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this religiously every single day, but even better, the restroom she used was a smaller restroom which only had three or four stalls in it, and it was situated in a weird corner of the building the other employees didn't frequent. Reflecting on his brilliant master plan, Rick walked back to his desk to IM Nancy. As he took his seat and unlocked his computer, Cathy's broad face appeared over him once again on his left.
“I hope you didn't get in trouble for being late,” she whispered, and Rick honestly just wanted to stand up and punch her in her fat face.
“No,” he honestly answered her. “Tanner needs me to help someone on Nancy's team who is having problems with her computer.”
“Oh, you're always good with that,” Cathy quietly encouraged. “Oh, by the way, that hot sauce is great! I had just a tad bit of it with my sandwich, just to try it out.”
“Help yourself to as much as you'd like,” Rick dismissively told her as he typed a message to Nancy on the instant messenger.
While the hot sauce revenge clearly wasn't going to work now, Rick realized he still had to do something to get back at her before he won the lotto and blew out of there. Suddenly thinking of his neighbor's little fluffy dogs, Rick wondered if he went down to the dog park and picked up a little, brown treat off the ground, and then stuck it into one of her hoagies sandwiches when she wasn't looking...?
The next second and as he was waiting for a response from Nancy on his IM, Rick heard what sounded like a suppressed trumpet being blown under mountains of pillows for just a split second from his left, and he knew exactly what that sound was and where it originated from. On cue, Cathy suddenly dropped down into her cubicle like a World War Two submarine abruptly diving below the oceans waves to avoid Nazi warplanes, and the next second, he saw only her plump fingers rise up from her cube and light the scented candle between their two cubicles. He knew that the horrendous odor of her smothered fart was likely only seconds away from invading his clear airspace and grossing him completely out.
Far worse than that though, Rick started imagining the passage of her fart through her congested colon packed with mounds of shit, and he could imagine it squeezing between the remains of many foot-long hoagie sandwiches and then blowing out between her two massive asscheeks, which acted to suppress the concussive blast like a silencer on a gun. Seeing her massive, pitted ass in his mind, Rick cringed and wondered to himself just how on Earth she could honestly wipe her own ass after shitting at all because she was so fat. This line of thought immediately led him down an even darker road though, as he imagine the fart pass through the unwiped slimy residue around her butthole, which would then make it pick up traces of her shit as it thundered past. Holding his breath, Rick shook his head and was happy the next second when he saw Nancy respond on his IM, telling him that she was free and to head over to her cube at his earliest convenience.
Escaping from the poisonous gas cloud, which he imagined enveloping the area around his cubicle like blinding mustard gas, Rick departed to help the person on Nancy's team and then lost himself for the next couple hours in trying to play catch-up on his titanic workload. Rick had half-a-dozen calls from his clients to get back to and the emails just kept pouring in nonstop all day long. For the next few hours of the day, the titan in his pants slumbered as his thoughts were all about accomplishing his work-related tasks as quickly as possible, so that he wouldn't be backlogged for the next day. Even though he planned to have Jizzy wish him the next lotto winner that night, Rick still felt a firm sense of responsibility, and he wanted his exit from the company to happen the right way.
After getting some food delivered from the deli, Rick even stayed at his desk during lunch
“I hope you didn't get in trouble for being late,” she whispered, and Rick honestly just wanted to stand up and punch her in her fat face.
“No,” he honestly answered her. “Tanner needs me to help someone on Nancy's team who is having problems with her computer.”
“Oh, you're always good with that,” Cathy quietly encouraged. “Oh, by the way, that hot sauce is great! I had just a tad bit of it with my sandwich, just to try it out.”
“Help yourself to as much as you'd like,” Rick dismissively told her as he typed a message to Nancy on the instant messenger.
While the hot sauce revenge clearly wasn't going to work now, Rick realized he still had to do something to get back at her before he won the lotto and blew out of there. Suddenly thinking of his neighbor's little fluffy dogs, Rick wondered if he went down to the dog park and picked up a little, brown treat off the ground, and then stuck it into one of her hoagies sandwiches when she wasn't looking...?
The next second and as he was waiting for a response from Nancy on his IM, Rick heard what sounded like a suppressed trumpet being blown under mountains of pillows for just a split second from his left, and he knew exactly what that sound was and where it originated from. On cue, Cathy suddenly dropped down into her cubicle like a World War Two submarine abruptly diving below the oceans waves to avoid Nazi warplanes, and the next second, he saw only her plump fingers rise up from her cube and light the scented candle between their two cubicles. He knew that the horrendous odor of her smothered fart was likely only seconds away from invading his clear airspace and grossing him completely out.
Far worse than that though, Rick started imagining the passage of her fart through her congested colon packed with mounds of shit, and he could imagine it squeezing between the remains of many foot-long hoagie sandwiches and then blowing out between her two massive asscheeks, which acted to suppress the concussive blast like a silencer on a gun. Seeing her massive, pitted ass in his mind, Rick cringed and wondered to himself just how on Earth she could honestly wipe her own ass after shitting at all because she was so fat. This line of thought immediately led him down an even darker road though, as he imagine the fart pass through the unwiped slimy residue around her butthole, which would then make it pick up traces of her shit as it thundered past. Holding his breath, Rick shook his head and was happy the next second when he saw Nancy respond on his IM, telling him that she was free and to head over to her cube at his earliest convenience.
Escaping from the poisonous gas cloud, which he imagined enveloping the area around his cubicle like blinding mustard gas, Rick departed to help the person on Nancy's team and then lost himself for the next couple hours in trying to play catch-up on his titanic workload. Rick had half-a-dozen calls from his clients to get back to and the emails just kept pouring in nonstop all day long. For the next few hours of the day, the titan in his pants slumbered as his thoughts were all about accomplishing his work-related tasks as quickly as possible, so that he wouldn't be backlogged for the next day. Even though he planned to have Jizzy wish him the next lotto winner that night, Rick still felt a firm sense of responsibility, and he wanted his exit from the company to happen the right way.
After getting some food delivered from the deli, Rick even stayed at his desk during lunch
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