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imagine your loved one needing to pee really bad in public, so you stop by a public restroom and as you wait for them outside, you can hear them pissing loudly into the toilet. it’s a hefty flow that radiates, echoes off the walls. you can hear them panting as they relieve themselves, knowing that if they waited a second longer they would’ve had an accident on themself. If they have a penis, you can picture them shaking themself off after pissing for so long. If they have a vagina, you can hear the gentle drips that linger after they’ve already finished peeing. you can hear them sigh out a breathy “fuck,” relief heavy in their voice. it flutters in your stomach, and maybe now you kind of have to go too.

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kinda into...public peeing.....someone peeing in public in an alley because theyre absolutely desperate and cant wait any longer and they end up getting caught and their partner fights tooth and nail to defend them saying they have bladder disorders and shit and maybe the cop or whatever is sympathetic and lets them go or they give them a fine and character is so fucking embarassed cause not only were they caught doing such a shameful act they also have to goddamn pay up because of it

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oh to agonizingly slow stroke a desperate twitchy cock only to speed up every time they leak. soon enough they’re desperate for more than just permission to piss. which relief do they want more? to empty their tired, swollen bladder or the much needed release from their sensitive throbbing cock?

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GODDDD 📷 is so hot I need him to fart on my face

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Imagine your OTP is walking in the forest, and suddenly B feels the need to pee, so they go “Cover for me real quick, I need to pee.” Before heading behind a tree.

A covers for them while they pee when suddenly a loud fart rumbles out of B’s backside. B quickly clears their throat behind the tree as if that would cover up the sound of their previous fart. A tries their best to be nice and not laugh at B’s fart, but eventually can’t hold back their laughter. “Oh shut up!” B yells from behind the tree, which only causes A to laugh more.

B comes back looking all annoyed and disgruntled, to which A gives them a quick peck on the cheek and apologise for laughing before moving a hand up to lovingly ruffle B’s hair.

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Thinking about gassy vampires...

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Imagine your OTP half asleep in bed when suddenly one of them farts.

A grimaces at the smell and groans, rubbing their nose in the pillow mumbling “You’re gross.” While B, the one guilty, is just lying there with the biggest shit eating grin because they know; no matter how gross they are, A will always love them.

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Your fave just going about their day, doing trivial tasks, but every once in a while stopping to let out a fart or two, before resuming what they were doing.

They might complain a little about being gassy and give a couple bashful apologies after nasty ones, but your level of trust has gotten to a point where bodily functions is just a part of daily life, so no brows are lifted as they continue their casual farting.

(Much to the delight of you, of course…)

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My gas today is absolutely foul smelling and my farts are so loud... I had cous cous both for lunch and dinner, maybe it's that. But damn.

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can u tag some of ur fav blogs similar to urs? a lot of ppl on this…. side…. of tumblr arent active. i kno u dont post a ton but at least your most recent posts are like within the past wk so we kno ur currently living haha c:

ok i actually have a lot lol (warning: not all of these are exclusive to farts/burps/scat. some may contain elements of WG/diapers/emeto/other stuff that i’m not into. i follow for the stuff that i do like!!) i know i’m still forgetting some but yeah

@gassybots @gassycow @secretgrosscatboi @secretlygross @sh1tshake @chocolatelaxatives @eproctowo @eproctoforthebackoftheroom @whyyamilikethis @gassytum @staceyfarts @wellexcuusemee @mochahoneybear @braponetta @tummytings @g1rls-r-gr0ss @untamedsinning @messy-moth @bloatednswollen @gurglez @gloomluvv @filthysingoblin @succubratty @fartenjoyer @ruelpsen @sweetbubblies @pissbuddys @zuccmeburg

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things i love hearing people moan stuff like "oh fuck" after they rip ass. love being able to hear the relief in their voice, hearing them laugh about how bad it stinks while not even trying to fan it away from their nose

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Here’s a story about you and your fave. Your fave pigs out during your lunch date and now they’re horribly gassy. When you bring them back to your apartment, they can’t help but erupt. But luckily for your fave, you’re going to take care of them. Includes: belly stuffing, rubs, farting, a lil burping. You know, the good shit.

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Story idea: guys goes in for a tux fitting but is so bloated the tailor is concerned he won’t get a good fit. The man is made to expel as much gas as possible by the tailor to the amusement of everyone else in the store

He hears the words but it takes a while to sink in. He- he’s asking me to do what? A small gurgle from his lower belly seems to affirm his situation. He shifts his weight from side to side on the short platform and glances around the fitting room as if looking for a way out of this predicament. There’s the tailor, looking up at him expectantly, his own mostly naked reflection in the mirror, and only a curtain separating him from the other clients in the main room. No, no everyone’s going to hear me…

“Sir, I cannot measure your stomach when you’re bloated like so. You can come back later, but I’m booked up for the next couple months. I’ve got customers waiting so I’m sorry, but you need to make your choice.”

The client’s breath quickens and his hands go clammy. There was no way he could wait for another appointment. The wedding was in a few weeks and needless to say the tux was a requirement. His belly had been roiling and rebelling all day, no doubt angry at all the greasy food he wolfed down the night before. Foolish of him to gorge right before the fitting, but what could he do about it now? Well, he knows what he has to do. There’s a feeling like a balloon being inflated in his lower gut and the urge that he’s been fighting since he walked through the door intensifies.

He closes his eyes and tries his best to imagine that he’s alone. He tenses his belly just a little, clenching his cheeks to try to stifle the sound and keep the blast to a minimum. A whistling fart tickles his hole and fades out almost as soon as it began. The client sheepishly strokes his gut, which is just as inflated as before.

The tailor plucks at his mustache. That was a man’s fart? A mouse, perhaps! Pathetic! He’s about to just call the appointment off when the pitiful look on his client’s face softens his demeanour.

“Okay, here let me help you.”

The tailor splays his hand over his client’s swollen belly. The soft, warm skin is a stark contrast to the tailor’s rough hands, made calloused by decades spent perfecting his craft. His belly juts over the waistband of his tight, white underwear and the tailor lowers his hand to cup the underside of the fart-filled gut.

“Tch tch tch. We have a lot of work to do. You ready?”

Even in the throes of humiliation, the client feels his body wanting to relax into the man’s touch. Wanting to arch his back and press his aching gut against the wandering hand. He swallows loudly and nods his head, already beginning to muster up the courage he’ll need to walk out of the room once he’s through.

It’s quiet at first. A barely audible rush of air and for that he’s thankful. He stares at the mirror, watching his eyes squint and his lips pout. Watches the tailor sink his palm into his tense gut. Part of him wants the tailor to stop because the pressure is making the fart louder and he’s sure that soon all the people beyond the curtain will be able to hear the dirty thing he’s doing. Part of him wants to grunt at the tailor to push harder, get it all out, It feels so good, ohhhh I need this.

The fart rumbles on and the tailor chuckles to himself at how much like a chainsaw it sounds. Discussions about fabrics and fits between customers and associates die down and all heads whip towards the curtain. Is that…? A throaty groan from the fitting room confirms their suspicions. Lips begin to curl and laughter bubbles up their throats.

With a series of short pops, the fart ends and the client’s gut relaxes and expands. He sighs but his breath catches in his throat. Laughter. From the next room and no doubt directed at him. His stomach sinks.

“I- I can’t do this,” he stammers. Fuck, this is embarrassing.

“It’s fine, sir. Pay the hyenas no mind. See,” the tailor hastily pats his client’s belly and places the other hand on the man’s lower back, “you already look a little slimmer. That was a good push. Let’s get the rest out, now.”

Before the client can agree or disagree, his belly is pushed inward and a short quack is forced out of his rear. Then again. And again. Quick thrusts inward and sharp farts of various pitches shooting out. The client huffs with each push, feeling like he’s getting an unconventional form of CPR. Between farts, he can hear the giggles from the amused bastards beyond the curtain. With the gas being pretty much expelled for him, he focuses on tuning them out and thinks about how he’s going to look like James Bond in his new tux. If this is what it takes, then so be it.

The tailor abruptly stops driving into his gut and rubs wide deep circles roughly enough to jostle the client around. His gut is given a slap before a groaning fart is forced out by the hand that seems determined to make his navel kiss his spine. It’s not as gentle as the client would like, but given the time constraints it is understandable. He pushes and grunts, doing his best now to let it all out.

“Okay, now squat down. Bend the knees. Good.” The new position he’s guided into makes it easier for the gas to wind through his colon and the farts fly past the cotton stretched around his plump cheeks. The fabric, of course, does nothing to filter the stench. It hangs heavily in the air and makes the small, classy looking room smell like a farm.

“Excellent, very good. Now, you look ready for me to do my job, just-“

“Wait,” the client grunts. “I’m not finished… unngh.” He clutches his stomach and strains. The gas isn’t ready to come out but he can feel it. It’s almost there. He bears down with a guttural groan and a loud fart rips from his ass with enough force that they’re both surprised he didn’t tear a hole through his underwear.

The tailor rubs his back, much gentler than he did his stomach, and the client basks in the pleasurable feeling of relief. No longer did he feel like a balloon about to burst. The embarrassment was worth it. His stomach, while a little sore, felt damn good.

“Stand up straight. Yes, yes, perfect. Okay, we take the measurement now.” The tailor unravels his measuring tape and loops it around the client’s gut. “5 inches less! My, my.”

The client smiles politely and slowly catches his breath as the tailor scribbles down the circumference. He can only hear the occasional giggle from beyond the curtain but he figures it’s alright. Let’s see how hard they laugh when they have to stand in this hotbox.

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Eating out someone that’s real gassy would honestly fix me rn…

like you could even during the act put a lil pressure on their bloated stomach with one of your hands to “help out” and make the experience even better for both parties involved (;

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my favorite types of characters in gas scenarios

shy!!! absolutely embarrassed, no way around it. just tons of blushing and excuse me’s/sorry’s. even better- the cuter the character, the worse the gas.

shameless person not so shameless at the moment. they’re fine with farting and burping as long as it’s by their own violation... but when they’re betrayed by their own stomach and are embarrassed when they can’t help it.

the coy one. just a careless “whoops” or apologetic “sorry, i couldn’t help it.” after dropping an absolute rancid fart or crassly burping. a sweet small laugh after the release. they’re a bit sadistic, into it, and nobody suspects a thing.

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Little specification, I have some crushes on various people and characters, I won't disclose them but if you see me tag random letters or initials it's the person/character I had in mind for that post

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Coping w real life by writing kink shit

Imagine having a partner with a tummy very sensitive to stress and they regularly get hugely bloated with gas from their belly overreacting to any kind of excitement and they need to excuse themselves to debloat

Flying is stressful enough without tummy problems but your partner starts off the day of the flight with a belly already sore and bloated from the nerves of having to go through security and boarding

They wear lose, comfy clothes to try to hide their bulging gut and spend all morning cradling their stomach from within their hoodie pocket, blowing up with gas no matter how many hot, smelly farts they manage to squeeze out soundlessly

They look ready to pop from the pressure, their belly digging into their waistband, by the time they’re seated on the plane. Once everyone has settled, you subtly palm their hard belly and rub it in circles while your partner turns red and furiously vents quiet, stinky gas that quickly spreads throughout the whole plane. Your partner can only sit and blush as they listen to other passengers complain, all the while farting desperately to ease their belly ache that only gets tighter and fuller with the change in altitude