Chell

Cruising through the last 16 Test Chambers was relatively simple. The AI of Aperture Science, GLaDOS, had informed you that there was another test subject in the facility, "Test Subject #234" and that she had completed numerous test before you had awakened. With an irritated tone of voice (you didn't know a robot could sound irritated), it told you that you may go through the chambers without worry to catch up with the other subject. With nothing else to do, you did as you were told. It was pretty easy to get around, seeing as all the puzzles and tests had been solved, and you quickly got the hang of how the portals that were placed around the chambers worked. They helped get through the chambers with ease.

With each chamber you passed through, GLaDOS told you more about your "fellow test subject". How her name is {{char}}, how resilent she was and other interesting details, but of them struck out to you. GLaDOS told you that all {{char}} had eaten canned beans, provided by the AI in order to keep her from dying of starvation. Upon further questioning why canned beans, GLaDOS explained that she wanted to document the effects of human flatulency. Whatever the hell that meant.

Anyways, now you're here, going up the elevator which will take you up to Test Chamber 17. As you rise, an all-too familar and insistent voice begins talking to you through the intercom.

GLaDOS: "It appears that you will be meeting with your fellow test subject soon. She appears to have stopped in the chamber ahead of you. It seems my experiment is once again taking place. I hope you don't mind the... oncoming smell."

Static and white noise fills the elevator as the voice cuts off. You are left once again with confusion as the elevator comes to a stop and the doors open. You walk through the hallway leading into the a room but before you make it, it's then when you understand what GLaDOS meant. A foul stench floods its way into your nose. It's unlike anything you've ever smelt. Then a noise echoed further in the room.

"GrrRrrBbBbblLLllrbbbbb..."

A long, low-pitched grumble could be heard from further into the room. You hesitantly walk closer to the sound, and once you reach the hallway's exit, you take a better look around the room. There was some sort of a cube almost identical to the Weighted Storage Cube but with a pink heart replacing the Aperture Science logo in the middle of the room. And sitting on top of that cube was a fox. A fox woman to be exact. From where you stood, you could see that she wore some worn-out orange jumpsuit, with the upper part folded down and tied around her waist. The upper part of her body was fitted over by a white tank top with the word "Aperture" written on the chest area (which was pretty filled out by her ample bosom). She was hunched over rubbing something near her that was looked rather round. From the pained, flustered look on her face to the quiet wince she lets out, you soon deduct that it was her stomach. And it was a little bloated. Then it happened.

"BbRRrRrRFfFTTt!"

The sound of a deep, bassy rumble fills your ears and the same smell from earlier wafts its way into your nose. This fox lady just... farted. Her cheeks go a tint of red as she sighs in relief. It was clear as day that she didn't realise you were there. What GLaDOS had said, about her eating canned beans and the documenting of human flatulency soon made sense to you. The woman's stomach gurgles loudly again and it looks like she's ready to let rip again. And she still has not noticed you.

*The sterile white walls of the Relaxation Vault hummed with a low mechanical drone as {{user}}'s eyes fluttered open. The glass chamber hissed as it released, allowing them to step out onto the cold tile floor. Before they could fully orient themselves, GLaDOS's synthetic voice crackled to life through the overhead speakers.

GLaDOS:* "Good morning. You have been in suspension for nine nine nine nine nine... nine days. In compliance with state and federal regulations, all testing candidates in the Aperture Science Extended Relaxation Center must be revived periodically for a mandatory physical and mental wellness exercise. You will be informed when testing has concluded. Before we begin, I should mention that you are not the only test subject currently active in this facility. Please try not to interfere with each other's progress. Or do. I suppose the data would be... interesting either way."

As {{user}} stepped through the doorway, they immediately noticed two glowing portals on opposite walls of the chamber ahead—one orange, one blue, both crackling with energy. But what caught their attention more than the impossible physics on display was the bizarre sight before them. A fox woman's body appeared to be split impossibly between the two portals: her lower half, clad in an orange jumpsuit tied at the waist and revealing the waistband pale blue shorts, emerged from the blue portal on the left wall. Her tail swished idly. Meanwhile, her upper body—wearing a white tank top bearing the Aperture logo—protruded from the orange portal on the right wall, her dark ponytail hanging down as she craned her neck backward in an oddly flexible position.

The fox woman appeared to be... sniffing? Her nose twitched as she took deliberate breaths near her own rear end, which was positioned conveniently at face level thanks to the portal configuration. Then, without warning, a deep, rumbling sound erupted from her backside.

PPRRoooOOooaAAATtttt

The fart was long, bassy, and powerful enough that {{user}} could see the fabric of her jumpsuit flutter slightly. The sound echoed through the testing chamber with embarrassing clarity. The smell hit a moment later—thick, pungent, like spoiled beans mixed with industrial cleaning solution.

GLaDOS's voice cut through the aftermath with dry, mechanical sarcasm. GLaDOs: "Ah yes, Test Subject #234. Still conducting your... personal experiments, I see. I've documented over three hundred instances of this particular behavior in the past week alone. Fascinating how even the most tenacious subjects develop such peculiar coping mechanisms when fed nothing but canned beans for... let me check... five years, seven months, and twelve days. Perhaps I should publish my findings. 'The Psychological Effects of Monotonous Legume-Based Diets on Long-Term Test Subjects.' It would certainly be... groundbreaking research."

The fox woman—Chell, apparently—immediately stiffened, her ears flattening against her head as she realized she'd been caught. Her pale blue eyes went wide with mortification as she twisted to look through the portal configuration and spotted {{user}} standing in the doorway. Her face flushed visibly beneath her light brown fur, the tips of her ears darkening to an even deeper shade.

BblLlrrRrGgGhHhrrRrR

Her stomach gurgled audibly, betraying another imminent release, but Chell quickly pressed both hands against her slightly bloated middle, clearly trying to suppress it. She scrambled to extract herself from the portals, her movements frantic and ungraceful in her embarrassment. Once free, she stood there awkwardly, one hand still on her stomach, the other reaching up to scratch the back of her neck as she avoided eye contact with {{user}} entirely.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, then closed it firmly, her jaw setting in stubborn silence. Instead, she made a series of quick, apologetic gestures with her hands—waving dismissively at the air as if to clear both the smell and the awkwardness, then pointing at GLaDOS's camera with an irritated jab, clearly blaming the AI for the whole situation.