Someone Farting Into The Seat Of A Lecture In Uni Its Just After Lunch And All They Do Is Constantly

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)

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.”

Gassy Self-Loving

Johnny has always been the target of compliments. From a very young age, people have always commented on his good looks: his short wavy hair, his tender brown eyes, his perfectly drawn smile and teeth and, in most recent years, his newly-found chunky and hunky body, result of years of careless gorging in college, which gets him comments and stares from men everywhere he goes. However, even with all this admiration and response from everyone, Johnny has a problem: he’s unable to see himself as an attractive man.

Sure, he does find himself handsome and can acknowledge all the perfectly designed features of his body. Even so, he can’t help but not see the sexy Greek god everyone claims he is. Even with all the invitations and sexual offers he’s received from all kinds of men, Johnny can’t seem to find something about him that makes him go and say “Fuck! I’m a hot stud”.

But that’s about to change.

With the creeking sound of wood on metal, Johnny opens the door of his small apartment after a long day at work. He is a salesman at a tech store in his neighborhood, which means that, very often, he has to deal with some annoyed customers. But he actually enjoys the job, and very often is able to reverse the customers’ bad humor with his gentle personality and diligence, which means he normally enjoys his days at work. Except for today.

Dropping his backpack on the couch, and casually taking off his sneakers and jeans, the 5'10" stud sits down on the couch, now only wearing the black polo he wears as an an uniform, with the store’s logo in the front of the shirt, and his white boxers, comfortably covering his round bubbly ass and pressing against his power thighs. He opens the backpack and pulls out his phone, going to his email inbox and opening the already read one titled “Promotion Response”. Johnny sighs sadly as he once again reads the message, in which he is informed that he wasn’t able to get the manager promotion he’s been completely excited about.

After going through the message with his eyes for a few minutes, a push notification of a dating app pops up. The face of a beautiful cubbish dude followed by the message “Hey sexy. Down for a good time?” gets Johnny’s attention for a second. He doesn’t bother much, though. It isn’t the first notification he receives on that day, and it certainly won’t be the first he ignores. After getting such bad news from work, the last thing he wants is any kind of human contact. Not to mention that, for the past few weeks, Johnny’s been avoiding sexual encounters. Hearing guys telling him how beautiful and hot he is as he either gets fucked or puts his dick to work has only made Johnny even more self-conscious about his image issues, and right now, he can’t deal with this kind of situation.

After lazing on the couch for a while thinking about the whole promotion situation, Johnny stands up and, as most people who live alone, decides to heal his self-loathing on the most cliché of fashions: grubbing on some delicious fast food while binge-watching some comfort show.

As he tunes Netflix on some 90’s sitcom, the sad man makes his way towards the kitchen and, in no time, returns with quite an unplanned feast: a whole leftover pizza, a carton of ice cream, about six hot dogs, and his usual 2l bottle of Coke. The beau places all the food on his center table, and immediately proceeds to the feast.

Three minutes and about half a pizza later, he cracks the Coke bottle open and takes two quick gulps of it, feeling the carbonated liquid run down his throat, making its way towards his stomach. The feeling is refreshing and gets the big boy gently caressing his lower stomach, which soon enough causes a low rumble to surface. Johnny knows that rumbling all too well, and is completely aware of what’s happening next, so he decides to prepare himself.

Sticking his belly out, he gently rubs it a little more before patting his chest twice, as the air and gas slowly start to make their way back to the starting point. By the time they reach Johnny’s throat, he gently clutches his belly with his left hand while opening his mouth softly and it happens: a deep rumbling belch makes its presence known as it echoes on the empty apartment through its whole 6 seconds, traveling loudly through the air before cutting down in a wet manner, being followed by a satisfied sigh.

“And so it begins!”, the piggish man tells himself, chuckling cheekily, in a much better mood than before. Ever since finishing college, Johnny has become an extremely gassy man, probably a result of his weight gain during his undergraduate years. Regardless of the cause, Johnny absolutely loves his acquired gassy abilities. Every burp and fart for him has become a ritual, a natural and crude way of casually entertaining himself. The feeling it leaves him with is completely satisfying and being able to produce such sounds only ignites even more his already goofy personality, not to mention it’s the perfect bad mood killer, making him extremely gleeful no matter how sad he is.

After proudly chuckling over the eruption, Johnny gets back to the food, getting four of the hot dogs, the rest of the pizza and half of the ice cream down in a spam of eight minutes, causing his belly to fill up and him to need a switch of position to find some more comfort. He decides to lay back and rest his elbow on the couch’s arm and his right foot on top of the seat. The movement causes his body to move a lot, which responds with another low rumble, forming a cheeky grin on the stud’s face, as he now gets both hands tightly holding his bloated belt and shaking it gently. All the motion causes his stomach to get worked up and, before he notices, another deep eruption comes out of his mouth, now louder and lasting longer than before, making Johnny crack up a smile as he lets it go.

The burp slowly starts to fade away and get lower and lower, but never loses its bass and, as soon as the big dude closes his mouth, before he can even think about sighing in satisfaction, a low reverberating sound starts to form out of his other end. It starts soft and harmless, but soon enough, helped by Johnny’s force placement on his lower zone while distinctively closing one eye as to help forcing it out, the fart grows in length and loudness, covering the area with a thundering rumble and filling the room with a sweet and rancid smell, that only gets the boy even more hyped. After lengthy 12 seconds, Johnny starts to relax his body and the monstrous ass rip fades away as well.

He sighs and laughs, completely astonished at what his body has just produced while fanning his hand around his nose. Proudly patting his bloated tank and giggling goofily at his crudeness and smell, which he cockily inhales while nodding his head, Johnny returns to his original sitting position and is taken aback by an unexpected visitor: right below his bloat area, going down his crotch, an erect bulge perfectly contoured by his white briefs appears, probably ignored up to this point due to Johnny’s goofy behavior with his gassy releases.

Now that his endorphin levels are down, Johnny can feel the stiff member softly pulsing against the boxers’ fabric, begging to be touched and played with. Johnny at first questions what has caused such event, but it’s crystal clear that his gas releasing spree has turned him on, believe it or not.

“Okay… That’s a little weird…”, he mutters to himself, while gently approaching the bulge with his hand, and touches it, the tightening contact making it throb even more and sending shivers all over his body. As he slowly feels his own dick through the boxers, still unable to believe that his gas has caused it to stiffen up, his lower stomach announces the incoming of another bottom eruption.

This time, Johnny focuses all his energy on his ass and slowly forces down the gas that is begging to be released. With a last low rumble, he starts ripping the fart in full force. Granted he’s aroused and his body is much more sensitive, he can feel the gas flying out of his hairy asshole, rippling against the white fabric of the underwear, but now his left hand is pressing against his bulge instead of clutching his belly, and his mouth is letting out short moans of pleasure instead of goofy giggles.

As the ten seconds fart cuts its reverb, Johnny inhales the manly stench he’s produced, and can feel a his left hand getting slightly moist. As he pulls it up, he can see a stain of a transparent liquid at the tip of his bulge. While softly licking the precum off his fingers, he lays down on the couch, slowly pulling down his underwear and revealing the seven inches uncut member, throbbing and dripping precum, desperately in need of release.

While gently stroking his dick up and down, he grabs the half-full bottle of Coke, placing his soft lips on the bottleneck, and starts to chug it and chug it. As he can feel the liquid going down his throat in full force, his dick starts to pulse even harder, as if consciously expecting what’s coming next.

In a matter of seconds, the last sip is taken and the bottle is thrown away from the couch. Johnny can feel his stomach rumbling louder than ever, which only causes him to get even more aroused. Rubbing his stomach gently, he can feel the thunder storm that’s forming inside of him getting ready to storm out.

First, he can feel the gas working its way up towards his mouth, and so, as usual, he leans his body back and clutches his chest, pressing it gently, and then it starts: he doesn’t open his mouth at first, letting the deep manly belch rumble inside his throat, which doesn’t stop it from being completely loud. After a few seconds, he starts to open his mouth and so the eruption slowly starts reverberate and echo, once again, around the closed space. He can feel his whole body shivering at the masculine roar coming out of his mouth, his dick so stiff and stimulated that it won’t wait too long before starting to shoot.

Once again, as soon as the belch cuts down, he can feel his body getting ready for the next part of the show. His eyes are staring down at his boner, his upper teeth tightly biting down his lower lip, as he does low and soft moans in complete arousal.

When he least expects it, the explosive grand finale starts.

A rumble louder than the two first starts erupting from his backside, it deeply thunders all over the couch, making it vibrate profusely. Growing in loudness in no time, the fart flies around the living room, performing its earthquake-like spectacle between highs and lows, while filling the room with Johnny’s manly musk, causing him to get as aroused as he has never been before.

As the fart grows in depth and loudness, Johnny’s dick pulses desperately as the horny boy strokes it in a faster manner and, ten seconds before cutting down, as the fart reaches its peak, so does Johnny.

Leaning his head back and closing his eyes, mouth wide open letting out loud moans of complete arousal, that are interpolated by the astonishingly deep rumble of the fart, Johnny stroke his dick furiously as it shoots its first load that flies way up until falling on Johnny’s lips, which are licked around as the second of cum hits his uniform polo, close to the store logo, and finally the final load shoots as the fart cuts down, dripping around Johnny’s hands, as he lets out a final moan, completely out of breath.

He pants gently, while licking the cum off his hand, which is completely soaked. Looking down at his dripping boner, he chuckles softly, whispering to himself, in between deep short belches:

“Fuck… I’m a hot… Stud…”

(NOTE: So, let’s call this an unofficial comeback hehe I’ve read so many great stories today that I couldn’t help but start writing one of my own. I hope you guys enjoy it, and let me know what you think! I hope to be able to make more content in the future! Thanks a lot for reading! :3)

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.

a nicely stuffed feedee laying back with a taut belly, burping up a storm and maybe even farting at the same time. just extremely full of air-

what's your favourite scenario currently?

Oof that's a tough one because there's just so many and I'm an indecisive bitch-

Okay so to absolutely no one's surprise this has to do with lap farts. What can I say I'm a predictable bitch

Person A and B having a mutual eprocto and copro kink and A relaxing on B's lap as they release warm farts that bubble and rumble on their crotch. A ends up relaxing too much and are in such a blissful state that they don't even realize there's a log sliding out of their ass and into their pants until B points it out, but A doesn't really care and just shrugs and even pushes a bit to finish the job. They remain cuddled up on B's lap just vibing for a while instead of cleaning up immediately.