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As a teen girl (14), this has to be the most embarrassing fart story ever. This happened during school. Our class had a fan/air conditioner thing that sucked in air from below and shot it out form the top, making the whole room cooler. This day was hot, so the air conditioner was on. I still don't know what exactly, but throughout the whole day, i had the worst stomach pain from holding in gas. I also knew that it was going to smell really bad from the searing pain. During the last period, i was the only one sitting in the back row, directly under the air-con. Towards the end of class, the pain became too much and i lent over to my left and let the fart out. Luckily for me, it was silent. However, the smell was so bad it nearly made my eyes water, and made me gag. What i didn't realise is that the air-con was sucking my fart up and spreading it around the whole class. After around 2 minutes, I had managed to clear out the class and we had a early finish for that day :D
I fart in my closed hand and inhalte my scent afterwards. I like it and I won't stop doing that.
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I planned to take this to my grave and so this is as far as I'm willing to go with telling anyone what happened. So, I'm pretty sure it was near the end of 6th grade. My stomach had been bothering me all morning long but I kept ignoring it because I thought it would go away eventually. Unfortunately, that's not what happened. I was in my 3rd period class, sitting in the back row (about 5 rows) in front of the windows. I felt a fart coming on and I sat there for a few moments before deciding it felt like a silent one. Then I let it go. Before I continue, I would just like to emphasize how much I regret this decision. I would actually kill for a chance to go back in time and stop myself from doing this. I'm not even joking. Anyways...So, a few seconds passed and there was no smell or sound and I almost sighed in relief. But then it happened. The smell came. My teacher froze for a moment, quickly raising a hand to plug his nose. My TEACHER of all people. All around me other students began sputtering (not as a joke, they were serious.) and choking. I wanted to die. I considered stabbing myself in the heart with my pencil. Deciding that would only show I was the culprit, I suffered through minutes of other students accusing everyone else of doing it while half the class raised their hands to ask if they could leave the classroom. The room was filled with the foul, putrid smell. I can't do the smell justice. Imagine being in a room with someone who wasn't showered in 30 years and then amplify that by 50. It was like 100 skunks had just sprayed the room and then died. It was a corrupt, rancid, rotten smell. Back to the class though.. Someone finally went "It started in the back row!" and that was it. I was done for. I was sure I would be caught as the one who did it. I was starting to wonder how I would explain to my mom why I needed to change schools and change my name. But the world must have spared mercy on my soul, because at the time everyone in my school believed the "girls can't fart" thing. I was the only girl in the back row, and no one batted an eye at me. Then, my teacher finally spoke up and told us we were going to go outside for awhile. Classmates who I had never seen run before (we had recess at my middle school everyday) bolted for the fresh, pure air of the outside world. We spent 20 minutes outside before going back inside. At the end of class, my teacher laughed and said, "I feel really bad for the person who committed the crime. They'll never live that down." He was right. I'll never live that down. I'm in high school now (same school) and sometimes someone will bring it up in class and either laugh or grimace. There is no in between. You either remember it with a smile and laugh or cold dead eyes and a pained look. My friends will sometimes ask me about if I know who it was(they were in the class) and I just laugh and say "I'm not entirely sure any human could make something that awful. I'm pretty sure something died outside the window." but inside I am dying every time I say that. That was the worst day of my entire life, and I've had toilets overflow on me in public, my swimsuit come off in a pool, fall on my face after dropping from a 20 foot zipline into water, and accidentally stolen food worth 40$. Now that I list that stuff off, they seem so small in comparison to what happened on that bedeviled, cursed day. I will never forget this. Ever.
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