Fart Torture Stories
Chapter fourteen: Agent P's Gassy Fun
Agent P was sitting at his computer in the office, not really having much on his mind at the moment. He felt his stomach growl a bit, smirking to himself as he then lifted his butt and closed his eyes, grunting as he ripped a loud and bassy five second fart, letting out a green cloud of spoiled milk (BRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUP). He then whiffed the fart and felt quite proud of it, deciding that he would let out all the rest without a care.
Since Major Monogram wasn't on the monitor yet, Agent P lifted his leg and cracked another five second fart, letting out a green cloud of bacon (BRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAT). He then let out two more massive farts, letting off more scents of spoiled milk as he did so without a care in the world at that moment (BLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRP) (PFFFFFFFFFFT).
Agent P still had a bit more gas in him, so he decided to let some more out with his butt shown as he lifted it. He looked back with a smirk as he cut a loud and bassy thirty second fart, letting out a yellow cloud of rotten eggs that made his butt vibrate from the release (PHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHT). Agent P was quite satisfied with his gas as he whiffed it all in with a carefree expression.
Just then, Major Monogram came onto the screen and saw all of the gas clouds Agent P had made as he started to greet him. "Have you been...farting in the time it took me to come on?" Agent P gave a proud look, pointing his index finger at Major Monogram and making his signature sound, with Major Mongram deciding to ignore the situation. "Well at least you're not doing it where I can smell it. Anyway, not for your mission."