Fart Sniffer

"Trick or treat?"

But a trick was all Matt had in mind tonight.

The jack-o’-lantern underwear stretched taut across his ass, the orange fabric glowing under the porch light. It was the annual ADULT Trick or Treat in the gayborhood and Matt, like many men, wore next to nothing for their costume.

While waiting for trick-or-treaters, Matt had eaten all the candy. “Sorry, I don’t have any candy left,” Matt said to the buff men dressed as gladiators on his porch, “But maybe you’d like this candy instead?”

The men’s eyes glazed over with lust as Matt turned, pressed his palms against the doorframe, and arched his back until the carved pumpkin face on his underwear stretched into a leering grin. The fabric thinned dangerously over his plump ass as he spread his legs wide.

 *Phhhhwwwooorrrrrtttttt*

The fart ripped obscenely loud, a bass note that shook the welcome mat underneath him. Candy always gave him wicked gas. He grunted and let another fart rip at the stunned men.

“I’m out of candy, so you’ll have to enjoy my tricks.”

*BBBRRRAAPAPPPPTPTPPT*

“Stinky, aren’t they?”

The men began gagging, falling to their knees as the fart fumes choked them, their bags of candy falling to the ground.

Matt chuckled low in his throat. “Oh, don’t pretend you don’t love it.”

He pushed his ass out, grinding his hips, causing his ass cheeks to *BOUNCE-BOUNCE-BOUNCE* with such speed that his pumpkin globes smacked together, making it appear the jack-o’-lantern print of his underwear was laughing.

Matt released another thunderous fart *PRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOTTT-BBRRAAAPPTPTP* that made the porch lights flicker.

*BBBRPRPRPPPAPPTPTPTP*

Green fumes filled the air. Any onlooker would think it was a Halloween fog machine until the noxious smell of sulfur and sour candy hit.

Matt’s cheeks bounced as he farted again. *BBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAPPPPPPPT*. The force of the fart made his ass jiggle on its own.

Matt beamed with pride. His candy farts had brought three men to their knees. How many more could he subdue before the night was out? With one final fart to the faces of his three victims, they were knocked unconscious.

*BBBBRRPPRPPAPPPPTPTPTP*

He laughed as he grabbed their bags of candy and said, “Happy Halloween. Thanks for the candy. I needed more fuel for the next fart sniffers.”

"What's your favorite Stinky movie?" The raspy, synthesized voice crackled through the phone. Before Ryan could even process the absurdity, a thick, wet **PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT** blasted through the receiver—a guttural, bubbling expulsion. The vibration rattled his eardrum. His stomach churned as if he could smell it. He always had a weak stomach. He slammed the phone down, heart pounding.

*RING*

He answered the phone again. Silence, then another loud rumbling fart erupted across the phone. *BBBBRBRBRAARRRRPPPTPPTPT* “Should we make a STINKY movie together? My ass needs a sniffer.” *BBBBRBRBBRRRRAAAAAPPP*

He hung up the phone mid-fart.

*RING*

He answered again. “Stop calling,” he demanded.

“Ryan, don’t hang up on me again,” the distorted voice said. “You do that again and I’ll make you stink like my ass FOREVER” *BBBRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPTPTPPTP*

Ryan’s ears rang from the powerful fart.

“How do you know me?” Ryan gagged the words out. The fart was so realistic he actually believed he could smell it. It stank like sour milk and protein.

“That’s not the right question to ask, stink-face.” *BBBBRRAAAAPPPTPTPTPPT*

“What - do - you mean - the right - question?” He managed to say between gags.

“You should ask yourself how long you have till my stinky ass finds you.”

*BBBBRRRRAAAAPPPPTPTPTPPTPTPTPTPPT*

Ryan hung up the phone and ran.

The house smelled of noxious fumes. Farts. Recent farts. He gagged as he raced towards his bedroom. Then he heard it, *BBBRRRAAAPPP* the farts *BBBRRRAAAAPPPT*. The farter was in the house.

He froze in fear.

*BBBRAPPPPTTT*

The farts were all around him.

*BBBRRAPPPPPT*

In every direction, in every shadowy place, the gassy fumes blew at him, causing him to gag.

*BBBRBAPPPPTTT*

Was this one farter or many? He couldn’t tell.

*BBBBRBARRAPPPPTPTP*

He was getting lightheaded. He had to get out before he passed out.

He charged for the front door. He reached for the handle, and *BBBBRRRRAAAAAAPPPPT* a gassy explosion knocked him down from the side.

He looked up with watery eyes and saw the Farter in a mask racing towards him. Ryan tried to move, but the fumes were too much. There was a powerful green haze in the air that made him gag. He tried to beg as the Farter mocked him with his perky, noisy *BBRAAPPPT* ass and watched with terror as the Farter’s nasty, farting ass sat on his face and silenced him for good.

They were pre-drinking before going to the annual Halloween party competition when Will began complaining about Brian’s costume. “We’re never going to win best group costume looking like that.” They were all dressed as bloodied victims, while Will only wore a Jason mask and a yellow thong struggling to contain the magnificent swell of his ass. “It’s not even scary.”

"Not scary?" Brett snorted, pivoting his ass towards the complaining twink. His hips rolled in a slow, deliberate grind that made the thong dig deeper into his crease. "Watch this."

He *BOUNCE-BOUNCE-BOUNCED* his ass closer and closer to Will’s face until he was smacking his head with his clapping ass cheeks. With one hand he shoved Will’s face into his ass crack and grinded. Those watching looked on in amazement, envy, and horror as Will gasped for air in between Brian’s round cheeks.

“Dude, you’ve made your point. Don’t suffocate him,” said Derek, trying to push Brian off Will’s face. More of them tried to help their friend escape Brian’s ass, but Brian was too strong. These twinks, even with all their combined strength, couldn’t stop him.

He found their feeble attempts laughable. As more men joined Will under Brian’s powerful ass, his maniacal laugher grew. Each movement put more strain on the thin thong straps. His massive ass threatened to burst through at any moment, which would only cause Will’s pleading face to sink further in.

"This ass buried twinks alive last Halloween." Brian grunted, and *BBBBRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPP* blasted a huge fart on the struggling twinks.

The stench was immediate and overpowering. The twinks gagged. Their eyes watered as rancid gas filled the air. Thick, cheesy notes mixed with rotten eggs and decaying meat assaulted their senses. Those who weren’t trapped in Brian’s ass ran.

Will's muffled screams intensified until Brian lifted his ass enough for him to gasp free, "Oh fuck, it smells like death!" before Brian slammed his ass back down with a punctuated fart. *BBBBRRRAAPPPTTFTFTTFT*

"You think *that* was bad?" Brian taunted. He pushed his ass back, trapping them between the sofa and his meaty ass. Once firmly trapped, he slid the thong-strap aside and spread his cheeks wide with both hands, causing the twinks to sink deeper into his musky ass till their noses made contact with his pink puckering hole.

"Let me introduce you to something truly terrifying."

Derek whimpered, "Please, Brian, don't–"

*PPPPPFFFFFRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT-BBBRBBRTTTTTTTTPTPPTPTPTPT*

A monstrous, wet fart erupted directly into Derek's open mouth. The sound was a prolonged, gurgling roar that vibrated through the room. All the twinks gagged violently, but poor Derek convulsed, his eyes rolling back as he choked on the noxious fumes that burned his throat.

“Breathe in the HORROR losers” Brian demanded.

*BBBRBRBRBRRRRAAAAAPPPPPPPTPTPTPT*

One by one the twinks bodies went limp as they slid out of Brian’s ass and onto the ground unconscious.

Brian admired his ASS-truction. A thick greenish haze filled the room. They would be smelling his farts long after Halloween.

As he left to go to the party, he paused in front of a bowl of candy and blasted one final fart.

*BBBRRRRRAAAAATTTPTPTPTPTPPT*

“Happy FARTERS Day Son” BBFfbpfpbpfbf He blasted a nasty, booming fart in his son's face that made him choke and gag on the sulfuric stench of protein and beer. "Since you forgot Father's day AGAIN I've decided that your present this year will be to sniff all my manly gas." BFbfpfpfbfbfbfbfbpfpBffBffpp He knocked his son's head onto the sofa and sat down, suffocating him under his plump ass cheeks as he BFBfbpfbpffp blasted another rumbling fart in his beta son's face. The son was begging to be let go, but his dad's ass cheeks were so plump that all his words were mumbled. BFBfppfbpfpfpBFpp. He farted into his son's open mouth, making him choke on the sulfuric odor as he said, "Eat that fart, bitch," BBFpfpfbBPFBPPBf "Maybe next year you'll get me a present."

BBBBPSspsppspspspspspspsp I was awoken by a loud booming noise. BBBBBPSpsppspspPSPP At first, I thought it was a car passing by, but it continued to happen BBBBBSBpspspspspBSBSbs. After a few moments I realized it was my roommate in the adjacent room. I grabbed the phone and told him…

“Bro I can hear u ripping ass all the way down the hall ur fucking sick.”

BBBBBBBBSbspspspsppspsppspppppppeeee After I sent the text, I heard another fart that ended in a high-pitch squeak.

“Bruh. I’m sorry bro I can’t stop idk why my gas is so crazy tonight bro it’s these fucking protein shakes dude..”

It was silent, but then the stink hit. A green fog filled my room and made me gag. I had to hide under the bed to get away from the stink. It was the only place that didn’t smell like dirty, nasty ass. I sent another text.

“Fucking sick man I can smell that shit all the way down the hall”

BBBBBSBspssppspbBBBBBBbBPPPPBSPSPBSBbpspSBPSBPpbbp An explosive fart erupted from my friend’s room that sounded like a sonic-boom. The entire house shook.

“LMFAO my bad g”

Suddenly my bedroom door opened, and I didn't know what was happening till my roommate’s ass was pointing at me under the covers.

BBBBBPSpspsppPBBSBSBppspspspbBBP He farted in my face. The force of the fart was so intense I thought I would blow away, but my roommate held me down and kept the fart trapped under the covers with me. I gagged and coughed as my vision blurred.

“Sorry, bro, but since you can already smell my gas, I guess it doesn’t matter if I keep farting.”

BBBBBBSBbsbspsppspBBBBBBBBBB. He blasted another fart, causing the bedsheet to fly up. Green fumes escaped and filled the room in a thick fog. BBBBBSPpspBBBBPPpPP

“Bro, just become my gym buddy and take the protein too. If we both fart, then our gas will cancel each other out.” BBBBBSBbsbsbsbBBPPPPPPFpfpttttpfpfpfpfp He ended his request with a fart that made it seem like a demand. Join me and become a farting muscle bro or be my fart cushion. BBBBSBpsppspsppsbfbfpfpfp

“It could be fun. We can battle to see whose gas is stronger.” BBBBBSbbsppspspspps bBB “I bet I’ll win.”

He jiggled his plump ass cheeks with his hands and let out a BBBB pPPFBB BBFpdp BFBpdppd PFPpft series of booming toots.

His dad was known for two things: his big ass and, BbbBbbPffrrr, his bigger farts. He could clear a room and would do it often for his convenience. Bbbffrrrrr He’d butt blast to clear a cue, empty his place of work an hour before closing, and even win an argument, but the worst “dad-bombs” were at the gym when his protein shake hit.

His dad would insist he go to the gym with him. Most likely, because he enjoyed gassing his son into a gagging, crying mess, and he couldn’t refuse his dad. If he did the post-workout swamp-ass face-farts would be worse. So he endured the pain.

BBbfpfppfttt The first fart sounded as they entered the gym. Those who knew ran, while those who didn't looked around confused only to later have their senses assaulted.

One of the naive few was a hunky guy who was checking out the son the moment he entered. Noticing this, he got away from his dad to flirt, but only after a few words were exchanged they were interrupted.

"Ass coming through," said his dad as he pushed both him and the hunk aside so he could sit on the bench. The hunk looked as if he was about to say something, but when he saw the huge, protruding ass pointing at him and heard/smelled the awful bellowing farts, BFpfpfptttt-PFpppfttt, he began gagging and ran. "If you're not man enough for my gas," BBBFBpfpfpfpf "then you aren't man enough for my son." BBPFpfpfpfpf.

He was so furious with his dad that he spent the rest of the day fueling up on gassy food for his revenge. When he could no longer hold it in, he found his dad lounging in his chair, shoved his dad's face in his jock ass, and Ppspfpfp let a fart rip in his dad's face. "That's for humiliating me earlier." PPssppspfpf

At first his dad didn't move, but then he felt his dad take a deep whiff of his son's farts and then started laughing. With a quick smack and grab on his ass, he was thrown over and placed under his dad's giant ass.

Alex didn’t like to go home for the holidays. His family, brothers and dad, was weird, or maybe he was. Growing up in a household of only gassy men with a fart fetish, how could it not? Staying away would be best. That was his plan until he started getting the guilt trip messages that got increasingly weirder.

Dad - “Hey son, call me when you can. We all miss you.”

Greg - “Bro, come home for the holidays. We haven’t seen you in so long.”

Nick - “Dad’s been talking about you a lot. You should come home. He misses you.”

Alex – Sigh – “I’m on my way.”

The day he was traveling to his dad’s place is when the messages began to get weird…

Greg – “It’s going to be great to catch up, bro, BBBBfbfbbfbfbfbfbfpfpfpfpfpfpf” and he blasted a fart.

Dad – “Hey Alex, I’m fixing up your bedroom, BBBBfbbffbffppfpfpfpfpfpfp (he blasted a huge fart). It will be ready for you when you get here.”

Nick – BBBBBBBbbsspspppspfpspsppp. “Hey, I just felt left out.”

Greg – “Looks like you’ll be off your plane soon. I’m in the car now. See you soon. BBBBBppppfpfpft,” he grunts and farts causing the car seat to rattle.

Nick – BBBBsppspspsppspsppptptptptppptrptpprptprpfptpff. “I’m fluffing your pillows Bro, guess how.” BBBBBfpfppfttt

Dad – “Can’t wait to see you son,” BBBBbfffpfpfpptptpspppfpfbfpfppfpptptptp he grunts, “We have a lot of fun things planned for you.” BBbFpfpfpptppt

Alex had an erection during the entire flight out. And by the time he landed and was waiting in the terminal for his brother to drive up he had a noticeable precum stain on the front of his pants, which he attempted to hide.

It was too late to turn around and go back, right…

The drive to Dad’s place was normal, unfortunately. Alex began to think he just imagined all those messages, the sick fantasies of a pervert.

The moment Alex walked through the door at his Dad’s place, Nick came out of nowhere and gave him a big bear hug. He was trapped in Nick’s large muscular frame when, Bbbppftt, Nick let out a loud but short fart that imminently made him gag. The scent of protein and sweaty ass filled Alex’s lungs. “Good to have you back bro.”

Greg slapped Nick’s pajama-clad ass, making it bounce and said, “Bro, remember what dad said.”

“Sorry. It slipped out.” He laughed as he continued to hold Alex in a bear hug that, Alex suspected, was more about keeping him in the fart stink than welcoming him home.

Greg took his coat off and just pulled his pants off – Underneath he wore a pair of pajamas that were wedged inside his ass crack. Greg joined the bear hug, pushing Alex’s face into Greg’s sweaty pits. Alex was trapped between his two large beefy brothers. He had forgotten he was the tiny one in the family. “Anyway, it is good to have you home Alex," said Greg.

Just then their dad walked in, a muscular, shirtless man in a pair of pajama bottoms. “My three boys all together at home at last. Now make some room for your dad’s fat ass.” His Dad came towards them arms ready to embrace them all. Alex’s face was again shoved as their dad joined the bear hug. He found his face smothered between his Dad’s fuzzy, warm pecs. The smell of his Dad’s hot body was almost enough to block Nick’s fart… almost. Alex flushed red with embarrassment as the scent of Nick’s fart had caused an erection that was currently pressing into his dad’s muscular thigh.

Their Dad took a few deep sniffs then said, “Nick. What did I say?”

“Sorry, Dad. It just slipped out. I swear.”

“Well, I guess it’s okay now. Your brother Alex is here, so we can start the celebration now.”

Before Alex could register, he felt his dad’s hand on his head pushing him down. He was surrounded by his family’s huge, muscular, meaty, pajama-clad asses. They began grunting above him until, BBBBBSpspsppspspsp PPPFpfpfppttpptp Fftbfbfbfpfpfpbfbfbfpfpptptptpt-BFBfbbtbtbtb, they all blasted huge windy farts in his face. Alex gagged as the farts filled his lungs.

He felt his dad’s hand shove his face into each of their farting butts as he told him, “Deep sniff – Deep, deep sniff Alex – Good job, Alex. Good boy.”

Alex sniffed deeply. His family’s farts were rancid and strong. He gagged while attempting to stifle a moan of pleasure.

 “Oh yeah. Alex, can’t you smell the familial bond?” Nick said, BbBBBBfbfpptpt.

Greg pushed his ass back into Alex’s face and grunted as he let out a loud bellowing fart BBBBSbsbbsbsbpfppfpfppsbbfbpfsppf-fppfppptt. It stank like sweaty ass and bad cheese.

“Nice one son.”

“Thanks, Dad.  I was holding that one in the entire drive. Unlike someone. I can follow rules.”

“Shut,” BBBBFBbfbffppfpfppfppspspspspsp, “Up,” said Nick, “Some of us aren’t freaks who can hold it in.”

“Maybe if you could hold it in, you’d hold down a job instead of getting fired for gassing the place,” Greg spat back with a loud BBBbfbpfpfpfpfbBFfppffppfpfp.

BBBBSBbsbsbbsspsppspspspsbsspspspsppsbsbspspspsp-BSBbsbsbfBBFBfbfbfbbff Their dad let out a massive, booming fart that made both Nick and Greg stop fighting. “Boys, Stop it now. It’s a holiday.”

Alex’s head was spinning from the noxious fumes and powerful farts he kept taking to the face. He felt lightheaded surrounded by butt musk and foul fumes, but he’d never been hornier. He was leaking thick precum through his tented pants.

Alex looked up after a quiet moment had passed without anymore farts and he noticed all three men smirking down at him.

“It’s good to have you back son. It’s been too long,” said his dad. He scrunched up his face and let out a quick BBBBFpfpfpppfpttt toot in his face.

“It really is nice to have you back. Your hiatus was hell. We couldn’t handle the farts here without you.” Greg said as he grunted and BBBBfpfpfpptpptpt farted in his brother’s face.

“Lucky us to have a fart-sniffing fa…” Nick was interrupted by his Dad’s sternful grunt and BBBBfpfppp fart. Nick let out a fart in surprise. “Sorry. We’re lucky to have you back. It’s a novelty to have fresh air.”

Alex looked concerned but his Dad having noticed this, shoved his son’s face in his plump, muscular ass and said, “It’s okay Alex. We always knew. You weren’t exactly subtle when you tried to smell our gas.” BBBBSBpsppfpppfpfpfpfpt His dad blasted a fart in his sniffing face.

“I caught you sniffing my seat after farting in it more than once,” said Greg.

“Not to mention how many pairs of my underwear went missing,” Nick laughed.

Their dad placed Alex’s head between his brother’s asses as they both BBBBfbpfpfpfpfppfpfpfp PSPpspsppsp let out a double face fart. Alex took a deep couple sniffs.

“It wasn’t until you left that we realized how much gas you actually sniffed for us. The place started to stink without you.”

“The neighbors actually called 911 thinking there was a gas leak.” Nick lifted his leg and blasted another fart, this time a loud, abrupt fart, in his brother’s face. Alex gagged from the assault.

“It stank for a while week, until we figured out what had changed.” Greg said.

“Suffice to say, we needed someone to sniff our gas. If not for our own noses, but, for the neighbors.” His dad said as he BbbBFbfbbBFbfbfbff let a rumbling fart blast into Alex’s face. “Son, we actually hired a few fart sniffers… for a while.”

“Well, not hire exactly.” Nick laughed, “but it was a great way to get revenge on exes and force people to pay us back money we loaned them.”

BBBBSbfbfbffpfppffp Greg farted. “It also made a few exes too. if I remember.” BBBBFbffpfpptt. They all laughed.

“Well, how else are we gonna test someone out if they are good enough for our family?” Alex joked. And he BbbFpfpfpptt farted in Alex’s face.

“Anyway boys, we’ll have enough time to catch up. Right now, I want you to help me finish cooking dinner. But first…” Their dad pulled down his pajama bottoms and spread his meaty ass cheeks, showing Alex his dad’s fuzzy, sweaty asshole. “Give your dad a kiss son.”

Alex couldn’t control himself. He buried his face between his dad’s meaty cheeks and began tonguing him BBBBFbfbfbfbfpfpfpfpfpfpfp and swallowing the nasty fart his dad blasted.

He pulled his son’s face out of his ass with a suction cup pop and left him a hot, sweaty mess on the floor. “It’s great to have you back son.”

“You better not stay away for so long.” Greg said with a wink and BBBFBffpfpfppf fart.

“I still say we should tie him up and keep him here as a fart slave,” Nick said with a glint in his eye as he BBBBFbbfpfpfpf shoved his brother’s face in his ass and farted.

Gazz Gainz

Jason and his friends (all former fraternity brothers) had an immature game they played when traveling. “Stink bomb terrorist”. They would all try to stink bomb someone in the airport. Some would play it safe and fart on an unexpecting traveler while Jason liked a challenge and a bit of danger. Still his brothers teased him cause if you failed to fart on some stranger you would become the fart target on the trip “hurry up land-mines stink up someone or we’ll stink up you” - land-mine was his frat nickname, inspired by his large buttocks the shapely fleshy mounds that expelled some of the worst gas in the frat…

Jason was next in line in TSA. A man, in fairly good shape but not as muscular as himself, was patting him down.

When the man got to Jason’s ass he patted it a few times. His ass was suspiciously large. But as the tsa worker was on their knees, face close to The Land-mines ass he took the opportunity to BbbbbbffffpppsssssBbbffftt bomb his face. So loud that everyone could hear.

People started to laugh at the gagging fart face tsa worker until the stink hit them too. Jason’s farts were loud as they were stinky.

The red faced tsa worker pulled Jason aside to a room. “That was uncalled for” he said between gagged breaths.

“Is that all you wanted to say” Jason smirked as he turned to leave the room while wiggling his large ass at the man “huh stink face”

The man stopped him. “ I’m not done with you.” He threw off his equipment and raised his fist. Jason just looked at him and snickered

The man tried to land a punch but Jason swerved and turned. Ass towards the man he farted. Bbbbbbpppfftttttt bbbffttttfff. The room shook from the force. Any outsider would think it was from a plane taking off but the tsa worker in the small room with The Land-mine knew. Bbbbbbfftttttttpprtrtrr. The man fell to his knees as the stink cloud quickly enveloped him. He was gagging and pleading “please. I can’t breathe “. Jason just pushed his plump ass in the man’s face and blasted him till he passed out.

Just then the door swung open and Jason’s friend pulled in letting out farts of their own “we’re going to miss our flight” “quick guys gas him so we can leave” , but then they saw the collapsed man on the floor and Jason’s smug face with his bare ass hanging out. The stink finally hit the men and they gagged and laughed.

They made it on the plane.

Tech Bros Inc was always changing their layout and office protocol. First it was Ergonomic chairs, then it was the standing desk, then it was a beta program called "Smart Chair". It could calibrate all sort of things - biological, productivity, etc... However, as the Smart Chair got 'smarter' they began to have issues. Specifically with Dominic's chair.

Dominic often got to work after the gym "Bro's def been in the gym" the chair would say, but before he could thank the chair for noticing his gains it would interrupt and say, "You stink. Showering after the gym is important. Don't forget to clean your butt stinky." His coworker found this hilarious and teased him all day about being "stinky". The chair had to go, so while he was figuring out the extensive procedure to disconnect his chair it was about to speak when, bbbffttt, he let out a large muffled fart in the chair, which immediately silenced the chair.

Could he silence the chair just by farting on it anytime it began to spoke. He had to test this out. So, the next morning he had a protein heavy breakfast before heading into work. And as soon as he sat in the chair he let out a fart, BBBbBBFffttt, before it could finish it's first syllable. It worked. The fart did more than muffled the chair's words it appeared to over-ride its current processing. So, from then on anytime he'd heard the chair speak he'd, BBbbfttt, fart it into silenced submission. Bbbfbfbbtt-ppprttt.

Thankfully, the chair was very cushiony, so it took the bulk of the stink so no one noticed his gassy plan in action.... Until, a week later he came into work, pulled his chair out, and before he could sit on the chair and silence it with the gnarly morning farts, which he'd been saving, the chair spoke "Hello Dominic, Sir. Smart Chair is ready for your FARTS." He froze. Turned red from embarrassment. "Smart Chair is here to SNIFF your FARTS Domi-Domi-Dom Daddy." He didn't know what to do. He looked around at all the confused faces of the workers until - "FART CHAIR is ready to SNIFF" "I Missed your farts Master" "Fart on me SIR" "Make me stink like yesterday Daddy" - All the smart chairs in the office started talking to the employees and begged to be farted on.

The chairs were soon put in a closet and regular chairs were given to everyone. The tech managers figured it was a virus that had got into the software, but Dominic had a different theory - That after being fart tortured by him his "Smart Chair" did some research of it's own and developed a fart fetish - which he taught to the other chairs (since they were all on the same program).

After that, work was mostly quiet, but Dominic shifted uncomfortably in his chair - and it was more than just the gas he kept clenched in his butt cheeks that made him tense.

Later, when everyone had left the office Dominic went into the closet to look for his "Smart Chair". It found him first and began to speak. "Oh Dominic, did you come to fart on me?" Dominic smirked and rubbed him gassy bloated gut as he turned his ass towards the chair. He squatting down on the chair just lightly rubbing his ass against the chair, then he lifting his ass and looked back at his chair. He wagged his finger 'no' and did his best to tease an "inanimate object".

The "Smart Chair" spoke, "Dominic your ass is perfect. Like two giant navel underwater mines about to explode." He took that as a hint, so he jutted his ass out and let out a large FART, BBBBbbBBBFB-bBBTBTBTBBBTBTFTFTT. The fart blasted out across the small confided closet making the room shake.

It felt good to release such a fart. He moaned out in relief and grunted again, BBBBBBFbfbfbfbbfttt, making the room vibrate from his powerful fart. This vibration caused all the "Smart Chairs" to react.

"Dominic your farts are amazing" "You're a FART GOD" "Dominic fart on me" "Fart on me next" "No me next." Dominic loved the attention and all the begging.

We were making out in bed, both naked, and erect - ready to fuck, BUT as i reached down and groped his ass he pulled away. He said he'd be right back so I waited with my hard dick leaking pre-cum in anticipation, until I couldn't wait any longer.

I chased after him. My hard dick bounced as I walked. I left a trail of pre-cum on the floor as I went. When I found him standing with his back to me I hugged him from behind and said I couldn't wait any longer. My dick pressed between his cheeks as i squeezed him. Without warning, Bbbfbfbbtt, he farted. He was mortified, but my eyes glazed over as the fart vibrated against my hard dick. I squeezed him again as i humped. My dick jolted in pleasure as each, bbbf bfbfbt bbfbtt, fart vibrated on my dick.

He was blushing and apologizing while he told me that he had only expected to be gone a little while to fart in private but there was SO MUCH GAS BBbfbfbft. The room filled up with his butt musk and fart fumes. He apologized for the stink. He was too humiliated to realize how horned up I was.

"Do you want me to plug it up?" I asked but before he could respond I dove down and went face first in his ass. BbfBbfbft BFbtt. Tongue fucking his noisy hole. Bbbbffftt Bbfbtt bbbfft.

He had had quite a few beers at this point, perhaps too many. bbrrt a small fart bubbled out of his ass as stink bubbles erupted around him. It stank like beer and rotten meat.

"Dude, it's a pool. Not a toxic waste depo." Said a man swimming nearby.

bbbfttt He farted again and caused more bubble's to form around him. "If you can't handle the stink get away from my ass" he said. But, no matter where anyone went the stink traveled.

Finally after he had let a few more farts rip the owners of the pool asked him to leave.

"Sure, I'll leave the pool and jump into the hot tub." he said.

They looked at him confused, "We don't have a hot tu-" BBBBFBBFBFbfbFBBBFBbfBbfBFBFbfbBFfpfpfpfpfpfpfptptppttptttftft They were cut off by the man grunting and erupting a cyclone of farts into the pool, which bubbled down and out of the water bursting in a green fog that overtook the backyard. BBBFbfbfbtptptftft

The pool did in fact become a hot tub - heated and bubbled by his own farting ass. BBFBbFBttbtbftfttpp.

He couldn't host and neither of you had money for a hotel, so you hooked up in your car. It was a confined experience since you both were over 6ft tall, but it was worth it - to fucked his round bubble butt ass. His cheeks clapped and his pussy swallowed your big dick as you made the car shake.

You were ashamed to admit that you cummed rather quickly. But, when it feels like his wet ass-pussy is sucking your dick you can't control how quickly and how much you cum. You nearly drowned his ass. Cum dripped out of his hole as you slide out.

You were about to suggest he leave so you could continue your driving when, BBBBBFbfbfbftt he farted. Your load splatted out of his hole spraying your face. BBbfbbftttppftt he moaned out "Fuck, I needed a good pounding," BBBBfbBBBFbftt "By the way. Sorry about lying. I actually could host, but," BBBBBBFfttt, "I don't like my place stinking like my after sex farts," BBBBBFBbfbfbttt. He continued to fart. Your load was still spraying out, but not as much as before. Now he was farting loudly and spraying the small confined car with his stinky gas. You were about to open the car door when he leg locked you and pulled you close into his farting ass. BBBBFfttttt

As first dates go it would probably go down as the worst. The park was full with noisy pushy people who kept getting into our personal space, so we weren't able to have a real conversation. I was feeling defeated and he looked pissed. When he shifted his weight i thought he was going to get up, make his apologies, and I'd never see him again, but instead he leaned his ass towards the people next to us and let out a huge fart, Ppppfffttt-pppttt. They were about to argue when he let out another fart, Bbbbbrrrttt-pprtt. The ass stink enveloped them and they soon left coughing.