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Look at how hard it is to take off his shirt!!!
I could watch big guys do this for a while

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Marc Hector
HUGE
THICK
Look at how hard it is to take off his shirt!!!
I could watch big guys do this for a while

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Two Finger Tyler
"Do it bro." He was called two finger Tyler. When you asked him why he pointed his two fingers at you. "I'm gonna need you to pull both of them because I got so much gas in me one finger won't do." Not wanting to be rude you pulled both. He dropped his guts and the whole locker room shook. The wet hot miasma filled the small area. Men—strong men—gagged. Those bending down passed out as they succumb to his gas. Your friend Eddie had been sitting on the bench directly behind Two Finger. His face was pressed back against the locker, his eye twitching, and drooling uncontrollably as his eyes started off into nothing.
"That's why they call me Two Finger Tyler" he fanned the air behind his ass, clueless to the war crime he had just cut.
The Gas Tax
Sorry pledgie, you know the rules. If you want in the game room you gotta pay the fart tax. Unfortunately for you because of inflation your gonna have to take six instead of one. Don't like that? We'll for talking back it's doubled to six. Now bury your face before I double it again
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Big dudes with bigger asses get to be in front of my line every time and if you don’t know the ones I’m talking about I’m talking about those thicc dudes with them dangerously huge asses that turn me on and scare me at the same time 😍😍😍
The Saga of Billy Boy Part 3 - The Reveal (1/2)
Things really start to heat up with Will's fart fetish as he begins his first full day working with the new gassy intern. If needed, here is a link to part one and part two.
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I parked in my usual spot at work and checked my phone since I was a bit early this morning. I was a bit uneasy going into work after my nightmare last night. Although considering the bulge I woke up with, I’m not sure it’s fair to call it a nightmare. But no, it was. I’d hate for the men in the office to know my dirty secret. It’d be nothing like my strange, sexy dream.
Running out of notifications to clear, I considered checking Grindr and remembered I never messaged the hot profile last night. I opened it up and saw that he beat me to the punch:
Your profile sounds sexy. I’d love to kick back on your face after a long hot day. The only thing better than post-work gas is having a bitch like you to fart it on.
I’m shaking as I quickly type out a reply. It says he hasn’t been online since last night, but maybe he’ll be up soon?
That sounds sexy as fuck. When are you off work? ;P
And then I wait. I don’t have notifications for Grindr on my phone so I sit there staring at the screen. After a minute, I start to think I should give up and go inside. I’ve almost used up my extra time. As I start to lock my phone, I feel it buzz.
Same time as you, boy. Speaking of, shouldn’t you be going into work soon? A good boy is never late. And bad boys get punished.
I pop a boner immediately, but also can’t help but wonder how he knows that? I do work a typical 8-5 job, so I guess he could just be guessing since it’s common. I decided not to worry about it and went into the office.
I walked into the building to see Frank chatting with Brad, who I was surprised to see. I thought he was at a client. I figured they had just met since Frank was talking about his past as a football coach. Frank notices me walk in and he shifts what he was saying. “But what I really developed most was my finger strength from holding a pencil and taking notes all the time.” Frank says grandly, which Brad addresses with a skeptical look. “You don’t believe me? Go ahead. Try and pull my finger.” Frank reaches out his hand toward Brad and half points a finger to Brad, curling it toward himself. Brad holds his skepticism before what appears to be a revelation I seem to be missing. He enthusiastically pulls Frank's finger.
Frank lifts his leg and rips a brassy fart for about five seconds. Brad lets go of Frank’s finger and bursts out laughing, leaning forward on his knees. Which he probably regrets, since being closer to the cloud Frank just unleashed turned his laughing into a coughing fit. Brad leaned back up and covered his coughs. “Man, that was so funny. Fart jokes never get old to me.”
Frank gave a loud deep chuckle and patted Brad on the back. “Well, Brad, I’ve been farting almost constantly my entire life, so I’ve developed a few good ones. I’ll share them when you least expect it.” He said with a wink. But Frank wasn’t looking at Brad when winked. He was looking at me.
“Frank!” I heard Tony call from the small wing. “I could smell you before I saw you,” he teased as he approached the group. “I see Brad has had an opportunity to become more familiar with you.”
“I do my best, Tony, but most people that spend more than a few minutes with me quickly become familiar.” Frank joked. I can’t help but wonder if he was always so confident about it. I can’t imagine what growing up with a condition like that was like.
“Well it’s five past 8, so we all ought to get to our offices.” Tony said, quickly returning to his normally sour mood. Brad and Tony left toward the small wing as Frank and I walked toward the large wing. We don’t really talk while we speak. I notice a slight squeak with each of Frank’s steps. I realized right before we got to our office that he was farting. The last couple of steps were clearly little farts. I haven’t even logged in and I’m already sweating.
Frank goes to open the door to our office, but he stops in the doorway. “Oh shit, my shoe is untied.” He quickly bends down in front of me to reach his shoes and as he reaches them, I hear gas slowly ease out of his ass, barely audible. I wonder if with his condition he has any idea. I stop wondering when he finishes the knot and the fart crescendos into a loud finale. Frank leans back up and looks at me over his shoulder. “Don’t think Brad is the only one who will fall victim to my fart jokes.” He teases with a wink. He goes to his desk and I quickly get in mine to conceal the boner I’ve developed that's quickly becoming obvious.
After logging in, Frank pulls some tupperware out of his bag and walks over to the microwave we have in the room. “I work out in the morning, and I usually wake up too late to eat breakfast at home. I hope you don’t mind me eating it here.”
“No, it’s fine. I don’t mind.” I lied. Of course I minded. His gas came worst right after he ate, so I hoped he at least ate breakfast several hours before work. If he hasn’t eaten this morning, how has he already farted as much as he has?
The microwave dings and Frank opens it up, exposing me to a new awful smell from him. One that doesn’t quite please me like the others. “What’re you having?” I ask without trying to express my distaste.
“Eggs and sausage! I can’t get enough of them!” Frank exclaims, scooping up his first bite. I immediately understand why I hate the smell. I’ve always had a strong distaste for eggs. I don’t want to be rude though so I keep it to myself.
Frank sits back in his desk and a fart escapes him as he does so. He notices that I react. “Part of the condition is that there’s pretty much always some gas hiding somewhere. So often when I move around my legs, gas will just pop right out that I didn’t even know was there. It makes controlling it even worse.” Frank sounds a bit shamed at the end. While he’s been cheerful about it here, I’m sure he’s been in plenty of situations where farting is awful. I feel bad for him.
“Well you don’t have to worry about it here. Work can already be stressful, so don’t feel like you have to hold back on my account.” I fear that’s weird to say. I don’t even care that I’m into farts; he seems genuinely down at the moment and could use some conditionless acceptance.
Franks smiles with his perfect teeth. “Thank you, Will. I really appreciate that. And not just me.” I give him a confused look before he lifts a leg and rips a loud fart. “My ass wanted to show his appreciation too.”
I genuinely laugh, and not just because he’s hot and gassy. “I’m happy to help you both.”
Frank puts a smirk on his face. “And how happy are you willing to admit you are?” He turns in his chair with his legs spread out so that I can make out his hard cock and the cushion of his ass. Was he coming onto me?
“I know the guys who work here are obviously straight so you probably let your guard down, but you weren’t at all worried about opening up your Grindr at work right before a new intern started? Before Tony showed me around, I took a peak at the app and saw your subby account. I started thinking of ways I could try and get away to play with him since the profile made it seem like he sure lived close to where I work. Then Tony introduced us and I immediately knew it had to be you.”
I just sat there shocked. Frank knows my interests. He knows just how much I’d love to be face deep in his ass when he farts. I can’t read his expression. I’m too full of fear and anxiety to see what he’s going to do with that information.
“Once I saw you in person, I knew I’d have to make you my seat. That’s why I tapped your account.” Clarity reaches my brain as I look up at Frank. He was the profile that tapped me. That messaged me this morning. Sure explains how the profile knew I needed to go to work. And the fart teasing was intentional. He knew about me the second he saw me.
“Did you really have to fart when Tony slapped your back? Or did you want it to come up?” I asked. I’m not sure what difference it would make, but for some reason I want to know.
“Honestly? I kinda wanted to make you squirm in front of Tony. Not a lot of opportunities to do real humiliation outside of roleplay. Tony already knew my condition and wouldn’t think anything was weird. But getting you all hot and bothered in front of our boss? Great way to remind a sub who’s in charge” Frank said with a wink. My first impression was that it was incredibly sexy. But logic came in and I was suddenly uncomfortable.
“You shouldn’t have done that. We’re coworkers and I don’t think anything between us would be appropriate.” I say, struggling to conceal I was hurt.
Frank quickly notices my reaction to his answer. “I’m sorry for doing it. It wasn’t cool, especially since we hadn’t spoken at all before. I thought it would be a sexy thing to look back on if things lined up, which seemed really likely… But that’s no excuse. I’m sorry for taking it too far.”
As flirty as Frank was previously, he seemed to genuinely shift when he noticed how uncomfortable it made me. But still we’re coworkers. “I accept your apology. But I still think it’s not an appropriate dynamic with you being an intern here.”
“Why not?” Frank challenged. “I may only be an intern, but you’re not my boss. You may be in charge of training me, but you don’t have any decision power over me. And I don’t feel coerced, nor do I want to coerce you. But I think if we’re both consenting… I don’t think it’s a concern for the business. I understand if you’re still not comfortable with it.”
I pause and consider. “I’ll need some time to think about it. I’ll need to talk to my boyfriend too since it’s such a unique situation.”
“I totally understand! Take your time. I’ll just get back to these returns then.” Frank said as he turned back to his computer. As he warned earlier, the movement caused him to let out a loud toot. He turned his head to me, “I’m sorry about that. I’ll try to hold it back while you consider.” He had the same sort of shame as earlier.
“Don’t worry about it. You have a condition. I won’t feel like you’re trying to influence me.” I reassured him. And why not enjoy his gas even if I decide we shouldn’t fool around.
“Okay… If you’re sure” Frank said hesitantly. I nod and he sighs, leading to a long winded fart he must have been holding. It went on for a few seconds, increasing in volume until the finale. Followed by a single loud tout. Frank didn’t turn around or say anything, but I’ve already seen his fart jokes enough to imagine the kind of joke he’d make. I adjust my cock at the thought.
lil naughty update bc hehe.
i had an accident today outside, completely unintentionally. i have this (very private, dw) area where i do a lot of my school work, it’s behind a massive tree on a very soft pad of grass, way off of a trail so nobody ever comes by, but i’d be covered by the bushes if they did anyways.
i sat on the grass and pulled my sweats down- no undies- to my mid thigh to get some cold air down there.. feels good, especially when i haven’t showered or wiped in awhile. sat with my legs mostly open, i was farting a lot and i noticed but i didn’t bother to take note of the wetness i kept feeling, i figured it was sweat.
it ! wasn’t ! i looked down and i was pissing, and not even just like little dribbles, there was a whole stream hitting the grass under me without my will or without me even realizing. i was so proud of myself i just let it flow. i ended up pooping there as well (yes i cleaned up after myself regardless of if people would find it. puppy bags ftw.)
i sat in my mess for awhile more before heading home with stained sweats and a lot of pride.
..it would be a huuuuge shame if people teased and praised me for being so pissy and untrained. idkkkk.
Imagine being out on errands or a run, and going over to someone's house for a few minutes, asking to use their bathroom, only to relieve yourself somewhere like the floor/table/bed
that would be so hot.
maybe i’m desperate, they tell me where the bathroom is but i somehow get lost and make my way into their bedroom. damn it. i have to go so bad i might go in my pants. a fart bursts desperately out of me and lets out some dribbles with it. i’m not gonna make it, so i push my way into their closet and shut the door, pulling down my pants and spraying my piss everywhere- i cant even control it, it makes a dark puddle on the carpet, sprays on the door, and hits some of the shoes and clothes. it feels so good to make such a mess. i finish peeing and fart loudly, grunting and pushing out big logs onto their floor, moving around so they’re everywhere. i finally finish with another burst of gas and leave the closet- before i exit the bedroom i’m about to pull up my pants, before i realize i’m not quite finished. i bend over and push out one more on their bedroom floor, a small piss puddle with it, and finally exit casually. no wiping necessary.
or intentionally. the person let’s me in and tells me to use any restroom, as if i know. i shrug it off, i hardly understand toilets. i walk into their living room and glance around, before pulling my pants to my ankles and taking a seat on their couch. my piss dribbles out of me easily as i watch what they’ve left on tv, soaking the coach. i fart a few times before my body is ready to poop. it’s disgusting. it comes out of me difficultly, i have to lift my leg up. it’s mushy and almost painful, but feels so good to me. i grunt and whine loudly as i unload on this persons couch, biting my lips before finally giving in and touching myself. i’ve finished pooping, but i hardly noticed as i bring myself to an overwhelming orgasm on this strangers couch. i don’t wipe before i pull up my pants, i brush off my mess and leave wordlessly.
the only thing with my wetting is that i don’t make little streams, i completely burst everywhere and spray out huge puddles. it’s so messy.

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man but like.. casually shitting in front of someone. like yeah, squatting down and doing it is good but not making any deal of it is great.
i simply pull my pants down right under my ass and push while i’m standing there, lifting my leg a little and grunting. bonus points if i’m holding something of theirs, maybe a book or something, under my ass to catch the shit.
/ pls don’t do this to hotel workers hehe
okay but… leaving a hotel. they deep clean my room that i left stinking, completing it all with fresh, steamed bedsheets, a clean smell, scrubbed floors and walls, etc.
but i come back, i insist that i’ve left something in the room and demand they let me in so i can look. they give in, and i’m able to enter the room alone and ‘search.’ - instead, i take my pants off and spray my piss everywhere, from the carpet, to the chairs, to the bedsheets. i then squat over the fresh bed linen and take a huge dump on them, before finally touching myself to an orgasm and sighing in relief. i put my pants back on and simply leave, insisting i got what i needed.
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The Unbreakable Smell Spell, Pt. 2
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Part Two: Need (18+)
(Part One)
Living with The Brad was miserable. There was never a moment of clean air for Danny. His nose, mouth, lungs were all constantly filled with the smells of dirty gym socks, sweaty clothes, and of course, more farts than a human should naturally.
Nothing compared to a day two weeks into the year.
Danny came into the dorm room with a bag full of books. He avoided going "home" at all costs, so he spent a lot of time at the library.
He dropped the bag.
The farts were thicker than ever before. Danny's stomach turned, his eyes watered, and he covered his nose and mouth with a hand. "Oh my god."
The Brad was sprawled across his bed, giant bare feet hanging off the end. He slept, breathing heavily.
Danny had to do something. The Brad was scary, but he needed clean air. He stepped over a pile of soiled gym clothes and leaned closer.
BLRT! BWRRRRRRRRRRT! BRRWAAAAAA!
Danny backed away as soon as the disgustingly long fart began. His face heated, reddening with fury. Danny grabbed one of several half-empty bottles of water on Brad's nightstand and threw one at the sweaty, farting man.
It collided with his crotch.
The Brad jumped up at once with a great snore and another explosive fart. He grabbed his crotch. "Dude, did you really just throw something at me?"
Danny hadn't been aiming for his nuts. Looking the man in his angry face, Danny regretted his action. "I--Please don't kill me."
The Brad's face turned from red back to white. His royal blue eyes developed a spark, and his mouth spread into a smile.
That wasn't a good sign.
"I'm not going to kill you, but what the fuck is your problem?"
Did he not smell his unbelievably disgusting gas replacing every centimeter of oxygen?
"All of this!" It came out of Danny's mouth without him pushing it. His frustration had returned with the stupid question. "It fucking stinks, and I'm really sick of it."
Brad wasn't listening. He walked through piles of clothes and trash to his laptop. The towering man leaned to open a window on the screen.
"You're not gonna say anything?"
"Working on it." The Brad scrolled through what looked like emails. "There it is!"
"Whatever. I'm going to get my room changed." Danny walked to the door.
"Continua magicae. Odor pedum, odor crepitu, odor sudore. Liga per lunam!"
Danny stopped and turned back. The words were Latin, and they flowed in a rhyme that could only be one thing.
He laughed. "Nice try. Do you actually think you can cast spells?"
"All I needed was a full moon. You looked at the sky tonight?" Brad's grin returned, and he straightened up and crossed his arms. "You don't believe, that's fine. You will."
"Okay, then." Danny couldn't stay here any longer. He grabbed the doorknob and walked out of the smelly room.
The Brad was completely insane. He actually believed he could perform magic spells. The thought was ridiculous. Someone would have heard about it by now if magic was real.
Danny reached the steps and opened the door. The stairwell air was clean. Too clean. The smell of floor cleaner intensified with his first step.
His stomach lurched, and he covered his mouth, holding back vomit.
"What the hell?" Danny backed out of the stairwell.
The hallway of his residency building smelled old and dusty, like an old hotel. The dust odor became extreme, just as the clean smell had.
Danny tried to breathe through it, but he couldn't take deep breaths. The air was making him sick.
"No."
He threw up on the carpet. A door opened, and The Brad stepped out of their shared room. His smile couldn't have been bigger. "Something wrong, Danny?"
It was the spell. It wasn’t possible, but here he was. "What the hell did you do to me?"
Danny walked back to Brad. The gross guy grabbed his shoulders and pushed him to his knees. "Brad, no!"
The hulking Brad turned and pushed Danny's face against his red gym shorts. Danny took an unintentional breath as he struggled. The musty, sweaty smell of his ass wasn't bad.
Wait.
The spell...
BRBL-PLLLLRRRRRT!
The fart shook Danny's face. He tried to get away, but Brad was too strong.
The odor filled Danny's nose. It was better than clean air. As soon as the smell was inside him, he felt worlds better. His stomach was immediately relieved. He could take deep breaths--
The spell was real.
He could no longer breathe clean air, only the various stinks of The Brad.
To Be Continued...
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