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I accidentally farted in front of my neighbor's doorbell camera. 🥲💨📹 I've had bad gas since yesterday and couldn't control it, it just blasted out my cheeks like blrprblrt. Don't eat sugar free chocolates, you'll be so full of farts you could make an audio file of your embarrassment and then some! (,,>﹏<,,)
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Just the sweet sounds of me lazily lying in bed. 🥱💨
I got some of those Russell Stover sugar free chocolates, and my GI tract has a lot to say about them right now. My tummy is bubbling up, I can hear the gas shift around, and I'm already breaking wind.
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Imagine a couple where person A is bashful with an embarrassing gas problem, and the person B loves how much their partner farts and wants them to be more confident about it! So B secretly makes A more gassy with dirty tricks, like lying to them about using oat milk in their coffee and adding a little fiber supplement to their food. B's idea is that A will uncontrollably fart so much, that they'll have to get used to it, even out in public or meeting with people. Also, A will fart even more than they already do!
I'm just saying, I think I'd be more excited than angry if someone fed me food with inulin in it without me knowing, or if they didn't tell me the candy they gave me was sugar free. Because of them, for the rest of the day I'm bloating so bad that I can't hold the pressure in that long, I have to rip ass several times an hour. They set me up for a long day of trying to hold all of the flatus in, or helplessly farting all over the place at home and wondering "why am I so gassy?" But they make such good food... (,,¬ᴗ¬,,)
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Yesterday's toots! I wasn't too gassy, but the gas didn't want to leave! After some unsatisfying releases, I took a deflatulent to help the gas find the way out. (,,>﹏<,,)=3 *prrt!*
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Oh gosh, I have a few. In no particular order: 1) Being someone's gassy pet. I like pony play, and the idea of being a flatulent beast of burden, farting right in front of my owner as they make me work and take care of me. I could even be cursed into being an actual molly mule. I especially like thinking about pulling a cart, or going on a trail, and I'm unable to hold anything in from the exertion. Noisy farts slap between my pony cheeks while my poor owner is downwind. But they act like it's to be expected, just another day working with an equine. They may occasionally say "whew, really girl?" or make a joke about it, and apologizing for their gassy ass to people on my humiliated behalf. (˶>﹏<˶ᵕ ) 2) Having a curse put on me that gives me the ears and tail of a mule. And somehow, the curse makes me fart so much worse. I go about my otherwise normal life trying to hide my long ears and tail... and all the flatus that equates to how much a full-grown mule produces in my small body. (⸝⸝⸝O﹏ O⸝⸝⸝) 3) Being someone's gassy wife! They tease me for it all the time, but they don't mind my chronic flatulence. But I do fart a lot, and they know I'm bashful about this. My spouse will keep me on a strict flatulogenic diet and sneak things like inulin in my food, or sugar free candy, so I'm always farting my ass off. It doesn't matter if we're at home, seeing friends and family, out in public, they want me to rip ass as much as they can make me and they love seeing their tiny, bloated wife helplessly farty. 🫠
What if you publicly embarrassed me for eating your ice cream and drinking your milk all the time despite my lactose intolerance? Never mind that it's your food I'm eating when I know I'm not allowed to. You make me wear a tight cow skirt with a shirt that says "got gas?" on it. Now we go out to a restaurant, or the mall, maybe just out on a walk where the whole point is to show off your gassy cow, who's desperately holding it in. And the rule is that I always have to drink milk or shakes for as long as I wear it... everyone's going to know those bassy, slapping sounds are coming from the evidently gassy cow with a fat, farting ass. 🍨🥛🐄💨💨
