Rebecca wiped the sweat from her brow as she stepped into the cool, dank basement of her new apartment. The place was old and musty, but it had plenty of space for her and her furry fiancé, Max. As she descended the stairs, she caught a whiff of something rancid lingering in the air. "Max, did you leave any more of those rotten eggs lying around?" she called out, wrinkling her nose at the pungent odor.
There was a loud grunt from the other side of the room, followed by a low growl. "Don't start, Rebecca. I warned you, those things make me gassy."
Rebecca rolled her eyes and walked over to where Max was sitting. She couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of him, towering over her at seven feet tall and covered in thick, black fur from head to toe. "Come on, big guy," she cooed, nudging him with her elbow. "Let's get some fresh air before dinner."
Max groaned again but stood up, his massive frame shaking the foundation of the basement. As they made their way up to the main floor, Rebecca couldn't help but notice the way people stared at them. It didn't bother her; she was used to it by now. Besides, she was happier than she'd ever been, despite the occasional foul odor.
A few nights later, after a long day at work, Rebecca crawled into bed next to Max. She buried her nose in his fur, taking comfort in the familiar scent of her fiancé. As she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but wonder what kind of dirty things he'd been up to while she was at the office.
She was jolted awake a few hours later by a loud ripping sound. Her eyes flew open to see Max standing at the foot of the bed, pulling down his pants. "Max, what are you doing?" she squeaked, trying not to look at his bare ass.
"I told you, I'm gassy," he growled, letting out a long, loud fart that shook the bed. "Better out than in, right?"
Rebecca covered her nose with a pillow, trying to block out the stench. "Max, please," she begged, her voice muffled by the fabric. "Not in here."
But it was too late. Another fart, even louder than the first, shook the room. "Oh my God," Rebecca whimpered, her face turning red with embarrassment. "I'm moving out."
As she packed her things the next day, she couldn't help but think about the weird videos she'd seen online of people enjoying farts. Maybe there was a market for it, she thought, a twisted grin forming on her lips. Maybe she could capitalize on Max's gas and make a fortune.
She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to do. With shaking hands, she pulled up a website dedicated to fetish videos and clicked 'submit'. Then, she typed out a description of the video she had in mind: "Disgusting Farts From My Hairy Ass VII."
As she hit submit, a wave of nausea washed over her. Had she really just done that? But then, she remembered Max's face when he'd let out those giant farts, and she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride. Maybe this was the start of something big.
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