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Imagine that Person A and B live together (either in a relationship or as roommates) in an apartment where the shower has glass walls and is next to the toilet.

Ever since they started living together, Person A tells B that while they close the bathroom door when using it, they never lock it. They don’t like the idea of B being locked out of the bathroom if there’s an emergency, bathroom-related or otherwise. A tells B that if they ever need to use the toilet while A’s taking a shower, then just walk in and take care of themself - A won’t mind.

One day, nature calls pretty urgently while A’s in the shower, and B finally puts that policy to use. Fortunately, A is as good as their word and happily greets B as they shyly go to sit on the toilet.

B’s relief is short-lived as A (the gassy jokester that they are) smushes their ass up against the shower’s glass wall (directly next to B’s head) and lets out the loudest, wettest, steamiest fart. Not wanting to leave things unfinished, B has no choice but to watch as A absolutely assaults the glass, teasing B as they do so.

After that, B ends up visiting A during showers a lot more often.

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I love imagining proof that there are way more people IRL who are into farts than most people would expect.

For example, I’ve been imagining two people going out on a date, but then something goes awry when Person A’s head accidentally aligns with the ass of (secret gasbag) Person B, resulting in them withstanding a pent-up first date fart point blank.

Unfortunately, Person A isn’t into that (this isn’t an OTP prompt; Person A hasn’t seen the fart-fueled light) and ends the date right there. The next day, they start telling their friend group about how the date went, especially the “disgusting” end to the night. They spare no details, and assume that the flustered silence of their friends is second-hand embarrassment for Person A.

Later, Person B suddenly gets hit up by a lot of unknown numbers asking if they’d be willing to go on dates to various new, exciting restaurants. Thus begins the fight between a friend group (minus one baffled Person A) to see who gets a piece of that gassy ass.

(Your choice whether or not the group + Person B realize they’re open to a poly situation where everyone can get a piece of the gassy ass.)

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fav type of cropdusting situation?

Ooh, good question…

So, I’m going to admit something. I think the most specific form of crop dusting - which is secretly cropdusting a location (either by farting silently as you walk, or unleashing a fart in a location and leaving before anyone else walks into the resulting fart cloud) - don’t often appear in my fantasies. I don’t dislike it (I even think it can be fun!), but I like other stuff a lot more. I think it’s because of two reasons: 1) I’m the biggest fan of farting when it’s between people who know each other, or at most, people who are about to know each other, so subjecting random unknown people to the fart isn’t the best part to me. And 2) I most love when people are subjected to farts when it’s personal. When the farter focuses on the fartee, spending time near them and devoting their gas to them. So it’s less crop dusting and more a private aromatherapy session.

So my favorite types of cropdusting are more personal variants. I love imagining someone being deemed as target for farts by their partner or group of friends, and every time the fart-target is sitting down (whether on the floor or a sofa), the others let go of farts every time they walk by them. Basically, whenever the fart-target puts their head at butt-height, there’s a gassy butt just waiting to unload itself around them. The target coughs and complains when it happens, but they definitely don’t stop sitting down around these people…

I also love the idea of the gassiest member of a friend group always fighting to be the first person on an upward escalator, because whenever they let out those crop-dusting clouds of farts, their friends have no choice but to ascend through the clouds. (Maybe some of them also complain about the friend who is directly behind the farter and taking the gas point blank; maybe if they huffed a little better, everyone else could’ve endured less of the gas).

Oh, I also like the idea of a person seeing their friend/partner/etc. walk out of their bedroom looking super relieved, wink at them, and say, “The room’s ready for you.��� Which means, “I unleashed a massive fart cloud in your room."

Thanks for asking!

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🍊 for the ask game! Thanks :3

Oh, I like farts the flutter fabric a lot! Farts in jeans too, if only because it's impossible to fart quietly in those, and if you're bloated, they might be tight enough to squeeze some out. >.> But a skirt flapping from a powerful, cheek-slapping fart is peak! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

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My butt had a lot to say last week! Want to make me fart more? ;D

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One of the best ways to bond in a relationship is waking up together and cuddling out all your morning thunder together, taking turns getting some whiffs under the covers.

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Magic user who turns only into gassy animals is all fun and games, but what if after turning back this magic takes a while to fully dissipate and for the next week (or month...) they're producing the equivalent farts of whatever animal they turned into. So if they want to use this magic they need to contend with the fact that it's gonna have consequences.

Ooh that’s also a great idea! Also, maybe the longer they spend AS that animal, the longer that post-transformation gas period becomes.

Since I’m such a furry, I’d also love to see a few small animal features to show they’re still suffering from the consequences of the spell. Like, the magic user spends almost an entire day as a horse, and then for the next couple weeks, their ears taper up into furry horse ear points, and they have to cut holes in their robes for a small tail that managed to linger.

And, of course, they feel a drive to make huge bowls of oatmeal for breakfast (it’s hard to translate a craving for a horse diet into human food) and eat it by dipping their head into the bowl. It’s even more embarrassing when that new tail lifts and makes way for huge horse farts while they’re in the middle of eating.

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… OK, I’m not going to lie, I’m really tempted to make characters based on that post I made earlier about the magic-user who curses people into becoming flatulent animals.

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Ohhh yes that’d be great :3

Now I’m imagining a feared magic-user (who is neither entirely evil nor entirely good) who has two whole barns full of gassy animals on their property. Half the animals - usually the ones who do the hardest labor or are meant to be eaten - look haunted and miserable. These were people who dared to cross the magic-user, either by cheating them or trying to kill/arrest them. They’re doomed to spend the rest of their lives as flatulent beasts, toiling hard and getting fattened up for slaughter for the rest of their days.

The other half of the gassy animals are entirely different. They’re well-loved, only do work if they feel like it (because they want to help and stay active too), and are fed handsomely with no risk of being eaten themselves. These are also people the magic-user cursed, but who befriended the magic-user after the curse was placed. (Because hey, everybody makes mistakes. Sometimes you curse a guy for breaking into your home because you think they’re a thief, but then it turns out they just wanted to wait out a storm and thought your enchanted shawl was a regular blanket. Now you’ve got a pretty chill guy who is great to hang out with, even after you’ve turned them into a horse who farts more than three full-grown men after a buffet.)

Considering they're people who have lost their humanity and access to their human lives, it’s surprising just how many happy, farting animals this magic-user accumulates. Some people wonder if any number of those cursed people came to this place asking to be cursed...

So far, the only downside to freely sharing my fart ideas here whenever I want is that I’ll forget if I’ve already shared an idea here that I’ve just remembered. Like, is this a new idea, or did I just forget that I made a post exactly like this a few months ago?

… anyway, at risk of this being a “rerun” idea, imagine a wizard/magic user who can shapeshift into animals, but only animals that are notorious gasbags (horses, mules, donkeys, cows, etc.), and whenever they’re in an animal form, their flatulence gets practically uncontrollable.

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You know how that witch in Brave was comedically obsessed with bears? From what we see of her actions/history in the movie, her answer to any person’s problem is to turn someone into a bear. She’s also a woodcarver, but she really only carves bears.

This made me imagine other wizards and witches having clear obsessions that bleed into their magical lives. They have great magical power, but they only channel it into their own personal interests. EVERYTHING has to be themed around it, no matter how much of a stretch it is from what actually needs to be done.

So… what if there was a magic-user who based everything around flatulence? Their only interest is making people gassy/gassier and able to expel that gas with ease, and finding solutions for people’s problems through farting. People soon learn to only consult the magic-user if they’re suffering from trapped wind, otherwise they’ll get an entirely new problem on their hands.

Someone tells the magic-user that they wish to gain strength? Why not farts so strong they can blow solid objects across the room?

Someone tells the magic-user that they want to be a great musician? Why not give them enough self-replenishing gas to practice nature’s greatest wind instrument?

Someone tells the magic-user that they want a spell to find who their one true love is? Ah, well that one's trickier, but there’s something in the old books that could work. If you drink this potion, you will forever afterwards have the ability to know if you’re close to your true love… because you’ll get gassier and gassier the closer you are to them, until you’re next to them and spending every second either ripping ass or desperately holding that gas in.

Someone tells the magic-user that they want to become inhumanly gassy and able to fart whenever they please?

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So far, the only downside to freely sharing my fart ideas here whenever I want is that I’ll forget if I’ve already shared an idea here that I’ve just remembered. Like, is this a new idea, or did I just forget that I made a post exactly like this a few months ago?

… anyway, at risk of this being a “rerun” idea, imagine a wizard/magic user who can shapeshift into animals, but only animals that are notorious gasbags (horses, mules, donkeys, cows, etc.), and whenever they’re in an animal form, their flatulence gets practically uncontrollable.

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To breathe fire and fly, dragons must be living hot air balloons from all the hydrogen and methane churning inside them. 🤭 I wouldn't be able breathe fire from the front end...

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Thanks for the info! I love knowing more about how plausible my ideas could be. :3 Honestly, I expected as much; after enough time, Person A’s tight, high farts would come back. Although, that makes their loose, sloppy farts even more awkward for the others to hear, as it just reminds them that A was getting topped hard all the more recently.

Now I’m imagining Person A letting out a characteristic squeaker, and before their friends can chide them for the breach of etiquette, Person B mutters (not quietly enough for the room), “Sounds like someone could use another fun night."

Imagine that Person A typically has very tight, high-pitched sounding farts. They get gassy more often than they (and/or the people around them) would like, so their close friends are very familiar with the bright, whining farts that squeal from their ass. Even when their farts are huge, they still manage to come out sounding like their butt is trying to whistle.

Then Person A starts dating Person B, who - whether they have a dick or a strap-on - loves to top in bed. Person A’s friends discover the nature of their sex life, whether they want to or not, once A’s farts suddenly get a whole lot lower and looser.

(I don’t know if this would happen realistically, let’s just assume this for the story)

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Sound off what is everyone's favorite drink/food to make them burp, I'll go first

For me it's a combo of diet coke + Reeses, but I'll give an honorable mention to the Black Cherry Shasta I get from the grocery store vending machine

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It’s funny how much I imagine being the gassy one in a relationship with how little I actually get gassy, and how much I’ve been thinking about the smell side of farting when it’s not my favorite aspect of this kink. But my most recent thought (which I wish I could make real) is showing how much someone wants to be around me, even with farts flowing out of me.

Like, a future partner of mine cuddling up with me while I can’t help but let out hot, hissing farts against their leg. They’re thick and pungent, but they just keep coming, and being that close to me means being in the center of a fragrant cloud. In this scenario, I’m gassy enough that this cloud never fully dissipates, with new waves of smell coming out regularly.

Then my future partner will leave the room (maybe to go to the bathroom, or to get something), and the fresh air will almost be a shock to them. Finally, there’s a break where they can refresh themself.

But they don’t linger, and they quickly turn back to rejoin me in my fart cloud.

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This is how a mule girl farts when nobody is watching. >.> It's fun when you get to just let it all loose without a care! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

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I’m still not really one for hyper stuff (I like my fart stories to be grounded in realistic gas; it’s easier for me to imagine scenarios happening to myself that way), but I do get interested in how some hyper art takes place in a world where hypers (people who have hyper abilities to do things) commonly exist and have some infrastructure based around them. Even if it’s not perfect, there’s some acknowledgement that this type of world is their normal.

Keeping that in mind… imagine someone who is super gassy, but at a non-hyper level. They bloat up from simple foods and trumpet more from their backside than they ever could with a musical instrument, but it’s a normal level of constant flatulence, if that makes sense. Still, to non-gassy people, this level of farting might as well be hyper-level, and they still get teased, mocked, and left out of stuff because of it.

One day, this person goes to college (you decide if it’s an undergrad degree starting at age 18, or if they’re going/returning to college at an older age) and needs to stay in dorm housing. Unfortunately, there was trouble filing the paperwork, and there aren’t many affordable rooms available - at least no single rooms with private bathrooms like this person needs. Humiliated, this person calls the office and explains that for the good of their mental and physical health, they can NOT room with someone. They need the nonjudgmental space to relieve themself. They start losing hope when the person on the other end of the line says there’s nothing to be done.

However, they get an ultimatum: there really aren’t any normal private rooms available. But there IS a hyper house available: a dorm house just for hyperfarters. And while they will still have to share a room with someone, the bathroom will just be for them and the roommate - no sharing with an entire floor of people. In any case, the roommate will be a hyperfarter, someone who will almost certainly not judge anything this person produces. This is the only offer aside from rooming with a non-hyper that they can take.

So… they do. And thus starts this person’s time rooming with somebody whose post-dinner farts literally shake the walls, whose nighttime gas absolutely blow back their bedsheets, and who practices farting songs that are up to five minutes long - and who still needs to fart afterwards to get “everything” out.

But hey. At least their own gas is finally nothing to laugh at.