Halloween Poppant Poots

>Outside the dark windows jack-o’-lanterns burned with dim lights that flickered in the cold breeze
>But the inside of your home was comfortable and cozy, a low-budget horror movie illuminating the room
>Your mind was less focused on the film, and more on your short girlfriend perched in your lap
>As a poppant she was fairly short, but she wore a pumpkin orange sweater and her trademark extra-wide pants
>She was always carrying around stuff in her pants like they were a backpack, but for tonight she had them stuffed to the brim with a variety of Halloween candy
>A lot more than either of you had planned as she lamented
>”I can’t believe we got so much candy only for a couple kids to show up!”
>She paused to stuff another handful of chocolate and sugar in her mouth, evidently trying to eat the surplus herself
>Figured that she’d be upset when she loved giving gifts so much
>”Come on, you said you wanted to try watching a scary movie to get your mind off of this.”
>You scooped some skittles out of her pants as she leaned back into you
>”You’re right… It’s also nice to snuggle against you tonight…”
>…
>As the unnecessarily long start of the movie plodded forward, you can’t help but hear something
>An unearthly sort of bubbling and gurgling like a monster rising from a frightful swampy lagoon
>Yet the movie is about ghosts
>Little did either of you know you had ordered mostly sugar-free candy
>But she did know for certain a foul force was brewing inside of her like a witch’s cauldron
>The pile of sweets she had unconsciously guzzled watching the movie was being twisted into a mountain of gas
>One that she couldn’t hold forever
>Unable to wait any longer she tried to sneak a little silent relief
>But as you quietly fumbled in the dark for a kitkat, you could feel the candy shift as she leaned slightly
>Loud and whining with restrained pressure, her short poot was incredibly loud like a deflating balloon
>You could feel the raunchy air gush through the candy and into your nose, creating an acrid aroma with subtle sweetness overshadowed by a bitter earthy funk
>Her large ears raised in surprise as the raucous fart ended
>”Sorry! That was an accident…”
>You simply leaned down and planted a kiss at the top of her head
>”It’s fine, you can be as comfortable as you want around m-”
>You’re cut off as a musical sting and flashing lights accompany the first murder of the film
>Your girlfriend’s deep red eyes go wide as she screams
>While her shriek was short lived, the beast of flatulence her burst of fear unleashed was just getting started
>Loud and roaring out of her dark ass with a reverberating rumble against the confines of her pants and the candy all around it, you could feel the vibrations in your lap as the suckers and wrapped candies shook violently
>A few M&Ms were caught in the geyser of cloyingly sweet fumes and flew straight out of her pants as the wicked fog flowing from her bowels barreled through to taint the open air
>After five seconds of feeling this monstrous fart howl out of her, she could only let her ears slump in shameful relief, it was too late to even try cutting this one off
>Finishing on a crescendo of cacophonous exhaust after the longest nine seconds of your life, she sighed deeply from the shameful bliss after getting that out of her system
>You were just stunned she could hold that much gas in her, hell she might have even felt lighter in your lap now
>Slowly she spoke up
>”Uh, I guess you might not want that candy anymore…”
>Even if your nostrils were currently being assaulted by malodorous spoiled milk chocolate from the grave, you still smiled
>”It’s fine…really…”
>You had to lean in and whisper the next part
>”Actually… that was kinda hot.”
>She looked embarrassed by your remark, but after a watery gurgle from her stomach she wore a mischievous grin through her heavy blush
>You watched her lean a hand back and dig it deep in the candy before cupping it around her rear
>Low and muffled like a subwoofer, she jettisoned her latest batch of torturously thick flatulence into her clenched hand
>Smiling with relief, she brought the clenched hand to your face and opened it under your nose
>The plume of noxious holiday treats clouded your mind with its intensity, but you managed to accept the oddly warm bits of chocolate she had bathed in her vile vapors
>”…I think I’ll be able to give you a lot of gifts like this tonight.”
>You were unsure if this classified as a trick or a treat, but you eagerly gripped her tighter against you
>The candy tasted absolutely foul in the best way and you gently rubbed her dreadfully bloated stomached as it churned out more nightmarish gas
>This was going to be the best Halloween night in years for both of you