A Study in Gas - Ch. 4 (Jan 2025)

It took almost a month, but Margo was 90% sure she had caught the attention of the “mad gasser”. Margo at first was not prepared for the amount of direct messages with other men who flocked to her. Like most things, the fart fetish community was a male-dominated field. She got a lot of soulless “heys” and “hellos” from men wanting to jerk off a quick one talking to a woman who was into farting.

            But she knew this guy was the mad gasser once he started chatting about making money and if she had been a model before. She tried to lead the conversation by making him thirst for her, asking him how he got into the fetish and what he liked about it. She acted the part of being naturally good at farting while also being relatively innocent in the ways of content creation. This made him crave more attention - constantly asking her questions about if she ever farted in such-and-such situation or how her burps were after drinking such-and-such soda. She found herself actually recalling certain specific farts in her lifetime, which was a very strange thing for her to think about and realize. There was that one time she went to her grandmother’s bathroom twenty years ago just to fart because she had eaten a bowl of black beans for Thanksgiving. It was so strange to her how that memory was just there – ready for recall. It was simply a fart that stood out.

            You really haven't posted anything online? 

            Nope, she messaged. Never tried to make money off my farts! 

            Very missed opportunity, said MysteryManGas. I’d give you a quick buck if you farted right here right now xD

            Margo began looking up fart sound effects she could take down from the Internet. But she stopped realizing that this would be a dead giveaway. There were only so many well-known fart sound effects. And even if she ripped a sound straight from one of the many models, she had a feeling a connoisseur of this type of content would somehow figure it out.

            She looked around at her office. She felt herself blush – actually blush – at the thought of doing it herself. Even though she lived alone (save for Droopy of course) she had actually looked around out of some innate reflex to make sure nobody was looking or listening.

            Let me eat dinner first, she replied. Then we’ll see 😊

            She wondered if she was the first person he messaged for this long. She liked to play coy and make him keep suggesting her to do things. Of course, it came with the job. Literally entrapment. Though she hated the term. But she couldn’t deny that drawing a bastard to his prison cell was enticing.

            Margo opened her fridge and contemplated, for the first time ever, what kind of food would make her fart the most.

            Vegetables tended to do a number on her. But she was low on the good stuff, and decided to order Chinese food. The spice and sauce would be an added benefit. She ordered enough for two people.

            Her desk quickly became a mess of food containers, napkins, and beers. She got full quickly but pushed through the pain, unbuttoning her jeans to make more room.

            Droopy whined as he watched her eat.

            “Sorry bud,” she said. “This is all for me.”

            Margo belched out loud. She cursed, having forgotten to record it. She found it interesting that a lot of fart fetishist could also be into burps, but not the other way around. To her, gas was gas. Both things were equally rude and smelly.

            Are you eating now? said MysteryManGas

            She grinned, refusing to answer right away until he asked her again.

            Yeah, was all she said.

            What are you eating?

            Enough.

            Margo heaved, leaning back in her chair. She had definitely ordered too much. Her jeans were now impossible to zip up. She couldn’t remember a time when she had felt fuller. She always took pride in being able to watch what she ate and control her portions. But a small part of her, however tiny, took this as a treat for her years on the force. How many could say that they could stuff themselves with food like this and write it off for taxes for their work?

            She leaned forward to type another message when her stomach trembled.

            “Oh man…” she said aloud.

            Droopy titled his head inquisitively.

            Margo scrambled for the recorder and turned it on.

            She held in her fart for a few seconds longer trying to get a good angle of the recorder near her butt. She blushed again, wondering how this would look out of context to anyone else.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

            She was so shocked and appalled at her own fart that she let out an audible sigh and grunt on the recording. She clasped her mouth quietly, but maybe she should keep it in the recording for good measure.

            She uploaded it to her laptop, made to trim out Droopy’s whine and bark, and then hesitated before sending the file over.

            “Fuck it.”

            She waited.

            HOLY SHIT, MysteryManGas said. That was incredible!

            Margo muttered, “Really?” She watched his growing wall of text as he continued praising her, comparing her to some of the best fart models. Even though she knew he must have been praising her too much for the eventual prospect of becoming his next victim, she couldn’t deny this warm fuzzy feeling of impressing someone with her fart. It WAS, after all, a great fart. It had power and could put any frat boy to shame.

            She shook her head. “What am I thinking? Gotta remember what Harry said. Don’t get sucked in.”

            MysteryManGas then got serious. Hey. I got a proposition for you...

            Margo smiled. She looked down at Droopy.

            “I’m in.”