Fart Torture Stories
Chapter Twenty Eight: Deepak's Meditation Release
Deepak was meditating on the couch in the living room as the Dimitris were roughhousing and caught sight of it. The first one spoke up, being more than ready to bully Deepak some more. "Ha! Is Deepak still doing that stupid Guru Miaow trash? Didn't he learn anything from Constantin's stupid face?"
The second Dimitri was about to chime in again before a noxious fume arose the area, leaving the Dimitris to cover their noses in disgust as the second Dimitri blamed the third. "Dude, really?"
"I didn't do it!" The third Dimitri objected, and the three of them started fighting their way out of the room with Deepak smirking as a green cloud emerged from his rear end, revealing that the fat had come from him.
Deepak was proud to have stopped one of the Dimitris bullying assaults as the SBD fart then started making a squeaky sound, much to his surprise (pffffffffff...). Deepak was worried about how this would go down, as he knew Dylan would send him into the quarantine bubble if his gas was more than a casual fart. Just then, the fart grew bigger (FFFFFFFFFF...), and Deepak was lucky that no one else was in the room, or else he would've been caught thanks to his eggy gas.
Just then, Deepak's fart grew to the biggest it possibly could, letting the last fifty seconds of his one minute fart make his butt vibrate violently as a yellow cloud filled the room (FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT). Deepak opened his eyes and looked around as the alarm went off, leaving Deepak to sigh as he predicted what was coming next. "I should've seen this coming."