fart and walk away queen

hello! this is an eproctophilia centered blog. i post fantasies, stories, requests, thoughts, and sometimes art

please call me fox. i am a 22 year old femme lesbian (she/her, les4les)

i am primarily interested in eprocto, with an emphasis on being submissive to a dominant butch or masc lesbian

other kinks include armpits, musk, body hair, feet/socks/shoes, minor slob, ass/body worship, petplay, and olfactophilia

i am not interested in copro, emeto, eructo, omo, rimming, or anything involving men

DNI: minors, terfs, proship, blogs involving rape/noncon/cnc, incest/fauxcest, ageplay, misogyny/patriarchy, or dykebreaking kinks

DMs (no men) and asks/requests open! :)

tags:

stories, drabbles, requests: #fox writes

non-request asks, short posts: #fox talks

you hear a front door slam shut faintly in the video, and sit up attentively. the chat picks up, everyone else seemingly doing the same. shortly thereafter, a beefy, chiseled masc woman enters the room, dressed in a black sports bra and light gray cargo sweatpants. there's a soft sheen of sweat shining on her skin and a duffel bag over her shoulder.

"ugh, the gym was packed today," she bemoans, settling into the room, comfortably taking up space. "couldn't even let a little one slip out. i'm so bloated." she rests a hand over her stomach, the valleys of her abs visible through a healthy layer of fat. the chat erupts with excited anticipation. "protein goals are no joke."

not one to keep you hanging, she waltzes closer to the camera, the soft curls of her happy trail now visible. she doesn't even make a face of exertion as she bends slightly at the hips, letting a long, deep, bassy fart escape her.

"mmm," she groans with a relieved smile, her hand circling her abdomen. "finally. been holding these forever."

fartsex67: uuuugh fuck omg

femme4farts: in my face next time

only a few seconds pass before she rips another hot one, cocking her leg up slightly to let it leak out of her. it bubbles on thickly for ten seconds. your crotch is tingling, so you move your hands to the keyboard.

you: turn around

"desperate," she comments, scanning over the chat. "i was at the gym a bit longer than usual, so i guess i can give you guys some pity."

she turns around, the muscular globes of her cheeks clear even from beneath the baggy fabric, her back toned from her shoulders to her tailbone. she reaches down to either side of her cheeks, pressing them together. the fart that escapes her is burbling and intense and highly titillating. another soft sigh of relief drifts out of her before she gives a quiet hmmph- and rips more long, wet ass. "ugh, damn. that was a good one."

FartCushionGirl donated $5.00!

FartCushionGirl: take the sweats off <3

"aww, how generous," the camgirl touts. "guess i have to now, just for you."

she makes a show out of playing with the waistband of her sweats, teasingly slow as she works her way out of them, incrementally revealing the dark heather gray of her boxers. the sumptuous mounds of her ass strain against her underwear, a dark streak of sweat licked up her crack. her hands come back up to squish and play with the doughy flesh, the valley of her cheeks molding and morphing under the pressure. the next fart she lets out visibly warbles the fat of her cheeks, purring bubbly and loud, the moisture from the sweat trapped in between her ass amplifying the wetness. you feel your mouth begin to water as you lean in closer to the screen.

FartCushionGirl: worth

"mmm," the camgirl moans, inhaling through her nose with a smile. "smells so good." you believe her, fantasizing about the poignant stench, and how swampy her room must be. the wetness between your legs has been gradually spreading, and you're itching to relieve yourself.

the camgirl seems to know this and starts to ramp it up. she tugs her camera closer, her ass engulfing the entire screen. you can smell the piquant musk of her sweat-stained boxers through your laptop. still pressing her cheeks together, she rips more burbling ass, louder with her body closer to the microphone. a moaning sigh of relief followed by the distinct sound of sniffing sounds above her ass. "ooh, i wish i had one of you here to sniff these up for me."

multiple women in the chat begin to fight over who deserved that position most.

she keeps giving her viewers exactly what they want -- long, hot, wet, bassy, bubbly, nonstop farts. her moans gradually drift from alleviation to arousal, higher in octave and resonating from the top of her throat, interspersed with more frantic sniffing. she's saying all the right things, too: "oh my god, that feels so good," "fuck, it smells...", "yeah, that's right, be a good girl and huff it all up." you don't know if it's theatrics for her audience or if she really enjoys this, but right now, you don't care, and your hand is slipping into your bottoms to work yourself up.

the model bends over, revealing the soaked crotch of her boxers. well, maybe she really did enjoy this.

she moves to the bed on the left side of the screen. climbing onto it, laying on her back, propped up on her pillows, with her thighs spread wide open. the darker patch of moisture is on full display now, and her hand runs down the front of her body sensually. "i'm nowhere near close to done," she sighs, circling her belly a few times as her hand runs over it. her fingers then dip further down, lightly toying with herself over the fabric of her boxers.

she tilts her head back and lets out a rippling, swampy fart, sniffing and moaning loudly, the wetness from her sweaty ass and arousal making her farts particularly sloppy. you rub yourself as she continues to leak explosive gas, wishing you could be burying your nose in between her toned cheeks, huffing the ripe, warm farts that bubbled out of her.

"ooh, fuck, that's so fucking good," she keens, wafting the damp, potent gas up to her face and smiling, drawing tighter circles over herself. "come fucking smell this shit, babes, it's delicious."

SmartFella: yes ma'am yes ma'am

femme4farts: im licking my screen

FartCushionGirl: involve me.

the camgirl's moans are picking up in frequency as heady, deep farts purr sputteringly out of her. you're starting to reach your crest too, wishing you could be under her in that moment, nose lodged in the valley of her dank boxers and eagerly sniffing every last one of her farts.

"yes, yes, sniff it all for me," she urges frantically. "that's it, good girl, keep sniffing my farts, baby." you're moving frantically too now, hand working vigorously in tandem with the model, groaning aloud and nearly drooling as you watch her fat ass wobble with her own masturbation, making her farts stutter as they leak out of her.

an especially long, deep, bubbly fart ripping from her is what did her in -- and you, too, shaking as the intense, brain-melting noise fills your ears, intensified by her erotic moaning.

with your snout nudged up against a cargo pants seam, the first brother to take to you lets out a potent, rumbling fart, heavy and ripe in your nostrils and vibrating against your face. the other brothers giggle in their drunkenness, little gasps and "oooh, wow,"s and "jeez,"s in response to your predicament, playing it up by fanning the smell away. she reaches back and grabs your hair, rocking your face side-to-side in between her hefty cheeks, letting a few more brassy, heady rips purr into your face, the smell taking hold in your pores. you take deep breaths through your nose, sighing on the exhale, letting the stench sop into your olfactory nerve and the bubbly sounds bounce around in your brain.

you're passed around indiscriminately, the torment seemingly nonstop, soft mockeries persistently thrown your way. you go without coercion, letting strong hands ease your head where they wanted it. "that's it, sniff it all up," someone urges into your ear with your face smushed into another brother's briefs, her jeans around her knees. her boxers are damp and swampy, the earthy musk emanating from them seasoning every burbling fart that heats your face, humid and poignant and tantalizing. while the brothers were drunk off busch apple, you grew lightheaded and woozy with your own gas-induced intoxication.

two brothers sit you in the corner, one having forgone her pants, the remaining boyshorts riding into her ass, the other with their jeans pulled a quarter down their cheeks, a few inches of musky crack visible above the waistband. they sandwich your face in between four plush globes of ass, their raunchy farts sputtering against your head, pungent and smoggy and fully encapsulating your senses. you can't help but moan audibly now with the olfactory input doubled, hot, bubbling beer farts fumigating the last of your fresh air.

with arousal getting the better of you, you turn your head towards the visible upper crack in your face, opening your mouth and letting your tongue dip just inside the doughy cleavage, feeling the pliant flesh mold to the muscle, little wisps of body hair tickling your lips. the strength of their next rip sends vibrations through their fat, cushiony cheeks and over your prodding tongue, making your eyes flutter back and your mouth water so expeditiously as the syrupy reek settles on your tastebuds that a dollop of saliva drips down your chin.

"damn," they muse above you, looking over their shoulder upon feeling your bold oral exploration. "you like sniffing our nasty farts that much? freak."

"hey, be nice to the pledges," the second brother objects. "you don't want them to... tap out, do you?" with that, she forces your face (and tongue) out of their ass and back to hers, letting a particularly bubbling and explosive fart warble into your nose and against your mouth, sticky and ripe and so hot. the other brother smirks and adds onto the revolting offense by pushing out another repugnant, burbling fart, the scents mingling in a dense, poignant concoction and the cacophony of loud, bubbly sounds going straight to your crotch. you huff like your life depends on it, the thick, muggy warmth filling your lungs.

you don't know how many hours into the hazing it was when a delivery driver deposits mexican on the house's porch, or when a brother brings it down into the basement. "fuel," they tell you from your spot on your knees, a thoroughly farted-through pair of boxers discarded over your face. "so you won't have to worry about us running out anytime soon."

now full of greasy fast food and refried beans and lingering beer bloat, their farts are somehow worse, and more frequent. you just close your eyes, moaning and nearly drooling, crotch on fire as you helplessly accept the onslaught, rancid, intense, steamy ass blasting you from all angles, seeping into the sulci of your brain, making you dumb. your face is squished in between someone's asscrack, then sandwiched again between two, then three, then four. your face is sat on, surrounded, and smothered in drunk, meat-sweating asses, farts dripping out of them in deep, burbling wafts, hammering against your skull and drilling your nose. you were positive this would cling to you for days.

sunrise was approaching by the time they ease up. you were a panting, wet mess, sweating and soaking in a pool of your own arousal. "getting tired? yeah, us too." one brother pets a hand over your hair, both condescending and comforting. taking this as a cue the night was over, you stand and begin to leave, but you're caught by the arms on both sides. "what do you think you're doing? you're sleeping here. under the covers of whoever wants you most. a little dutch oven never hurt anyone, did it?"

it's very sexy to me to hear that people get off to my writing! and i think butches, mascs, and gnc lesbians are very sexy too and deserve to have some niche kink content that they can see themselves in and/or are the focal point of desire in

oh anon don't tease me with the fantasy of not only having a girlfriend, but one who would indulge me </3 but to entertain it for a moment, esp in a realistic sense...

i imagine slipping it into a normal sex scene. she's riling me up by going soft and slow, all making out and heavy petting, before beginning to kiss my neck and down my body. when her fingertips brush my thighs and graze over the damp crotch of my panties and i'm raring to go, she'll say something like "you won't believe what i ate today," in a low, husky voice to insinuate what's to come. this, of course, makes me giddy with excitement and embarrassment.

laying on my back, she'd eat me out face-down ass-up, her butt looming high behind her. like this, she'd rip a few good, hot, bubbly ones, which would make my hips buck involuntarily into her mouth while i try to limit my inhales to shallow sniffs, as if to instill plausible deniability at how much i love it. she smirks, looking up at me through a lidded gaze, knowing exactly what it's doing to me. when i'm inches from snapping, she'd flip around into a 69, letting my nose settle in between her clothed cheeks. already so close to climax, it would only take a couple more raunchy farts purring right up my face and into my nose to top me off, practically drooling from the mouthwatering smell and the burbly sounds turning my brain into mush.