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The Alison Miller - Midnight Poot Stop Patrol: Silent But Stinky — PART 1

Midnight Poot Stop Patrol: Silent But Stinky — PART 1


As the night shift security guard at the old pizza place, Alison Miller couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy. The eerie vibe of the once-bustling restaurant and its animatronic characters lurked in every shadow. Her blonde hair tied back in a low ponytail swayed with each step as she moved down the dark, carpeted hallway, her footfalls echoing softly. Armed with only a flashlight and the standard-issue uniform, she was determined to maintain order.

But something else was brewing inside her—something much more pressing than any intruder. Alison's belly was bloated with gas, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. The pain of holding it in was almost as intense as the heat radiating from her swollen midsection. This wasn't just any gas though; it was rich, burbling, fermented air-funk that had been cooking inside her all day.

Desperate for relief, Alison stumbled into the old performance room, flooded with light, and headed straight for the curtain at the far end. She knew just what she needed: her little secret weapon, a bench she had stashed away for emergencies like this. Her own personal poot stop.

With a sigh of relief, she lowered herself down onto the bench, feeling the glass cool under her butt. Suddenly, she realized there was a view underneath too—not that she would have noticed anyone hiding there. She was too focused on not bursting.

The first blast slipped free with a hiss and a flutter, followed by a thicker one that vibrated against the seat. Alison closed her eyes, surrendering to the sweet release of gas. It stank, ripe and baked, like eggs sautéed in old garlic and trapped in a sauna. She giggled, waving a hand near her face, feeling the fumes escape.

Forget the intruder. The real crisis was the storm brewing in her. And tonight, she was determined to let it all out.

The Alison Miller - Midnight Poot Stop Patrol: Silent But Stinky — PART 1

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