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Patreon Prompt 584
🕑 Added 2024-06-03 23:11:54 +0000 UTCPrompt: An audio message to potential survivors of an apocalyptic war from a pampered rich young lady, who has survived in a nuke shelter but finds her stockpiled food contaminated by a spiteful supplier. She is now in dire straits with a steadily increasing weight and chronic gassiness.
Descending into the cellar, Victor spotted a bulk iron door. Looking at the dust resting on it, he had to assume that it had been sealed for a few years at least. As he looked for some way to open it up, he spotted an intercom on the side. Stepping up to press the button, he stepped back at the sound of a reverberating fart piercing through.
“Hello? Is someone BWOOOOORRRPPP out there?” a husky, female voice asked. “I need your help. When I heard about the UUUURRPP bombs dropping, I quickly got into my shelter. While my wealth provided me with plenty of OUUUUUURRRPPP supplies, the person selling them to me was quite UUUUUURRPPP underhanded.”
The audio crackled as another fart came bursting out that was loud enough to be heard from behind the metal. “As I ate, my slim body gradually became a massive blob of fat. Even worse, my flabby form unleashes BWOOOOOOORRPPP gas at every slight movement. My nostrils have gone OOOOUUUURRPP numb to the smell, but I imagine it must be atrocious. I know that the outside world is likely UUUUUURRRPP irradiated, but do you think you could find something that could settle my stomach?”
In the wake of a barrage of burps and farts echoing out, Victor tried to think. The first obstacle was figuring out how to open up the door to unleash the obese, slobby woman in the shelter. The second would be trying to figure out the best way to explain to her that the bombs had been a false alarm.
