You are now my personal gassy livestock. Strapped to old medical beds by leather tie downs with buckles. I'll make sure you are well fed with snacks and gas producing foods. I might give you an inulin treat or some sugar free gummies. You are someone to fart for me when I deem ready. After measuring your belly for proper bloating, roundness, and sensitivity, I'll pull out a stethoscope placing the cold round bell onto your bare skin checking for gurgling, rumbling, and whining. When you start to moan from the pressure building through your intestines against the inside of your sphincter, I'll rub your swollen belly and wait a little longer. Then ill lower the medical bed to the floor and place my head under your bare cheeks. I'll slowly pull out the butt plug I placed inside to seal in the gasses and smells to give you the relief you crave. Allowing you to release your farts and empty your bowels however you need onto me. The moisture, the warmth, the sounds will all be mine to saver, inhale, or lick however I please. Will it be rancid and wet as it mumbles and pops out like a broken engine? Perhaps it will be oderless but boisterous in volume, with enough warm air to force the hair out of my eyes or ripple the loose collar of my shirt. *Ppprrfffphhh pfsss* relieved and no longer straining you feel so much better. The fart felt amazing as it expanded your sphincter with its bubbles and wind. Almost flapping as it opened and closed.

couple commissions I finished recently

Cream filling