Does It Fart Book Novels & Stories

"It looks it's about a baby who can't wait to be born, or… I don't know. It sounds weird when I say that. It looks cute though." "Let me see." She takes it out of my hand and begins reading through it. "Aw. This is really cute. Wait." She starts giggling and reading outloud. "He started moving down. At first he moved slowly but then he moved fast. What a great ride down the slide! It was fun!" "Why are you laughing?" "That was apparently Peanut's version of being born." "Really?" I take the book back and read through that page. "I'm gonna guess that's not the way his mom remembers it."

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" I said to myself. I was about to close the elevator door when I noticed a bunch of men attempting to catch up to me and urging me to hold the door open for them. I couldn't let them in because I could feel my ass was about to release a tremendous amount of gas. While they were running towards the elevator, I hurriedly pressed the close button. Fortunately, the door shut just in time for me to release my silent but deadly fart. It almost suffocated me inside. It nearly knocks the life out of me. I can feel my soul about to escape from my body from the massive explosion of tear gas in my ass.

My chest tightened—but in a good way, like everything was finally starting to make sense. “You two are the best things that ever happened to me,” I said, full of emotion. The little one let out a fart so loud he even startled himself for a second. He mumbled softly, his little face scrunching up, and the smell in the air quickly confirmed what I already suspected. Diaper full. I sighed, raising an eyebrow and gently shifting him to check his face, which was now relaxed and peaceful, as if nothing had happened. “That was a low blow, kid…” I muttered, wrinkling my nose. “How do you manage to produce something so foul just from drinking milk? What’s in that formula? Toxic gas?”

Great. So I do what any rational woman would do, I give up. I slide my dress back on sans bra, and of course, I’m busty, so now it’s a whole problem. My boobs are jiggling with every tip-toe toward the door, and just when I think I’ve made it out, he lets out the softest, tiniest fart. I stop in my tracks. My eyes widen. And then I giggle. Like, full-body, shoulders-shaking, silent giggles. He’s too hot to be real, and now he farts like a Disney prince? I’m dying.

"Sir! We have an urgent situation outside!" a loud voice rattled the cramped space of the quarters. "You candy assed moron! Haven't I told you before to leave all matters to the able hands of my assistant! Leave! Now!" a fat man lodged at a comfortable chair while holding a book with sensual depictions on it. Its contents were of women doing different positions in the most popular technique in the history of evolution. The cover title was Secret to Long Life by Jeff Depthfinder.

"Ten—oh? I mean, t-two. It's two, I guess?" I heard him sighed upon hearing my stupid answers. Seriously! This was definitely brain cracking! This thing was more complicated than answering which came first between an egg and the chicken! I started to release more of my frustration towards the book as I turned its pages carelessly. "Ya!" Hey! he snorted. "What are you? An alien or something? Ten hands, my ass. Why are you so distracted today? That book... does the book really need to suffer? As far as I know, it's your favorite book. Look, you're murdering the pages and—”

“Just because we’ve created a kid who causes you to puke, leak, and fart in your sleep,” “I fart in my sleep?” she interrupted, horrified. I tried not to laugh. “All that doesn’t change how I feel about you, or who you are.” “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me I fart in my sleep,” she grumbled. I laughed. “Rooming with Jimmy is worse, and he really stinks.” She started laughing. “Once again, Mr. Nathaniel Mactire, you have managed to make me feel better.” “Are you sure?” I asked. I started to move my hands north on her body toward the two beauties on her chest that caused this whole outburst. “I could give you a massage.”

He, too, suffers from diarrhea. I recall smelling a bad and stinky fart out of nowhere. It felt awkward asking him if he did it because we were the only two people in the room. Which is I don't fart, which means he is the one who farted. But my husband, he has a sense of pride... "Sena, did you fart?" I almost threw my pocketbook at him. He accuses me of being oblivious to the fact that it was his fart! "Ask your ass, Mister." But...

A loud growling sound crumbles in her stomach and after a few minutes, she releases a silent but deadly bomb. "What the fuck! Did you just fart?" he furiously said, but couldn't cover his nose for his hand was stuck due to the confined space. "I'm sorry. It happens when I'm tense," she sheepishly said to him. Her face blushed and turns into red. Meanwhile, the security guard passed by the car where they were hiding and smell the fumes of the fart. "Did something die in here?" He almost pukes as he sniffs the rotten smell of Ella's fart. "I better call the pest control before it gets worst." He rushes out of the garage and back to his station to call out for help.