Normally, I have constipation many times.
Sometimes, I shit only once a month. That’s why my farts are
super strong and foul smelling and I’m about to be a pervert because I like to
walk around in a book store to only look at some books not to buy and many
times while I’m happy to look at them, I will feel like I wanna shit. I don’t
know why. But with the environment of the book store, I often keep my shit
inside and keep walking around in the book store.
Keeping shit inside makes me want to let the gas out of my
ass. When I know that I’m gonna fart, I will walk to a corner free of people
and let it out peacefully. Then, within a second that area will be full of my
fart smell which had stayed in my shit for a long time.
Many times, I farted in the book store and some lucky people
came to that area where I just farted. I ran away quickly. Then, I heard that
people were suffocating and swearing “shit”.
Sometimes, I could run away in time. I saw the moment some
people were coming and stunning immediately and they ran away quickly.
When I look at some books until I’m pleasured, I will go to
a toilet to let it (shit) out but I kept it too long so I couldn’t let it out
and must continue to keep it with me.
Sometimes, I farted in a clothes shop, I chose to keep the
smell and sound by placing my ass near the clothes and gradually farted
quietly.
Once, I felt so guilty.
Because once I was in a library of the university with my
friend. While he went to a toilet, I was waiting for him at Lost and Found desk
and looked at the stuff. I found an interesting English sheet and tried to read
it. Then, I farted again. Within a few seconds, my friend came out of the
toilet and was heading towards me. He wanted to read that sheet as well. While
he was reading it, I saw his face gradually changed like he was gonna throw up.
He told me he could smell something. I said it might be a smell of that sheet.
It seemed he agreed with it.
I felt sorry for him so much so I brought him to stay away
from that area quickly and left the exact answer there.
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