Fart story one-shots 2!

ROWEENA'S SUPER POOP!

I'm not sure why Emily asked me to write this story down. It's just a funny, gross thing that happened to us a couple weeks back.

My name's Roweena. I'm a college student in my mid-20s, a little older than most of my classmates. I can't afford the student housing, so I live at home and commute to campus every day. My best friend Emily lives at home, too. She doesn't own a car, so I'm always giving her rides.

Today, Emily was working late in her Biology lab. It was a Wednesday afternoon after class, and I was bored out of my mind waiting for her.

"Emillyyyy," I whined, "let's goooooo."

She was hunched over a lab bench, scribbling in a small notebook. She bounced her leg anxiously. "One more minute," she said.

Emily had been stressed recently. She'd started working for her Biology professor as a research assistant. The job paid okay, but now she seemed distracted all the time.

"Almost done," she mumbled, "almost..." Then she turned a page, and her eyes widened. "Wait - there's actually more."

I sighed, frustrated.

Emily had been my best friend since we were kids. She was a white girl, pale and thin, with glasses and a messy brown ponytail. Today, like most days, she wore a white buttoned blouse and a knee-length skirt.

I look a little different. I'm mixed-race - my parents are both immigrants - and I'm pretty dark-skinned. I have straight black hair past my shoulders. Unlike Emily, I'm in really good shape: I teach kickboxing classes in the mornings, and I lift weights. I'm proud of being strong. I wear tight t-shirts and jeans most days, and I look good in them.

Emily and I make a strange pair of friends, but we've always supported each other. And, most of the time, we can make each other laugh. Isn't that all you need?

The Biology lab wasn't too exciting: most of the shelves held nothing but textbooks. In one corner, though, I found a clear plastic container full of tiny lizards. "Hey, buddies," I cooed to them. I tapped the plastic, but the lizards didn't move.

"Don't bother those," Emily said, distracted. "I'm trying to get them to mate."

"Oh. Sexy."

I kept pacing around. On the far side of the laboratory, the Biology professor had left some personal items on a desk. There was an old couch there, too.

Something caught my eye: a small plastic baggie lay on the professor's desk. It was labeled "FITNESS NUTRIENTS," and it held a few dozen brown tablets.

"Fitness nutrients?" I asked.

"Yeah," said Emily, without looking up. "Dr. V is developing a vitamin formula. Her mom's retirement home has this exercise program..."

I shook a tablet out and popped it into my mouth. I should start taking more vitamins, I thought idly. The tablet was large, but I managed to swallow it whole.

I cleared my throat. "Emily, are you almost done?"

"Um..." She was still writing in her notebook. "A little longer. Sorry."

Sighing, I flopped down onto the old couch. The cushions were ripped in places, and it smelled funky... but it felt surprisingly soft.

I stretched out and rested my head against an old throw pillow. Soon, I was yawning.

"Don't fall asleep over there," Emily warned me. "I'll be finished in a couple minutes."

"I won't. Don't worry."

My legs were a little sore from kickboxing that morning, and it was nice to relax. After a few minutes, I couldn't help getting sleepy - the couch was just too comfortable. The next thing I knew, Emily was shaking my shoulder.