A Night of Unwanted Relief
Megan felt like her ass was about to explode as she walked into the apartment she shared with Britney. It had been a long day, and she had been gassy all day long. The moment she stepped in, she noticed the mess that Britney had left behind. The living room was a complete disaster, clothes scattered everywhere, dishes piled up in the sink, and dirty laundry littering the floor.
Without even taking off her jacket, Megan made her way to the bathroom. She couldn't wait any longer; her farts were getting more intense by the minute. As she closed the door behind her, she let out a loud sigh of relief. Megan took a deep breath and prepared herself for what was about to come out.
In the meantime, Britney was on the phone with their other friend. She couldn't help but giggle as she heard Megan's muffled farts coming from the other room. "Oh my god, you won't believe what I just did!" she exclaimed into the phone.
Back in the bathroom, things were getting desperate for Megan. She tried to sit down on the toilet, but every time she did, another loud fart would escape her ass. She stood up again, grimacing in pain, and decided to try standing up instead. This seemed to work better, at least for the moment.
Suddenly, Megan felt something strange. She turned around and saw that the lid of the toilet was glued shut! Britney had glued it shut while she was on the phone! Megan's eyes widened in horror as she realized what this meant.
"Oh my god, Britney! This isn't funny!" she shouted, pounding her fists against the door. The smell of gas was getting stronger, and Megan could feel herself about to lose control. She pushed and pulled at the lid, trying to pry it open, but it wasn't moving.
"Open this goddamn door!" she yelled, her voice muffled by the thick layer of farts that had built up in her body. The pressure was unbearable, and she knew she couldn't hold it much longer.
Britney listening to Megan's desperate cries, she couldn't help but chuckle. This was too good to be true. She slowly hung up the phone, still giggling to herself, as she walked towards the bathroom.
Meanwhile, Megan's farts were getting louder and more frequent. She was in so much pain, but she couldn't seem to find a way out of this mess. She tried to hold her breath, hoping that maybe the pressure would subside, but it only made things worse.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Megan's heart sank as she heard Britney's voice on the other side. "What's going on in there?" she asked, her tone mocking.
"I can't get the lid open!" Megan shouted back, her voice cracking under the strain. "And I really need to use the toilet!"
Britney let out a laugh. "Well, I guess you should've thought about that before you started farting so much," she said, still chuckling.
Megan felt a hot tear rolling down her cheek as she tried one last time to pry the lid open. It was no use; she couldn't do it anymore. With a heavy sigh, she gave up and let go.
A series of loud, wet farts echoed through the small bathroom as Megan finally relieved herself. The smell was overpowering, even to her own nose. She slumped down against the wall, panting heavily, feeling utterly defeated.
When Britney opened the door, she was met with a sight she would never forget. Megan was in the fetal position on the floor, surrounded by a cloud of farts. "Oh my god," Britney gasped, taking a step back. "What happened in here?"
Megan looked up at her, tears streaming down her face. "You did this," she whimpered. "You glued the lid shut!"
Britney tried to contain her laughter, but it was no use. She bent over, leaning against the wall for support, and let out a hearty laugh. "I can't believe you did that," she managed between giggles. "That was priceless!"
Feeling somewhat better, Megan slowly stood up, wincing at the pain in her ass. "This isn't funny, Britney!" she said, her voice stern. "I could've shit my pants in there!"
Britney wiped away a tear of laughter. "Yeah, well," she said, shrugging. "You should've thought about that before you started farting so damn much."
Megan glared at her, angry and humiliated. "Fine," she said, turning away and storming back into the living room. "Just forget it."
As she sat down on the couch, still feeling the aftershocks of her latest battle with her ass, Megan couldn't help but wonder if things would ever be the same again. She looked over at Britney, who was now trying to clean up the mess in the bathroom, and felt a pang of guilt. They had been roommates for too long to just give up on each other like this.
With a deep breath, Megan decided to try and make amends. She walked back into the bathroom, taking a moment to gather her courage. When she saw Britney's back turned, she stepped forward and gave her a gentle push.
Britney stumbled forward, landing on the floor with a loud thud. "What the hell was that for?" she asked, looking up at Megan with a mixture of anger and surprise.
Megan knelt down beside her, taking her hand. "I'm sorry," she said, looking into Britney's eyes. "I was stupid, and I shouldn't have done that. I just couldn't take it anymore."
Britney studied Megan's face for a moment before breaking into a smile. "It's okay," she said, squeezing Megan's hand. "I guess we both had a rough day."
They sat there in silence for a while, each lost in their own thoughts. Eventually, Britney stood up and held out her hand to Megan. "Come on," she said. "Let's clean this up and call it a night."
Megan took her hand and stood up, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. They may not have started the night on the best of terms, but at least they were ending it as friends.
