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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concept: your feedee whimpering and rubbing their stomach desperately, only barely managing to groan out “my belly…” before the loudest fart you’ve ever heard thunders out of their fat ass

Imagine A had a really bad gas problem at night. They had a tendency to hold it in all day and end up blasting huge, disgusting farts under the covers at night. A's partner, B, has a huge thing for farts, but of course hadn't said anything out of fear. Every single night, A snuggles into bed and falls sound asleep, their ass jiggling as they released fat, nasty bubbly bursts of gas all over B.

A eventually caught the memo once they woke up in the middle of the night, shocked awake by a particularly loud fart and a unseemly moan coming from their partner. B hadn't noticed they had woken up, but A had begun to shuffle closer and closer to B, pressing their ass against their crotch and letting loose as much gas as possible. B groaned as they came to the sensation, quietly asking A if they were awake. A answered yes, but quickly comforted B and let them know they found their little attraction adorable. From then on, A wouldn't just hold their farts out of embarrassment...theyd hold them because they were saving it all for B.

Imagine a couple goes out to eat. It’s a greasy spoon type place, but they’re both craving breakfast for dinner, and what better place for fluffy pancakes.

This establishment is known in the community for being a bit gross. Those with sensitive systems know to steer clear, but they manage to stay open due to the brave souls and loyal pancake fans.

These two aren’t worried. They come here every now and then, and nothing has ever come of it except a healthy food coma. So they order two pancake breakfast complete with scrambled eggs, sausage, toast, and of course, a hearty stack of buttermilk pancakes.

They both eat their whole meal and leave the place with stiff, bloated stomachs and a case of the belches.

In the car, A let’s out a silent yet foul gas bubble, much to B’s dismay.

“Honey, eww,” they crack the window and squeeze their shoulder, “Did you eat too much?”

A laughs as they’re driving and grunt, letting out a loud, greasy fart “I think I— hurrrp— must have.”

B groans. The car smells terrible, but they must admit, they’re kinda feeling gassy themself. They stifle a burp into their fist, but they can feel their intestines churning too. Their bowels shift and they sigh before letting out a big brassy toot, to A’s delight.

“Aww honey!” A giggles, “Look at us! Gassy together!”

B groans, “I know, it’s awful.”

They gas their car out completely by the time they’re back in the apartment. A feels much better after letting out all that wind, but B is feeling a bit lousy, so they get to bed.

A stays up watching tv for a while, but their stomach is still super stuffed, so their energy doesn’t last and they join B in bed.

B is snoring and huffing in their sleep. Their stomach seems upset. A rubs their back and frowns, “Poor baby...” they sigh and kiss B’s forehead.

They fall asleep to the sounds of digestion, hoping to sleep off this massive meal. But this hope is dashed a few hours later. They wake up in a cold sweat and with their stomach screaming at them.

They feel that all too familiar feeling of swollen bowels and the urge to find a toilet, Now.

They dash to the bathroom but they find B already bombing the bowl.

B wails in protest, but A needs to purge immediately. They throw back the shower curtain and squat, immediately sending a torrent of thick, mushy shit onto the tile. B sighs softly, “You too, huh baby?” They ask.

A groans as they grunt out another thick wave of diarrhea, “God it burns—“ they groan, “Fuck— must have been the eggs.”

B moans as they shoot liquid shit into the toilet, “I don’t care what it was— ohh—“ they groan as it explodes from their ass, “it hurts so badly.”

They are stuck in the bathroom for a good hour. Between many toilet flushes and A using the shower hose to wash their mess away, the two of them manage to clean up eventually. Their stomachs are terribly uneasy as they get back to bed.

They cuddle for a while, rubbing each others stomachs tenderly as they share moans and belches. They’re both bloated with gas, B is too afraid of having an accident to let it go, but A pushes out sloppy gas bubbles, staining their boxers in the process. B takes up their position as little spoon and A falls asleep nestled into their neck.

They’re both awoken by an odd feeling.

Sudden.... moisture.

B yelps- “Oh my god—“ They wince, their excitement only urging more shit from them. They’re having an accident— much to their surprise. Liquid shit soaks their panties and they begin to cry- the fluid still flowing from them.

A sighs and holds them close, waiting for it to stop. They nuzzle their cheek and sigh “That’s okay baby, just get it out...”

A grunts out a soggy shart and laughs, “See, were both feeling pretty shitty.”

B doesn’t find that funny, but they’re glad they’re not the only one who’ll need a change of clothes this morning.

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.

Imagine your slobby jockish gamer bf sitting on his stained and incredibly smelly gamer chair, in his yellowed ripped underwear with massive skid marks on. Sitting wide legged as he lets out massive wet farts, snorting in every single one and saying stuff like “fuck bruh! Smells like shit..nice” “god damn that felt good” “Unnf.. you smell that babe?~” he then pauses his game and smirks at you and then you hear his largest wettest fart that has ever come out of that hot smelly man as he follows it up with a loud and also wet burp he then hikes up a leg and starts bloating his underwear with a massive thick snake of shit, pounds apon pounds of his nasty gamer waste🤎🤎🤎 - ⚡️

goddddd yes 🤤😩 everything about this...... the stains on his chair showing exactly where his ass has been, the tattered and stained jocks, cocking a leg to drop his load hhhhhhdjdkkffll 😰💀