thats nasty, wanna try it?

She recently had taken me to a public restroom,

because we were out in small place public and since I was gassy from the coffee she gave me. I held them all in and tummy was bloated.

She kept telling me to release and rub my tummy. I don’t and she grabs my hand and takes me into the bathroom and we go in the big stall while other girls our age in side the bathroom.

Mind you, I’m wearing a cute, all white outfit, frilly white skirt, white knee socks with black bows, black shirt with white polka dots and bows.

She bends me over and spreads my cheeks and all the farts I been holding in all day start coming out.

My face contorted, grinding my teeth, toes curled and moaning as each fart becomes wetter and wetter.

She makes me hold my cheeks together; everyone outside is whispering and laughing.

She pulls out the pet pad, sits it on the floor has me open my legs and makes me life my skirt. I squat and shart all over the pet pad.

She takes out wipes for my asshole and tells me how much of a stinky pervert I am for liking it.

I had to do the walk of shame out the stall and she said “sorry for how loud she has, tummy troubles.”.

"Give it a kiss" "What?" "If it's really all clean, that shouldn't be a problem right? Give it a kiss."

sometimes they’re nice and don’t undo their belts— let you sniff over the pants. other times, you’re buried in the sweaty, hairy swamp ass of someone you don’t even know. maybe a seemingly composed woman will approach you and blow a wet fart up your nostrils, or maybe a slobbish man will adjust his bulge before mushing his balls into the bridge of your nose and ripping a nasty fart down your airways.

and all you can do is take it, taking in shuddering inhales of muggy, tainted air that’s more gas than anything. you have a new purpose, now.

All bets are off and your safety is up to the whims of their turbulent tummy

I’m stinking up the whole dressing room, I’m farting so much in these leggings I’ve tried on after ripping ass.

There’s only one worker in here while I’m the only person trying on right now

I feel so good letting out loudest farts, knowing a girl can hear.

She can hear how nasty I am. After I ate bowls of cereal. I’m moaning and toes curling agree each release.

I’m relaxed and too relaxed, as I’m about fart I can tell something was coming with it. But I had enough time to control it and get to the bathroom.

At the door my roommate is holding the package she for me tighter leather shorts. I tell her “I have a bathroom emergency”.

“You can wait. Try them on, now.”

She won’t move out the door I put them on, they were tight too tight.

“Ok now I’m goi-“ I try pulling them down it’s too tight and won’t budge. She’s sitting there laughing knowing my demise.

I sit down and closing my legs and cheeks hard until the farts start coming out wetter and sharper through fabric and I can feel the gass building.

And I love it.