#flatulence

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Was it a good one? 🥹

Lying in a Q&A video to her fans that she won't hire an editor because she 'enjoys the process' and not because she'd rather die than have someone else slave away combing through hours of footage to cut her various gaseous expulsions that ring out during a recording session.

Sheepishly checking up the package tracking of several sound absorbing panels for her walls after her Wendy's family-sized chili bucket and baconators story time session had her relentlessly barking out of both ends so much, it caused her apartment neighbors to ask if she could quiet her dogs down(She doesn't have pets).

Investing in some thick rugs under her table and chair so she when she's straight-facing a long, quiet rumbler it won't visibly ripple whatever drink she has in a glass.

Investing in a large standing desk to eat off of so she can raise it just enough between cuts to subtly unbutton or loosen her pants mid-recording, and getting a stream deck so she can mute mics if and when she's got big ones she needs to rip/can't hold back.

Forgetting to prerecord an ad read and having to do it mid recording, wiping the ring of Buldak ramen broth off her lips and having to retry takes because she keeps cutting herself off with long gurgly belches or cheek trembling toots. She manages to wield it back and get a good take in, hitting the clip button just in time before she winces and ripples a long, bubbly one up the back of her seat.

Shaking hands after signing a long term sponsor deal, internally dancing off the walls when she sees that the big wigs use the elevator closest to them and not the one she took... squeezing in a review of local café an hour before on an anxious tummy did her no favors farting up the small metal space. At least she got, well, most of it out before she hit the meeting room floor.

Keeping the center console of her car stocked with sprays and air fresheners for her car reviews, she forgot to do so last time and reviewing the new Dave's Hot Chicken Hot Mozz left her visibly fogging up her windows with her gas before having to roll them down and drive home in her smog.

Me after eating:

This story includes a rough, commanding husband and his smaller, submissive husband.

Part One: The Promise

I was startled awake by pressure and warmth on my face. I opened my eyes to complete darkness, my face smushed beneath something large and soft yet firm. A roaring vibration caused me to jump, and as I breathed, my air turned poisonous, toxic, filled with the disgusting ghosts of food past consumed.

It was a fart, one that kept going, spoiling all of my air. The roaring hadn't shifted, retaining it's deep tone and pitch. The smell was beyond bad, turned horrific by combined lactose intolerance and protein powder. My eyes stung from the power of it, my smushed face growing ever warmer under the large ass.

The fart fizzled out, but the ass wasn't done. It moved around to really steep the smell into my face, a smell I had become all-too familiar with.

The ass left my face, and I took a deep breath. But the fart was too extreme. It had overtaken all the air in the area, again a usual occurrence. My husband Sal turned, inches from me. He knelt on the wood floor of our bedroom with a smile. "Hey. I was holding that in for an hour, just for you."

He wiggled his thick eyebrows. Though he was as gay as a unicorn, Sal was the manliest man of all men. He was overly tall and just as wide, with a tan body in a perfect spot between chubby and muscular, a full dark beard and a very hairy body. But the best part of him, the culprit of oxygen destruction, was his thick, wide ass. I always said it was like a shelf, jutting out from the base of his back.

I struggled to catch my breath, and he leaned in to kiss me. Sal got back onto the bed as he kissed me more, deeper. "I had a long fucking day. I need you."

He brought the blanket over us, all the way over our heads. I crawled down to his crotch to work him into a hardened position. I started sucking him, closing my eyes and waiting for the inevitable--

The fart blasted long and strong, causing a vibration in the mattress. I was trapped with the smell but continued. Sal took a big sniff. "Oh, yeah! You smell that, babe?"

"Mm-hmm," I said while still sucking. I finished him off and tried to crawl back up, but he forced me down by my shoulders.

"You know you're not done yet," Sal taunted.

I groaned. "Do I have to smell your farts every time? One is bad enou--"

All at once, he rolled and closed his huge legs around my head, pulling it towards his ass. "Hey, you promised when we got married--"

A booming blast lit up my world, forceful enough for me to feel the air. The smell was literally breathtaking from the start, as if it had been gestating in some hot place. Like all of Sal's farts, it rumbled on for a few long seconds. When it stopped, Sal humped the bed. "Smell it."

I had made a promise, that I'd indulge his obsession with farting on people. So I sniffed, eyes burning and stomach turning.

Sal moaned and started humping the bed more. He stopped and got out of bed, stretching. "Hey, don't let 'em go to waste!"

I almost sighed but held it in. I got on top of the covers, lying on my belly and pointing my face right behind his mammoth ass. He squeezed out six huge booms in succession, petting my head as I sniffed them. It wasn't as bad outside the covers.

I pulled my head away. "Don't you have to go to work?"

Sal ignored the question. "Head back."

I knew what was coming but relented, flipping and rested my head on the edge of the bed, face up. Sal slowly and calmly lowered his fat booty onto my face, rubbing his crotch as he did so.

A fart shook my whole world once again, thankfully a shorter one. But Sal continued to sit there, leaving me exposed to the stink of it for longer than usual. He then got up.

I almost got up, too, but his ass suddenly fell again, sealing me in as Sal pushed out his biggest fart of the morning. It was like an earthquake against my face, and the smell was almost too bad. Sal had had worse farts, this one was close.

He kept pushing it out. My air was thick and ruined, and I thought I might be sick. It stopped right when I was starting to struggle.

"Shh! Shh!" Sal whispered, letting his deadly fart sink into my face. "Not done yet."

He pushed out a smaller blast. I struggled harder.

"Nope." Sal pushed his ass down further. I was hot and overwhelmed, almost choking.

Another small blast. I pushed at his thick legs to no avail.

Sal laughed darkly above me. "Almost. Hhn!"

He strained to push more out, bigger and longer than the last two. "There! Last one. Relax and enjoy it and we'll be done."

I stopped struggling, but my stomach wouldn't stop turning. My irritated eyes were fully crying, and his horrible air made my throat and nose burn.

He got up and turned, bending down to give me an upsidedown kiss. I flipped over, deepening the kiss and kneeling on the bed in his arms. Sal sniffed deep and beamed. "Wow. We stink."

"Yeah. That was truly deadly." But I kissed him again anyways.