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TRUE STORY FARTS: PT 1

Being a gassy friend and person in general, for me at least, has caused me a fair share of embarrassing situations. But when I look back on them, I can't stop obsessing how fucking hot it actually was. So I'm gonna write about my most memorable moments for my fellow fart enjoyers to get off to 😉

I have five close friends, two guys, three girls. They all know about my excessive gassiness and love to tease me about it (I have been lovingly referred to as Bass Butt). One of my girl friends, let's call her Jane, ironically isn't good with strong smells. Not even bad ones, anything with a really overpowering scent makes her nauseous. E.g. Burnt food, perfumes, etc. So, I do try to manage how much I fart when she's around. Key word try. Unfortunately, during a car ride I had to fart really, really bad. We were stopped at a red light and it was rush hour.

We'd eaten at a restaurant, and I had had a good portion of fish and chips. I didn't expect to get too gassy. Even with the additional soda I had, I had hoped it would be smooth sailing back home where I could relieve myself. I still remember the absolute fear on her face when I warned her, and she rolled down her windows, almost sticking her head out of it.

Unfortunately, it was during the summer, so even with the AC on, it was humid. I can't remember how it smelled, but I definitely know it did when Jane stuck her whole head out the window. It only got worse when I kept farting, so the smell just got more potent and baked into the seat.

Traffic got moving not long after, and Jane had to put her head back in. At which point we had to pull over because the combination of my farts, the heat, and driving made her way too nauseous. We ended up needing to wait for the car to air out before she felt ready to get back in. The remainder of the ride was done with her covering her nose and me apologizing for making her feel sick. To this day, I can always see the collective worry whenever I happen to share a ride with someone.

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shy farter x their easygoing partner

they accidentally let loose a rumbling fart into their seat, face flushing with humiliation as they mutter through apologies.

"hey, don't worry about it. happens to everyone."

trying not to embarrass themselves further, they eventually can't tolerate the pressure. a short, loud fart slips out of them and they cover their face again, mortified. then, they're hit with a painful cramp that forces out a long, bubbly blast, obnoxious and foul-smelling.

"damn, that was impressive. you're really gassy today, huh?"

they blush deeply and angrily tell their partner not to enable their gross behavior, but as they continue ripping ass, they're subjected to constant praise and encouragement:

"hey, good one!"

"dude, that must have felt incredible."

"cmon, I'm sure you can do better."

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Let's hope Link maxed out his stamina wheel to handle these two lovely, thicc, gassy ladies.

Commissioned by @biggassybootyaddict

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My favorite imagined fart duo is "Friend that has horrible smelling farts x Friend who has a weak stomach"

And then putting that duo in scenarios where it inevitably leads to the second friend being gassed out.

Like the two are girl friends going on a camping trip, and to save on space and money they get one of those double sleeping bags. Friend A has already been snacking throughout the trip on chips, protein bars, and cheese sticks. By the time it's night they both have had burgers, sodas, and s'mores before calling it a day. The bag is a little smaller than they both thought but they manage to fit in snug and eventually fall asleep. At least until B is woken up by how hot the double bag actually ends up being and tries to get out of it to grab some cool air.

Until she realizes the zipper on the bag is jammed, and both her arms are tucked firmly underneath. She tries to wiggle out without waking up A, but stop when she hears a muffled rumble beneath the cover and an uncomfortable warmth on her legs. And then the smell seeps out from the opening. The smell is indescribable and has B's eyes watering and throat burning. She knows A has a really bad gas problem, but this was lethal

Borderline gagging, she tries to get A to wake up, but no amount of screaming or trying to kick her would wake her up. A could sleep through a bear attack. The farts that followed made poor B nauseous with their room-clearing, meaty stench as her own stomach grumbled in queasy protest. She no longer has an appetite when making plans with A.

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I'm slowly getting better and getting back on my gassy shenanigans again! XD I'm behind on putting a compilation together, sounds like I'll have another one I'll have to put together! ( - ᴗ •́ ) Want to make me fart more? ;D

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imagine you're working late in an office filled with cubicles. you're at your desk, having opted to stay behind after hours to get some necessary work done, and the large office space is very quiet. you're organising some files on your computer when you hear a muffled droning noise from somewhere nearby. glancing around, you poke your head out of your cubicle and notice one of your cute co-workers still at their computer a few desks away from you. with their back to you, you have no idea if they even know you're still in the office when you see them shift in their chair and let out a longer, louder fart with a soft sigh. clearly they're taking advantage of their perceived privacy to unleash some of the gas that has built up throughout the day. you flush at the sight and return to your computer, not wanting to embarrass them.

as you continue to work, you hear the occasional rumble of their gas against their seat, just on the edge of your hearing. the pants they're wearing seem to somehow amplify the sound of their fluttering cheeks. you can't tell if you're imagining the sighs of relief that follow, but you're determined to ignore the noise and finish up your project so you can go home. it's a little hard to tune out someone so brazenly relieving their gas within your vicinity, but you do your best.

after a while, the office air just beginning to take on a sour note that reaches your nose, you're alerted to movement in the quiet office. your co-worker passes your cubicle obliviously and heads toward the printer at the edge of the office, right in the line of sight from your desk. you can't help but watch them as they sort out their papers, shifting their weight as they press buttons and get the process started. it all seems so normal that you barely register them lifting one leg slightly. the sloppy rumble that erupts from their ass sounds deafening in the quiet office, dragging on for long seconds as their stomach deflates. they squat slightly to squeeze out a wet finish before straightening up, sighing in satisfaction, before fanning their behind with a lazy hand and grabbing their printing. you have to tuck yourself behind the walls of your cubicle to remain unseen, the blush on your face heating your cheeks. your cute co-worker obviously has no trouble ripping ass when no one else is around. you wonder, idly, if staying late after work is something you should do more often.

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Seeing something on Twitter suddenly gave me a new idea... suave farters.

Imagine someone who's a real smooth-talker and quite hot-looking, but they're also really gassy. Their guts are volatile enough that they can easily go off in the middle of conversation, but they always manage to defuse the potential embarrassment with a quick joke about their meal, or 'butting in' to the convo, or feeling right at home, or what have you. Even a nasty cheek-flapper can be just laughed right off.

Naturally, this also makes them a phenomenal teaser. Seemingly always being one bad bend away from ripping ass means they're constantly showing their backside to you, sticking it out when they lean over and remarking about how they might need to fart when they pass in front of you.

And when they do let one go, which could be at any time, they do NOT disappoint. When they want to go off, there's no missing that guttural roar or the unbecoming stench that shrouds them. Sometimes they acknowledge it with a casual fan of their rear, or a sigh, or seemingly ignore it, or turn to you with a coy smile to say things like "Don't get too close to me now~" or "Impressive, huh?" or "That's what happens if you staa–aare~!"

And if they know someone's into it...? Well... suffice it to say that they're going to start uncorking their most ungodly farts at the most inconvenient times. No elevator, stairwell, car, hallway, or bed will be safe for the target of their teasing, and they're STILL going to pretend like most of them were accidental until their victim finally breaks.

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person with an upset tummy ripping hot, searing farts in their car while stuck in traffic. it's too cold/hot/raining outside to open the windows, so they have to suffer the smell. they rub their bloated belly and wish the traffic would hurry up as they drill more gas into the seat.

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imagine being out on a dinner date with your slob of an s/o or f/o for your anniversary when they drop their fork and it lands under the table. you could've sworn it looked more like they threw it, but they're so good at acting disappointed that it dropped, you don't question it. you bend down underneath your table as a romantic gesture on such an occasion, and you notice that their fork is actually dropped way closer to them. it'd be much easier for them to get it themself, but you decide to go through the trouble for them, just because you're a good partner like that. they know this, of course, considering that they -- expecting that you'd bend down like you did -- immediately gripped your head and shoved it closer to them once you got far enough under the table. you looked up to shoot a confused look at them; a futile effort, considering the tablecloth was blocking everything but their crotch and below. before you even had time to fully process what was happening, your ears were assaulted with the loud rumble of their gas against the wooden seats, followed by their laugh of triumph as the rancid stench hit your nostrils. and judging by the fact that they lifted their leg up after the first rumble... they weren't going to stop anytime soon.

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I can not stop thinking of this one scenario that always just jumpscares me, so now I'm making it everyone's problem, but just like-

Accidental trapped farts?

Just like, you and a friend are planning a scare prank and decide to hide in the trunk of said friends' car. It's hot and really cramped, but there's still air, so you both wait. But it's only 2 minutes before your friend, A, starts to squirm and complain about not feeling good. Just as you're about to ask what's wrong A turns on their side and unleashes an absolute monster of a fart. It's loud and bubbly and fucking reeks

It fills up the trunk immediately and makes you start to cough while she's profusely apologizing and trying to find the release latch. Which she does, only to face the horrible realization that it's jammed. And unknowingly to both of you, your friend won't be returning to their car for a couple of hours. And now A, who was already struggling to hold it, pushes out several more nose curling farts. You start to panic as the revolting stench of eggs and sulfur make you retch, only adding onto A's own panic and now embarrassment, which upsets her guts further. Neither of you can do anything as the small, compact space turns into a gas chamber-

See how normal I am?

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I'm that one friend in almost every written fart prompt that is always gassy with really smelly farts and constantly makes it a problem for everyone else. Car farts? Absolutely. Going out? Oh yeah, and ain't no one walking behind me. Even if I'm not gassy, I like to say I am, just to see the dread on their faces 😋

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Stinky farts just for you💚

My gassy pawg butt 💚

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Imagine a gassy uni student trying to sit through a 3-hour lecture after gorging themselves on all sorts of junk food. Not even an hour in and they're needing to sneak farts out to relieve pressure, and people are starting to notice. As the people near them leave, they start being less sneaky about farting... partly because they can't relieve pressure fast enough. Towards the end of the lecture, the poor student's vacated a 6-seat radius around them, lifting their ass off their chair to make way for deep, bassy farts that reverberate the seat beneath them. Despite sitting and farting through the entire thing, they were so busy worrying about the chaos they might wreak on the lecture hall that they barely took any notes.

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First date stomach troubles!! (gassy femsub story)

Imagine you’re on a first date with a cute girl. You two have been talking for a couple of weeks and decided to take the next step in your relationship. You plan to go to a restaurant and a movie afterwards, deciding to watch an action movie you both wanted to see.

You pick her up, she’s wearing that cute dress she knows you like, it shows off her figure more. You make glances at her as you two talk in the car while you drive, noticing how she’s rubbing her stomach. She’s told you she has stomach issues, but you never thought much of it.

You arrive at the restaurant, nothing too fancy. You two sit down and have a nice conversation. You order a burger and fries while she ordered a chicken Alfredo with extra sauce. You question her, but she says she couldn’t help herself. Halfway through the meal you can see she’s beginning to struggle, but she insists that she’s alright. Though, her constant belly rubbing tells you otherwise.

You pay for the meal, since you can and want to treat her, before leaving to go to the movie theatre. It’s only down the street, so you decide to walk. You take her hand in yours as you walk, glancing down to notice her stomach beginning to bloat against the dress. You’re really glad she picked your favorite dress. You can tell by the look on her face she’s trying so hard to hold back and suffering for it. You give her a slight squeeze on her hand, making her give you a nervous smile. During the walk you can hear her letting out small farts that she hopes to god you don’t hear. You don’t let her know that you have great hearing.

You make it to the movie theatre, she’s squirming more than she was before. She quickly states she’s going to the restroom before shuffling off. Leaving a few silent bombs behind her. You happily pay for both of your tickets and popcorn, getting her favorite soda as well. When she comes back out she looks much more relived, but you can still see how bloated she is.

You go into your designated theater and sit in the middle, some of the best seats. The theater begins to fill with more and more people until the theater is almost full. The movie starts and you both begin stuffing your faces with popcorn. On top of that, she begins drinking her soda. In no time she begins squirming in her seat as her stomach bloats even more. She attempts to relive the gas a bit by burping quietly into her fist, but it’s no use.

Every time a loud scene comes on the screen she lets a big bassy one rip into the leather cushion. It muffles the sound, but god does it reek. She blushes of embarrassment as others around her complain about the smell, while you stroke her thigh and watch the movie with a smile. Secretly inhaling her gas.

Whenever a silent scene plays that’s when she has to fart the most. Out of the corner of your eye you watch her bite her lip and close her legs to contain her gas. Though at one of the scenes one accidentally slips out of her, wet and bubbly against the seat. She gasps and covers her mouth in embarrassment while you quietly chuckle and comfort her.

The best part is that she keeps eating the popcorn and drinking her soda, cause how could she not? You paid for them, she’d feel bad if they went to waste. You also keep offering her some, cause you feel like she just hasn’t eaten enough.

When the credits begin to roll she begs you to not stay for the end-credits scene, but you insist that you have to. So she waits with you, her squirming becoming worse as she whimpers quietly. It’s like music to your ears. After the end-credits scene, which was totally worth it, she gets up quickly and leaves the theater. Making you trail behind as she takes another bathroom break before leaving.

You decide to wait for her outside, which doesn’t take as long as you thought it would. She comes out, looking disappointed and still bloated. You ask what’s wrong but she says it’s not important. You then ask if she wants to go back to your place. She bites her lip, debating in her mind on if she should say no. Ultimately she says yes because she wants to spend more time with you.

In the car she warns you about her stomach issues again, saying they’re flaring up. You’re tempted to tease her about it, but decide to comfort her instead. You tell her that it’s okay if she needs to release any gas, you won’t judge. She looks relieved at your words and thanks you as you drive back to your place.

You continue to talk with your hand on her thigh as you drive. She looks out the window the whole time as she rubs her stomach. You go to say something but are interrupted by a deep, bubbly rumbling in the passenger seat. She blushes and hides her face, squeaking out a small apology as you give her a lighthearted laugh. You rub and squeeze her thigh in comfort, continuing to talk like nothing happened.

This happens a few more times, each one becoming longer and bassier than the last. She even moans softly when one of them comes out. Each time she apologies and offers to roll down the window, but you tell her it’s fine. You don’t mind the smell at all.

You drive into your driveway and park the car, lingering in the car for a moment to watch her exit. But as she getting out, another wet and juicy one rips from her ass, lifting up her skirt a little. And you have front row seats to the private viewing. You instinctively inhale the smell before quickly leaving to not rouse any suspicion. You are so glad you lingered.

Once inside the house you decide to cuddle on the couch side by side while watching a show neither of you care about. You have an arm over her shoulder as she leans onto you, still rubbing her stomach. As she grows more comfortable, she begins releasing deep rumbling belches. She quickly fans them away as she apologizes. You reward her with a kiss on the head, which she can’t help but smile at. Each time she lets out a wretched burp or room clearing fart you give her a kiss. Instead of whispering soft apologies she begins giggling and letting out soft moans.

For a moment the gas stops as she starts to whimper and squirm softly. You ask if she’s okay and she says that there’s a hard one to push out. You offer to help and she looks at you confused, but you ask her to trust you. She nods, allowing you to move her into a more comfortable position.

You lay her down on the couch while laying behind her, her back pressed up against your chest as her ass rubs against your crouch. You then place your hand on her bloated stomach, beginning to massage gently. She moans as her face turns bright red, whimpering as she instinctively presses up against you. You can feel her stomach grumble underneath your working fingers, the gas pressing up against her poor belly. She tries to say a quick warning before your fingers press against the right spot as it sends a hot, rumbling fart right against you. You feel the vibrations against your crotch and you can’t help but get turned on.

She says she’s sorry and tries to move away, but you keep her there. You plant kisses on her neck and shoulder as you continue to press down on her bloated stomach. She moans and whimpers, squirming every once in a while as bassy and wet farts escape her ass while deep guttural bleaches erupt from her mouth. With the magic of your hands, her gas rings out freely.

The rest of the night is full of soft kisses and large bubbles of gas. It takes over an hour to get her bloating to calm down, letting her finally relax. She turns over and kisses you as a thank you. You invite her to spend the night, since it’s already late. She agrees, the both of you getting ready to sleep and sharing your bed for the night. As you hold her in your arms, you begin to drift off to sleep…

That is, until she begins ripping major ass whiling dreaming about you <3

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You guys really wanted my room to smell aromatic. ^^; I had curry for a few days. I threw in some mushrooms to go with it, and sometimes for lunch I had a little lentil soup. Fiber is good for you! :D

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Just the sweet sounds of me lazily lying in bed. 🥱💨

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I made this on New Year's. I made myself extra gassy that night so I'd flatulate more this year... (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) I literally cannot quietly pass gas like a lady after I've had beer. Seriously, you wouldn't believe how much my booty drowned out the sound of the fireworks outside! I could not stop farting! Oh, of course I had black-eyed peas and collard greens too. For good luck! (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵) Want to make me fart more? ;D