Imagine Youre On A Date With Your Fave. Before Going To The Fancy Dinner With You, They Met With Their

Imagine you’re on a date with your fave. Before going to the fancy dinner with you, they met with their friends and had a lot of greasy snacks that are now sitting heavily in their belly. Still, they don’t wanna be rude, so they order a bunch of food on top of it all. The moment they see you they realize how bloated they are. While talking to you, they hold their butthole clenched as they fantasize about sitting on your lap and farting to their heart’s content. Their desperation is growing and they’re starting to think they’re gonna loose control as the waiter brings you your main course. Adding more food makes the pressure insufferable, so they try their luck with subtly farting. They release a long silent fart that has been marinating in their stomach for a couple of hours and gained putrid smell of concentrated hot shit. While the terrible stench assults your nostrils, your fave doesn’t even notice bc they’re too used to their own bodily smells. Seeing you don’t react (either out of politeness or bc you secretly enjoy it) they decide that being subtle was successful and so they keep stuffing themselves with food, every few moments letting out out lingering silent but deadly explosions. They feel pretty confident as you get brought dessert and so start releasing rumbling farts into the fancy seat. You of course pretend not to hear anything, or see them lifting up one leg to let go another eggy hiss and keep chatting away.

They grow really fond of you and offer to go to your place and watch a movie. You agree and drive the both of you there. Your fave quickly gets desperate again during the long journey and turns up the music as they shamelessly rip ass, just a little bit too loud for you not to hear. As they try to relieve themselves of most of the bloat before they enter your home, they make your car smell more or less like an outhouse in the middle of summer next to a baked beans eating competition.

You two finally arrive home and you show them around. As you pick your movie, your fave takes one of your decorative pillows puts it down on the sofa in front of the tv. They sit on it and you sit next to them, moments later they put their arm around you. You two sit calmly, nicely cuddled up as your fave, still bloated, relieves themselves by letting farts rumble deep into your pillow. As they put a blanket over the both of you, you’re almost stuck in a dutch oven, forced to pretend that you don’t smell some of the worst stenches nature has to offer. As you cuddle, your fave’s fart start getting louder and nastier, but they’re still convinced you didn’t notice anything.

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stuck between the urge to have someone sit on my lap and rip nasty, burbly ass on me for hours or for me to sit in someone else’s laps and rip nasty, burbly ass on them for hours

last night i decided to eat a ton of wendys, about 40 nuggets and 2 large fries over an hour and topped it off with some vanilla ice cream! i woke up extremely bloated this morning around 6 am and spent a long time in bed rubbing my tight round gut and belching and farting out a little of the pressure. im still pretty bloated 7 hours later, and not much gas is coming out 🥴 send belly rubs

mm that sounds so delightful 🥴 immediately waking up to that pressure and spending some time deflating... 🤤

Idea: super gassy slob bf who has a select pillow/cushion he always farts into when he's playing video games or on his phone or just doing nothing. Just sitting on it and ripping rank ass for hours, too comfortable to move... sometimes he's not wearing any boxers, sometimes he sharts into the pillow (maybe both), but it always fuckin stinks with his gas. Oh and he'll fart into it in front of you shamelessly ofc -🐺

hhhhhhhhh yessss 🤤 the sound of monstrous farts being ripped deep into the fabric is so bassy it's almost infrasonic, accompanied by the occasional splutter of a shart that makes him grunt in satisfaction... ugghhhh just a slobby nude bf staining a pillow so casually while you get to listen and watch 😳😩

Umm, holy shit 😳😳😳

I imagine very few things are better than having someone who’s gassy and constipated lying over your thighs. Whenever they need help going, they approach you naked while you’re sitting on the couch reading or whatever and sheepishly ask if they can use you to get relief. You scoot to the edge of the seat and allow them to drape themselves over your thighs. It puts them in the perfect position for a bit of spanking or fingering.

With all that pressure, the farts are loud and forceful. You vary the sounds of their gas by playing with their cheeks. Hold them open for airy, gushing bursts while they grind their gut into your legs. Clamp their cheeks together and make them squeak out.

And when the first log starts to stretch their hole, you rub their back and coo lovingly to them as they whimper. Maybe run your fingers gently through their hair or along their scalp. The thick turd thumps onto the floor and you can feel their belly tensing and pushing against you as they squeeze out the next one. It crackles as it slides out with little pops of gas. They sigh as it drops.

Rocking against your legs, they try to coax the rest out and are rewarded with a warbling fart that comes to a sudden end when it launches another log part way out of their hole, plugging any room for gas to escape. They groan as they strain and gravity draws out a long shit that only breaks off once the tip touches the floor. Just when you think there couldn’t possibly be anything left inside, gas loudly shifts around their belly and thunders out.

There’s a sheen of sweat on their trembling body and they lay there, catching their breath and basking in relief. It’s an exhausting ordeal, and you’re not going to let them clean up alone. You tear off some tissue and lovingly wipe between their cheeks for them.

They gingerly raise themselves off you, looking a lot less pregnant, and when you’re done disposing of the mess, you cuddle on the couch and praise them for how well they did.

Or maybe it’s less lovey-dovey, and the person who needs relief is a slob that basically burps in your face then says, “Alright, bud, time to help me shit. Hold still now.” They grind their gut into your legs, grunt out a mound of shit, tell you to start wiping and then leave you in a stench filled room with a mess to clean up.