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grumbling aching tummies after a night out are like a reward for all the hard work drinking and stuffing your face with greasy fast food. low burning farts that grow shorter and more desperate until you’ve gotta go right now.

barely making it to the toilet and relaxing as your aching tummy groans… wet sloppy farts followed by a desperate urgent load, you can’t help but moan as you release the pent up mess.

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gainer bf who whines for cock and food in the same bitchy moany way 🥰 >

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i want a subby puppy boyfriend who’s cute and sweet and cuddly and will let me stuff him silly full of food then sit on my lap and whimper as i make him try to hold in his poop

he wiggles and squirms in my arms, letting out hot, gassy farts against my lap, keening as the cramping and pressure inside him grows worse

and he just whimpers and whines against my neck as he loses control, noisily filling his shorts and underwear as his full belly can no longer hold in the massive load that’s built up, and i pet his hair and coo softly in his ear, telling him he’s a good boy for holding it for so long

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waking up with earth shatteringly loud farts daily is my alarm clock for my partner. since they’re a heavy sleeper next time maybe i will wake them up with “alarm” right in their face 😈 cant sleep thru that

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i haven’t been nearly as active as i used to be on here but since twitter is a shithole (lol) i’m gonna slowly start coming g back to here 😈 who’s active i’m not following a ton of people rn

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huffing your own smells while getting off really puts those primal animalistic urges to good use… i <3 being feral :3

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EMBARRASS ME do it

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who knew eating healthy would make my farts absolutely disgusting and loud and uncontrollable lol

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he’s just like me fr

You can’t stay mad at him fr

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recently my farts have been loud, long, and super rank. every morning, i wake up with a huge wet fart that smells up my entire room. i always take it all in, admiring my own nasty gas.

when my partners in bed with me they admire it too… putting their head under the blankets to surround themself with the smell of my ass ;P

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thank u for 300 of u freaks enjoying me talk about my freakiness it’s fun here

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concept: your feedee whimpering and rubbing their stomach desperately, only barely managing to groan out “my belly…” before the loudest fart you’ve ever heard thunders out of their fat ass

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(source)

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gassy shopping shenanigans

self indulgent fic thing bc I'm horny and yearning for gassy dates 😮‍💨

CW: eprocto, eructo, gas in public (but any reactions of others aren't mentioned)

enjoy ✨

travelling to a new city for the weekend was just a romantic idea of yours, but with both of us being who we are it was only a matter of time before our guilty habits caught up to us. between the full English breakfast in the morning and the burritos for lunch, we're both bloated wrecks by the time we wander through the local shopping complex in the afternoon. you've been covering deep, gurgling belches the entire train ride through the city, the sounds just loud enough for me to hear behind your muffling hand, and I haven't stopped adjusting the waistband of my jeans as I try to let my swollen belly breathe. (I've already given up on my belt and taken it off entirely, shoved somewhere in my bag, and I'm considering the merits of undoing the tight button for a moment of relief.)

but the discomfort of our mutual gassiness isn't enough to make us head back to the hotel, despite the heated looks we keep shooting at each other; and besides, we're both practiced enough by now that it becomes something of a game.

it starts in a hidden corner of a clothing store, when I ask you to keep an eye out for any customers before I shift my hips and erupt in a deep, long rumbler that had clearly been held in too long. it's fortunate that the music in the store is enough to cover the not-exactly-quiet fart that leaves me panting in relief, but the stench can't be helped. you pat my swollen tummy in silent appreciation and I get to watch your face slacken as you let one rip - louder than mine, wet and pressurised. your groan of bliss leaves no doubt that you've been holding back just as much as I have, even as you part your legs and squeeze out a few more. we're both hiding giggles and blushes as we flee the scene.

in the department store, you casually glance around for onlookers before cocking a leg slightly and cutting loose, the hot rumble sounding dangerously wet in your pants. I quickly hurry us into a different area, but not before ripping a few gross ones myself as I walk away.

and it carries on. between the new and interesting stores, we find hidden moments of relief in empty aisles and quiet corners. you pull me into embraces just to bury your face in my shoulder and burp against my neck, letting me feel the tension leave your gut; I walk slowly in front of you, rubbing my stomach beneath my shirt as I browse the shelves and cropdusting with every step. as the afternoon wears on, you get bold and start groping my ass whenever we get a free moment, feeling the searing heat of the farts I blast into your palm as you massage them out. it's a miracle we don't get caught, but the shoppers carry on blissfully unaware as we secretly deal with our groaning guts.

it all comes to a head when my need for relief becomes increasingly desperate. I drag you into a fitting room to sit on your lap, back to chest, just to have something to muffle the droning rush of gas that explodes from my ass. I can't stop letting out fart after muffled fart against your crotch, sighing with each one, my belly deflating with each push. you massage my gut to help out the trapped gas, each rip getting wetter and wetter, the fabric between my ass and your lap starting to get moist. every release makes my ass flex and relax, and through the barrier of our clothes you can feel every vibration and twitch as I relieve my aching stomach. hotboxing a dressing room wasn't part of the plan for today, but at least you get three different mirrors to see my expression of relief.

there's no question that we're leaving once the worst of my gas has been released, both to escape the noxious bomb I've left inside the stall and to head to our blessedly private hotel suite to take care of our other needs, and we leave the mall without buying a damned thing. I feel a hell of a lot better on the ride back, and can't help but wondering aloud if cheesy pizza sounds like a good idea for dinner 😋

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I’m sorry but trying to stealth fart or get away with farting will always be hot to me. It gets especially risky if the person has really REALLY bad case of gas or normally has a gas problem.They have to relieve themselves secretly or hold it in, especially around coworkers, roommates or friends. But when they finally find a private place to do it, a loud explosion of gas comes out of them. It sounds so nasty and bubbling because of how long it’s been brewing, but it’s finally out.😩

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like a cute little nervous puppy :)))

Guy wearing a harness at pride except it says "NERVOUS" on it

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having a huge meal, steak, potatoes, bread, everything i love to indulge myself in then having hot, nasty trans sex when we get back to the room.

my rumbly, full tummy’s groans will mix with the noises we make while each of us fuck into each other. stopping periodically to catch my breath since my dinner filled me so much i could barely breathe, ill let out a lone fart or burp here and there, followed by a sigh of relief before getting back into the action. the movement of our fucking will make the gas move itself around, eventually leading to a few urgent farts being released each thrust.

after both of us are satisfied, my tummy will be your pillow as the sound and smell of my nasty gas lulls you to sleep. every so often another bubbly fart will ripple out of my fat cheeks, with my response a chuckle or a smirk. you’ll be able to listen to the build up making its way down my gut, then feel it’s vibrations against the sheets and it’s heat and smell trapped under the covers your head is resting so close to. as you sleep i’ll continue to let out nasty farts, the smell and frequency getting worse as my meal digests and i get closer to needing to find a bathroom.