Gassy Hog

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.

So this happened a couple of days ago. I don’t usually post non-voiced audio but this was a special case. There was more both before and after the recording but I managed to get all this at one time. 

This is what happens when I drink way too much milk than I should have….

imagine you and your fave on a camping trip. you're off the beaten path in a safe but isolated spot in a forest, trees and brush all around. given its just the two of you, you both have the same tent to sleep in, and you're both excited to spend the next four days hiking and admiring the nature around you.

it's around the third night when you notice your fave looking uncomfortable as you both sit by the fire while you eat dinner. you'd been surviving on canned meals and dried fruits while you were away from civilisation, and you ask if their stomach is alright. they brush you off, telling you not to worry, and continue eating, but the discomfort on their face doesn't ease.

that night, you're woken by a long, loud fart from your fave within their sleeping bag, the volume only matched by the deep snore that follows. you try to ignore it and get back to sleep, but another burbling fart escapes their ass, droning for a few seconds as they sleep. you can't help but flush as you realise this was the source of their discomfort, and while their sleeping bag is containing the worst of the stench, after a few more wet rumblers from your friend, the tent starts to heat up with the potent gas. with the floodgates opened, their ass doesn't stop talking for the rest of the night.

the final day of the trip, your fave is in obvious discomfort. their stomach is bulging well past the limit of their pants, and while you're making breakfast they give in and unbutton, holding their near spherical tummy with a wince. they rub their distended gut beneath their shirt, the fabric lifting every time to give you a glimpse of their taut skin, and you're about to question them again when a dense, trumpeting note escapes them, dragging on and on as they clutch at their belly. it's obtrusively loud in the quiet forest, slowly growing deeper and more wet with every second that ticks by, and when it finally peters off they slump back into their chair in obvious relief.

"Excuse me," they mutter breathlessly, and you can't be certain what to say. all you know is that they're still rubbing their bloated belly, and their huge release barely seemed to deflate them at all.

(scat bonus below)

you ask again if they're alright, and they're interrupted from answering by an urgent, wet rumble in the seat of their chair. you watch them pale and squirm, wriggling on their seat. increasingly concerned, you press them, and they sheepishly admit that they haven't dumped in the four days you've been camping - to avoid having to shit in the woods, they had planned to hold it.

with another series of spluttering farts that are clearly uncontrollable, your fave shoots up and hurries to the nearest line of trees, their ass and legs pressed extremely tight together. with barely enough time, they drop into a high squat with their trousers just past their thighs, their back against the tree. their cheeks are already parted around a monstrously thick, dense log that surges out of their hole, dragging down steadily to the forest floor and coiling before breaking off partway. you can't help but stare as an equally long, equally solid turd follows the first, and the look on your fave's face as it drags out of them is nothing short of orgasmic. they pant and groan as the second log slips out, their stretched hole winking with a little splutter of gas before yawning open again, making way for a third, shorter loaf that falls onto their frankly unbelievable pile beneath them. you cannot understand how they could even fit so much was inside them, and the moan of relief from your fave only confirms that they were completely at their limit.

your fave goes to stand back up, leaning heavily against the trunk behind them, but they wince and manage to push out one, two little chunks that drop wetly below. the end of their load is signalled by the bassy rush of gas that shoots one final pebble of shit out of them, their guts finally, well and truly empty.

it's up to you if your fave is utterly mortified by the experience, or too dazed in their relief to even care.

Another eprocto compilation for your enjoyment (^_^)

Casual slobbiness. Someone that rips the sloppiest, nastiest, wettest, bubbliest, grossest farts imaginable as if it was nothing. No change in facial expression, they didn't force it out at all, just let it slip out on it's own. They don't bring any attention to it at all afterwards.

And if you ask them about it they'll say it was "just a fart, no big deal" while the air around them is nearly unbreathable from the stench.

And they do this constantly, no matter the setting they're in and with little regard for anyone around.