#eprocto

[aerbiscuit]

Imagine if there was a couple comprised of Person A, who loves eating food that bloats them up like a balloon, and Person B, a person with a huge gas fetish. Since Person A’s worst gas-producing foods are also their favorite things to eat, they normally fart enough to put a cow to shame, and Person B worships it all.

Then one day, Person A needs to get at least one wisdom tooth taken out. Part of the recovery process is hugely limiting your diet. They eat liquids and mush for the first couple days, and then nothing that requires more than very minimal chewing for the rest of the week. Not to mention that their dentist recommended similar restrictions for an additional week afterwards, just so that there’s as little risk of messing with the extraction site as possible.

Of course, this means that Person A’s trigger foods are largely absent from their meals during this time. They’re sipping on soups and broth for most dinners, and they don’t get heavily affected by stuff like scrambled eggs, mushed bananas, or applesauce. Maybe they get a few small farts from dairy products like yogurt, but it’s just not enough fuel to match their usual gas output. Person A is annoyed to have their diet be so limited, but they’re honestly more concerned with not getting dry socket, so they manage during this time surprisingly well.

They definitely manage things better than Person B, who misses their partner’s gassy ass so much that they practically go through fart withdrawal.

[stinkyboiii]

When they're sitting on your face after a long day just resting and doing some other stuff to relax, just sitting with your nose against their shithole or even better, your tounge in it, and they start to casually talk about how dirty their hole must be and why and describe to you very precisely everything they ate during the day, how gassy it made them and how they were holding it all in the whole day cause It's so nasty and what exacly is happening in their tummy, while all you can do is lay there, listen and blush and try not to whimper or do other embarrassing stuff, knowing they're about to start letting it out in no time.. 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[heavypressure]

Ugh, I'm so sorry... I know we were going to spend the night together, but after seeing me get this bloated and gassy you probably -FFBBRRAP- don't want to do anything with me.. I'm sorry you had to see me in such an embarrassing state, I never should've drank those milkshakes! God, i'm such a cow, I can-HHBWOOAARP-feel my intestines inflating like balloons, i just can't -PPBBRRTTT- keep it inside, I'm sorry.. I'll leave, hopefully there won't be any people on the night bus to notice my huge gut

... What? You still --GHHHUUOORRRP- want me to stay?.. What do you mean you want me to drink even more milkshakes?

[kiadiaper]

that last fart wasn't a fart 🥴🥴

[berrybundtcake0909]

i want to baby a slob sooo bad 🥺

i want to fuss over you 24/7, catering to your every single want -because lets be honest- you might need some healthier food. you might need some exercise. you might need water, instead of beer and soda and those milkshakes that fuck up your tummy so good. you might need some interaction with anyone other than mommy and your best online gooning buddies.

but i know that’s not want you want.

i know what you want. you want to be taken care of. you don’t want to have to think about anything.

so let me take care of you sweetheart.

let me make sure you are never out of arms reach of your most favorite and delicious snacks (who cares if your constant grazing that i not only enable but encourage has you barreling through 3x your recommend calorie intake before breakfast)

let me keep the mini fridges next to the couch, bed and gaming set up, stocked with monsters and red bulls and soda to keep you well energized. (it’s not your fault that all that food you love so much doesn’t give you any energy. healthy food is just so gross. why should you suffer through bland vegetables {yuck} when you can gorge on yummy mcdonalds, and chug an energy drink right after to keep your stuffing/gooning/drinking/smoking binges going!)

let me set up several screens for you. i’ll put a few on the walls, 3 on your desk, and maybe even a projector on the ceiling for when my sweet angel gets too tired to hold their neck up 🥺 (don’t worry, mommy will put all of your most favorite kinds of porn on and keep them running all day long. and i’ll put on some of your favorite game plays on a screen or two as well, i know my baby has a short attention span.)

let me rub that big fat belly after all of your stuffings. i know i can overfeed my precious pig sometimes, and i know that tummy just gets sooo uncomfy when it’s full to the brim. let me help you make some room. (it’s okay if you burp honey. i bet that feels better huh? why don’t you try pushing out some big farts too. promise it will help that swollen tummy feel so much better. then we can fill it right back up)

let me help you cum. i’m sure it’s getting harder to reach, especially since you’re gaining so fast and you have so little energy. (of course i don’t mind!! mommy just wants to see you happy and relaxed. and im sure releasing that big load will help take your mind off of that overindulgence induced tummy ache long enough for your 2nd dinner to be finished cooking)

i want to take care of you. don’t be ashamed love. the more hedonistic, lazy, and unhealthy you are, the more blissful, mindless, satisfied and carefree you’ll be, which makes mommy so proud and so happy.

so don’t worry about anything. sit back, relax, and let mommy do everything <3

[arsonisticnesswriter]

just saw an incredibly adorable comic about a couple (y*r/l*id from sxf) getting sick together and laying in a miserable pile in bed, and of course I'm immediately thinking about farts

imagine the intimacy of the fart barrier getting obliterated in a tangle of sweaty limbs because neither of you even care about manners, just so sick and disgustingly farty all either of you can do is lift a leg, rip heinous ass, and apologize weakly

[theleomarspt2]

Blue Collar Farts

[raichuleaf67]

Baker Braps

There's a small but reasonably popular bakery in town, known to its patrons by the powerful, delectable aroma reminiscent of all the tasty goods on display, which gives everything their 'fresh from the oven' appeal. It's strongest as it wafts its way out of the back, but there's a bit more to the smell that goes on behind closed doors…

*BL-BrrRBRmMLrRrbfFf…*

The baker running this fine establishment has an entire backdoor bakery of their own, and it's in some SERIOUS need of airing out. The warm, sickly-sweet fumes bubble out of their rear like the air of the oven they're opening, and they can hardly even smell what was in the oven to begin with. "Phew… Oh, they're stinkers today…"

With the ovens open, they reach back with a big oven mitt to pull a cheek aside for another juicy fart, and then casually (and somewhat ineffectually) fan the gas away from their backside before reaching back into the oven and pulling out their other, considerably less meaty baked goods. Now holding the tray of pastries in front of them, the wind-breaking baker finally gets a good whiff of their more refined craft. It smells scrumptious as usual, though the scent does have to fight through the muggy haze wafting from their rear end.

As they start to move towards the front of the bakery, their cakes lightly shake and jiggle. Too many carbs have let them expand to an impressive size, although they're pretty well-contained when not being stuck into the air. But their ass's sheer mass betrays itself through the visible, tangible amount of heft that moves when they walk, which accentuates the low rumbling that often emanates from it.

When they come to the door, they pause to stick their leg out– *BRRRUMMMPHHT!!* –and ripple the layers constraining their ass one last time before they turn around (taking yet another 'experimental' whiff) and booty-bump the door open.

By gluten-intolerant standards, those farts were actually pretty benign… The customers won't notice anything strange today either, right?

[guywhowatches]

A Festering Sleepover

There was a mixture of excitement and nervousness flowing through you as you knocked on the door. Being invited to a sleepover with 2 of the hottest guys in school felt like a dream come true, but also worrying, in hopes that you could impress them. The door then swung open and there he stood, Jason in his attractive, swaggering glory. With his messy blonde hair, cute jawline and slim, muscular build.

"Hey dude, glad you could make it. Brad's just upstairs and he's looking forward to getting his hands on you." He winked, before turning around and heading up the stairs. You quickly followed after him, though one thing that made you shocked was that he didn't have any pants on. He wore a grey shirt, but had his red underwear fully on display. Not that you were complaining, as it gave you a much better look at the outline of his globe like ass cheeks. You could barely contain your excitement thinking about what you would be getting up to. You'd put in the effort to make sure you looked your best, gelling your hair and wearing some fancy clothes.

Eventually, you got to Jason's room where he swung open the door to see Brad lying on the bed, and it was easy to say that he was just as stunning as Jason. Beautiful alluring blue eyes, slick brown hair and cute body overall. Just like Jason, he was also only wearing a grey shirt and underwear. There was something that excited you about that.

"Hey man, this the guy you were talking about? Thank god, I was starting to get a little cramped. Come on get in and let's get started". Brad then stood up and got under the covers of the bed, lifting it up inviting you over. As you quickly stepped towards him, you noticed an almost musky smell in the air. You tried not to let it distract you, but it was certainly noticeable. It couldn't be coming from Jason or Brad could it? They were both just too cute. You got under the covers next to him, only for Jason to get on the other side. You were now sandwiched between them. It was all happening so fast, not that you would complain.

"So, dude, what do you have planned?" Jason asked, and you just looked over at Brad, anticipating his answer. Whatever you did with them would be ok with you.

"Well man, I got a few movies we can watch, some snacks we can have and other stuff too." That sounded like a pretty cool night to you, just hanging out with the hottest guys you knew.

"Nice, and now we've got this guy with us we can- Wait, hold on." Jason stopped in his sentence and squinted his left eye a little. You were a little confused by this when suddenly a sound filled the room.

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A short but unmistakable sound came from the left of you. It was muffled by the bed cover, but there wasn't any doubt in what it was. Did Jason really just pass gas like that in front of you. There was just something rather un-sexy about that, that made you feel a tiny bit less attracted to him. Brad seemed to have the same reaction.

"Awww, really dude, already?" You were a bit confused by what he meant by 'already'. Also, you couldn't help but notice a little smile on his face. Jason just shrugged, clearly uncaring.

"Better out than in." He snickered. You hoped this was just a little joke and wanted to move on from it, so you decided to play along with Brad, hoping it would calm him down.

"Yeah dude, really?" For some reason though, once you'd said this, Jason's facial expression changed. He looked at you with a look with a narrowing look in his eyes that you weren't sure you liked. You turned to Brad for help, only to see him smirking at you.

"What's the matter, can't handle a bit of gas?" You began to stutter now, worrying if you'd accidently insulted them. That would be a terrible start.

"Maybe he just needs a first hand whiff?" Jason said, and before you could ask what that meant, he lifted the bed cover. As soon as he did so, you were hit with an eggy stink that caused you to cough. You were about to ask if this was some weird joke when suddenly you felt a grip on your shoulders. You looked to see that both Brad and Jason had grabbed you and, before you could even question this, they forced you under the blanket and sealed the cover.

You looked around, now trapped under the bed cover. To your left was Jason's red underwear cladded ass, and to the right was Brad's. Now that you were under here, you noticed that Brad was right about his reaction, as Jason air biscuit did particularly stink, especially up close to the source. Another thing you could unfortunately smell was how musky both their asses smelt. It was an instant turn off for you when compared to how they looked. You were surprised how much room there was and how your entire body was able to fit underneath. Perhaps you were just relatively small?

Was this some sort of sick joke? If so, you weren't laughing at all. If this is how they were going to treat you, then you were going to leave. No sleepover was worth this, not even with them. You tried to crawl out through the top of the cover, but no matter how much you tried to push against it, it wouldn't budge. They must be blocking it. You then tried to crawl out the bottom, but they were using their feet to keep that blocked as well. You looked back up and decided to call out.

"What's the meaning of this? Let me out!" You cried out, only to be met with a snigger.

"That sucks dude, is it cramped down there? Don't worry, I'll give you some AIR." You heard, what sounded like, Brad call out to you, only for Jason to laugh. It was a little hard to tell, as there voices were muffled. You wondered what he meant by that, when to your horror, you saw Brad lower half tilt to the side, his ass now pointing at you.

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It wasn't muffled by the blanket this time, and you got a full blast of the sound and smell. It was disgustingly meaty, something you never expected to come out of a guy as sexy as him. The worst part was that the smell was seeping out very slowly, leaving you forced to breath in most of it. You thrashed as hard as hard as you could at the cover trying to get out, but it wouldn't budge. They must've been pretty strong.

"Haha, hope that's better, now stay down there loser. This sleepover's only for real guys." Jason called out to you. You couldn't believe this had they really tricked you like that? Surely they couldn't keep you down here all night, could they?

You then heard what sounded like the TV switching and the both of them starting to watch a movie. You tried again, to push at the covers, desperately wanting to escape, but to no avail.

"Man, do you here all that noise coming from under the covers?" Jason asked Brad sarcastically.

"Oh yeah dude, I do. It's probably just me. You know what Chilli does to me." He then leaned over to the side again, much to your terror and effortlessly let out a...

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You coughed violently. That explained the meaty stink. They both then laughed again, before getting back to watching the movie. You didn't know what movie it was, but it sounded like some generic action film, with all the gunshots. It was best not to distract them, in case they farted on you again. It would be safer to just try and breath through your mouth until this was all over.

The movie was sadly longer than you hoped. Throughout it, you could here both of them talking and giggling with each other, acting as if you weren't there. They would also lean to the side, occasionally letting out burst of flatulence, making the atmosphere under the bed thicker.

As the film went on, you (unwillingly) learnt something about them both. Brad's farts were more airy and sounded like out of tune brass instruments. There was a strong stench of rotting meat from each of them, making sense as he did say he'd eaten chilli earlier. Jason's however, were more wet and sloppy, sounding like a broken lawnmower or a chainsaw. They certainly had the power of one. They also had a strong eggy scent that was making it difficult for you not to gag. To put it lightly this was torture.

You also couldn't believe that the 2 hottest guys in school were acting like this, as well as having gas that smelt this bad. Shamelessly farting around someone and laughing about it. If only everyone at school knew about this.

Eventually, it sounded as though the movie came to an end, as you could here the credits rolling. Thank goodness, hopefully that meant this would be over soon.

"Meh, not a great movie. What did you think dude?" You heard Brad ask Jason.

"You know what I thought?" Asked Jason, leaning to the side, much to your dismay.

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They both laughed as you coughed and tried to waft the eggy stench away, which was very difficult to do.

"Damm bro, not bad, but it ain't nothing compared to my chilli gas." Brad said, almost smugly.

"What do you mean dude? My farts smell way worse than yours, thanks to the poached eggs I had today." Jason sounded almost a little annoyed by this.

"Nah man, chilli gives you some pretty rank farts, way ranker than yours."

"Nah, dude eggy ones are the worst." You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Where they seriously arguing over the stink of their revolting flatulence?

"Chilli is the worst." Brad stated

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He leaned to the side, letting out a meaty fart in your face.

Nah man, eggs are." Jason retaliated, also leaning to the side

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A sloppy fart came from the other side, also hitting you in the face.

"Chilli" FFFFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRTTTTT

"Eggs" BBBBBBBRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTT

The combining cocktail of a stink was a little too much for you, as well as the strong wind filling up the tiny amount of oxygen left under the cover. To make it worse, the stench had caused the gel in your hair to wilt and flop down over your forrid. All that money you'd spent on it, wasted. You wondered how much longer this would go, when suddenly you heard Brad interrupt the argument to say something.

"I know, why don't we ask butt boy down there? He's got a first hand, or nose, experience with our farts." Jason calmed down and agreed with him. You then saw a flood of light as the covers were slightly lifted, letting a the stink out to your relief (well, a bit anyway). You felt like making a run for it, but both of them had slid their thighs together, holding you in place.

"Hey ass face, can you just tell him that my farts are worse so we can settle this?" Brad asked. Jason gave him an annoyed look.

"Yeah man, just settle this, and maybe we might let you go." Jason said, looking back at you with a suspicious smile. You didn't have enough energy to try and argue so you quickly tried to come up with an answer. It was a hard choice, that you didn't even want to make. But eventually, you decided on Jason, as you had always hated the smell of eggs anyway. Brad looked pissed off whilst Jason cheered in celebration.

"There, I answered, now let me go." Brad looked down at you, quickly recovering and smiling again.

"Sure, but first, answer me this question. Do you know what's better than a Canadian microwave?" You were a bit confused and tried to think of an answer. Unfortunately Brad, beat you to it. "A Dutch oven!" He proudly exclaimed before you saw him grunt and lean to the side again.

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Once he was finished, he quickly sealed the covers, trapping you in again with the smell. You could here both the boys laughing meanly at your expense. It was so outstanding to you how they both seemed to relish in your suffering. Was this really how you would be spending the night, trapped with these repulsive fart machines? How could you have let this happen to yourself?

"Nice one dude, and hey, don't feel bad man. For what it's worth, you're still a pretty great farter." You heard Jason say, which disgusted you. How could anyone be a good farter?

"You really mean?" Brad responded, now sounding like he'd cheered up.

"Yeah, you remember last taco Tuesday at school, where we had that farting competition in the janitors closet? You were awesome at that."

"Oh yeah dude, that was awesome. We even made the wallpaper peel." They both laughed again amongst themselves and even sounded like they high-fived. You remembered that severely. They had to close off that room for a week so they could fumigate and repaint it. It was blamed on a gas leak, but you never in a million years would've guessed it was their fault.

"Hey man, you wanna play a videogame? I want to play the one that let's me use my favourite attack: The blaster." Jason said, before leaning to the side and ripping an eggy blast of his own, which caused you to cough.

"Nah man, I've got a better game we could play." You didn't like the sound of mischief in Brads voice there. You then heard what sounded like him rustling around and reaching for something, his ass pointed towards you again. He may not have farted again, but the smell of farts and musk that clung to his underwear was bad enough. He then leaned back and said something to Jason that you couldn't make out. It most likely wasn't good though, as you heard Jason snicker and mutter something like: "Good idea man."

As you were puzzled by this, you saw the blanket lift for the light to hit you again. There faces were staring down at you, Jason's was rather mean, whilst Brad's was more subtle and contempt.

"Hey man, sorry about that Dutch oven joke, it was a bit mean." Brad said in a voice that didn't sound all that sorry. "But listen, we're willing to give you a chance to leave if you can beat our little game." Your eyes narrowed, confused. You could've tried escaping from this hell pit again, but your head was too woozy from all the stench.

"Yeah dude, we've got some snacks here, and we want you to guess what they are." That didn't sound too bad. Where they going to describe them to you in some way... "Through sniffing our farts." Jason said, his mean smile still glowing.

Oh no, no way. It was bad enough being forced to sniff them whilst trying to breath as little as possible, but doing it willingly?! That seemed like an idea of torture, let alone a simple game. "Absolutely *cough* not." You were expecting them to be upset or angry with you, but instead they seemed to shrug if off.

"Alright dude, your choice. If you wanna stay under there, it's your choice. Although that means that you'll just have to stay there all night." Brad said nonchalantly, which sent a chill down your spine.

"Yeah dude, we were going to eat this stuff anyway. And believe us, when we're stocked up on snacks, we can fart all night long." Jason giggled. They couldn't be serious could they? Though honestly, you wouldn't be shocked. But being stuck with them all night would be way worse than having to put up with this for a few more minutes, you hopped.

"Fine, let's just get this over with." You yelled reluctantly.

"That's the spirit dude, and don't worry, this food's extra greasy. So you should be able to recognise the smell. And don't worry, for every guess you get wrong, we'll give you another dosage to guess again." Brad said laughing with Jason, sealing the covers again. You shivered again, despite the warmth in the 'air'. You then heard them both opening boxes of something, and began to munch. You hoped they were fast eaters.

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A trumpeting blast, came from Brad's ass, as you noticed he'd tilted over. You took a mental breath, and leaned over to sniff it. As expected, it was appalling and made you gag fiercely. However, it still had the same meaty smell as before, so that must've meant he was eating more chilli.

"*Cough gag* Chilli. Are you eating more chilli." You begged to be right.

"Huh, oh that one didn't count, it just slipped out." Brad snickered, with his mouth sounding half full. What, you smelled those rancid fumes for nothing?

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A sloppy sounding fart now came from your right, giving off Jason's paint peeling pong.

"Yeah, that one slipped out as well. But enjoy that as a parting gift to my signature eggy smell. Hahaha." Jason mocked you, also with his mouth half full. You didn't think you could go on much longer before passing out. If it weren't for the little gap in the covers, you probably would've done ages ago.

Finally, after a few minutes of you laying there in their stinky, fomented funk, you could here what sounded like them shuffling around a bit. You prayed that meant they were done.

"Alright man, I think we're ready to get started." Brad said, just loud enough for to hear him.

"Yeah, but first, why don't we make things a little easier for our little judge?" You wondered what Jason meant by that, when you noticed them both dip their hands under the sheets. You were a little confused until you saw that they were pulling off their underwear, exposing their bear asses at you. Any other day, seeing the hottest guys in school expose their bear asses to you would've been a dream come true, but now it was an utter nightmare.

As soon as they pulled them off, the remaining, festering farts that were trapped in there wafted into you face. You continued to cough as they both snickered at your 'response'.

You were now forced to get a good look at both of their posteriors. Brads was clean shaven and smooth, yet his cheeks still stuck out like a sore thumb. Jason's was around the same size, yet his was more hairy and unkempt, with a greasy, unwashed linger that made you turn your head away (not that that did any good).

"Right, I'll go first. You wanna start the show?" Brad asked, sticking his hand under the blanket and pointed his finger at you, expecting you to pull it. You reluctantly did so.

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A tuba like blast filled the covers, combined with a sickeningly cheesy smell. A far cry from the previous rotten meat stench. You physically gagged as you forced yourself to breath it in and try to figure out the mystery food. Seeing how it was cheesy, you tried to go for the obvious.

"Cheese pizza?" You begged to be right.

"Wrong! Try again." Brad stated, before leaning to the side and letting out and releasing another bassy fart. You cringed as you took another whiff of the horrid miasma.

"Cheese flavoured chips?"

"Yeah, but what brand?" Seriously? Did that even matter? Clearly to him it did, as Brad let out yet another trumpet-like blast at you. You panicked and quickly said the first brand that came to your head.

"Morritos?"

"Yeah, well done, those things do give me some pretty rank gas." The boys chuckled, but you didn't care. That meant it was over.

"Great, I guessed it. Now let me go."

"Not yet ass face, you still haven't guessed what I ate." Jason said, which filled you with dread. Had they both not eaten the same thing? Jason now stuck his hand under the blanket and stuck his finger towards you. "Care to do the honours?" You didn't, but what choice did you have. You reached out and tugged on it.

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An eruption the sound of a faulty vehicle engine, rocketed against your face. There was a more greasy, meaty stink about this one. You tried not to think about it any longer than you had to, so you said the first thing that came to mind.

"*Gag* Chicken?"

"Ooh, he's good. But what kind of chicken." Jason asked, before ripping another sloppy, chainsaw sounding fart. Your mind raced, before giving a hasty answer.

"Fried?"

"Correctamondo, this guy's not bad?" Jason snickered. You didn't care though, now you could be out of here.

"Ok, I played your disgusting game. Now let me out."

"Aww, yeah dude, we would, but I'm just feeling too tired to get out of bed." Brad retaliated, which made your stomach drop in fear.

"Yeah man, I think I'll call it a night." But- but- they couldn't leave you in here, could they?

"But hey dude, as a thanks, let us blow you a good night kiss." A kiss, from them? You supposed that would be nice.

"Yeah, with our butts." There was the catch. You tried one last time to thrash out and escape, but it was still no use.

"Nighty night fart face." Jason called out to you, and before you could do anything else, you heard them both grunt, sealing your fate.

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The onslaught of bassy, airy and wet flatulence from both ends was just too much. The sound was deafening and rattled through your skull. The combined stench of cheese, meat and leftover eggs was filling your nasal area and completely taking over your oxygen intake. To make it worse, you could hear guffawing laughter from the 2 giants and they turned the underblanket into a gas chamber. This was the last thing you heard before you finally passed out.

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You woke up slowly, your eyes blinking and looking around. You were still under the covers, but now there were seeps of light around you. Was it morning? Had you made it through the entire night. Hopefully that mean you could finally go. They had no reason to keep you round any longer. You looked around to see them both lying on their sides, their asses still pointing at you. Their fomented musk and flatulence was still lingering under the sheets, but at least it smelt like most of it had seeped out. It sounded like they were both snoring. Now was your chance to get away. Unfortunately, as you were about to push against the blanket, they both stirred and awoke at the same time. What an annoying coincidence.

"Yo man, you awake?" Jason called out to Brad.

"Yeah man, whoo, what a night. We gotta do this again sometime." Brad whooped. Absolutely not, at least not with you anyway. But hopefully, now they were awake, you can finally leave.

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A tuba like sound rung out from Brads ass, giving you another scent of his new cheesy stink. However, this one had a new combination that smelled almost like shit.

"Ah, morning thunder, am I right?" Brad giggled.

"Absolutely man." Jason retaliated, before letting out his own 'quaker'.

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This one also had a strong scent of crap to it that made you shiver. Then, to your relief, they both finally seemed to lift up the covers and get out of the bed. With zero hesitation, you scrambled out onto the floor and began to gulp in the clean air. Admittedly, it was still very musky and lingering with farts, but it was a hell of a lot better than being under there.

From the left, you could hear Jason and Brad laughing at you, as they pulled their underwear back up. They weren't even putting on clean pairs, just the same ones they had on last night, which were dirty. Did these 2 seriously not care about hygiene at all?

"Thanks for coming over dude, we'll see you next week for some more fun." Brad said, whilst grinning at you.

"Yeah man, we've got loads more games we can play, and more snacks for you to sniff out, haha." Jason laughed at you. But you'd finally had enough, there was no way you could do that again.

"Absolutely not, I used to think you 2 were the hottest guys in school, but now I realise you're nothing more than disgusting, farting, unwashed slobs. Just wait till everyone at school finds out, no one will ever want to hang out with you again." You firmly said, although it was a little hard to focus with your eyes still watering.

For some reason, instead of getting angry at you, they both just snickered with each other. You were confused about this, until Brad turned around and grabbed his phone from the side of the bed.

"If you say so man, but if you said no, it would be a shame for these pics to end up online." He held up his phone for you to see and your jaw dropped. It was pictures of your face pressed up against their asses, along with a few videos of them farting on you, complete with their mean laughter and comments heard in the background. They must've taken them whilst you were unconscious.

Would they really be willing to blackmail you like this? You couldn't believe that. There was no way those could go online, your reputation would be over.

"Please don't post those, I'll do whatever you want, I'll come back next week." You pleaded, which caused them to smile.

"That's better dude, now go home. I gotta take my morning dump and, after all those snacks, it's gonna be a pipe clogger." Brad said smirking, making you physically cringe.

"Same man, you wanna play battleshits?" Jason turned to Brad with the same smirk.

"You know it bro." He responded, and they both high-fived whilst laughing disgustingly. The conversation disgusted you and you wanted to get as far away from these 2 as you could, at least until they called you back. You began to make your way out the room, before Jason called out to you.

"Hey dude, one last thing." You turned around to see Jason with his hand clasped around his ass before letting a hollow fart ring out into it.

BBBRRRPPPPPPPPPPPTTTT

He then threw the trapped air in your direction, and it instantly hit you like a truck. As you coughed and gagged some more, they both laughed at you one last time.

"Just a little FARTING gift." That was the last thing you heard before you bolted out the door, out the house and headed home.

As you made your way back to the house, you found yourself wondering how could you have ever been attracted to such flatulent bullies. You desperately wanted not to go back to that torture pit. But then again, you felt yourself shiver at the realisation of what would happen if you dared to defy them. You sighed defeated, and the worst part was that you'd never get the smell out of your clothes.

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An awesome premise from @stinkyboiii

I don't think I quite did this story the justice he described, but I did my best. (Also, sorry about the length, thanks to everyone who read the whole thing). :)

[fartymule]

I had a black bean burger on a wheat bun with some fries and a milkshake yesterday night and I'm having a fairly tooty day so far. XD I've already passed gas, like, 20 times probably! My window is really thin, so I should probably get some sound proofing... 😳 I don't want my neighbors to know the cute girl next door has a serious gas problem! 😓

[jawwtin-gets-gassy]

You know, all of this gas is going to waste if it's not being inhaled by you, let's face it.

[untamedsinning]

advanced flirting, or something

[berrybundtcake0909]

⚠️⚠️ this one gets pretty gross 🥰

i want to hear you.

i want to hear the destruction of your body happening in real time.

-groaning because your gut is so swollen and stretched tight, yet you can’t stop lifting more junk up to your lips

-disgusting gurgles and bubbles coming from that hanging belly as it desperately attempts to churn through all of that fucking garbage

-loud snores in the middle of the day, from your ruined sleep schedule because your body is spending so much energy on digesting so many processed calories, you can barely stay awake, especially after uncontrollable stuffing yourself helpless again.

-heavy creaks in the floor boards every time you take a step so i always know where my pig is (though you rarely fucking leave the room) and groans from the couches and chairs you sit on to serve as a reminder that your indulgence and dedication to unrestrained gluttony is getting in the way of the simple, normal things you do

-crude wet slapping sounds from all of the gooning you do, day in and day out, constantly with your hand in those awfully stained underwear; your hand and arm, loudly making contact with the soft (or firm) fat, smothering every part of your body

-whorish moans from all the porn you watch, of course: all of the sounds listed here, being shamelessly blaster from your speakers once you get to the point where you can only get off to gainer porn

-disgusting belches that sound deep and relieving, allowing you to taste the slop that you couldn’t help but keep forcing down, even when your gut begged you to stop. burps, so loud and so long, that your eyes roll back and your arousal begins to coat the aforementioned stained underwear. but it’s not your fault, all that beer and sugary soda does a number on an already gassy pigs stuffed belly.

-bubbly farts that sound greasy and wet, the smell clearly announcing all of the damage you did to that poor gut when you chose greed and gluttony over comfort. cringing as they get wetter and wetter, trying to make yourself care enough to get up and relieve your packed tank, but you’re so fucking full, and sooo fucking lazy, that you convince yourself it’s okay if those underwear end up covered in a few more stains

-and obviously, countless moans and whines as you expel all of that gas and rub that sick little tummy ache away so you can immediately fill it up with more fattening grease and lard

honorable grosser mention:

-grunts and whines, echoing off the bathroom walls as you pump all that garbage out from that sick belly into the toilet, belching miserably as you try and rub it all out. that junk food just makes it so hard to have healthy bowel movements :( hearing several large plops before satisfied sighs as you waddle back to the kitchen afterwards (most likely without flushing) to go and fill yourself right back up, and start the whole process all over again.

tldr- i really love loud and shameless slobs

[kiadiaper]

I poop twice in a row in my leggings 🥴🥴

[stinkyboiii]

Imagine you're on a party of some kind, maybe with your friends and their friends. Everyone is quite drunk after some time and they get a 'silly' idea of tormenting you a little, you who doesn't drink that much and often refuses to take part in their bullshit. Someone there knows about the kinks you keep in secret and they told others, who come up with an idea.

When they ask you to play truth or dare with them you think nothing of it, even when they seem to be really focused on getting you to pick dare... Which you have to do, eventually. The dare is deliberately vauge, like 'let someone dress you in whatever they want'... But it doesn't sound too bad.. Right?

Well, turns out you underestimated the strength a whole group of people would hold. Fast forward 15 minutes you're dressed in nothing but some kind of gag that keeps your mouth and nose spread wide open, a collar and a leash.. Maybe some underwear, if they felt nice. You're being passed around the room like a pet, shoved from one ass right to another as they empty their farts into you like it's the funniest thing they've ever seem - teasing and cooing at you, not that you can hear it that well anymore, you feel yourself getting light-headed from all the stinky air and how quick they're passing your around. If you begin to drift off, they make sure to give you some slaps and strong farts right up your nose so you stay with them and don't ruin their fun. As time passes, you become quite mindless... Maybe there's a camera pointed at you, you honestly can't tell after what they've reduced you to... But you doubt you'll ever hear the end of it.

[anonanonanonanonaaaaa]

I’ve been so gassy all day 😭