Morgan considered her options while Liz pondered over the gas that was quickly gathering in her belly. After a moment of quiet contemplation, their growling stomachs being the only things to break the silence, Morgan settled on her desired prank.
“I think our best bet is going to be the bathroom” Morgan said tentatively. “I just don’t know if I’m ready to show off in public just yet”.
Liz nodded knowingly. “I understand. It’ll take a while to get used to the idea of farting in public, but it’ll be all kinds of fun once you do.” She emphasized this point by ripping a short, meaty fart directly into the battered leather cushion.
Morgan tried to suppress her laughter as the strong odor hit her nose. A low growl emanated from her abdomen a moment later.
” Ooooh…. Okay let’s get going. I’m not sure how much longer I’m gonna be able to hold this”.
“Alright alright. Just be sure to wait until we have a captive victim. We wouldn’t want any of these delightful farts to go to waste.”
Morgan grinned “That’s easy for you to say. You’ve got a lot more experience with this.”
Liz gave a sly smirk in reply “Yeah I guess that’s true, but you’ll get the hang of it. After all, we’ll be doing a lot more stuff like this from here on out.”
Morgan chuckled as she considered the gravity of that statement. In just the last few hours the assumptions that she had made about Liz had been completely destroyed. Ultimately, she had believed that they would be nothing more than passing acquaintances. Now she was about to pull a very un-ladylike prank with the girl that may very well become her best friend. Or maybe her only friend depending on the kind of reputation they gain. Either way, this was already proving to be a much more interesting day than she could have hoped. And they were only just getting started.
She was pulled from her thoughts by Liz holding open the door to the ladies’ room.
Liz gave an exaggerated wave as a gesture for Morgan to go inside.
“After you.” Liz said with an overly posh accent.
“Why, thank you.” Morgan replied with an equally ridiculous tone.
The bathroom itself wasn’t special. Its walls were a standard beige set against white tile floors and muted fluorescent lighting. In the air hung a mixed aroma consisting of cheap air freshener and lemon-scented cleaning products. A short row of sinks lined the wall to their left. Opposite that sat the stalls. Three to be exact. A brief inspection revealed that none of which were currently occupied.
“Perfect!” Liz exclaimed.
The two girls took to their respective cubicles with Liz taking the stall nearest the door and Morgan taking the stall farthest back leaving an empty stall between them. The room fell into a short moment of silence as they got themselves situated. Morgan took this time to set down a makeshift seat cover made from toilet paper. Liz on the other hand plopped down directly onto the toilet seat, germs be damned. Morgan was the first to break the silence.
“How long do you think we’re going to wait?”
“I dunno, but I bet it won’t be long. There’s bound to be at least one fur who'll need to use the toilet soon. And when they do, that’s when we let loose.”
“I hope you’re right. This gas is starting to get painful.” Morgan gave a light prod to her bloated midsection to punctuate this.
“Relax. It’ll be worth it in the end. I promise you that.” Liz emphatically stated.
As if on cue, the bathroom door opened signaling the presence of their unsuspecting target. A few moments later the middle stall was finally occupied.
Morgan’s phone buzzed a second later. It was a text from Liz.
‘Follow my lead’
The relative silence of the bathroom was instantly shattered by a series of bassy ass-rippers that exploded into the first cubicle. A sound reminiscent of a horn quartet violently echoed into the toilet only to be muffled by Liz’s behind. After recovering from the initial shock of experiencing some of Liz’s true farts, Morgan started dropping a string of high-pitched farts that surprisingly matched Liz’s output. However, after hearing Morgan join in, Liz doubled-down on her already impressive display of flatulence; increasing the volume of her farts while giving her gas a sickly, wet tone. Morgan, not wanting to fall behind, started pushing out her own brand of nauseating farts into the soiled atmosphere of the bathroom. Shockingly, she was able to hold her own in this Thunderdome of Thunderous Blasts. What was once just a minor, brassy warm-up had turned into a full-blown fart symphony as the two unleashed some of the most impressive gas the tiny restroom had ever witnessed.
They both continued their performance for another 20 seconds before Liz decided that they’d done enough for one victim. Morgan dropped a few more farts before realizing that Liz had stopped. The once tolerable atmosphere of the ladies’ room had been completely wrecked. As Liz quietly basked in the glory of the absolutely horrendous smell that plagued the air, Morgan was trying to catch her breath while holding back the laughter that was welling up inside her.
There was the sound of movement in the middle stall.
The two waited eagerly for the response of the middle stall’s occupant. After a brief moment of silence, their mystery guest…
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