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someone who farts openly and without shame/only mild embarrassment but they’re like polite about it. i can’t be the only one who’s into that. they let one out and say “excuse me” but it’s not even in a cocky way, it’s like it’s just nothing. or, again, maybe just mild embarrassment, but not enough to keep them from doing it. they rip one and they get just a tiny red in the face and they’re like “god, sorry, i had a big lunch and my stomach kinda hurts, it’s gonna be like this for a while”. not cocky, not humiliated, just like.. somewhat apologetic.
i feel like as a community theres always only talk about obnoxious, cocky farters or super embarrassed subby ones but there’s a whole world of fart related mannerisms guys…. open your hearts and minds and souls and legs……..
Not even gonna hide frm the fandom tags for this one I NEED that fucking wetfartboy... The sadist in me would KILL to see waterboy desperate for release, his bloated stomach stretching his wetsuit. He's literally MADE for this bs, the fact he's so awkward and inappropriate and HONEST!?!? Stammering while explaining, he was trying to be quiet in the bathroom, trying to avoid humiliation, but he just leans into it more by overexplaining himself. There's a scene at the housewarming party where he's coming out of the bathroom and uhm, ngh just imagining him having to maneuver that tight tight wetsuit in such a small space, fully removing it just buttass naked, trying to quietly relieve himself but knowing if he can still hear them they can most likely hear him...
I absolutely love it when someone looks back at their own ass in surprise. What they just let out, and whether they're embarrassed or not, they fan the air noticing how bad it was.
"Phew! Did that come out of me?"
THIS!! it's so cute when they're shocked and surprised like yes that came out of you buddy. Especially if the person is extremely attractive/gorgeous looking and they just blast it out of nowhere, not even meaning to. And yes the fanning away, trying to get rid of it .
Magic user who turns only into gassy animals is all fun and games, but what if after turning back this magic takes a while to fully dissipate and for the next week (or month...) they're producing the equivalent farts of whatever animal they turned into. So if they want to use this magic they need to contend with the fact that it's gonna have consequences.
Ooh that’s also a great idea! Also, maybe the longer they spend AS that animal, the longer that post-transformation gas period becomes.
Since I’m such a furry, I’d also love to see a few small animal features to show they’re still suffering from the consequences of the spell. Like, the magic user spends almost an entire day as a horse, and then for the next couple weeks, their ears taper up into furry horse ear points, and they have to cut holes in their robes for a small tail that managed to linger.
And, of course, they feel a drive to make huge bowls of oatmeal for breakfast (it’s hard to translate a craving for a horse diet into human food) and eat it by dipping their head into the bowl. It’s even more embarrassing when that new tail lifts and makes way for huge horse farts while they’re in the middle of eating.
Well I tried. You know I cant resist anything equine.
I'm not into farts as much as I am burps. Like the concept is really hot, but I feel like I dont really fit in with the rest of you gas-huffers (affectionate) because I have sensory hold-ups and would rather pluck each individual leg hair, follicle and all, then dip my leg in rubbing alcohol before I smell a fart/burp on purpose or get farted/burped on. I'm more into the feeling of relief, the lack of control, and the internal buildup.
Nonetheless, I tried to describe the farts as descriptively as I could because I love doing what I can to please people and provide for their kinks. Feedback is encouraged! I wanna know if I did good!
Here are the drawings to go along with the story even though I drew them before writing the story!
I wrote it pretty quickly, and made up this character on the spot as I was writing, so I can't promise novel-worthy quality, but I can promise lots of genuine effort and entertainment.
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Would love to see a mini follow up to your sleepwalking uncle caption. I’m imagining an “unintentional” dutch oven…
A follow on from this caption
Finally it's the last night of my uncle staying with us. This hell of breathing in his nightly emissions, that follow his sleep walking ritual of raiding the fridge of the food that upsets his stomach, will come to an end. I've had to keep the window open through the day to air out the room enough to sleep in it come the night, and the bedding has needed to be washed almost daily from his rotten gas stench that's clung to it. My pillowcase in particular, it's almost as if he's been coming in and sitting on the pillow and farting while I'm asleep, though I push that thought out of my mind as surely I'd have known if he was regularly farting in my face while I slept. There was only that one time, when I woke up, so unless while asleep he learned to be more stealthy it's impossible.
As I go to bed that night I'm excited that it's almost over, but a little apprehensive. My mom cooked a huge farewell meal. I'm bloated and stuffed from it myself, and my uncle ate more than twice as much as me. I dread to think what it'll be doing to his stomach. But try not to think about it and go to sleep. Drifting off to the peaceful thought of a better smelling tomorrow.
I'm woken by a bright light. Standing in my open bedroom door, hall light illuminating from behind his bulky frame, my uncle stood. I quietly slide a little down and pull the quilt over my head. I'll wait out his farts protected from the smell beneath the cover.
I can hear him step in to the room. The shuffle of his feet on the carpet. But no farts erupt. Silence. Then light blinds me again as my quilt is lifted up. From my position I can only see my uncles big, hairy, belly and his tattered old underwear stretched tight. He lifts his leg and at first I thought he was going to start farting, the quilt held up to expose me, but then he crouched down and got in to the bed. Without me being there on the bed for him to see he must have confused it for his room and thought it was his bed. With it up against the wall I had little room, to avoid being sat on I backed up as far as I could go, which pinned the quilt between me and the wall. Before I had chance to move and free myself he was sat in the bed, his thick legs pressing me more against the wall, his arms on top weighing me down. Almost pressing me down.
Trapped under the quilt I waited. Hoping he'd get up again. But instead he began to fart. Under the covers a foot from his ass I was hit by the smell. His wet lactose farts, sulphurous eggy farts, eye watering farts. They erupted from his ass and the temperature around me went up several degrees. I couldn't breathe anything but his gas. No matter which way I tried to move I was blocked, held or pushed. The only way I could potentially go was to climb over my uncle. I went to climb over him, but as I got half way there his arm moved and I was forced face down between his open legs. I couldn't see anything in the pitch black, but I could feel his bulge against my cheek. His sweaty balls. My nose was an inch from his ass and I could smell the farts on the sheets and his underwear.
PPPPPRRRRRBBBB
PPPPRRRBBBBPPPTTR
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As the three farts hit me I pulled myself back violently, wanting to get away as quick as possible. Pressed back up against the wall as much as I could, I inhaled the shit filled air. My uncle began to roll. In the darkness I could see nothing, but from the movement I knew his ass was coming round my way. I could smell it. It must have been just in front of me, I could feel the warm air emanating from it, the smell of stale farts and ass sweat. Another fart blew at my face. Before I could even react another movement and the ass was pressed back, straight on my face. Stuck now between the wall and my uncles ass.
The barrage of farts continued and no matter what I did I couldn't get free. I daren't not cry out as I'd have to open my mouth! But I hammed against him with my fists despite the warnings I'd been told of waking a sleepwalker, but it was to no avail. Fart after fart rippled across my face, the smell burning my nose hair as my lungs burned trying to find oxygen. I could feel the temperature getting unbearably hot. I was dehydrating from this dutch oven of my sleeping uncles making.
I don't know how long I was there pressed in to his ass, breathing in his farts. After around the thirtieth I think I passed out. The next thing I new I was waking up, under the quilt still, but no uncle. It was morning. The only sign he'd been there and it wasn't a horrible nightmare was the lingering smell that surrounded me. Feeling sick I threw the cover off me and fled my room.
At the breakfast table my uncle was sat there talking to my parents. He was dressed, and his bags packed next to him, ready to go. When I walked in he saw me and smiled.
"Morning! I was just telling your folks what an amazing night sleep I had last night. I feel so refreshed, I guess I must not have sleep walked at all last night. Probably the stress finally being over for me now I can move in to my own place again! Tell you what, once I'm all set up you'll have to come visit me there. It only has the one bed for now, but you don't mind sharing with your uncle for a night, do you?"
I need more platonic fart media. Like every video is always “oh you like these don’t you?” Where’s the videos holding eye contact with the camera, casually conversing with the viewer while apologizing every now and then about their awful gas. Where are the videos of a gassy dilf sitting beside you, rubbing his fat belly and fermenting the cushions with his farts. Where are the videos of your girl best friend letting you stay over for the night and accidentally giving you a Dutch oven in your sleep?
It doesn’t have to be videos, even audios, and erotica are usually the same situation, do I just have niche tastes? Please give me some recommendations if you have them, even if it’s paid content 🙏
FFF: Facetime-Farting Felix
[Most likely a one shot, but maybe I'll do mini's of him when I'm having a huge story block like I am rn LOL]
Riiiiiiing Riiiiiiiiiiing
I pick up my phone and see an incoming call from my friend, Felix. He's currently on vacation with his family, so I'm a bit surprised to hear from him. I decided to answer the phone only to drop it IMMEDIATELY in a flustered shock.
"Felix, why is your ENTIRE ASS OUT"
Holy shit the mound of cakes on this man is insane he is so lucky we are in separate places right now
"DUDE I'M BOOOOOOOOOORED" Felix complains, completely ignoring my question and letting out a groan, slamming his face into the pillow before peaking up, he pouts a little bit and says "Please entertain me...."
I sigh and pick up my phone off the floor, still blushing but also having a bit of a frustrated look on my face
"Fine, what do you wanna do?"
"I dunno man... hnngh-"
BPVVVRRRRRPPPTTT
He lets out possibly the BEEFIEST fart I've ever heard before continuing "I just don't wanna be alone man, gramps and granny are playing shuffle board and I'm stuck here with sushi gut and no AC so my ass is out my dick is swanging, I got HELLA gas-" brrpprprprtffft "and I can't do shit about it."
I just scoff at this "Maybe don't eat the sushi next time" I tease
"mAyBe JuSt DoN't EaT tHe SuSh- shut the fuck up man"
gRiirirRPRPPRPRPbptttpt
A growly and slightly wet fart escapes him
"Suck on that gay boy."
I laugh at this and say "Yeah, yeah, wuck my ass bi bitch"
He laughs back before saying "I mean I could if you want-"
I immediately get flustered again, I think he notices this cuz he smirks a bit and adjusts the camera up so I can see a bit more of his ass as he lays down on his stomach
"You know, you don't gotta beat around the bush with me dude, if you have a crush on me STILL after hearing my sushi blasts, I might actually have to date you"
I freak out at this, I've had a crush on Felix for years but I NEVER told him.... how long has he known??? And why is THIS the time he chooses to say something???
"I uh-" I get cut of with a meaty
bVROOOOOoooooooomPPpp
I stammer a bit before continuing "I uh- um.... I don't- h-how..... how long have you known?" I say, a bit worried what this means for our friendship to admit it
"Oh, for a while." He says casually "You got an awful poker face cutie" c-cutie? Is he flirting with me right now?
VRRRRRRRRRRRIIPPPPPPPPP
prrrrrrUUPPT
rrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRooooooouuuupp
3 consecutive farts come out of his ass, I see him lift it slightly with each blast, I can tell he needs to put a little effort in to force them out each time, biting his lips and closing his eyes slightly
"Honestly dude, don't sweat it." He continues "The feeling's been mutual for years I just never- URRRRRRRRP *hic* 'scuse me... never knew how to approach you cuz I'm always afraid OUUUUUUUUUURP you wouldn't be able to handle me at my worst"
VrrrrppppRT
After those 2 huge bleches, he punctuates his sentence with a fart and honestly... I just stare at him. I have no idea how else ro react. He is acting a bit strange though. I've heard him rip a few squeaky farts before but never like this... I then think back to his little hiccup after he burped.
"....Felix?"
"Yeah?"
"Was there alcohol at the sushi bar?"
"Yuh, *hic* why?"
"Are you drunk right now?"
"Eh, maybe"
That's a yes, no wonder he's acting like this, now I feel like I'm taking advantage of seeing his body like this.
"Um... I have to go do something with my sis- but uh.... if you're still bored we can play 8ball on our phones or something?" I decide to lie, wanting to leave so that I'm not getting this ass show for free, but also not wanting to leave him high and dry
I see him pout before he goes "Awwwww man... really? Alright that's good URRRP- oof.... well I hope you have a good night... and day.... or whatever..."
I just giggle at this, and say "You too, get some rest if you can, k?"
"Sure mom, OH by the way I have one last thing to tell you!"
I look him the eyes and see his face all serious yet seemingly a bit excited
"Yes?"
"Well....." he lifts his phone up and holds it behind his back, giving me a full view of his ass as if I waa laying behind him
VRIBBRPPRPRPPRUUUUUUUUUUURTTTtp
"Ah~ EAT THAT LOSER" he laughs and brings the phone to his face so I can only see his eyes and forehead "LOVE YOU BYE MMMMMMMWAH" he blows a fat kiss before hanging up and now I'm just laying in my bed... flabbergasted.... and hard as a rock if I'm being honest....
"Love you too..." I say to no one, before sighing, laying down in my bed, and looking to the ceiling "Maybe I'll call him tomorrow... I... I wanna know how serious he was"
[Teehee hope you enjoyed~ this was a fun change of pace for me and I might do a part 2, I doubt this will become a full series but I think a route where they (very obviously will) get together would be fun, we'll see. Bye bye for now!]
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Smell of experimentation
One of the few good things to come out of this quarantine is my boyfriend Colton and I becoming more adventurous in the bedroom. Since we’re stuck at home we’ve been trying out various kinks that have interested us, well mostly me. Over the past week we’ve tried all the kinks I’ve brought up while Colton hasn’t suggested any. I bring this up as we’re lying in bed.
I’m resting next to Colton with my head pillowed on his muscular chest. Another good thing to come out of this quarantine is Colton’s choice of clothing. These days, he’s only wearing a tight pair of boxer-briefs that show off his ripped body and highlighting his big ass. I swear, from behind, it looks like he has two pumpkins stuffed down his briefs.
“Hey Colt” I say getting him to open one eye and look down at me. “All this week we’ve been trying out all the stuff that I’ve suggested but you’ve been pretty quiet. Come on babe spill; tell me what you’d like to try.”
Colton immediately starts to look nervous, revealing to me that he does have a secret kink. I place a hand on his chest as I try to comfort it out of him. “Come on Colt just tell me and we can give it a try. Worst case scenario: neither of us likes it. Besides it can’t be worse than that daddy kink failure we experienced last night.” I say making Colton smile.
Colton bites his bottom lip before talking. “There’s something I’d like to try but we’ll have to do it tomorrow. It’ll take uh— all morning.” He says hesitantly.
“Really?” I ask with a furrowed brow.
Colton nods, “Yeah it’ll mostly be foreplay.”
“Okay but what type of foreplay are we talking here? You still haven’t told me what you’re into” I ask trying to wrap my head around this.
“Instead of telling you how about you experience it tomorrow, and once we’re done we’ll see if you enjoyed it or not.”
His vagueness raises a couple of red flags for me. Before I can voice my concerns Colton presses a finger to my lips, stopping me.
“Please Ken, no more questions. Just keep an open mind tomorrow.” Colton pleads. I sigh but nod my head in agreement. With that I rest my head back on his chest and we get some sleep. My last thoughts are on what’s in store for me tomorrow.
BBBBBBRRRRRRRRMMMMMMTTTTT
I’m awoken by a large eruption going off in my face. My eyes shoot open and I’m met with a wall of grey. I start to process that I’m on my back, in bed alone, but where’s Colton? My train of thought is immediately ended as the rancid stench of rotten eggs and onions invades my nose, making me gag.
“OH WHAT IS THAT SME-“ My exclamation is abruptly drowned out by…
FFFFFFRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWPPPPPP
A second mysterious eruption goes off in my face and nearly has my ears ringing. Another wave of foul odor washes over my face making my eyes water. I turn my head trying to escape the smell and I notice a foot planted next to my shoulder. My eyes widen as I register that Colton’s standing on the bed and squatting over my face. I look up again and work out that the wall of grey over my face is Colton’s bubbly ass constricted in a tight pair of grey briefs.
“What the hell Colton?” I gasp
Colton’s big, meaty globes hovering a foot over my face start to wobble from his chuckling. “Ha-ha morning Ken thought I’d play the role of your alarm clock today. Speaking of which, this should get you up and at ‘em”
With that Colton lets his massive bubble butt fall onto my face, smothering me. I feel Colton’s plump ass cheeks spread over my face and mold around my features. His ass crack is right on my nose and all I can breathe in is his stale farts trapped in his briefs. I then hear Colton grunting over me.
BBBBBBBRRRRRRAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTT
Colton unleashes a 20 second, behemoth of a fart, pointblank in my face. The stench of rotten meat and eggs floods up my nose and into my open mouth. Colton sighs in relief as he starts to grind his meaty ass on my face, working his butt stink into my pores. I’m a dry-heaving mess once Colton gets off of my face. Through watery eyes I see Colton standing next to the bed and looking down at me with a crooked grin.
Colton gives my stomach a few gentle slaps before saying, “I’m sure my farts are scrumptious but I’m going to the kitchen to make us a real breakfast. Should be ready in a few” and with that, Colton is making his way out of the bedroom. It takes me a few minutes to get my bearings and when I do I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
I want to believe that all of Colton’s farting was a dream but the smell of his gas still lingers in my nostrils. Colton and I have been together for over three years and he’s never farted like this. Now that I think about it Colton has never farted around me. Is this what he’s into?
As I finish brushing my teeth Colton comes in and walks up behind me.
“Babe breakfast is ready and I’ve been waiting for you for a while now. So I’m hoping this will get your lazybones in gear.”
Colton turns around and quickly backs his big ass into me, pressing it against my lower back, and trapping me in between the bathroom sink and himself. Before I can do anything…
PPPPPWWWWFFFFFFTTTTTT
Colton rips a 6 second rumbling fart on my lower back. “Colton” I cry out in shock.
Colton holds up a finger, “Hold on a sec Ken, I got one more ready for you… HGH”
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Colton rips another rumbling fart on me that lasts for five seconds. I feel his warm butt fumes escaping his ass and heating up my lower back. Colton’s eggy butt stench quickly permeates around the room, making itself known, and it has me coughing. Colton sighs in relief as he rubs his huge ass against my lower back for a few seconds. Once Colton’s done he removes his ass from me and I turn around to face him.
Colton chuckles as he makes his way towards the door. When he reaches the door he glances back at me.
“Come on babe lets go have breakfast, unless you wanna be butt bombed by this big fella again.” Colton says with a lopsided grin as he gives his big butt a smack, making his plump cheeks wobble.
I feel myself blushing before I shake my head, making Colton chuckle again. I follow Colton feeling utterly confused. Before I went to sleep last night I had a boyfriend who’s never even farted in front of me, but now I have one that can’t go 10 minutes without farting on me.
Colton’s farting is pushed to the back of my mind as I follow him down the hall towards the kitchen. All my focus is on Colton’s bubbly ass as he walks in front of me. With each of his steps his plump ass cheeks jiggle so perfectly in the confines of his small grey briefs. I’m so enraptured by the sight that I fail to realize that Colton has stopped until I bump into him.
Colton looks back at me, over his shoulder with a mock frown. “Well that was rude” that lopsided grin pops back on his face “And so is this” Colton leans forward jutting his ass out and pressing it against my lower abdomen.
BBBFFMMMPPPP
Colton rips a 4 second, bubbly fart on me. The stench of rancid meat and butt sweat quickly flows upward and into my nose making me groan.
“Ugh Colton what did you eat?”
Colton grabs me by the waist, pulling me in, keeping me trapped against him with his ass pressed against my lower abdomen.
“Ha-ha nothing but the usual, my daily morning protein shake. But now I’m letting it out and onto you. Just goes to show you how much I love you babe… NGGH”
FFFFFWWWWHHHHBBBB
Colton blasts me with a 6 second butt bomb. I pull the collar of my shirt over my nose but that does nothing to protect me from the smell. Colton starts to rub his ass against me, making his ass fumes seep through my shirt and reach my nose. My eyes are stinging as Colton releases me and we continue on our way to the kitchen. Just before we enter the kitchen Colton has one last surprise for me.
Without pausing our slowing down…
PPPPHHHHHHUUUUUUFSFSFFSFSFSF
Colton drops a wet-sounding butt bomb right in the entrance of the kitchen. I cringe knowing I have to make my way through his noxious fart cloud. I try to steel myself as I make my way through his lingering butt bomb but the stench of rotten eggs and garlic is almost unbearable. I’m crying and gagging as I fully enter the kitchen.
I take big huffs of nearly fresh air as I take a seat at the kitchen table. Colton makes his way to the kitchen counter and heads towards me with two bowls of cereal.
Colton’s choice of food perplexes me and it most show on my face because Colton asks, “What”
I shrug, “It’s just well yesterday I made us eggs, bacon, and hash browns and all you whipped up is two bowls of cereal. With what you said in the bathroom earlier I was expecting something more grandiose.” I say unable to hide the slight disdain in my voice. Colton frowns at this and I start to feel nervous.
Colton places one of the bowls of cereal in the empty spot of the table, meant for him. Colton then spins around and makes sure I get a good look at what he’s about to do.
Colton lowers the second bowl of cereal to just under his ass. Colton’s huge, bubbly cheeks stretch out so far that they easily cast a shadow over the bowl of cereal. Colton lifts his right leg slightly and grunts.
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Colton rips a 5 second growly fart on top of the cereal, saturating it with his eggy butt stench. I look on in disgust as he defiles the bowl of cereal.
“Ah, ha-ha, if you say I make shitty food then I’m more than happy to oblige Ken… HHGH” Colton says before he starts grunting.
PPPPPFFFFFUUUUBBBBBB
Colton drops a 4 second, duck-sounding fart onto the cereal, further contaminating it with his ass gas. A whiff of the butt bombed cereal reaches my nose and has me gagging. Colton sighs in relief before promptly placing the bowl of cereal in front of me.
“Bon appétit Ken” Colton says with a smirk.
I look down in horror at Colton’s noxious excuse for a breakfast. “I’m not eating this” I tell Colton with a glare.
“Oh yes you are” Colton says while still sporting a shit-eating smirk.
I scoff as I stand up and make my way towards the refrigerator. After searching for a bit I smile in triumph as I pull out a plate of leftovers from yesterday’s breakfast. As soon as I shut the refrigerator door, Colton snatches the plate out of my hand.
Colton stands in front of me with a wicked grin as he brings the plate behind his back and right in front of his ass. Colton scrunches up his face and all I can get out is “Don’t” before…
BBBBBWWWWWWSFSFSFSSFFSSFSFS
Colton coats my plate of food with a 7 second, wet-sounding fart. Colton sighs in relief and hands the plate back to me with a satisfied expression.
“Ah sorry Ken but whatever you choose to eat for breakfast will be flavored with my farts”
My mouth curls in disgust at the plate placed in my hand. The eggy repulsive smell emanating from my food completely kills my appetite. Without a second thought I drop the plate into the garbage bin next to the refrigerator.
Before I can do anything else, Colton’s moving me out of the way and opening the refrigerator door. He then turns around and sticks his ass into the refrigerator.
“Alright babe, time to make a decision. Either you can eat the breakfast I made for you that I seasoned with my butt’s love, or I nuke the fridge and have all of our food tasting like my ass musk for the rest of the month. I’m warning you Ken these bad boys have some lasting power.” Colton says with a devilish grin.
“Y-You’re bluffing” I accuse him, not sounding too sure.
Colton simultaneously lifts an eyebrow and his right leg, and then starts to grunt.
“ALRIGHT-ALRIGHT I’ll eat the cereal” I concede making that shit-eating grin pop back on his face.
I feel like I’m on death row as I retake my seat at the table with Colton’s putrid cereal in front of me. Before I can reach for my spoon, Colton picks up the bowl and holds it in front of his ass.
“Sorry babe I think this has gone a little stale let me freshen it up for you… HHGGG”
PPPPPMMMMRRRRRRTTTTT
Colton rips another fart on my supposed breakfast and sits it back in front of me looking accomplished. “Eat up Ken” Colton says sounding chipper.
“Thanks” I mutter sarcastically.
Colton frowns down at me. Not saying a word, Colton simply turns around and my eyes widen. I’m face to face with Colton’s huge, bulbous globes. This close it looks like his grey briefs are painted on.
Colton suddenly grabs me by the back of the head and shoves my face into his plump ass. Colton’s bubbly ass cheeks envelope my face easily muffling my yelp.
“You wanna be rude then let’s get rude… Nggh” Colton says with a straining voice before lighting my face up with farts.
BBBBRRRRRRVVVVVVVVPPPPPPPP
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Colton rips a series of monstrous farts, back to back, pointblank in my face. The stench of rotten eggs and spoiled milk devastates my sense of smell and has me coughing.
Colton pulls my head from his ass and says, “Ah now let’s try that ‘thanks’ again but this time hold the sarcasm” I’m too busy coughing to respond but Colton still takes that as an answer, “Oh so you want to give me the silent treatment. Well then back in you go” Colton once again shoves my face into his fat bubbly globes. My coughing is quickly muffled.
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Colton shows no mercy as he unleashes another barrage of farts right in my face. With me coughing I unfortunately had my mouth open so most of his butt bombs were launched down my gullet. I can now taste and smell his noxious butt fumes.
Colton pulls my head away from his ass again, “Have anything to say Ken? My butt’s waiting”
“Thanks” I say weakly as I try to regain my breath. This doesn’t appease Colton.
“Tch, what the hell was that? You might want to speak a little louder next time. Here let my butt give you a few pointers” And with that Colton buries my face back into his thick bulbous ass.
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“THANK YOU! THANK YOU COLTON! Fuck just stop” I cry as soon as Colton ends his newest bombardment of farts, and releases my face.
Colton, the asshole, snickers as he takes his seat next to me. I’m so busy trying to catch my breath and stopping myself from throwing up on Colton’s lingering fart cloud that I nearly forget about the poisoned cereal. Colton kindly reminds me.
“Don’t forget about your breakfast babe. You don’t want me to butt bomb all the food in the fridge do you?” Colton winks and I roll my eyes (without him seeing it).
I bite the bullet and I take the first spoonful of Colton’s fetid cereal. The noxious smell and taste work in tandem making it nearly impossible to swallow. After a few attempts I finally swallow it down.
Colton pats me on the back. “Good work babe but you’ve got to finish the rest or I’m going to nuke the fridge” Colton says and gives me a peck on the cheek.
I morbidly look down at the cereal but I get to work. It takes me 15 minutes but I finally finish Colton’s fart infused cereal.
When I’m done Colton looks kind of bummed. “Damn I didn’t expect you to finish that. I was looking forward to watching you eat food I’ve farted on for the rest of the month.” I shake my head wondering where this Colton has been hiding all this time.
I push the empty bowl away from me as I stand up. “You take care of the dishes; I’m going to watch some TV in the living room. I need to cope after enduring… whatever that all was.” I tell Colton as I head out of the kitchen.
“Hey wait Ken you forgot something.” Colton says just before I leave the room. I turn around and see Colton jogging up to me. When he reaches me he swivels his hips and presses his big ass against my side. He closes one eye and grunts.
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Colton rips a 4 second trumpeting fart on me. He sighs in relief as he rubs his ass against me, grinding the butt stink in. I groan as a whiff of the eggy stench makes it to my nose.
“Ah something to remember me by babe ha-ha” Colton snickers as he makes his way to the sink.
I shake my head in disbelief before continuing on to the living room. I never expected Colton to be into something like this. I suddenly come to a stop as I realize something shocking. I’m sporting a half-chub. Am I into this?
As I think on all I’ve went through this morning I’m sure that I’m not into Colton’s farts alone. The smell of them is almost too much. But I do find how he uses them on me pretty hot. And all this morning he’s been rocking this hot-as-hell dominant jerk persona. All this together has been a real turn on for me. I guess I am into this in a way.
5 minutes later I’m looking for something to watch on Netflix when Colton joins me in the living room. Colton walks up to me as I’m sitting on the couch with the remote aimed at the TV, surfing through the action section.
“Give me the remote I want to finish that movie we were watching last night.” Colton demands but I shake my head. Colton loves his scary movies and I refuse to watch a second more of that gore-fest he was watching last night. “Nope” I say obnoxiously popping the p, “Yesterday you got to choose the movie now it’s my turn.”
“Jeez I thought you would’ve learned by now. Remember you brought this on yourself.” Colton says sounding annoyed.
Colton suddenly grabs the wrist of my arm holding the remote. He tosses a leg over my arm and pulls hard. I slide forward until I’m sitting on the edge of the couch and my face slams into Colton’s big pillowy ass. Colton keeps a strong hold on my arm, keeping my face pressed against his ass.
Colton punctuates each of his words with a fart
“Hand”
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“Over”
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“The”
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“Remote… GHH”
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Once I let go of the remote Colton releases my wrist and I free my face from his ass. I fall back onto the couch dry heaving.
Through teary eyes, I see a look of accomplishment on Colton’s face as he takes a seat next to me with the remote. As he pulls up the horror movie we were watching last night, he wraps an arm around my shoulders and tugs me in next to him.
I have zero interest in focusing on this horror flick so I decide to address the elephant in the room. “So you’re into this, eproctophilia?” Colton looks at me out the corner of his eye, “I looked it up on my phone while you were in the kitchen” I explain.
Colton simply pulls me in closer as he lifts his leg, and presses his ass against my thigh… ppffffttt. “Ah, Yep” Colton casually states but he isn’t done with me yet.
“Ah nothing turns me on more than farting on people” fffhhhppp, “I learned that in high school” pprrrrbbb, “Jocks, nerds, punks, teachers” rrrwwwfff, “No one was safe from my farts” fffhhhrrr, “All through high school and college I was labeled a bully and I loved it” bbbvvvvppp, “Nothing gets me harder than making people suffer with my butt fumes” rrrrmmmbbbb, “Watching people cry and choke on farts that my body produces makes me feel like a fucking Alpha God” ppppfffffrrrrr, “ And now after three years, you’re one of the many victims of my farts” ffffvvvvvrrrrr, “Your nose is one of the hundreds of casualties of my butt’s wraith” rrrrhhhhttttt, “So enjoy that thought as you have so more of this babe… NGHH”
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Colton finishes his gassy assault on my leg with a 15 second beastly fart the rumbles through my whole body. My eyes are leaking like faucets because the living room is flooded with Colton’s butt stink. Colton sighs as he removes his ass from my thigh.
When I look at Colton, his trademark smirk is gone and he looks sullen. He surprises me as he takes my hands into his. “Ken babe, I know all this was gross and weird but do you think we can do this a few times a year; maybe for like Christmas and my birthday. This is something I’m really into and want to keep doing.” Colton asks imploringly.
I take Colton’s hand and place it on my crotch so he can feel how hard I am. “I don’t think a few times a year will be enough for me Colt. I love you but I also like that farting bully alter ego you had going on. I wouldn’t mind him coming out to play more often.” And just like that Colton’s lopsided smirk is back.
“You better be careful of what you’re asking for babe. You see I’m a very gassy guy so you might be getting daily visits from him.”
I shrug. “We’re in quarantine. I wouldn’t mind getting to know him a little better while we’re stuck here.” I say making Colton laugh.
Suddenly Colton tackles me and I find myself on my back, laid out on the couch, with Colton straddling my stomach. Colton’s gazing down at me with a mischievous grin.
“Babe I know you don’t like scary movies but I think you’ll like the series I’m about to introduce to you. I… produced them all myself.”
With that Colton spins around and now he’s straddling my stomach with his huge ass pointed towards my face. Colton then starts to shuffle backwards bringing his bulbous ass closer to my face. I watch as his juicy ass cheeks wobble with his every movement. He comes to a stop when his butt is hovering over my neck. Colton reaches back and slowly peels his grey briefs down his gargantuan ass. My mouth goes dry as Colton’s bubbly globes pour out of the confines of his grey briefs and jiggle out in the open air.
Colton looks down at my face, over his shoulder, with the same mischievous grin. “Alright Ken I hope you’re ready for a little marathon babe”
Colton reaches back with both hands spreading his plump meaty globes, and giving me a peek at his winking hole surrounded by a patch of black hair. Colton falls backward, submerging my face in between his titanic ass cheeks. His fat globes easily pool over the sides of my face, making contact with the couch, completely extinguishing my head’s contact with the outside world. Colton’s voluptuous ass has become my entire universe. Colton begins swiveling his ass over my face, trying to work me in deeper, which seems impossible. Colton only stops when he feels my nose pressing against his winking asshole.
I hear Colton’s voice coming from above me. “Okay Ken the first picture I’m dropping on you is called ‘Colton’s Canon’. Enjoy”
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“Ah now the sequel is called ‘Revenge of Colton’s Canon’. Brace yourself babe this is a real doozy.”
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“Ah and here comes the last of the first trilogy and it contains a major plot twist. It’s called ‘Groom of Colton’s Canon’” Colton slides his ass down and now my lips are pressed against his ass lips. “UGGH… Now pucker up Ken; here comes your big debut… NNGHH”
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Coach Gatlin: Tryouts season
You were sat on the bench in the scorching heat, sun almost blinding as you were watching the first third of the new tryouts compete on the field, desperate to earn a spot on this year's famously competitive Shatterstone College football team. You thought it was just like any other tryouts, except more competitive. Unfortunately, you were wrong. "That's time!!" Roared the respected coach, Gerard Gatlin, known to have the most impressive team lineups in college history. He was 35 but had the build of a athletic 20 year old with a nice beard and mature demeanor. The first group of tryouts came off the pitch out of breath and sweaty. It was all normal until you saw Coach Gatlin pull two players over to him as the second group rushed onto the field.
"Okay so you two were tied for scoring but I can only take one of you. Are either of you willing to kiss my ass for the spot?" As soon as the question was prompted, the left player said 'yes sir,' not even giving time to think it was a joke. "Looks like we have the winner. Better luck next time!" Coach laughs as he signals for the other player to leave. "Sorry to disappoint, but you won't be kissing my ass, just sniffing it. More specifically, sniffing my farts for a bit as I assess the second group." The player, clearly built and looking like a stereotypical alpha male, knelt down and pushed his face into the tight blue shorts of the coach without hesitation as he had dreamed of getting on the team for years.
"Good man! You clearly know that being the best takes sacrifice and commitment. Since you are essentially part of the team now, I should tell you my nickname among the lads, or more specifically, the nickname of my ass that carries out the punishments, The Gatlin Gun" Coach laughs as he lets out a fart onto the players face. You see a slight flinch but nothing too reactive. The smell blows over to you, and you gag immediately from the rotten scent. Then, another fart rips, and again, the player has a slight flinching response. You couldn't believe that the other player was taking these head on. Before the smell could reach you, another blast erupts, then another, and another. It seemed like Coach Gatlin was a full auto fart blaster. You gagged as the smell of each and every fart was carried by the wind. "Sorry for the smell! But if you plan on joining the team, you will experience it a lot!" The older man simply laughed as the quick lighting fast rips of toxic methane continued. You had no idea how the player was still alive. Sure, more powerful farts had been ripped by other men, but the Gatlin Gun name was accurate as the incredible speed of farts is what made Coach Gatlins ass deadly. Finally, the defeated football player fell backward unconscious as he had just been blasted by at least 100 farts within a few minutes.
Then came the offer of a lifetime. "You've just seen and smelt what I can do to a face, so how about I offer you something worthwhile. You get over here and take the rest of my Gatlin Guns rounds, and you're on the team, no questions asked!" The smirk of the man showed his love for dominance as the smell of a few silent farts made your stomach turn even from range, making your mind race at the thought of what to do.
Can a man just fart in my face already god
Imagine that Person A and B live together (either in a relationship or as roommates) in an apartment where the shower has glass walls and is next to the toilet.
Ever since they started living together, Person A tells B that while they close the bathroom door when using it, they never lock it. They don’t like the idea of B being locked out of the bathroom if there’s an emergency, bathroom-related or otherwise. A tells B that if they ever need to use the toilet while A’s taking a shower, then just walk in and take care of themself - A won’t mind.
One day, nature calls pretty urgently while A’s in the shower, and B finally puts that policy to use. Fortunately, A is as good as their word and happily greets B as they shyly go to sit on the toilet.
B’s relief is short-lived as A (the gassy jokester that they are) smushes their ass up against the shower’s glass wall (directly next to B’s head) and lets out the loudest, wettest, steamiest fart. Not wanting to leave things unfinished, B has no choice but to watch as A absolutely assaults the glass, teasing B as they do so.
After that, B ends up visiting A during showers a lot more often.

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DaveFarts - Episode 36 “Numbers” [Episode List] Dave baits Tim into playing a silly game just to showoff his farting skills.
POV: Tim
Welp, I’m tech-savvy enough to know how to fix a damn TV, but I’m also wise enough to admit defeat.
While we were on vacation a storm hit our town and apparently -as Dave jokingly said- Zeus held a grudge against our small house, so much so that, according to our neighbours, it got struck at least 6 times by lightning in the span of a few minutes.
And people say those never strike twice in the same place.
I guess we were lucky we didn’t come back only to find a pile of ashes and rubble.
Truth to be told, there was no actual damage, save for the TV as you may have guessed.
It’s been more than a week (a very busy week, work-wise) since we came back and, save for occasional important sport events and gaming, we’re actually not big TV guys, so it took us a while to notice that the thing was pretty much dead.
For a moment Dave feared that the unlucky victim was the PlayStation, so much so that he screamed my name in genuine terror, promptly making me rush downstairs as his tone was the one of a man fighting for his life.
You think this is the part where I metaphorically roll my eyes at my wAcKy RoMmAte’s shenanigans, but no, I agree with him.
After a long day, especially after so many busy days, one only wants to relax by getting angry at a particularly challenging interactive toy, and as a gamer myself I totally feel my roommate’s pain.
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