Fartersboy

So disrespectful

against every rule of table manners.

So hot to hear them vibrate the chair beneath them

Omg especially if someone is under the table, or behind them watching them fart

Of course burping at the table is hot, not as hot as farting imo

Bonus,

someone who’s into it smelling where they just sat to get off on the smell…(themself or a partner, especially in secret lol)

farting ON the table….

But the idea is in her head, the idea that 'Victoria the good girl' has been replaced, her identity removed by Victoria the smelly girl. She seems reluctant to even go to work, afraid of embarrassing herself.

But you want her to embarrass herself.You insist she go. Her texts throughout the day are composed at first, but rapidly becoming undone:

"No smell yet, haha, guess I'm just not really built for body odor lol ;)"

"One of my coworkers actually complimented me on my perfume lmao"

"OK, I just put my arms up to grab something and there's...there's a bit of odor there."

You pounce on the opportunity. You demand that she goes to the company bathroom,locks herself in a cubicle, and sniffs her armpits and feet in a video for you.

For five minutes, you just get dots. She's struggling. Eventually, she just sends two words:

"Ew, Gross."

You change her name in the chat to Victoria the smelly girl. And that seems to remind her of her place. 30 minutes later, you get the video. She's flustered and embarrassed, tentatively making small talk as she slowly peels her shoes and socks off. She starts with her feet first.

"OK, there's just normal, they're just."

You catch the flutter of embarrassment in her cheeks. She's noticed the smell, and it's doing something to her, something she can't hide. She moves on quickly to her armpits

"OK, OK, so they don't.....They don't smell bad, but they're uh, they're uh, a little fragrant ok?"

The admission causes her to shut down, she ends the video quickly. But you want more. You text again:

"Victoria. A smelly girl does what she's told. I want your coworkers to notice you. I want you to fart around them for me."

This time, her response is quick

"Absolutely fucking NOT, are you out of your mind? I'm not doing embarrassing myself for you like that!"

"Yes, you will. What are you, Victoria?"

"I'm, I'm not fucking doing that, ok?"

"It's fucking gross, and embarrassing and humiliating."

"It's not like me, I'm not doing it."

"I'm......."

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"I'm a smelly girl."

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She gets home from work breathless, and hopelessly flustered. You already know she did it. Victoria, the clean, beautiful, put together, preppy fashionista, just farted near someone deliberately. And, as you slide your hand down her skirt, you realize that that isn't even the most embarrassing part.

The most embarrassing part is that it made her wet.

You couldn't get away even if you wanted to, their weight being far more than yours.

"If you can guess what I had, I'll let you go." They wink.

You've probably seen them before and just didn't know what there were called, so here you ago You learn something new everyday!

Anyways I've been thinking about them a lot recently. Like just imagine you're on a date with someone at an arcade and you've been playing games for hours and you both ate a lot of greasy arcade food. A giant pizza, fried mushrooms, onion rings, hot wings, the works! And a big soda to help wash it all down.

Your date decides they want to play one of these games and they pull you inside and you both sit down and give the game some credits. As you're playing the game you can see your date place their hand across their stomach it rub it softly and they look visibly uncomfortable, so much so they can barely focus on the game. Before you can ask them what's wrong they look towards you and sheepishly say "I'm sorry" before they lift up their leg and let out a low, bubbly fart into the vinyl cushion they're sitting on. Since it's semi-enclosed, especially with the curtain closed the smell would linger for a bit as you try your best not to focus on the smell and reassure them that it's okay.

All of that greasy, fried food is getting to them as they continue to let out deep, bassy farts until you both finish the game. You try to hide your visible arousal as they smile at you and tell you how much they've been really enjoying the date. They look around and see a photo booth tucked away in the back corner of the arcade and turn back to you with a slight smirk on their face.

"How about we go take some pictures to cement this occasion? And to be honest with you...I'm still really gassy and I need to let it all out."