I Am Desperately Trying To Stay Focused At Work But My Mind Keeps Fantasizing About Eating Someone Out

I am desperately trying to stay focused at work but my mind keeps fantasizing about eating someone out and I try to come up for air but they just grab the back of my head and push me back down.

"You don't need more air, I got some for you down where you belong" they say to me as they rip a bubbly fart with my face so close to their ass. They groan with relief as the smell hits me and I start to choke on the rotten egg stink.

"Oh there's plenty more where that came from and you're gonna be down there all night, darling." I hear above me as they use their grip on my hair to direct me and my tongue like their toy. I am open and dripping at the thought of taking all their gas and making them feel good for as long as they want.

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I'm about to embarrass myself with these thoughts hehe I think I got a good prompt out of this one

Your fave is on a carousel. They have been walking around with their friends at the carnival, snacking on greasy carnival food all day. Your fave has been holding back a huge amount of gas, and when they get on the gently-moving carousel ride, they can't help but rip long, burbling farts against the seat that drone on and on, petering off with warm and wet bubbles against their now moist jeans. Each release feels almost orgasmic, every bassy toot that vibrates the seat, every wet, fetid fart that lasts 10 seconds, and the occasional hot, hissing fart that rids their stomach ache. Once they get off the carousel, their queasy stomach now feels much better.

But their friends, some of which were sitting behind your fave, tease them about how gassy they were and how badly the carousef stunk. It's up to you to decide whether your fave is embarrassed, or if they're too relieved to care

Bonus: The people who get on next comment on how awful it smells now. And even the person sitting on the ride your fave sat on comments how the seat is almost searing hot

Bonus Bonus: The ride needs to be closed down for a bit to get rid of the surrounding stink after many complaints

kinda wanna be fed a full can of baked beans washed down with cream before being taken to a fast food restaurant to be stuffed

i’ll already have squirming, aching, bloated insides by the time you have me waddled into the restaurant, and my forehead will be tinged with sweat from the combination of being so heavy, and the growing gas bubbles inside me.

my feeder sits me down at a table - i don’t fit in the booths, the metal chairs barely hold up under my weight, and my wide rear spills over each side, but it’s a place to rest and rub my angry belly.

soon my feeder is back with two laden trays, and i greedily stuff fries in my mouth with sausage fingers despite the ache in my gut. handfuls go down, and i’ve finished one flimsy cardboard container before i reach for a burger. the first greasy bite has been stuffed down my gullet and i belch through the mouthful as a college-age girl from a few tables over gives me a dirty look.

i eagerly chew another oversized bite of the burger in my chipmunk cheeks as the surprise gas works its way down and out of me in a purring, short toot.

“excuse me,” i manage, mouth full, but the last word is drowned out by a louder, building groan of a fart works its way out of my enormous ass, echoing loudly off the vinyl seat.

“oh, good piggy,” my feeder grins, leaning in. “i bet that felt really good, didn’t it, baby?” i nod eagerly as they pick up the burger and push it toward my eager mouth. “the less gas you have in that tummy, the more room for calories. and we want calories, don’t we piggy?” i confirm by pushing out a purring fart. i can’t bring myself to care about the other disgusted diners and staff, it just feels too good.

cw: dubcon, eproctophilia (farting, farting in mouth)

imaging being the secretary for the head of a big company, who is very stern and strict because she must be taken seriously. never appears with so much as a hair out of place.

you're always doing coffee runs for her, getting her lunch, things like that. you're a little surprised the greasy food she always requests, but who are you to question it?

one day you come in at the end of her lunch break, and you hear her let out a groan as she leans back in her chair.

"something wrong?" you ask innocently.

"yes, actually, i could use your help." you fail to notice the mischievous glimmer in her eyes. "come here."

you shiver a bit under her commanding voice, and move to the side of her desk she's sitting behind. "I need you to crawl under my desk for me."

"what?"

"are you going to help me or not?"

as you crawl under her desk, a bit cramped, she pushes her chair further in, boxing you in with her legs. your eyes widen as she hikes up her tight pencil skirt and pulls her panties to the side, exposing herself to you. you watch as her asshole twitches, letting out a soft puff of air that you immediately smell.

"i have a meeting coming up this afternoon, as you're well aware. but i cant have the room stinking when it does."

when you open your mouth to question what exactly that means, you feel her grab the back of your head and pull you forward, lips pressed against her asshole. you gasp, and right as you do, she pushes out a bubbly fart right into your mouth. you cough and try to pull away, but her grip on you is too tight, there's no room to scramble backwards either.

by the end of the afternoon, you've become intoxicated by the smell and sound and taste of her. your coughs and gags have turned to moans with each fart - especially when you behaved well enough that she slipped her heeled foot between your legs and let you grind against it.

it becomes a post-lunch routine for the both of you ❤️

Heyy, 💨 here (this is the same gal from like the billion other asks)! Omg I remembered a little gassy incident I had a while ago that is even turning me on thinking about it and I thought I’d share, judging by how much you seem to love me talking about my farts and my love for them.

Anyways, so I went with some friends to the movies a while ago, and we got pizza before it as well as ice cream (I don’t know if you remember but I’m very lactose intolerant, but I drink/eat it anyways because I love how gassy it makes me and the farts that come with it ☺️) anyways, so we’re walking to the movie theaters after our meal and my stomach is already bubbling like crazy. And my god was I turned on, I did hide it tho.

So while we’re walking I let out a few and holy shit were these good. They were super wet and bubbly and almost sounded like they were boiling, and felt really warm and kinda spicy. Anyways, no one noticed luckily most likely because of the skin tight jeans I was wearing that hugged my ass and kinda muted the sound. So we get to the theater and I feel a brigade of farts pushing up against my asshole, and now I’m kinda worried because judging from how sour and eggy those last farts were, I knew it was only gonna get worse. So I hold it in and the second we get into the movie theater (which was packed) and get to our seats, I’m already squirming in my seat trying to hold this gas in. I was only able to hold it for about 5 minutes before I ripped this absolute MONSTER of a fart. And at the time I was embarrassed but thinking about it from what I remember turned me the fuck on. It was super bassy, very wet to the point where it sounded like it was literally just liquid shit that was boiling, and my god was it loud. The second this thing finishes and I look around, people are staring and I wanted to DIE. I could hear people around me gagging, and my friends laughing their asses off, while I, am sitting, turned on and embarrassed. So I run to the bathroom and when I pulled down my pants and sat down it was really bad diarrhea. Like BAD. And when I looked at the damage in my panties, it was super messy in there and I had a small wet stain on my jeans. And once I finished, I sniffed my underwear, satisfied my fetish, and went back to watch the movie. I did fart like 7 other times and had to go to the bathroom at lease 2 times after that, but my god was that fucking amazing. Anyways, as always have an amazing day, and I have WAY more fart stories if you want them. 🤭

also, your last ask response to the other anon talking about farting in public had me horny as hell girl. Love ya!

my gosh that’s soooooo hot. I totally would’ve comforted you, rubbed your belly to have helped you push it out. Then follow you to the bathroom 🤭

I love the bassy ones like they’re so hotttttt. I can just imagine the looks and stares you got from that monster of a fart. That’s so hot. I’m curious did anyone notice the wet stain in your jeans? How big was it?

Anyway you’re so hot and totally my tumblr crush