Fart story one-shots 2!

A Day in the Life

The sun rose over the horizon on a Tuesday morning to light up a certain college campus covered in snow. Soft white snow coated everything, from tree branches to cars, and more snowflakes slowly drifted down from the sky. The dormitories were just starting to stir with some activity as early birds rose to sip some coffee or go for their morning run, only to stop for a moment, stunned by the winter wonderland outside.

The soft powdery snow was also piled onto a certain college girls window. Colorful Christmas lights lined the window on the inside, giving the dorm room a festive holiday quality. Under the window, inside the room, was a desk. The theme of festivity continued there, as next to her closed laptop, lied a half-used roll of wrapping paper and a pair of scissors.

Usually, her room was extremely neat. But the pressure of midterms had led her to slack off a bit on tidying up. Her favorite winter coat, a tan puffy down jacket, lay draped over her chair. A pair of blue dirty socks with little Santa's embroidered in them were draped over the foot of her bed. They stank from the accumulation of an incredible amount of sweat from her last workout, but she hadn't bothered to toss them in her hamper. An empty but oily carton of Chinese food sat near the end of her bed, the used chopsticks still in it.

The ray of winter light from her window landed on her bed, illuminating the outline of her body under her sheets. She slept on her back, limbs splayed out in every direction. Her left arm was tucked under her pillow, and her right hand hung lazily off of the edge of the mattress. Her legs were spread, her right leg straight while her left leg was bent. Her head rested on her pillow, turned to the side. A few strands of her silky brown hair were swept over her face, and the rest was spread out over her pillow. She wore a peaceful expression as she slept, a ghost of her adorable smile was on her lips as she breathed in and out. There was just a hint of a snore. Her eyes were shut, and her dark eyebrows were completely relaxed. Her blanket was twisted up with her body, sloppily pulled over her athletic legs and attractive waist and hips. Her pillow was askew. One of her feet was sticking out of her sheets, covered in an old striped pink and white sock. Her toes wiggled sleepily. The brunette was the vision of beauty in comfort as she lay in her bed, without a care in the world. Her contentment as she slumbered gave her beauty a slightly otherworldly look.

The digital clock on her bedside table, which wore a tiny Santa hat she had bought at a convenience store, read 7:41AM. Snow continued slowly drifting down outside of her window. There was the faint sound of a dog barking in the distance. The brunette breathed slowly.

All was still. It was as if the morning was suspended in time, frozen in a perfect moment of winterly beauty.

BVVVRRRTT

The solid, powerful fart was muffled slightly by her blanket, but it still sounded rich and deadly. Reagan's brown eyes started to flutter open. One of her shapely legs stirred under the sheets, brushing against the mattress. Her slow deep breathing stopped.

BLUP

Another fart popped out under the sheets, brief but wet, like a bubble popping out of a puddle of tar. She looked up at the ceiling, blinking sleepily. Her nose wrinkled a little as the smell from her gaseous emissions hit her. She propped herself up on her elbow, starting to sit up, and bent her straightened leg, resting her foot on the mattress and pointing her knee upwards under the sheets. Her perfect eyebrows moved closer together.

BBBRRLLRRRBRRRUPP

A long, bassy, wet fart rumbled out from between her legs, filling the area under her sheets with its moist heat. After it finished, the frown on Reagan's face vanished. She looked up at the ceiling again, opening her mouth in a half smile as she let out a deep sigh of satisfaction. Her knee swayed from side to side as she basked in her latest fart.