As Anita Perverse walked into their shared living room, she couldn't help but feel frustrated. Her roommate, Lia Cam, was sprawled across the couch, wearing nothing but a loose t-shirt and underwear, her head resting on a pillow as she watched TV with the volume turned up high. It was 8 PM, and Anita had just gotten home from a long day at work.
"Lia!" Anita called out, her voice hoarse from exhaustion. "You've got to get up! I've been home for an hour, and you've barely moved from that couch!"
Lia didn't even look up from the screen, her eyes glazed over. "Sorry, babe," she mumbled without taking her eyes off the TV. "I was just so tired from studying all day."
Anita rolled her eyes. She knew Lia was a full-time student, but she couldn't help but feel like she was taking advantage of their living situation. Anita worked two jobs just to pay the bills and support them both, and she expected her roommate to pull their weight around the house.
"Fine," Anita huffed, stomping off to their shared bedroom. She came back a few moments later, holding a strange-looking contraption in her hands: a small, clear cup with a rubber band stretched across the top.
As Lia continued to ignore her, Anita slowly approached the couch. She leaned down over Lia's face, holding the cup carefully in place. Then, with a deep breath, she let out a long, loud fart into the cup.
Lia's eyes snapped open in surprise, and she gasped as the stinky gas wafted over her face. Her eyes watered, and she coughed, trying to get the foul smell out of her nose.
"That's for being such a lazy sack of crap," Anita said, her voice cold. "I've had enough of your excuses. From now on, you're going to help out around the house, or I'll keep farting on your face until you can't stand the smell anymore."
With that, Anita stood up straight and returned to their bedroom, leaving Lia alone on the couch, the stench of her own farts lingering in the air.
From that day forward, Lia Cam became a changed woman. She started helping out around the apartment, cleaning, cooking, and even doing the laundry. And every time she forgot or hesitated, Anita was there, cupping her hands around her mouth and releasing another loud, stinky fart into the cup, reminding her of the consequences of her laziness.
