Fart Torture Stories
Chapter twenty two: Confessing about Scamp's Fart Addiction
Angel was in the backyard with Tramp and Lady, trying to think of the best way she could explain the situation to them. "So Scamp's been a little...attracted to something of mine lately, that everyone does, but not all of them do it as big as me." Angel could tell that Lady and Tramp were confused so she grunted and ripped a loud and bassy ten second fart, letting out a yellow cloud of rotten eggs behind her (BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP). Lady and Tramp were surprised with Angel continuing her statement. "See? My farts are huge."
"And Scamp loves them." Tramp chimed in, leaving Angel to nod her head yes in confirmation with Tramp chuckling a bit as he stood up. "I think I know where he might've inherited it from." Angel didn't know what Tramp met with Tramp's butt being shown as he grunted and ripped a loud and bassy five second fart as soon as Lady got behind him, hitting his wife with a yellow cloud of rotten eggs that made his butt vibrate as he let it out (BRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUP).
Lady whiffed Tramp's gas proudly with Angel being intrigued as Tramp explained his point more clearly. "See, Scamp inherited being gassy from me, just like his sisters did, even though Collette isn't particularly fond of it. And he inherited loving the gas of his loved ones, from your mother."
Angel understood what Tramp was getting at and had a theory in mind about the whole thing. "So does that mean Scamp likes your farts too?"
"Yep. Not as much as yours though." Tramp laughed as he and Angel both released five second farts that let out green clouds of bacon (pfffffffffft) (pfffffffffft). "We will have to sort this out though. This can't be healthy for Scamp."
Angel started to regret having her moments of fart sex with Scamp, knowing that he would now need to get some help because of it. "You're tellin me."