Imagine Your Fav Is Really Bloated And They Feel Like Taking A Hot Steamy Shower To Help Relax Their

Imagine your fav is really bloated and they feel like taking a hot steamy shower to help relax their muscles. They stand in the shower for a while, letting the hot water massage their bloated stomach and back, helping coax out deep burps and loud stinky farts that echo throughout the bathroom. Instantly feeling better.

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ahhh your scenarios are so good!!! what do you think about the idea of someone secretly getting off to their own gas in public? like they’re out with a blind date or something and they ate something that doesn’t agree with them and just start ripping ass and not even caring at the disgusted look on their dates face as it just feels so good?

I'm honestly so into that.

Maybe someone who typically eats a ton of food but doesnt want to look bad on their date so stuff themselves a couple of times earlier that day so they can have smaller portions at dinner. The date starts off great and they're both getting on really well but it's just after their starters and they've had a couple of drinks that they have to try and muffle a few burps that come up before they start feeling the urge to fart and slowly release the air, trying to keep a neutral face whilst they listen to their date and let out a really long, quiet fart that felt so good to get out.

They release a couple of smaller, but still pretty long farts, moving around in their chair a bit to cover any noise before the waiter comes over with their food, taking a bit too much joy at the slight wrinkle of their nose as he puts their plates in front of them.

They excuse themselves for a minute to go to the bathroom, not caring about anyone else in there as they just push the fart they'd known would be far too loud for the restaurant, and sure enough it echoes around the large restroom and as soon as that one stops they're pushing out a couple more, ignoring the mutters they can hear from the stall as they rub their stomach and let out a long burp. They take a quick glance in the mirror to clean themselves up and with a final small wet fart go out to join their date.

They thought their little break would be alright but they can feel their stomach groaning from their earlier food, but they still enjoy their dinner now as well as the company to care about being subtle and let out a couple of small farts which vibrate loudly against their chair, but their date apparently doesn't notice. Getting bolder they try and push out a few more to ease the pressure on their gut until one fart comes out a lot louder than they intended and quickly apologize when they see the slight disgust on their dates face so from then on make sure to be a little more careful.

They try to let out their next couple of farts quietly and it works, but then their stomach clenches tightly and they cant stop themselves from letting out another loud burst of air that earns a sigh of pleasure from them at the brief relief on their gut even as they get looks from other people around them.

They can see their date quickly losing interest and are quick to apologize again, saying they're not feeling too good but that they really wanted to see them which convinces the date to stay.

They try and pick up the conversation but it's not easy given how they can't let on that they're still trying to push out the gas that's causing their stomach to clench painfully, their large dinner not helping matters.

Either they can't smell anything or they're just used to the smell of their own gas by now but it's when they let out a notably silent but painful fart that they knew would stink that their date suddenly gets up saying they can't do this anymore. They try to get up to convince them to stay, but whatever they were going to say was drowned out by the loudest fart of the night, unable to do anything but let out a groan of relief as a couple more loud farts leak out of them whilst their date just looks on in disgust. Again their date turns to leave but instead they reach to stop them, grabbing their wrist and turning them, but the movement causes the gas building up in them to move and they can't help but let out a loud wet burp into their dates face.

The date just shoves them away and calls them a pig before storming out and leaving the whole restaurant staring at them as they sit back down and with a grunt push out a small wet fart.

It wasn't longer before the desserts they'd ordered arrived and after ordering a couple more beers, slowly ate both desserts, not paying any mind to the eyes on them as they gave up any pretense of keeping their gas in and easily let rip any gas they had, letting them vibrate loudly against their chair whilst their free hand rubbed their stomach to coax as much gas from them as they could.

A long, loud burp signified the end of their food and when the server arrived couldn't keep back the deep burp as they asked for the menu again, keen to order another main and dessert to eat away their feelings.

They can almost see the light leave their servers eyes, making a note to give them a large tip as they simply leaned to the side and grabbing the table pushed out a rumbling fart with a groan.

Their food quickly finds it way to their table, sure the server put a rush on it to get them to leave and starting to feel somewhat guilty made quick work of their food before paying the bill, making sure to double it in lieu of an apology before they left, small toots leaving them as they walked out of the restaurant and made the quick walk home where they could really let loose, but not before they stopped by a couple of fast food places to order a greasy burger and a burrito or three.

imagine you're working late in an office filled with cubicles. you're at your desk, having opted to stay behind after hours to get some necessary work done, and the large office space is very quiet. you're organising some files on your computer when you hear a muffled droning noise from somewhere nearby. glancing around, you poke your head out of your cubicle and notice one of your cute co-workers still at their computer a few desks away from you. with their back to you, you have no idea if they even know you're still in the office when you see them shift in their chair and let out a longer, louder fart with a soft sigh. clearly they're taking advantage of their perceived privacy to unleash some of the gas that has built up throughout the day. you flush at the sight and return to your computer, not wanting to embarrass them.

as you continue to work, you hear the occasional rumble of their gas against their seat, just on the edge of your hearing. the pants they're wearing seem to somehow amplify the sound of their fluttering cheeks. you can't tell if you're imagining the sighs of relief that follow, but you're determined to ignore the noise and finish up your project so you can go home. it's a little hard to tune out someone so brazenly relieving their gas within your vicinity, but you do your best.

after a while, the office air just beginning to take on a sour note that reaches your nose, you're alerted to movement in the quiet office. your co-worker passes your cubicle obliviously and heads toward the printer at the edge of the office, right in the line of sight from your desk. you can't help but watch them as they sort out their papers, shifting their weight as they press buttons and get the process started. it all seems so normal that you barely register them lifting one leg slightly. the sloppy rumble that erupts from their ass sounds deafening in the quiet office, dragging on for long seconds as their stomach deflates. they squat slightly to squeeze out a wet finish before straightening up, sighing in satisfaction, before fanning their behind with a lazy hand and grabbing their printing. you have to tuck yourself behind the walls of your cubicle to remain unseen, the blush on your face heating your cheeks. your cute co-worker obviously has no trouble ripping ass when no one else is around. you wonder, idly, if staying late after work is something you should do more often.

A & J stories: needy (pt 2, final)

the thrilling, disgusting conclusion is here! thank you for the encouragement and the feedback <3 

to recap: subby pup JJ just started to unload, but A has greatly underestimated the amount of waste inside his precious pup’s bowels…

(contains pretty much the same warnings as last time: desperation, messing, petplay, piss, eprocto, gay boys and cuddles, nearly simultaneous orgasms, and a TON of shit - so much shit that this might almost count as hyperscat…)

enjoy! <3

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