So Fucking Long And Wet Im Wet From It Omg

so fucking long and wet I’m wet from it omg

My favorite thing right now, I just can’t stop thinking about scenarios like this, where someone is super gassy but completely unashamed so whenever the feel the need they just push it out without worrying about the sound or smell and when the inevitable happens and they shart they just keep pushing like it’s just a fart, completely unbothered by the growing pile of shit in their underwear before continuing to go about their day

NEVER SAW THIS. Going insane about this for a moment! Do you think they'd keep pushing for relief or for their own entertainment? If Entertainment, imagine them rubbing their ass against something only to release a killer bubbler that lasts a minute long leaving a stain in the underwear they're wearing. Oh God, what if they do it for relief only ,, lifting their leg and releasing whatever was trapped inside no matter the circumstances of it being shit or not. It makes their seat rumble each time and they just moan happily as If they didn't just shit themselves. (Or damn near close to it)

a good thought for slob kink is wilful ignorance. someone who is farting up a storm and keeps denying to the people around them that they're gassy. "I just needed to fart, I'm done," they say, and shift their weight to let loose another rumbler. "Ahh, okay, I'm good now. I swear." and so on. when their farts get wetter and wetter, they shift from saying they're not actually that gassy, to saying that they're definitely not leaving skidmarks on their underwear. "They're just farts, chill out," they say, and then bear down to push out the sloppiest, squelching shart into their pants. they're adamant that it's just gas when they're basically shitting themselves with each fart, but it feels much too good to stop and consider they might need a bathroom.

Gassy Hog 🐷💨

You were the perfect piggy for a fart freak like me. Your sensitive stomach was vulnerable to grease and your lactose intolerance pretty much guaranteed that any fattening treat I stuffed into you would result in a churning gut bubbling with gas. The smell was always rancid and they were long bassy bubbling braps, my favorites. Realizing your natural gift of a gassy ass I began to craft a perfect menu to keep you as bloated as possible 24/7 to make myself a perfect slobby hog constantly letting out streams of fetid gas.

Breakfast is lots of scrambled eggs loaded with cheese, and a greasy hash loaded with bacon, sausage, and spam. The grease and dairy alone was trouble for your gut, but the gainer shake I made you every morning to pack on an extra 3k calories to the meal was spiked with inulin, your first dose of the day, to guarantee raunchy farts.

Lunch for you dear piggy is usually a cheesy, creamy pasta of some sorts, and another inulin shake. And of course I’m making sure you’re snacking tons throughout the day on trail mix with tons of candy mixed in, and processed fatty meats and cheeses. It was adorable how the trail mix snack allowed you to be a little bit more delusional about your gain. A “healthy” snack you ate at least a pound of a day. The nuts were rich in fats that made you fart, and so were the meats and cheeses.

Dinner was much the same as breakfast and lunch. Whatever you wanted (usually fast food) was provided to you, in large amounts. When you got too stoned and tired to keep eating yourself, I hand fed you, lovingly shoving large bites into your mouth, making sure my piggy consumed every calorie I had planned for them to keep growing at the rate I want.

Your last inulin laced shake of the day was your heaviest. We always do it late at night to give all the calories the best chance of turning into fat. It was a gainer shake heavy on the ice cream and heavy cream, blended with peanut butter and gaining powder, and a hefty inulin dose once again. For those sexy night farts to vibrate my crotch when you cuddle up against me, gas pig.

All the eating has dumbed you down piggy, and at first you don’t even notice the excessive gas. You’d assumed it would get worse due to the diet you readily embraced and your rapidly growing belly. When I told you about my fart kink you thought the extra gas was a good thing, and had 0 idea in that stupid piggy brain of yours that the gas was an unusual amount I was urging on.

You’re such a good, gassy hog for me. Always lifting up your fat thighs to push out gas, or letting me know when big ones are coming so I can spread your massive ass cheeks and stick my face in there to get blasted. You constantly let out nasty, wet sounding farts when we’re in public, just like I told you to do. God it’s so hot when your slobby disgusting farts and massive obesity are realized by those around us and I get to wrap my arm around you and go “yes, the massive land whale that let out the minute long, loud, rancid fart currently stinking up this store is in fact mine.” While you smile proudly like the stupid indulgent fatass you are, happy that you made me happy.

I want my face to be a gaming chair for a cute, pretty guy for hours. Absolutely butt naked and has the case of swampass. Like,,, he'll just sweat, binge eat whatever or drink something while both of my arms and legs are spread and tied to each side of the bed so that I don't get myself off at all. Maybe I did cum untouched. Maybe I didn't until last minute. And he's just sitting on top of me while my nose is being destroyed with each putrid "PFFFBBRBRBBBBT". His sweat and ass musk fucking reeks. It just feels steamy and my face is overall getting hotter by the minute. He even forces me to take his farts down my throat so that when he is in a call with his friends, they don't question him. Hopefully they don't hear me gagging on it. Or moaning of pure bliss.

Bonus: Anytime he rips ass and his controller vibrates, he presses it against my clit to tease me and make me whine.

Okay holy shit… I managed to learn how to upload audio on mobile (Thank you CloudFountain), so here’s my Thanksgiving farts, a portion of them.. I never fart like this Unless it’s after a huge meal, which is what I had (not to mention about three gallons of milk). Still, even with that these were fucking huge, you probably shouldn’t expect anything like this until next Thanksgiving (Or maybe Christmas) Happy whatever it is you’re celebrating

——————————————- Okay, here it *finally* is. I just started and audio is already late… Sorry for the wait! If you still can’t listen, try using desktop