Midnight Poot Stop Patrol: Silent But Stinky — PART 1

Description: Intro: i’ve just started this new job as a security guard at an old pizza place — the kind that used to have animatronic characters performing on stage. they gave me the standard-issue uniform: a “security” hat, a little metal badge, a crisp white button-down shirt, and tight black slacks. i’ve got blonde hair tied back in a low ponytail, green eyes, and the place? well, it’s quiet now... but it definitely gives off that eerie, once-loved vibe. this video's description: i’m moving quietly down the dark, carpeted hallway, the flashlight trembling just a little in my grip. i spotted movement on the security room camera earlier—some idiot must've slipped in when the rear gate was jammed—and now i'm hunting for them. my boots make soft thumps against the plush flooring as i press forward into the gloom, nerves buzzing, trying to stay sharp. but the real threat… is internal. my belly is so bloated with gas i can barely focus. each step presses the pressure deeper. i can feel the heat of it swirling in my guts, angry and insistent. it’s gotten to the point where the pain of holding it in is more urgent than catching this intruder. i groan quietly and press my palm to my belly. it feels taut—like i swallowed a whole balloon full of swamp air. and this isn’t your average gas. this is rich, burbling, fermented air-funk that’s been cooking inside me all day. the kind that crawls up through your insides with that low, gurgling warning. i stumble into the old performance room—flooded with light, hardwood floors gleaming—and head straight for the curtain at the far end. i know just what i need. i reach behind the stage’s side drape and pull out my little secret weapon: a bench i’ve stashed away for emergencies like this. the kind of sacred ritual spot you don’t just share. my own personal poot stop. my breath hitches as i shuffle quickly to the bench, unfastening my pants. “no time, no time,” i whisper, lowering myself down as the bench creaks softly beneath me. the glass is cool under my butt. there’s a view underneath too—not that i’d know someone was hiding there. i’m too focused on not bursting. the first blast slips free with a hiss and a flutter, followed by a thicker one that vibrates against the seat. my head tips back. relief. the kind that makes your shoulders drop and your eyes flutter. they reek. ripe and baked, like eggs sautéed in old garlic and trapped in a sauna. i wrinkle my nose and giggle. “ohhhh, nasty girl,” i mutter to myself, waving a hand near my face, and settling in. forget the intruder. the real crisis is the storm brewing in me. ___________________________________________________________________________ this video is a part of a 5-day release. 1) today, i am releasing part 1, with the contents of it detailed in the description portion above. 2) tomorrow, i will release the 2nd part. 3) in 2 days, i will release the 3rd part. 4) in 3 days, i will release the 4th part. 5) in 4 days, will release the whole video, which will be discounted for your patience!