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During the dinner party, the young lady needs to relax and relieve herself away from her suitor.

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Your teachers coffee has been spiked with a laxative and now he's struggling to keep his pants from blowing up

"They're usually not this bad."

She says, gripping the arm of her metal chair to minimize the visual trembling from her caramel brownie sundae-powered rumblers at the Ice Cream Parlor. She mentally pats herself on the back for choosing the the far corner outdoor seating...This time.

She huffs to herself with a pout, a hazy flush on her face as her large birthday cake cold brew latte has her toots coming out so warm, it's causing condensation to form on the metal walls of the elevator. Thankfully she's always the first to arrive in the office, the elevator will air out before people start flowing in. Always does.

She drunkenly mutters into her hand, faking that she left her phone at the table to separate from the girls and drop a few bombs, the deep, bassy, bubbly ones are quick to heat up the cushioned both seat. It should be illegal for edm clubs to serve Veggie Samosas, practically a war crime that they're actually good too.

She mutters under her breath as she feels all of her cheek meat rippling from a seemingly endless guttural fart roaring through her sleep shorts-covered rear. Bar crawl hangover aside, she's appreciative of the loud ass semitruck 'covering' for her at the red light of the crosswalk she's trying to clear. She can smell that they, at some point, went to Buffalo Wild Wings, as per tradition when they get blackout drunk. She's so out of it it hasn't even occurred to her that she's on autopilot, heading towards the big golden arches with her go-to breakfast order subconsciously ready.

-🐶

hold her close, rubbing her tummy, encouraging her to let out all the gas she’s holding in.

she’d be so cute, unable to hold eye contact with me, burying her face in her hands, whining in protest with red cheeks burning from embarrassment.

i wanna coo at her all gently once she finally starts pushing farts out onto my lap, praising her for how they sound and smell.

giggling as she gets visibly more flustered by the second, kissing her all over for being so adorable.

commenting on the noticeably louder farts, “that was such a big one! that must have felt good huh?”

eventually, they let out a short blort of a fart right onto your crotch as they immediately panic and apologize profusely.

you comfort them and reassure them it's entirely fine, though your heart is racing. they try to keep it in, but a few minutes later their stomach gurgles and a longer, deep fart rumbles onto your lap as they cover their face with embarrassment.

their demeanor changes when they notice something...unusual about your expression and response; maybe it's a lustful look in your eye or a sudden hardness or wetness they feel against their ass.

"are...are you getting turned on by this?" they ask, accusatory but cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. maybe you admit to it, or don't answer at all, but either way they know the real answer.

settling themselves back on your lap, they look away dismissively. "it's disgusting of you to get off on something like this," they say, letting an airy burst flow over your lap as you resist the urge to grind against them.

they continue sitting on your lap, pushing out farts that leave the air unbreathable as the vibrations send tingles up your spine.