(hope This Isn't Too Much!!)

(hope this isn't too much!!)

Currently imagining you grinding on my crotch, pumping out hot bubbling farts, hiding how desperate you are to go until finally you accidentally push out a steaming load onto me, moaning the whole time

(This is absolutely wonderful Anon, thank you for sending 💖😊.)

That sounds like SUCH a hot scenario. I can imagine starting out playfully and then just moaning and uncontrollably *forcing* bubbly nasty farts against your crotch until I just can’t hold it anymore. I’d be so instantly desperate to relieve myself I would totally let loose an accidental, hot, messy load right on you~.

Walking up the stairs behind your fave, getting a good look at their ass. Suddenly they stop, bend over and let out a thick, wet, rumbling fart, assaulting your nostrils with their putrid gas. The keep doing this on the way up, complaining how badly they're bloated as you become more and more flustered.

someone farting into the seat of a lecture in uni… it’s just after lunch and all they do is constantly drill out their nasty gas into the seat, lifting their leg slightly or leaning on one side with an asscheek half off the seat as godawful, rancid farts bubble out of them… and then when they finally leave the person who sits there in the lecture next is left to wonder why the seat is so warm (and why the smell of rotten eggs and shit permanently fugimates the space)

i’m so gross but umm

i want such a strict feeder that if i let out any gas at all, i get fed a little more. each burp and fart that slips out results in a snack being pushed past my lips, and this rule has me fattening up SO quickly

and the more i’m fed, the gassier i get. and the more i vent the building gas, the more they feed me. and despite the constant overwhelming fullness, i get really addicted to it

and one night while my feeder is out, i feel a huge bubble of gas building in my lower belly. i take out my phone, filming as i clutch my belly with sausage-like fingers and bounce the pale mass of flesh, the movement pushing the pressure down and out my rear with a sloppy roar. i send it off to my feeder with the assurance that i’m getting up to fill the space with the rest of the donuts we have. i belch richly and make a mental note to find something else to go along with the donuts.

Want to know my favorite scenario? Someone messing on purpose. Scat/Farting:

A is laying in bed relaxing watching tv when he gets a bit of a stomach ache begins rubbing it slowly. By rubbing his stomach, he’s stimulating his stomach enough to let out a particularly large fart. “Mmmmm that definitely helped my stomach” he thinks. He continues to fart and grunt as he loves the feeling of pushing… and pushing…while comfy in his bed watching tv. “Oh yeah this is gonna be a big one, it’ll feel so goooood…” he says as he feels a particularly big fart is ready to be released. He starts farting and the feeling is heavenly as he pushes. “Ughhhh yesss this helps my stomach so muchhhh..” he says until the fart turns into a really wet shart within seconds. “Oh fuck! I new I needed to shit.” He says angrily. His stomach gurgles and he looks around to get up and go to the bathroom, then he realizes he doesn’t really want to get up too much. And he comes up with a quite taboo idea. “Nobody’s here…right? Would it be so bad if I just let it out right here? I mean nobody will judge me..” he says desperately. His stomach gurgled.. and gurgled, until he couldn’t take it anymore. “Maybe if I let a little bit out, I can hold it until I feel like getting up …” he thought calmly. He let out a particularly wet shart that made his eyes roll back from the relief. “Oh my god I so badly want to keep pushing… and pushing..” he looks from left to right to see if anyone was around him, could see him, then he decided to shit right there. “Ohhhhh…. That’s so much better…” he moans as he releases all of the poop into his pants. “Ughh. I guess I better clean this up.”

imagine your fav has a teddy bear or sort of stuffed animal that they deem their designated fart cushion. and everyday at the end of work, when they’ve had gas churning and brewing inside their stomach … they dump their clothes to the floor and just hump the poor plushie to oblivion. with every movement comes bubbling, rancid streams of farts as your fav releases all that nasty, pent up gas into the stuffed animal, blasting it with swampy, warm wet farts and thick, hot hisses that smell of eggs and shit. imagine your fav not only having this session once a day, but every time they need to let one rip. its squashed beneath their rumbling ass as they watch tv, they squat right over it during sweaty workouts as BRRRMPPTS rip out of them with every exertion - every night in bed, the plushie is always snug against their crotch, ready to go as they rip nasty ass gas under the covers all throughout the night. and obviously, it’s never washed either- it constantly stinks of your favs rank stench, drilled with stale (and not so stale) farts that permeate it permanently.

bonus: you cuddle with the limp stuffed bear like it’s normal, nuzzling your face into it and inhaling the aftermath of your favs raunchy gas.