Imagine This: You Fill Up Your Sub With Awful Foods That Make Them Super Gassy And Then Force Them To

imagine this: you fill up your sub with awful foods that make them super gassy and then force them to hold it alllll in until you cock warm them later <333 and you just slowly feel them break and fart all over you anyway because no matter how plugged up they get , it HAS to come out.

OR you finally pull out and their hole becomes so stretched out that they just immediately unload the worst farts all over you

Went down a strange path on reddit earlier and omfg... The fact that men farting during sex is a common occurrence, they'll be all suave and use all kinds of weird methods to avoid it when you first start dating but once you've been together for a while they'll just let loose. Being in missionary and feeling someone's bubbly farts pop against your skin, slide between your crevices until that powerful nasty stench reaches your nose. He doesn't even mind cuz he's used to how bad his gas smells, but you can't fucking handle it. The warmth of your body heat making his ass sweat, having that sweat drip down onto you fucckkkk, ripping ass on every thrust and leaning down into your neck, kissing and sucking when all that movement causes him to burp right against you. He'd apologize but neither of you would want to stop, either the pleasure will outweigh the disgust or your disgust might transition into something else...

thinking about a person being so gassy that their ass leaks farts like a faucet. any time they aren’t clenching their asshole, these hot burning silent farts are slowly hissing out of them. & they’re almost inaudible, but they smell like spicy death. like they’d burn the hair in yr nostrils if you got too close. the poor person trying to discreetly rub their belly to soothe the cramps, knowing that holding them in only makes it worse. but if they let loose, everyone would not only smell but also hear their raunchy emissions from across the room. they try to sit still, maybe doing whatever little things they can to avoid losing control. wiggling from side to side, pressing their ass into their seat, sticking their hand between their legs & pressing against their hole. eventually they have to move, maybe they drop something or stumble a little as they stand & their body lurches forward. they grip their tummy out of reflex & groan uncontrollably as a disgustingly bubbly fart rips through them & blasts whatever unfortunate souls are within a 6 foot radius.

scat below the cut :)

the first blast is only a premonition of what’s to come. as the pent up methane leaves their belly, it starts to churn up more than just gas. they desperately clench again & apologize profusely to those around them as they sprint to find a bathroom. each step is agonizing, & also releases pops of rancid gas as they get closer & closer to completely losing control. when they finally reach the restroom, their jaw drops at the hastily scrawled “out of order” sign. as if in defiance, their tummy growled as they felt a large mass make its way down towards the exit. they knew they weren’t gonna last much longer. their eyes watered as they frantically search their surroundings for something, anything, that may spare their underwear from destruction (if it’s not already marked with more than just sweat). what they might choose in their desperate mindset…. who knows. their embarrassment can’t get any worse, right? maybe they break into the broken bathroom & fill the non-operating toilet to the brim. maybe the door is locked & they drop their pants right in front of it & leave a steaming gift in front of the inconvenient sign. maybe there’s an (also out of order) drinking fountain that’s the perfect height to bend over & let loose into. maybe they spot a potted plant & give it a little extra fertilizing. so many possibilities :)

i swear a friend of mine has some aspect of this kink because she loves blowing up bathrooms, farting in front of people, etc in the name of it being funny. well, when i was home during christmas she visited my parent’s place for a couple days and ate some week-old fish that my father had left in the fridge. every last bite. she was okay overnight and on christmas morning, but around noon on christmas she started ripping these short, wet, loud poots. i caught her rubbing and patting her belly a couple times afterwards, too. she doesn’t really acknowledge them out loud anymore, more just a habit, but MAN were they bad. throughout the day, i secretly thought it was really hot that they got louder and longer 😵‍💫 we got in the car to go to a party for a few hours in the evening and even though the ride was only a few minutes, she was farting like crazy. it was just the two of us in the car and she had one window down, but i still got to smell it thankfully. the smell had gotten worse too, going from eggy that morning to rancid by the evening. she’s got an appetite, too. she ate a bunch of ribs and mashed potatoes leftovers for lunch, so she was visibly bloated and gassy. she had a bunch of snacks and drinks at the party. we tend to stick to each other in social events, and she was definitely venting some gas at points, usually when we were somewhat alone. after we got back to my parents place, she used the bathroom. the bathroom is right next to my bedroom and i heard a bunch of splattering sharts and liquid shit hitting the bowl. We both slept in my childhood room, in my bed, and she fell asleep pretty quick. it took me a while to doze off, partially because she was letting out these gross angry little toots under the covers every now and then. i wanted to scoot closer to her so badly but i just enjoyed the smell and the sound of her belly letting all that nasty gas out ❤️

jesus she sounds like an utter delight 🥴 it's hard to pick a favourite part when every detail is just so good - anyone being shamelessly gassy is so damn hot to me, and the fact she was clearly dealing with the effects from that fish all day while you were right next to her 👀 and hearing her rip ass at the party too hhhhh like I wouldn't be able to keep from blushing through all that 😵‍💫

"Alright kids stay safe!" You heard the dilf on the bench next to yours say. You'd been eyeing him up during your whole lunch but he hadn't really noticed you being distracted by his kids. Now they'd gone off to play though you wondered if you could make a move. Your brain ceased coherent thoughts however as you saw him adjust his position and inadvertently flex his denim-clad ass cheeks. He kept on adjusting himself seeming uncomfortable until he raised up his ass a little.

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The fart echoed against the park bench and the stink soon followed reaching your nose. The man looked around sighing until he noticed your shocked expression.

"Oh sorry there boy." Even if he farted his deep southern accent was still so sexy. "Beans for breakfast always makes me fire off!"

"Oh, it's fine.." You stammered, it wasn't really fine, it stunk but you weren't gonna offend this undeniably sexy man no matter how gassy he was.

"Thanks for understanding boy." The way he called you boy made you shiver. He walked over to your bench and sat next to you offering his massive rugged hand for you to shake. You took his hand a little too quickly as you introduced yourselves.

"Your kids seem sweet." You regained a little composure.

"Hah yeah they sure are, that's why I'm keeping them safe from the gas." He grabbed an ass cheek making you blush a little. "Also the reason why I'm now single." He chuckled lightheartedly. You smiled a little at this new information.

You laughed along with him. "Ah well it's a guy thing isn't it." You cocked a knee in his direction hoping to impress him.

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The blast felt warm against your ass and you were proud of yourself. The smell was pretty raunchy too. To your surprise the older man openly sniffed in your direction sighed satisfied after he got a good whiff.

"Whew boy after a few lessons you could be as stinky as me!" He patted you on the back, his hand lingered making you blush again.

He pointed a finger in your direction. "Pull it if you dare boy." Even if you knew it would stink, you doubted there was nothing you wouldn't do if this guy was asking.

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The smell around your bench grew dense as the fart cloud aimed in your direction invaded your nose. You coughed harshly as he laughed.

"Hah should have gotten you to brace yourself." After coughing you maybe stared at his tight ass still aimed at you a bit too long. "Or maybe you want another?" He winked suggestively.

You were blindsided, your brain still not functioning right, the fart stench was probably getting to you. "Uhhhhh..." you just looked up at him.

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You swore you could see his cheeks rumbling as the dense stink became exponentially stronger making you grip your nose as you dry heaved.

"Heh took your silence as permission." He took a deep whiff once more. "Nothing beats your own brand!" He huffed. You couldn't help it, that ass and masculine stench was making you hard.

"Just as I thought." He has seen the tent you'd pitched. He explored his pockets and pulled out a crumpled business card. You grabbed it still in recovery but still eager. You rolled your eyes reading it, of course he was a farmer. "In case you want those fart classes." He winked again rubbing your thigh.

"Daddy, daddy!" Before you could reply you both heard the sound of the two kids approaching.

He quickly changed demeanour. "Wait over there kids!" He got up letting out a sharp puff of gas in your direction. "This stink is just for you to enjoy." As you watched him walk out of the rancid gas cloud he'd created you tried to slow your beating heart wondering how long you'd have to wait before getting your first lesson.

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