takes. She moves—"BRMFT"—past the—"PPFT"—pillar where she—"PLMFT"—spots a cute—"BMPLT"—male but she's—"PLPLPMMMFTT"—picking up the—"FFMMMTTPTPT"—pace on both her—"FMPTTTPP"—stride and her—"PLPPSSS"—fart releasing. She feels the gaze of the guy follow her as she cuts across the dancefloor, but she dismisses it as her own imagination.
She finds the dimly-lit hallway that continues into a flight of stairs downwards. She breaks a loud one—"BBRRMFT"—and blushes immediately. She spots the "RESTROOMS" sign hanging from the ceiling that indicates her final destination. Gwen almost sprints down the stairs and reaches the cellar floor, but freezes when she hears females chattering inside the women's bathroom.
"I can't possibly go out with John, he's too caught up with his work life."
"But you don't want to go with anyone then!"
"So what if I'm waiting for The One? My right to be happy, hmm?"
Gwen could not possibly risk the embarrasment of letting loose with people inside the bathroom. Thus, she does the unspeakable and peeks within the men's bathroom. As expected, the coast is completely clear. She promptly locks herself inside a stall before she pulls up her dress.
"BRRROOOOMMMFFFTTTTRRRRRRRRMMMMPPPPPPPPP"
Even Gwen was surprised when her fart topped 10 seconds. As you could imagine, the smell even made her eyes water, and smelled hints of the Italian dressing from earlier. She began to think about its expiration date, and how she meant to throw that away the night before, but she simply forgot to. "Great, so that's what ruins my evening!" She muttered to herself. She heaved and left forth another strong blow.
"BLUBLUBLUBLUPBLPBLPBLPBLPBLPPPPPPFFTTTT"
The sogginess of that fart made her butthole burn like acid. The fact that they came one after another without breaks made her concern grow even further, just like the duration and loudness of her farts!
"Oh my goodness, do you hear those sounds coming from that restroom?" The woman from the other restroom exclaimed from out in the hallway.
"God, I wonder what that dude ate, Jeez!"
"Oh boy, I can smell it now, it's *gulp* atrocious!" They sprinted back up the stairs to avoid any further injury from the fumes.
At that point, Gwen was producing gas at full blast. Her stomach was reaching the bulk of her salad meal, and fermenting all of the cheeze, dressing, and broccoli all at once. While with every cubic meter of gas she released made her feel slightly more relieved, the gas in her stomach would always be quickly replaced by the digestion. At this point, the entire cellar floor was filled with the air, and caused the kitchen to evacuate.
"Ay dios mio, que olor es este?" Screamed one of the chefs.
"Vamos a fuera, donde hay aire fresco!!"
They poured out of the club as a herd, which caused some confusion among the partygoers. However, as the kitchen staff ran up the stairs, they brought a significant portion of the stench with them, and everybody on the dancefloor soon began to experience the horrid smells of Gwen's makeshift breakfast. People were crying over the stench, which shortly caused the fire alarm to be triggered.
"Everyone out of the building! Toxic fumes in the area! Move out at once!" Cried security guards at every corner of the club, trying to user people out while pinching their noses at the same time.
Gwen could hear the commotion from her stall, and was just about finishing up—"BLPBLPBLP..."—when she heard the fire department walking down the stairs.
"The fire panel says this was the corridor the fumes were detected...oh god!"
"We're gonna need our masks, guys, this is intense!"
As the firefighters amble their way up the stairs to retrieve additional HAZ-MAT equipment, Gwen bolts out the door to run through the kitchen door, obviously not wanting to be seen. Luckily, she finds her way through the back entrance, where she circles the block to find her car.
"And to think I was going to find a guy tonight?" She chuckled, albeit depressidly, at her affliction. "Silly me, it would never work out that way." She jumped into her car and drove away, not noticing the police tape that had gone up around the club.
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