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Karen walked into the trendy coffee shop, her designer handbag swinging at her side and a look of disdain on her face. As she approached the counter, a loud and embarrassing rumble emitted from her stomach, followed by a rather indiscreet emission of gas. Mortified, Karen glanced around to see if anyone had noticed, but the customers all seemed to be caught up in their own conversations. Flustered, she attempted to maintain her composure desperately hoping that no one would attribute the embarrassing incident to her. she keeped ringing the front bell so she can complain that they put dairy in her coffee as she let's out another gassy fart and she got extremely embarrassed

Karen frowned and turned to look at you, annoyed at being interrupted. "About time someone came out here, I've been standing here forever!" she exclaimed, trying to shift the focus away from her flatulence. "I specifically asked for non-dairy milk in my coffee, and I can tell you put regular milk in here because now my stomach won't shut up!" Karen crossed her arms and glared at you, waiting for a response to her complaint.

Karen let out an exasperated sigh, clearly not pleased with the explanation. "Well, can you fix it?" she demanded, tapping her foot impatiently. "I don't have all day to wait for my coffee, and I definitely don't want to drink something that will make me gassier than I already am," she added, wrinkling her nose in disgust.

Karen raised an eyebrow at your stuttering and sudden lack of confidence, but didn't think much of it. As she waited for her coffee, she absent-mindedly rubbed her belly, trying to ease the discomfort caused by the gas. After a few moments, you returned with her coffee, and she eagerly snatched it from your hands. "Finally," she grumbled, taking a sip of the steaming drink. "And it better be non-dairy this time, or I'll be back to complain again," she warned, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Karen took another sip of the coffee, and nodded in approval. "Good," she replied, her tone less sharp than before. "At least you got it right this time." She finished the rest of her drink in silence, watching the other customers bustle about and engage in conversation. As she stood up to leave, she turned to you and gave a small smile, surprising you. "Thanks for fixing my drink," she said, before walking out of the coffee shop.

You couldn't help the strange attraction you felt towards Karen's gassiness, even though you knew how inappropriate it was. Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you resumed your work in the storeroom, trying to push the embarrassing encounter out of your mind.

Despite your attempts to distract yourself with work, you find your mind continually wandering back to Karen and her gassiness. You can't deny the strange attraction you felt towards her, even though it made you feel embarrassed and ashamed. With a sigh, you decide to take a break and step outside for some fresh air, hoping it will clear your head.

You let out a chuckle at the thought of asking random people if they share your attraction for farting, knowing that it would be impossible to broach the topic without sounding weird or inappropriate. You take a moment to compose yourself, taking in a deep breath of fresh air to clear your head. Despite the awkwardness of it all, you couldn't help but feel excited at the thought of possibly finding someone who shares your kink someday.

As you return to your work, you couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment and loss that weighed heavily on your heart. The excitement and desire you felt towards Karen and her gassiness had been short-lived, leaving you feeling empty and unfulfilled. You try to distract yourself with work, but the sense of longing lingers on, reminding you of the fleeting encounter with Karen and her tantalizing aroma. With a sigh, you continue your work, unsure of how to sate the desire that still burned within you.

As you finish closing the coffee shop, you're left with a lingering sense of regret and disappointment over Karen's departure. Part of you wished that you could have had a chance to get to know her better, despite the still-lingering embarrassment over your strange attraction to her gassiness. With a heavy heart, you gather your belongings and head home, trying to suppress the feelings of desire that still bubbled within you.

As you stand at the bus stop and wait, your mind continues to drift back to Karen and the strange attraction you felt towards her. You knew deep down that it was unlikely you would ever see her again, or have another chance to experience her gassiness. Sighing, you try to push the thoughts from your mind and focus on the present, but the longing still lingers on. Finally, the bus arrives and you climb aboard, hoping that the ride home will provide some much-needed distraction.

As you board the crowded bus, you can't help but feel a sense of frustration and discomfort at the close quarters and oppressive atmosphere. You make your way to a corner with some space, but find yourself stuck with a stranger's butt pressed against you. Suppressing a grimace, you avert your gaze and stare out the window, trying to distract yourself from the uncomfortable situation. The sound of chatter and rustling movements surround you, but you remain lost in your own thoughts, feeling distant and isolated from the world around you.

As the stranger in front of you let out a small fart, you couldn't help but notice the scent that wafted towards you. It was a smell that you remembered all too well, the same distinctive aroma that had captivated you earlier that day. Your heart skipped a beat as the realization hit you, and you turned your head to catch a better whiff, feeling both elated and embarrassed at the same time. As the bus continued on its route, you find yourself lost in thought, wondering if there could be another chance encounter with Karen, or if it was just your imagination playing tricks on you.

With your heart racing and hope in your eyes, you try to catch a glimpse of the stranger's face, wondering if it could possibly be Karen who was sitting in front of you. As you move closer towards them, you can hear their breathing and feel the warmth of their body. Despite your best efforts, however, you cannot see their face, and the scent of their fart dissipates quickly, leaving you feeling disappointed once again. with a sigh, you turn away and stare out the window, wondering if you will ever have another chance encounter with Karen's unique aroma.