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reminder that trans men do not always have to be skinny twinks btw. trans men can be fat and hairy with a big round belly and big soft thighs that are all covered in hair and stretch marks and jiggle a little when they move too fast and they could easily suffocate you by accident in their thighs and. dude c'mon stop drooling I'm trying to talk to you rn this is serious

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I feel like a super underrated aspect of the fart fetish is when someone gets a bad case of the bubble guts. The sounds of someone’s gurgling belly before they start blasting is so hot to me. Its like a warning. Especially when you get a super loud gutteral sound and then you get a super deep bassy fart after. Fuck its so hot 🥵

A rumbly gut leads to a rumbly butt 🍑

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I read through this entire post and nearly teared up at the end - yes I’m emotional how did you know?

This was super nice to read, and the added ending got me thinking a lot. I have always felt I can never come forward in person about having a fart fetish as it’s one of my deepest shames. I’ve spent over the course of many many years with this kink and I try to put it at the back of my mind to forget about it but it crawls back when I’m in a state of arousal. This blog is anonymous for a reason - as I don’t want this to be tracked to me personally. Having this kink has left me many nights in tears, frustration, anger, shame, you name it! But this post and experience got me thinking that I’m not alone and there are certainly likeminded individuals who feel the same way - and it brings me more optimism.

I am thankful for OP for sharing their experience - and the added notes of what it was like and some of the fears involved made it all the more touching and relatable. This post actually helped me come forward to one of my nsfw/kink friends on a different social media platform about it and they admitted they also enjoy it! It’s the little wins from this post that helped me embrace it.

Sorry for the super long rant and making it about me haha - please read OP’s experience: it’s genuinely an eye opener and I’m super proud of them! I know we don’t talk much but I truly wish the very best and I’m glad you got to embrace it irl!

hi hi friends!! as i mentioned in a previous post, i got to experience in-person fart fetish play for the first time ever. i have been so, so excited to write a post about this, but i wanted to take some time to reflect on everything i experienced so that i could create a post i was happy with.

as surprising as this may sound, as i share a lot of vulnerable stuff here, i actually don't like sharing too many details of my in real life experiences. privacy is something important to me, and i find being secretive to be a little bit fun and exciting. because of that, i was going to share a number of smaller, less detailed posts about what i experienced. however, this whole encounter was a Big Deal to me, amd i credit a lot of it to this community, as ever since i made this blog i have received so much love and appreciation, more than i ever thought possible. you guys were a huge encouragement for me to come to terms with and start to accept this fetish that i've despised in myself for so long. so, for that reason (and because i've had many people requesting it) i've decided to make this longer post sharing the details of my experience.

fair warning, this one is going to be Long. if you are interested in hearing about it, please feel free to read below where i recount my first time ever exploring fart fetishism in real life!

i feel like this story wouldn't be as easy to follow without a little bit of context. i have mentioned it casually in passing, but this is not my only blog on tumblr - i know, shocking. i've been a part of the kinky / bdsm side of tumblr for the last decade, and i've been running blogs related to those things for that long. i currently have one other blog that i run, as well as a general kink fetlife account. additionally, i am pretty active in my local kink scene, and have been for the last 5ish years. i have many friends through these local and online communities, some of whom have surpassed just being kink friends, and are my legitimate best friends in the whole world.

i give this context because the person i explored this with is someone i already knew through that side of my life. to keep a long story short, we realized we had a shared fart fetish after we already knew each other. i will spare the long, boring details of that realization - all you guys need to know is that this is someone that i already felt comfortable with, as we had interacted and played together in other capacities at this point. i think this factor is crucial to me being able to explore my fart fetish in real life. having someone who i already liked, trusted, felt safe with, had a physical relationship with, and who shared my feelings around farting was a significant reason that i felt okay enough to explore this with them. they are also a massive part of my acceptance of this fetish. they spent the last year talking me through a lot of fears, worries, insecurities, and nerves. i was never rushed into playing, but i was always offered the outlet. they waited until i was ready and gave me the space, encouragement, and comfort i needed. they already know this, but i am forever grateful for them, as i would never be in this position without them.

now that i've detailed the boring lead-up to this day, let's get into the good stuff. me and my friend spent an entire day together, which allowed for us to have plenty of time to get comfortable, and do whatever play we wanted to, but also to just hang out. something that was vital to me going into this was beforecare. i needed to have an open discussion with my friend to share thoughts and fears, and to get some reassurance. i feel like you will all understand how fucking scared i was. like yes i was so excited, but after a lifetime of repressing this, to put it all out in the open was so, so intimidating. there was no going back after this moment, and bitch i got fucking anxiety problems hjsdhjfhjsd so i needed to have a good conversation before we did anything. thankfully, as i said before, i have a wonderful friend who did everything possible to make me feel safe and comfortable, and after we had that discussion, i felt ready to jump into some play.

something else i have expressed a lot on this blog is that i am a mf submissive at heart. i knew going into this experience that was the role i would take on, because no way in hell was i feeling bold enough to domme at All hahadsfhjhsd but again, thank god for my lovely friend who took the lead which allowed me to just enjoy myself. as i mentioned, me and this friend have played together before, so it wasn't too much of a struggle to get into the groove of play. to start out, i was put into bondage. i was bent over their bed, and my arms were tied up. we did some sensation play - touching, massaging, spanking, tickling, scratching - to start out. it was a nice back and forth between some sensual touch and torturous touch as well. i loved the position i was in, because my ass was sticking out, perfect for some farting. this was intentionally done, as the goal of this portion of play was for me to break the dreaded fart barrier i was stuck with.

this was an internal challenge for me. i have said it over and over again, but i am genuinely a shy farter irl. breaking this barrier is legitimately so difficult for me, and there was a part of me that thought i'd be too scared to fart. but, my friend was able to make me feel comfortable enough to do it, as he broke that barrier first. and listen guys. i know there are people out there that question whether or not this is a fetish they would even enjoy in-person. i was that person, i thought maybe someone farting in front of me wouldn't even be as hot as i thought it would be. i thought maybe in person i would be too shy, or maybe even icked out, or it just wouldn't do anything for me. and i was fucking WRONG!!! because when my friend stop touching me for a second, only to fart right next to me, let out a little "excuse me" and then go back to touching me, i swear to you i have never got that horny that quickly. it was the confirmation of yep, i'm fucking really into this.

after a little bit of time, and after my friend broke that initial fart barrier, i was also able to fart while in the position i was in. and yeah, it was a little embarrassing, but to have someone be grateful and proud that i farted? someone into it who immediately praised me, and expressed their love for it? it made it way, way easier. they offered me a lot of affection, and we stayed in this position a little longer, until they let me out for a stretch.

from there, we transitioned into me laying on my stomach on the bed, with them sitting on top of me doing similar sensation play. it was legitimately so comfortable, and the sexual energy was absolutely growing. they would fart for me whenever they had to. and listen, again, i thought i would be so hesitant in person to engage with someone farting. when i tell you i had a primal urge to bury my face into their ass every time they farted, i truly mean it. it felt too natural, my body just desired it so badly. i also started getting more comfortable with farting, and boy was it ever a fucking turn on to fart for them.

overall, i would say we engaged in intimacy. there was a lot of touching, groping, spanking, scratching, tickling, but with farts incorporated in it all. and when i tell you it was literally exactly what i always dreamed of, i really fucking mean it. it was just so perfect. it was so hot to have someone to do that with, someone who felt the same way about the farting as i did. every fart being met with moans, and praises, and groping and spanking and touching.

the rest of the night kind of blurs together, as we spent a couple of hours in this state of intimacy. however, there are a few specific things that happened which i would like to mention:

one of my biggest desires was to fart on someone's dick, and it is literally as fucking hot as i always thought it would be. every time his dick was pressed against my ass, i was turned on, and to be able to push a fart against it was literally enough to get me off.

butt-to-butt farting is so silly and cute.

actually, everything we did was silly and cute. like yes it was also so hot, but what i realized is that this fetish really is silly and cute. you're gonna giggle, you're gonna be smiling, you're going to make little comments about the sound and the smell. and that's okay!! hot and silly can exist at the same time.

i thought i would be more turned off by smell, but it actually wasn't bad at all. it was again, kinda intimate to smell someone like that. if the smell is a fear for you the way it was for me, i can say that it absolutely isn't as big of a deal as you might make it out to be.

another desire i had forever was to suck dick while the person was farting for me. and man, was i ever fucking right about that. it was insanely hot. especially because their ass was basically pressed against my tits, so all the farts were still being pushed onto them (another fantasy of mine). and i could see their ass cheeks and asshole flexing as they tried to push the fart out. fuck im turned on even just thinking about it hahaha.

casual farting is so hot!! having the person aim their butt towards you, put your hand over their ass while they fart, farting while cuddling, all of it. it doesn't always have to be super intense moments of horniness, the casual stuff is just as hot and enjoyable.

while i do enjoy farting for someone, i definitely resonate more with someone farting for me. i was much hornier when the friend was farting compared to me farting for them. not that i didn't enjoy being the one farting, and it was still incredibly hot for me, but hearing them fart was even hotter.

never, ever, have i been as aroused during sex as i was during this experience. i was completely soaked through my panties. i also responded better to forms of touch during this encounter than i have with previous partners. for example, people using their hands on my pussy is usually a turn off for me, but it felt incredible when my friend was doing it. it is just crazy to me how farting is so intertwined with my sexuality, and the way i physically responded better to everything when farting was involved is a blatant example of that.

one of my fears around this entire experience was what would come after. i was worried that once i was no longer in a horny headspace, i would drop hard. its a normal reaction after play, and i've encountered drop many times in my years being involved in the kink scene. however, i didn't drop at all. in fact, i didn't experience any negative emotion. i thought feelings of disgust, shame, or embarrassment would arise, but none of that happened. that was another huge deal to me. i was able to have this experience, and the world kept spinning. i'm still me, my friend doesn't look at me any differently, i'm not a worse person because of this. there was absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, and i truly felt that.

its only been a few days since i experienced this, and i still am reflecting a lot on the experience. but, i can confidently say i am incredibly happy that i was able to do this. i had so many fears going into this. some people might find out one of their friends shares this fetish and have the urge to jump right into playing with them. i couldn't do that. it took over a year for me to talk myself into exploring this, and truly, my only regret is that i didn't do it sooner. because all of those fears disappeared the moment we started. in those moments with my friend, i was my most authentic self, and everyone is deserving of feeling like their most authentic self. even if your authentic self is underneath someone's farting ass hahaha.

i don't share this story to make anyone jealous. i recognize that i hit the fucking lottery by having a friend just so happen to have this fetish. i share this story because my entire life, i was so fucking ashamed of myself for having a fart fetish. i hated this part of me. i used to literally pray to god to take the fetish away from me. it took me finding this tumblr community to even begin accepting myself, and it took a Long time. truthfully, i'm still not fully there, and i don't know if i ever will be. what i do know is that the position i'm in now is truly because of this tumblr community. i wouldn't be anywhere close to the level of acceptance that i'm at without being surrounded by kind, likeminded individuals, who made me feel heard, and made me feel wanted, and made me feel sexy. i genuinely love this place, because you healed me more than you know.

i share this story for the other people out there who spent years hating themselves for having a fart fetish. i want the people reading this to know that as difficult as it will be, you can learn to accept and love this side of you. there is nothing wrong with this fetish, and there are people out there who will love you, all of you, fart fetish and all. i hope me sharing this shows you an example of that.

to every person who follows me, sends me anons, likes my content, or even just lurks - i thank you for making me hate myself a little less, and for giving me the confidence i needed to get here. i hope that with my blog, i can do the same for you.

[mysteryanon05]

mutual gassiness is so severely underrated, there is literally nothing hotter to me than the concept of feeling the relief of farting and burping, as well as hearing it, and knowing that your partner is feeling the exact same pleasure...

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I’ve been addicted to the concept of cute domestic fart scenarios lately. I wanna walk down the grocery store aisle with a partner and see who can crop dust it the worst. Cook a thick hearty meal together and feed each other to capacity, grinning at each other til the first bomb drops.

And even just in the day to day, every little stinky moment that happens. Calling each other from across the house to come sniff one fresh? That’s true love. 🥰😍🫠💜

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must be a stomach virus

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I’m really horny hi chat

To make up my absence - here’s a tummy pic when I was bloated from fast food and the fart I released before that. I got changed in between these since they were like 30 mins apart.

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currently eating these as i post this

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IM SOBBING WHY THE FUCK DID THIS FART SOUNDED LIKE AN ACTUAL SYMPHONY?! I’ve gone beyond the point where my ass has started to sing I guess (I giggled when I watched this back)

Minors DNI | he/they

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There’s this fart video that I think has been lost to time because I can’t find it anywhere but it had such a significant impact on me (I saw it about 8-9 years ago).

It shows a woman - who starts off in her jeans and she “shows you how to fart and wants you to follow along”. Like she will recommend a position, she will fart first as a demonstration and then she will ask you (the viewer) to fart - and after a few moments she will praise you like if you were actually in the room with her. Then eventually she will take off her jeans - showcasing from what I remember was green undies(?) and then will ask you to also strip down to your underwear. Same story - she shows you a position, she farts, then asks you to have a go, and then praises your fart as if you were in the same room across from her.

I swear to god it’s a real video that was on YouTube but I can’t fucking find it anymore. That video is to blame for the way I treat this fetish. My brain chemistry has not been the same since and if anyone knows what I’m talking about - please let me know. If you can find the video - also let me know because I wanna see it again so bad 🙏 more fart videos should be like this btw idc how cringe it feels.

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I love being a farter, but like, not in the dominating way. I'm all about the submissive side of being gassy. I just want to be teased for the beastly sounds that roar out of my ass. Someone could feed me food they know gives me gas and I'd be so flustered and turned on that they want to see my infamous farting. Oh, and being so bloated and full of my own gases that I uncontrollably toot from the slightest pressure~ Like, passing gas in someone's face is hot but I will melt if you tease me for letting a few beans make me windy and praise me for "being a good little farter" (//ω//)

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get under the covers real quick!!

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for those who requested wet farts🙂‍↕️

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wake upp it’s time to get ready

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Ordered Taco Bell. Thinking of how much of a gassy pig slob I’ll be after I have devoured this 🌮

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New thought: Phone farts.

Imagine someone taking a phone call while gassy, and during the call, they release SBD after SBD and very quickly foul their surroundings up. Nonetheless, they feel safe in the knowledge that the person on the other side of the call will never know about them constantly fanning the meaty stench from their face and ass while talking… just so long as they don't use the phone itself as a fan and get questions about where that wind-crackling is coming from.

Alternately… the person on the phone farts audibly. Maybe it's just enough for them to hear it and worry it'll pick up on the call, or maybe it's loud enough to be clearly heard on the other end. As soon as they're asked about it, they have to start spewing excuses about what the noise was, especially in case they need to keep farting.

Or maybe they fart loud and proud, and they don't really care about keeping it formal. Not only do they fart audibly, they try to fart more loudly in hopes that it'll pick up properly. They may suddenly trail off mid-sentence just to let one rip and giddily ask if the other caller heard that one, or cut them off just to fart. Or cut them off BY farting. (Honestly, mid-conversation farts may be their own imagine for another time…)

And then there's the culmination of this: someone actively farting on their phone mid-call. Maybe they do it without warning. Maybe they tell the person on the other end to listen closely before peaking their phone's mic and turning their own fart into a static-y buzz because they accidentally ripped ass TOO loud, or draw it out as long as they can. This could even happen multiple times in one call. That call might've started with a fart, and/or finished with one.

Maybe they're the kind of person to call their best friend, vent an afternoon's worth of gas into their phone, and immediately hang up again without saying a word.

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It’s your first roadtrip since telling your long term boyfriend about your fart fetish.

He’s driving, he insisted on it, saying that you’re the perfect passenger princess, and

He sits down, buckles his seatbelt, places a hand on your thigh, and lets out a long sigh as he braces for the long drive. You look over at him as he touches you, but his eyes are closed as he presses his head back into the head rest and slightly lifts his crotch. Then, a deep rumbling fart soaks into his seat, as he relieves himself his eyes slowly open and flashes a smirk at you. He’s amused by the dumbfounded look on your face.

“What,” he asks casually as if he didn’t just saturate his car seat with his gas. You continue to look at him shocked until the smell starts to hit you and you instinctively close your mouth. His grin keeps growing as he starts to fan the tainted air towards you with his other hand. You playfully slap his arm that’s grabbing your thigh and turn away flustered; sneaking secret whiffs and hoping he won’t catch you. You hear him chuckle as another small poot comes from his direction and he squeezes your thigh.

He starts driving and you both sit a while in silence. His stink lingers and you do your best to discreetly sniff it. You’re too afraid to look back over to him, or break the silence. You can tell he keeps glancing over. Everytime you feel his eyes on you it gets you even more flustered. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but also the excitement of the realization of your biggest fantasy. By this point you’re getting on the highway. His smug glances are becoming less frequent, and the tension is thinning out. His hand gives your thigh two playful squeezes before he finally breaks the silence with a deep inhale.

“Can you reach back there and get me a slim Jim,” he asks, startling you from your silence.

“Uh.. yeah,” you say awkwardly. Giving his arm a sympathetic squeeze as you push it away to reach towards the back seat. As you go to look for his snack you finally look over at his face. He flashes a smug side eye as he keeps his eye on the road. That cocky grin returns and you get flustered all over again as you stretch your arm to the back seat. After securing the slim Jim you start to shift back into your seat, but you notice your boyfriend leaning forward and lifting his ass. You pause for a moment, hovering over the console and then a booming eruption makes its way up his back and into your face. After the initial wave you quickly sit back down and place the slim Jim in the cup holder. You try to sit in awkward silence again, but this time he won’t let you.

“You can’t even unwrap my slim Jim,” he teases.

“Oh sorry,” you say, quickly fumbling to peel the plastic over the stick of beef jerky. As you place the partially unwrapped snack back in the cup holder his hand finds its place back on your thigh. This time squeezing with an oppressive grip, which stirs a moan from you.

“You weren’t joking,” he laughs. He’s laughing at you.

“It’s kind of pathetic.” His words make you squirm. His grip gets tighter and you try to pull away but it’s no use. He lets out a satisfied sigh before letting go and grabbing his snack.

“Thanks for peeling this,” he commends before taking a bite of his beef jerky.

(Should I continue this? There’s plenty of time left in this roadtrip)