So Imagine A Character Who Is Super Gassy To The Point Where They Don't Bother Holding It In And Just

So imagine a character who is super gassy to the point where they don't bother holding it in and just let loose cause they've put up with it for so long.

This of course causes problems with work cause everyone finds it super distracting, so after a series of complaints the boss moves them to the other side of the office where they're a bit more isolated to allow the others to work better.

The charcter of course loves this and seeing as their co workers take every measure to come to their cubicle as little as often, most days go by without anyone coming to see them and so they see absolutely no reason to hold back now, where some nights they'll eat some extra greasy/spicy food to make them bloated and even more gassy for the next day where they'll just happily rip fart after fart in their little area and stink out the whole office.

One particular day they've taken a few minutes off of work to push out some particularly long echoing farts when they suddenly feel something other than gas press against thier hole.

Their location means they've been put furthest from the bathroom for whatever reason, so they quickly get up cause they don't think they'll last much longer.

However, when they stand a long bellowing fart is forced out of them, causing them to lean forward on their desk for support as they grunt and moan a little until they're done, only they can barely get out a small sigh of relief before another one is tearing through them,happily pushing it out to get some relief from their bloated gut, forgetting why they even stood up until the fart ends rather wetly and definitely left more than gas in their pants.

Before they can make a move though a series of small wet farts has them letting out a strained groan and suddenly they're filling their pants with their shit.

No matter how hard they try to stop thenselves it just keeps coming out so they surrender themselves to the inevitable and bend down over their desk and let out a small moan until it's over.

They hope then to make a quick run to the bathroom because they're definitely not done, but another wet fart has a second log of shit quickly joining the first and as before they cant stop it, so give up entirely and just start pushing, filling their pants with a couple more logs of shit, punctuated with long wet farts, until they're finally done, surprised the sheer amount of it is even contained in their pants still.

The smell is rancid and there's no way they can face their colleagues now, even if they heard and could smell what has happened, so they resign themselves to carefully sitting back in their chair to wait until everyone's collective lunch break to clean themselves up, still blasting out a few farts over the next few hours and pushing out a couple more small logs into their pants, swearing off of eating anything bad for them for the next month.

So glad to see that you’re back!

Saw you’re trying inulin again, man how I wish I could be there when the pressure starts building...

You could just sit your butt right on my lap as I massaged your belly, helping coax out all the trapped bubbles from the inulin... If you were so inclined, I wouldn’t be averse to having my head be used as a cushion either. All those wet farts spilling onto my face would be more than enough to get me wet. Just the mental image of your sighs of relief as you grind down and enjoy feeling my face against your cheeks while you blissfully rip ass is getting me quite hot and bothered aaaaa

Oh fuck 😩 Thank you for such an amazing ask first of all… I love *everything* about that mental image, I’d love to grind down on your lap and push out all my bubbling, trapped-up gas just for you. I’d moan in pleasure as your hands coax all the inulin gas out of my bloated stomach like you described. And I would absolutely be inclined to use your face as a cushion if you desired. I might be nervous at first but once I see how wet it gets you I would absolutely be grinding down and letting out wet and bubbly farts nonstop till you’re satisfied. 💓💓💓

Burping Kink Scenarios Part 2

Ok, quite a few people have been asking for this, so here it is! :D

Any type of character:

-Being super stuffed and sleepy and a long belch slipping out when they yawn

-Letting out an enormous belch into the toilet and making the water ripple when they think they could be sick (whether the burp makes them feel better or they still get sick anyway is your pref) -Just burps+rippling water in general, such as when they are swimming (gee, it’s too bad there isn’t a good swimming anime to exploit this with ;))

-Trying a new food and having something in it give them really bad indigestion, leading to long, harsh, gurgly burps that won’t stop coming and hurt their throat

Shy/reserved characters:

-Trying to apologize for letting a burp slip out, but every time they open their mouth more gas comes out

- Character A is really only open about burping around their best friend (character B), but unfortunately when they happen to burp around someone else and get embarrassed, B calls them out on it, making it so much worse - “Oh, so now ‘excuse me’ is in your vocabulary?” “Your belches are usually way bigger than that!” “You didn’t seem embarrassed about it at lunch.” (honestly I could do this all day, I love this scenario. please stop me)

-Accidentally belching while they try to thank someone for a meal and being really embarrassed until the person says they consider it to be a compliment

-Accidentally letting a really large burp out just after a shameless character let out a smaller one and that character immediately assuming they’ve been challenged and trying to goad the more reserved character into a contest

-Normally reserved characters belching openly because they’ve eaten/drunk themselves into a stupor and are way too out of it to be worried about it

-”I don’t know where that came from, honestly!” “Geez, you must think I’m pretty disgusting, huh…” “I will admit, I do feel much better after getting that out of me.” “I’m sorry you had to hear that.”

Not-so-shy characters:

-Having a belch that come out in multiple parts and just holding up a hand as they try to make sure that all of the gas is out

-A having a burp get stuck and making B stop what they’re doing and pat their back or rub their stomach to help get it loose (B pretend they’re grossed out by it but really they hate seeing A uncomfortable)

-A and B are watching a movie after dinner. It’s one of B’s favorites, but A thinks it’s boring as shit so he occupies his time by massages his stuffed belly, chugging down soda and letting these huge, wall shaking belches that drown out the sound of the TV and really get on B’s nerves -Maybe they’ll time it, and try to ruin a romantic scene that usually makes B tear up

-Characters A and B are on a road trip and B will not stop drinking soda and belching really loudly and commenting on how good each one feels. -This starts to really get on A’s nerves because theyre trying to drive and its getting really annoying, not to mention gross, so he makes B cut it out, threatening to kick him out onto the road. B has already drunk a lot of soda and keeping it in is making his stomach hurt quite a bit, so finally it just all rushes out. A is understanding, but hopes that the pain of keeping them in was enough to teach B a lesson. lets be real though, probably not

-A character belching when someone bumps into their stuffed stomach and saying something like “watch it, this thing is really packed tight!”

-”Whew!” “Fuck, I needed that so bad.” “There’s more where that came from, rest assured.” “Man, I wish all burps felt that good coming out.”

Imagine your partner has eaten something that doesn’t agree with them. It’s not food poisoning but good god it’s not settling well.

They’re sat between your legs on the bed, their back laying against your chest, your head resting on top of theirs. You’re watching a film, trying to distract them, as you massage your hands over their far too swollen tummy. You can hear their intestines gurgling with gas, bloating out above the hem of their pulled down pants. Moving your hands further upwards you rub gentle, circular motions over their stomach. They’re even more bloated up there, the food they’d been eating still packed tightly in their stomach, refusing to digest, along with far too much gas. Their intestines unwilling to accept the food that was making them so sick, but their stomach refusing to reject it yet, leaving them in a constant state of bloated pain with the odd wave of intense nausea that never fully developed into vomiting, despite how much you both knew it would help. Their tummy burbles angrily beneath your palms, and they let up a wet burp, followed by a groan of pure discomfort. You hold them closer.

“Nauseous?” You ask, caressing their tummy slowly.

“Not massively.” They reply, “But I don’t feel good. My tummy is so bloated and gassy.”

They move your hands away from their swollen stomach and back down to their struggling intestines, which were growling angrily at the amount of gas filling them. You kissed your partner gently on the neck as you kneaded their intestines, forcing the trapped air to move. They groaned quietly as you felt the gas shift inside them, they shifted uncomfortably and let out a huge fart. You took that as your signal to keep going. You knead and massage your hands deeply into their solid stomach, forcing the gas out of them fart by fart. You could physically feel them deflating beneath your touch. Their stomach going from completely rock hard with no give, to being bloated but soft. Their groans turned from those of pain to those of relief and pleasure as they farted continuously.

“Ugh keep going, you’re helping my poor tummy so much but I’m still so gassy. Please don’t stop rubbing me.” You can almost hear their smirk as they guide one of your hands lower, past their bloated belly and under the hem of their pants. You begin lightly playing with them whilst continuing to massage their belly with the other hand. They groan again, leaning back into you and arching their back into your touch. They let rip another gassy fart, the movement of the gas travelling through them rippling against your hand. You start kissing their neck again, first slowly, then with increasing urgency. You feel yourself also becoming aroused, but right now was not about you, it’s was about truly satisfying your partners needs and caring for their beautiful belly. You begin moving your hand faster, both between their legs and on their stomach, moving your hand up to encourage burps up along with the farts. They groan again as they release gas then let out a deep rumbling belch. They don’t even attempt to cover their mouths, they’re far to distracted by the impending orgasm you’re creating. Your hands move fiercely, determined to bring them relief and pleasure. You pull them closer to you, holding them tight as you encourage out burp after burp. You grind against them forcefully, fingers moving faster and harder, until you feel the gush of wetness cover your hand and their pants. You’re both panting hard as they flip back against you, pleasure exuding from every inch of them. You move both your hands back to their stomach. Though still a little bloated it’s completely soft and close to its normal state. After a few minutes of cuddling, they roll over on top of you. They look you in the eye with a look that lets you know just how much they appreciate what you’ve done for them, and just how they’re going to repay you for the favour as they move down your body with a sly smile. Now it’s your turn.

All I want to do is to gush about someone gassy... Tell them how cute they are when they're laying on their back farting like a cow, kissing through their burps, rubbing their stomach, complimenting how they sound and smell... Maybe feed them or cuddle them, just do whatever I can to make them as comfortable as possible, treating like them being bloated is both precious and wonderful as well as the worst possible sickness, through which they have to be pampered and serviced so that they can feel better, even tho they really don't care and are just farting and burping away

I can't believe nobody told me it was a bad idea to eat two chili cheese dogs with a large iced coffee at 9 AM