Gassythoughts

having a super stressful day at work and coming home to treat yourself to a bath. you light all the candles, even pour in some bubble bath. but then the heat from the water causes your stomach to relax... you start letting out long nasty farts that bubble up all around you. quickly, the smell of soap is replaced by the awful stench that permeates the bathroom, the steam spreading it around, essentially creating your own hotbox...

working out in a public lane pool but something you ate wasn't agreeing with you. you try to hold in the gas because you're swimming laps -- if you fart, everyone can see; there's nowhere to sneak one out. but eventually you lose control and let one slip... right in the face of the person swimming behind you...

And if you ask them about it they'll say it was "just a fart, no big deal" while the air around them is nearly unbreathable from the stench.

Imagine

You walk back into the apartment after a long day of work, you head into your room only to find your roommate.

Your pillow in their ass, stains you don't even wanna ask about.

They barely register you're there, as they keep sleeping but the smell alone is enough as a warning.

You gently shove them awake.

They peak an eye open at you. "Oh hey,"

They slowly move the pillow and and places it next to them and pats it, gesturing for you to lay down with them.

"Really helps me release gas." They chuckle.

Despite your protests, they pull you down away.

Your head lands on the pillow just as their stomach gurgles again.

Under the blanket, unashamedly they let out a stinky fart. Maintaining eye contact.

You feel the blanket heat up significantly, you realized what had just happened and before you can scold them.

They do it again and they cover your head with the blanket.

The next morning all you see is black and feel a heavy weight on your face. And the stench? Oh gosh, it reeks.

"Remember what I did to that pillow?" They grunt. "About to be you in a few minutes. But you don't mind right?"

You want to argue, tell them otherwise but a sputtering fart escapes them and goes down your throat.

"Ah," They moaned. "That burned. Knew I shouldn't have drank that coffee."

Your eyes widened in horror, of course they had coffee.

That always gave them the worse gas, kept them in the bathroom for hours.

That thought that they might be on your face for hours alone made your heart race.

Burps chained so tightly together it’s hard to tell when one stops and the next begins. In fact, they might never fully stop burping. Each time their mouth opens a little more air seems to desperately jostle out of them. Their stomach quite literally feels like it’s in their throat. Crowding up into their chest so that when a pocket of air manages to escape it’s practically already out of their mouth.

MORNING FARTS god.. they get me going so badly. waking up with your crotch vibrating like mad, body searing with heat from their gas. or maybe even they’ve taken the liberty to hover their ass over your unsuspecting, sleeping face - spreading one cheek apart with one palm and a lazy groan as they unleash a slew of noisy, fetid rippers that have been brewing inside alllll night, backed up against your nose😵‍💫 their contented, sleepy sighs of satisfaction good god