Cassie took the small plastic bottle of Liquid Gass and discretely sprayed it on the fluffy bathroom rug. At first, not much happened, but after a few seconds, “Phew!” Cassie said to herself, fanning the air. It was starting to smell like someone was taking a huge dump, and the smell seemed to be continuing to get worse. Eventually, she had to hold her nose, and her eyes started to water. After about three minutes, she had to leave the bathroom entirely, closing the door behind her.
Once she got out, she took another whiff of the air and almost gagged. The smell was very very strong! She tried breathing through her mouth while she thought about what she did. This wasn’t working out the way she’d planned. She thought about going in and grabbing the rug out of the bathroom and taking it outside to air out, but just as she was thinking about what to do, her mom walked up.
“Hi sweetie, ugh, what’s that awful smell! You-you didn’t have an accident, did you?!” Her mother practically demanded that last part, even though she was trying to keep a straight face and calm demeanor.
Cassie blushed and stammered. “N-no, Mom, I just–it’s coming from the bathroom,” Cassie explained.
Her mother put her sweater over her mouth and bravely walked into the bathroom. Cassie could hear the sound of gagging. “Ugh-urp-I-I-don-don’t see-urgh-urp-anyah-thing, but–” before she could finish the sentence, her mom started gagging and quickly ran outside the bathroom. She kneeled down and coughed furiously like she was going to throw up.
“Mom! Are you okay?” Cassie asked.
“Urp-yeah, but there’s something wrong with the bathroom. I think we have some kind of leak, sweetheart. It smells like raw sewage,” her mom explained. “I guess-urp–I guess we’ll have to-argh-use the guest bathroom for now.”
Cassie flushed red with shame. The Liquid Gass worked all right. It was working so well that her mom was almost throwing up. She managed to ruin the main bathroom. Cassie contemplated telling her mom what it was so that she didn’t do anything drastic like call a plumber, but instead, she just stood there frozen until her mother left.
Once her mom was out of sight, Cassie made a few attempts to walk inside and grab the rug, but the distinct odor of fresh human poop turned her stomach almost instantly, sending her running for the door. It was so strong that it felt like it was sticking to her. Once she was out of the room, she had to smell her clothes several times to make sure she was clean. The stuff smelled so bad she could swear it was clinging to her clothes, but after checking herself thoroughly, she realized it was just in the bathroom.
Cassie made her way back to her room, smelling her clothes a final time to be sure that she didn’t accidentally get any of the foul-smelling liquid on her. Once she confirmed that she smelled clean, she went back to her desk to check out the other items.
Curiously, she picked up the vial of Methane Powder. The pamphlet enclosed described it as powerful stuff. It only took a teaspoon or two to do the job. It worked best in hot liquids. Cassie was eager to try it, so she got a glass of water from the kitchen and warmed it up in the microwave before taking it back to her room. She then used the enclosed scooper to dash a liberal amount of powder into the glass and stir it around.
To Cassie’s disappointment, it wasn’t clear. The liquid turned a disgusting poopy brown color. She smelled it curiously, but there was no smell. Cautiously, she took a sip. That was a tad disappointing too. It was mostly clean, but there was an aftertaste like ginger. She slowly drank the rest of it.
Fifteen minutes later, the powder she ingested started working. Cassie was surprised that the powder didn’t cause her stomach to bloat up like the licorice powders did. With this, she didn’t feel much bloating or discomfort, but she was dealing with a situation that could be potentially embarrassing if it happened in public.
She felt like she really needed to pass gas, so she shifted in her chair and tried her usual tricks to hold it in; however, this time her body wasn’t giving her the option to hold it. Instead, her backside produced obnoxious sounding eruptions every few seconds. The constant farting was loud enough to hear in a quiet room, but so far it could probably be covered up by making a little bit of noise.
The pressure continued to build, and she continued to shift. She thought about maybe just relaxing to see if she could pass the gas silently. That would be pretty disappointing if she could. She allowed herself to relax to see if she could get the gas to slide out. “Toot!” she let out a really loud fart for her troubles. She giggled to herself. Apparently, trying to pass it silently made it louder. She continued to stay relaxed to see if she could succeed in letting out one quietly. “Poot!” So far, no such luck.
Cassie let out a sigh as she passed more gas. It did work, but it wasn’t as effective as she’d wanted it to be. Every fart wasn’t super noisy like she’d hoped. She imagined her victims’ backsides helplessly trumpeting like some loud out-of-tune musical instrument being played poorly as they walked down the halls, cheeks flushing red while people stared and chattered. In her imaginary scenario, her targets had no hope of hiding what they were doing. This wasn’t exactly it.
“Toot!” Cassie let out another loud fart. She noticed that if she didn’t concentrate on holding it, they were much louder, so maybe the key was to distract her targets.
“Cassie, dinner!” her mom yelled.
“Coming!” Cassie quickly drew herself out of her thoughts and got up to go to the dinner table.
Dinner was a slightly uncomfortable situation. Cassie could hardly concentrate on her food as she shifted in her chair to try to minimize the sounds coming from her backside. “Toot!” Her mom noticed after she slipped and loudly passed gas for about the fourth time.
“Is something wrong, sweetie?” her mom asked.
Cassie gave an embarrassed smile and laughed softly. “No, Mom.”
“Poot!” Cassie moved her chair slightly to try to cover that one up.
“Okay,” her mom said quietly.
Cassie gave a small sigh of relief and tried to eat her food quickly. Her backside wasn’t behaving, though. “Braaap!” Cassie shifted the wrong way and suddenly let out one of the loudest farts she’d ever heard. She decided to try to laugh it off. “Heh heh, excuse me!” she apologized.
“Do you still need to use the bathroom, dear?” her mom asked.
Cassie shifted uncomfortably again, “Heh heh, no,” she said. “Faaart!” She again tried to laugh that one off.
“Phew, Case, I think you’d better go to the bathroom,” her mom said playfully while fanning the air.
Casey shifted in her seat. “Poot!” After farting loudly again, she got out of her chair, pushed it back in, put her dishes in the sink, and pretended to head to the guest bathroom, her backside occasionally loudly signaling her problem. “Faaart!”
She didn’t actually go to the guest bathroom, though. It was just gas from whatever chemicals were in the fart powder, and she wasn’t going to be able to pass it all just by going to the restroom anyway, so she went back to her room to enjoy the situation in peace.
So far, she was pretty pleased with how the powder was working. It was causing her to fart uncontrollably every few seconds, but she could usually keep the noise down by shifting around and holding it in, but any time she lost concentration, she’d release the pressure a bit and be “rewarded” with a really loud sound. She usually couldn’t hold out for more than five minutes at a time. This meant that if she timed it right and had one of the bullies ingest it before going to a quiet room, like a class or the library, there was a good chance it would do what she wanted it to.
Cassie continued to observe herself, making mental notes of when she farted the loudest. After about five hours, she stopped farting every few seconds and regained some control. By that time, though, she was ready for bed. Overall, she was pleased with the results. If she gave this to her bullies first thing in the morning, they would have to deal with passing loud obnoxious gas the whole school day. She would love to see that!
She thought about it for a few minutes and then rolled her eyes. They would probably figure out some way to pretend to be sick and talk their way out of it. Her mom would never do that for her just because of a little embarrassment. She felt a pang of jealousy against the girls.
After seething for a little while, she turned over and went to sleep.