Last Night I Decided To Have A Late Night Stuffing With Some Greasy Burgers And Fries, And I Knew It

Last night I decided to have a late night stuffing with some greasy burgers and fries, and I knew it would come back and make me an utter mess today. While at work I feel my stomach start to bubble, and I felt a small fart slip out of me while helping someone. After a brief blush, I decide to head off to the bathroom.

I couldn’t have guessed just how this visit would go. Once I make it in there and I took a seat in the stall, one of the loudest farts I think I’ve ever passed roared out, instantly making my face go red.

But it didn’t stop there. Blast after blast, the gas just wouldn’t stop ripping from my ass, each one louder than the last. I knew I wasn’t alone in there, someone was already in before I had started and some had come and gone. Here they were, being made into an audience for my symphony of brass, and me unable to stop myself.

Eventually a full five minutes passed, and everyone else had left. Yet there I was, still pushing out the remnants of gaseous pressure from within me. After another minute or two, it finally settled down and stopped, leaving me feeling the burning embarrassment on my face of what I had just done, insanely turned on by the amount of air that was now no longer trapped in me.

Returning back to work featured a very wry smile on my face knowing what I had done~

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 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.

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

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...