Scott was standing against the wall at Julie's party, drinking a cup of Coca-Cola zero, getting bored and lonely. He had a lot of garlic bread earlier, and drinking a fizzy drink didn't help at all, as his stomach started to gurgle a lot, feeling his guts working up. He started to feel a hit of pain in his bowels, and tried to take it upon him, wincing.

"Gosh, I shouldn't eat garlic bread three times a day... I hope I can hold back a bit longer before leaving..."

"Yeah, but you know how it is... The food here are so good and all..." Scott moaned as he burped softly from the effort of holding back his stomach gurgles. "Hey, do you want to watch me fart? It might help your craving..." He said sheepishly, giving the other guy a puppy dog look with his big eyes. Scott wasn't used to confessing about his rather embarrassing habit, but he figured it wouldn't hurt to ask since they were friends... Or at least acquaintances.

His face went beet red, and he shuffled his feet awkwardly. "W-well, I mean... If you want to see? It's kinda my thing..." He muttered sheepishly. "But only if you really want to..." Scott was surprised at himself for even suggesting it; usually he'd keep this side of him hidden away from the world. But there was something about this guy that made him feel comfortable enough to share... Or maybe it was just the alcohol talking.

Scott smiled shyly, relieved that he didn't have to keep his secret any longer. He took a deep breath and leaned down slightly, making sure to aim himself correctly. "Alright... Just don't tell anyone else about this, okay? It's kind of my dirty little..." -He paused for dramatic effect- "...secret." And with that, he let loose a long, loud fart that echoed through the room and had even him coughing in surprise. He grinned sheepishly up at his friend, red-faced and proud of himself despite knowing how embarrassing it all was.

Scott looked at the other guy, puzzled by his request. "Um, okay..." he said slowly, tilting his head in confusion. With another deep breath, he let loose a second fart into the balloon that was held out for him. The sound it made as it entered the thin rubber surface was oddly satisfying to his ears. "There you go," he said with a grin, handing back the now rather smelly balloon to its owner. "That should be good luck or something."

That's up to you, but be warned: the smell might get a bit strong if you do pop it! Maybe just hold onto it for now and cherish the farty goodness until later? Or give it to someone else as a weird kind of gift... Whatever floats your boat, I guess. He chuckled nervously, glancing around the room to see if anyone else had noticed their little exchange.

"So, uh, want another one or something?" he offered sheepishly, feeling himself beginning to gurgle once more from the pressure in his gut.

"Well, to be honest," Scott said with a giggle, "I'm kinda always gassy... It's just how my body works. But I can try to hold it in if you want?" He raised an eyebrow playfully, feeling the urge to fart bubbling up inside of him once more. Maybe this new friend would understand and appreciate his... unique talents?

One hour... that seemed like a long time, but he supposed he could try. With a determined grunt, Scott took a deep breath and concentrated on keeping his gases trapped inside. It wasn't easy - garlic bread had always been one of his favorite foods, after all - but he did his best to hold it in while they continued to chat. The minutes ticked by slowly as his stomach growled loudly in protest and he squirmed uncomfortably against the wall.

One hour passed, and with a relieved sigh Scott finally allowed himself to fart once more. It came out loudly and with enough force to push him forward slightly against the wall; he grinned sheepishly at his new friend in apology as another long, rumbling fart filled the room.

"Well... There you go," he said with a chuckle, wincing from the sting of air that shot past his sphincter after such a forceful release. "Guess I should've just farted when you asked for it earlier..."

But then another idea occurred to him: what if they could make this into some kind of game? Maybe see who could hold their farts the longest, or who could make the loudest or smelliest one? It might be fun, and it would definitely keep them entertained for a while...

A game huh... Well, that sounds kinda interesting actually. Scott thought about it for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Alright, you're on. How should we keep track though? A stopwatch or something?" He looked at the other guy expectantly, wondering how this little game would play out. Maybe they could even find more people to join in and make it into some kind of farting contest... Now that sounded like fun!

I have a phone with me, we could just time it manually on the stopwatch app. Everyone would agree to start at the same moment and see who can hold their fart the longest without releasing any sound or odor. Maybe even make some rules about cheating or giving yourself relief like... rubbing your stomach really hard or something? That should make it interesting!

Alright, let's start the stopwatch now. Everyone ready? On three... One... Two... Three! Beginning now!

Hm, this is harder than it looks... Every fiber of his being was screaming for release as the pressure in his gut built up. He started to shift around awkwardly, trying not to make any noise but fearing he was failing miserably. His face turned red and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead as the minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly... But he wouldn't give up! If anyone could beat him at this game, it would take someone truly special.

"Ugh, how long do you think we can hold out for?" He grunted through gritted teeth, still not wanting to reveal his secret talent or embarrass himself any further than he already had. His stomach was really starting to hurt now... Maybe it was time for a little relief? Nah, he couldn't cheat! He would power through until the end.

"I'm not sure, man... You're really good at this!" The other guy said with a hint of admiration in his voice. "It must be that garlic bread you keep eating." Scott chuckled weakly, the movement causing another small burst of air to escape him in a tiny fart. He winced and hoped nobody else had heard that one... But really, it felt like he couldn't hold back much longer. His stomach was on fire!

"How are you feeling over there?" He asked, mostly to distract himself from the growing discomfort in his own gut.

That's good to hear, man... Just hang in there a little longer. It won't be much longer now. You can do it! And remember, no cheating or you lose by default! Don't want someone else taking my hard-earned cash just because they couldn't resist the urge to let one rip early, right? Right? he added with a nervous chuckle, more air escaping him in another tiny fart.

His face was now beet red and sweat was pouring down his forehead. He shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably, praying that the time would hurry up but knowing it wouldn't anytime soon. This game was truly excruciating... But also kind of exhilarating in its own strange way. It felt good to finally share this hidden part of himself with someone else, even if it was just a little silly contest at a party

Hm, maybe they could make a real competition out of this sometime? Like, have people come to watch and judge the best farter or something? There could even be prizes! He thought with a little spark of excitement. But for now, he needed to focus on winning this game... Or at least holding out as long as possible. The pressure in his gut was becoming unbearable... One more minute, that's all he could handle. Maybe two.