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Camp Part 1-5 [scat]

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/girlfartstories/comments/eiurk9/camp_part_1_scat/

Part 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/girlfartstories/comments/ekwvl0/camp_part_2_scat/

Part 3: https://www.reddit.com/r/girlfartstories/comments/emp4fu/camp_part_3/

Part 4 ending: 

https://www.reddit.com/r/girlfartstories/comments/epshzy/camp_part_2_finale/

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This is a spinoff with a character you'll meet in forthcoming parts of the Lindsay Saga. Happy New Years!

It all started with Bella.

Danny Rudd's life was pretty normal. He was average in most aspects. Average height, average in-shape build, brown eyes and brown hair. He didn't come from money and wasn't dirt poor either. He was as normal as they came.

It was 2010. Danny's first year of college had gone by smoothly. He spent that summer with some of his new friends from school volunteering at Camp Sunnyday, in order to fulfil requirements for their majors. It was easy work. He was a lifeguard, so he spent most of his days at the lakeside, catching sun, watching the swimming children, and chatting with the other volunteers. He thought his life couldn't get better.

Then one day he finished his shift and returned to his cabin.

Bella was there. She was sprawled out on her bed, face down. She turned to look at him as he came in and groaned, clearly experiencing severe discomfort.

"Help... me," she said. Bella was a classmate of Danny's but he had known her since highschool.

"You still hungover?" Danny asked, tossing his duffel full of his towel, swim trunks, and other belongings on the bed. He expected something like this from her. Bella was always a goody-two-shoes, and last night was one of her first times drinking heavily. An older counselor had brought them a case of beer and they had nearly finished it off after hours. He expected her to need some recovery time, but was surprised someone so concerned with following the rules would skip her shift at the multipurpose center over it.

"It's not that. It's worse," Bella said, rolling over and rubbing her stomach. "They sent me back to the cabin because I was so sick." Danny studied her. Normally, she was as bright and vibrant as her personality, dressing in neon colors and funky tee shirts that made her caramel skin really pop. She was slim but definitely curvy, with bouncy, full breasts and a butt that more than filled out her skinny jeans. She usually wore her wild, kinky curls in a pair of high pigtails, but now it was unkempt, hanging around her head and face. Bella's dark skin was paler than normal and she had circles under her eyes.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I think I'm allergic to alcohol. I looked it up," she said woefully, dropping her head back onto her pillow. "My stomach is killing me. I threw up all morning, and it won't stop hurting."

"I didn't know that was a thing. Is that why you never drink? Or are you just clinically lame."

"I guess I'm clinically lame."

Danny then noticed a strange smell lingering in the cabin. At first he thought it might be her puke in the bathroom, but it was not that familiar sickly sweet smell. This was musky and sour. It stirred something in him, he didn't know why, but suddenly his stomach was slowly flipping. Was it making him sick, too?

"I'm sorry," Bella said, lifting both her legs to her chest. Danny was about to speak when he was cut off. The source of the smell became clear.

Bella released a great torrent of gas in what was a deep, bassy fart. It was a constant stream, full and windy, that lasted about four seconds. Danny couldn't believe his eyes. It was disgusting.