Vanessa was a 28-year-old who worked in the children’s ward at a hospital as a clerk. She was relatively happy with her job and very popular with the children due to her love of farting and her willingness to accept any challengers to her throne as gassiest in the ward. Her colleagues didn’t appreciate her gassiness as much as her young charges did, but they said very little considering how much Vanessa and her farts meant to the children.
Vanessa hadn’t taken the job because she particularly loved children; it was more that she had access to doctor’s who could help her strengthen her farts. She would ask what she should eat to make them smell worse, is there anything she could do in terms of exercise or diet to make them louder. She wore almost exclusively leggings since the thinner material did little to block the small and noise. Vanessa was dedicated to making herself the gassiest, proudest farter that she could.
Today she was finishing her shift, wearing a sky blue cable knit sweater, some brown leggings, and a pair of boots with a 3-inch heel. She was heading to the elevator when one of the children, Cassie, stopped her. “Check this out Ms. Vanessa,” Cassie smiled as she turned her bum to Vanessa and ripped a tiny little toot.
“Ha!” Vanessa laughed before flipping her rich strawberry blond curls out of her face. “My turn!” Vanessa pointed her butt in Cassie’s direction and ripped ass. Her fart blew Cassie off her feet and onto her butt while making her stink fiercely. “You better go shower my butt funk off, you don’t want to smell like a loser the whole day!” Vanessa teased a laughing Cassie. Cassie did as she was asked and Vanessa waved good-bye to her from the elevator.
Inside the elevator was an elderly man who had witnessed he whole exchange. “You sure have a way with the kids,” he remarked.
“Well they love a good fart joke,” Vanessa replied back. “And no ones more full of farts than me!” she let another fly.
“I can tell,” the man held his nose and tie to breathe through his mouth. “Why do you think that is?”
“Because only the crankiest of people who take themselves too serious don’t appreciate some fart humor,” Vanessa told him.
“Too true,” he reached into his pocket and handed Vanessa a ring. “Here you go Ms.” he smiled, “A token of my esteem for showing me that farts and children will always go together.”
Vanessa looked at the ring, and admired its exquisite beauty. She pocketed the ring and thanked him for such a generous gift before stepping of the elevator, but not before gifting his with one last blast of gas.
Upon arriving home, Vanessa plopped down on her couch and relaxed, a long rasping fart fighting for freedom form between her and the couch. “Whew,” she contorted her face, “That sure was a stinker!” She dug into her pocket book and pulled out the ring, and began to look it over. She brought it closer to her eye as she cut a few more slices of cheese. “It really is beautiful,” she commented noting that it looked Germanic, or Nordic in design. Throwing caution to the winds her butt generated Vanessa slipped the ring onto her finger.
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