Me And My Friend Were Playing Mario Kart Because We Were Bored And They Said, Whoever Wins Gets To Do

Me and my friend were playing Mario Kart because we were bored and they said, “Whoever wins gets to do whatever they want to the other person” and of course I agreed because I just had deviled eggs and I was so gassy. I won so I sat on her face and farted on her for a long time, ooo baby I loved the way she squirmed under my ass gagging because of how bad my gas was. After 30 minutes she gave up, so I removed my pants, and farted on her with only my underwear on. I was eating these cheese Pringles while sitting on her and ughhh it just made it worse, I love being lactose intolerant. I made her sniff my ass and rub my stomach while I gassed her pretty little face ugh it felt so fckn good. Mmm my farts were so wet and bubbly her poor little nose just couldn’t contain it.

i want to fart so loud and so much that you have to turn up the tv to hear our movie over the groaning of my ass

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.

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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 :)

Oh to be some pervy CEOs naive secretary.... He's obsessed with every part of me...especially my cute round belly and my fat ass that barely fits in my pencil skirts anymore. It's not my fault! He's sooooo nice and keeps treating me to lunch and bringing me snacks at my desk!

One day he spikes my coffee with laxatives and watches as I pout and whine as my belly gurgles and roars. He instructs me to bend over his desk while I fart my poor brains out

"Don't worry sweetie, it'll feel better this way" he sees as he pushes up my skirt and starts fondling my ass as I rip against him....soon his grinding himself away against my ass, cuumming in his suit as I whimper about how bad I need to excuse myself with each wet, hot burst...

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A loud trumpet blast hits your face, an eggy smell making its way up your nose. A bet, it was a dumb bet that I didn’t think I could lose but here I am. A few inches from Brett’s bubble butt constantly blasting my face. Singeing my nose hair and blowing back my hair. Fogging up my glasses only for the spray of sweat glistening down his cheeks clearing the fog.

“Alright boys here comes another one” Brett says to his gaming buds on the mic.

Ppprrrttt

“Oh that one was smaller than I thought. Lucky y… “ A loud gurgle interrupted a Brett as a devilish grin grew on his face. You couldn’t see his face but you were shaking in fear of what was to come. “Guess your luck has just run out. Listen to this one boys” Brett says. The smell hitting you before you even hear the blast begin.

First it was dry and loud, akin to an orchestra loud and overpowering. A horrid smell but nothing you’re not already used to. After a two minute uproar it was still going strong but got quoted and wetter spraying your face with sweat. The air quality only getting worse as the smell of a barn begins sweeping throughout the room.

“You bro it sounds sick. Be happy y’all aren’t here!” Brett says laughing with each breath.

At minute five you thought it was over quiet apart from Brett’s laughter and then a sight of relief broke his laughter. A vile smell the worst thing you’ve ever smelled entered your nose. You kept gagging not being able to breathe until everything went dark. Brett still ripping for another minute before realizing he couldn’t feel your breath hitting his cheeks anymore.

“Oh look like he passed out. Well that doesn’t mean I stop”

“get up, baby.”

“i can’t,” i whine, a belch escaping. i place a hand on my swollen stomach and look up at you. “i just…hn…ate…my weight in fast food.”

“not quite,” you tease, reaching down and giving one of my ample love handles a shake. i release a louder, sloppier burp and sigh.

“get up, piggy,” you insist again, offering out your hands this time. i lift my ham-like arms with as much effort as i can muster and take your hands. all my flesh shifts forward as you help lift my upper half. i inch upward, the enormous pressure in my gut paining me as i lift upward.

as my belly begins to droop between my thighs, i can feel a sharp, growing ache that culminates into an angry, tremendous fart tearing through the air under my bulk. i collapse back against the softness of the bed, gasping for air as an even bigger, bubblier expulsion rumbles out of me, taking its time exiting my blubberous, fattened rear and tickling my thighs as i moan with relief.

“whew! feel better?” you ask with a grin and a cocked eyebrow. “keep it up. i’m gonna order delivery.”