fart and walk away queen

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[femmefoxhotbox]

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hello! this is an eproctophilia centered blog. i post fantasies, stories, requests, thoughts, and sometimes art

please call me fox. i am a 22 year old femme lesbian (she/her, les4les)

i am primarily interested in eprocto, with an emphasis on being submissive to a dominant butch or masc lesbian

other kinks include armpits, musk, body hair, feet/socks/shoes, minor slob, ass/body worship, petplay, and olfactophilia

i am not interested in copro, emeto, eructo, omo, rimming, or anything involving men

DNI: minors, terfs, proship, blogs involving rape/noncon/cnc, incest/fauxcest, ageplay, misogyny/patriarchy, or dykebreaking kinks

DMs (no men) and asks/requests open! :)

tags:

stories, drabbles, requests: #fox writes

non-request asks, short posts: #fox talks

doodles: #fox draws

[femmefoxhotbox]

you're settling into your bed, pulling up your favorite camgirl to tune into to wind down for the night. the camera is facing an empty room, a bed half visible to the left of the screen and the door on the right. this silent emptiness is usually how the stream started, building a steady anticipation. you wait eagerly.

you hear a front door slam shut faintly in the video, and sit up attentively. the chat picks up, everyone else seemingly doing the same. shortly thereafter, a beefy, chiseled masc woman enters the room, dressed in a black sports bra and light gray cargo sweatpants. there's a soft sheen of sweat shining on her skin and a duffel bag over her shoulder.

"ugh, the gym was packed today," she bemoans, settling into the room, comfortably taking up space. "couldn't even let a little one slip out. i'm so bloated." she rests a hand over her stomach, the valleys of her abs visible through a healthy layer of fat. the chat erupts with excited anticipation. "protein goals are no joke."

not one to keep you hanging, she waltzes closer to the camera, the soft curls of her happy trail now visible. she doesn't even make a face of exertion as she bends slightly at the hips, letting a long, deep, bassy fart escape her.

"mmm," she groans with a relieved smile, her hand circling her abdomen. "finally. been holding these forever."

fartsex67: uuuugh fuck omg

femme4farts: in my face next time

only a few seconds pass before she rips another hot one, cocking her leg up slightly to let it leak out of her. it bubbles on thickly for ten seconds. your crotch is tingling, so you move your hands to the keyboard.

you: turn around

"desperate," she comments, scanning over the chat. "i was at the gym a bit longer than usual, so i guess i can give you guys some pity."

she turns around, the muscular globes of her cheeks clear even from beneath the baggy fabric, her back toned from her shoulders to her tailbone. she reaches down to either side of her cheeks, pressing them together. the fart that escapes her is burbling and intense and highly titillating. another soft sigh of relief drifts out of her before she gives a quiet hmmph- and rips more long, wet ass. "ugh, damn. that was a good one."

FartCushionGirl donated $5.00!

FartCushionGirl: take the sweats off <3

"aww, how generous," the camgirl touts. "guess i have to now, just for you."

she makes a show out of playing with the waistband of her sweats, teasingly slow as she works her way out of them, incrementally revealing the dark heather gray of her boxers. the sumptuous mounds of her ass strain against her underwear, a dark streak of sweat licked up her crack. her hands come back up to squish and play with the doughy flesh, the valley of her cheeks molding and morphing under the pressure. the next fart she lets out visibly warbles the fat of her cheeks, purring bubbly and loud, the moisture from the sweat trapped in between her ass amplifying the wetness. you feel your mouth begin to water as you lean in closer to the screen.

FartCushionGirl: worth

"mmm," the camgirl moans, inhaling through her nose with a smile. "smells so good." you believe her, fantasizing about the poignant stench, and how swampy her room must be. the wetness between your legs has been gradually spreading, and you're itching to relieve yourself.

the camgirl seems to know this and starts to ramp it up. she tugs her camera closer, her ass engulfing the entire screen. you can smell the piquant musk of her sweat-stained boxers through your laptop. still pressing her cheeks together, she rips more burbling ass, louder with her body closer to the microphone. a moaning sigh of relief followed by the distinct sound of sniffing sounds above her ass. "ooh, i wish i had one of you here to sniff these up for me."

multiple women in the chat begin to fight over who deserved that position most.

she keeps giving her viewers exactly what they want -- long, hot, wet, bassy, bubbly, nonstop farts. her moans gradually drift from alleviation to arousal, higher in octave and resonating from the top of her throat, interspersed with more frantic sniffing. she's saying all the right things, too: "oh my god, that feels so good," "fuck, it smells...", "yeah, that's right, be a good girl and huff it all up." you don't know if it's theatrics for her audience or if she really enjoys this, but right now, you don't care, and your hand is slipping into your bottoms to work yourself up.

the model bends over, revealing the soaked crotch of her boxers. well, maybe she really did enjoy this.

she moves to the bed on the left side of the screen. climbing onto it, laying on her back, propped up on her pillows, with her thighs spread wide open. the darker patch of moisture is on full display now, and her hand runs down the front of her body sensually. "i'm nowhere near close to done," she sighs, circling her belly a few times as her hand runs over it. her fingers then dip further down, lightly toying with herself over the fabric of her boxers.

she tilts her head back and lets out a rippling, swampy fart, sniffing and moaning loudly, the wetness from her sweaty ass and arousal making her farts particularly sloppy. you rub yourself as she continues to leak explosive gas, wishing you could be burying your nose in between her toned cheeks, huffing the ripe, warm farts that bubbled out of her.

"ooh, fuck, that's so fucking good," she keens, wafting the damp, potent gas up to her face and smiling, drawing tighter circles over herself. "come fucking smell this shit, babes, it's delicious."

SmartFella: yes ma'am yes ma'am

femme4farts: im licking my screen

FartCushionGirl: involve me.

the camgirl's moans are picking up in frequency as heady, deep farts purr sputteringly out of her. you're starting to reach your crest too, wishing you could be under her in that moment, nose lodged in the valley of her dank boxers and eagerly sniffing every last one of her farts.

"yes, yes, sniff it all for me," she urges frantically. "that's it, good girl, keep sniffing my farts, baby." you're moving frantically too now, hand working vigorously in tandem with the model, groaning aloud and nearly drooling as you watch her fat ass wobble with her own masturbation, making her farts stutter as they leak out of her.

an especially long, deep, bubbly fart ripping from her is what did her in -- and you, too, shaking as the intense, brain-melting noise fills your ears, intensified by her erotic moaning.

the model lays limp for a moment, breathing heavily. "i need to open a window." then, more slyly, "how about round two, since you guys waited so patiently for me today?"

[the-butch-brapper]

I can't be assed to make it a longer scenario; Femme who huffs her butch's farting ass crack that pokes out of their jeans

[the-butch-brapper]

In the Knight/Princess dynamic, it should be the little prim and proper princess who's utterly obsessed with huffing her Knight's nasty gut rot, especially when they're sweaty after training

[foulestwretch]

Princess that waits until the Knight gets up from whatever chair she was sitting in only to press her face so deeply into the seat that she can barely think straight.

[the-butch-brapper]

EXACTLY WHAT I MEAN!!!!!! Pretty princesses should be perverts!!!!!

[imjustasillygal]

Inside her hole of empty glass bottles and shame she calls a room – lies V//i. Tired from fighting in the ring, tipsy and full of regret, and ironically enough filled with gas too. Not exactly unfamiliar territory for the girl, as any of her friends would shudder at the cocking of a leg when around her. V//i removes her jacket and sits in her torso bandages and worn out pants, hunched over. The thoughts of her sister and love bat around her brain like pool balls, she just..has to be around someone..but she just finished her daily dose of hitting and sweating. What to do?

Before the thought leads to a cycle of self relief or another gulp, someone walks into V//i's room. Another ring fighter, who she's never seen before. Olive skinned, thick black hair in a wolf cut and fanged canines. She has a protruding stomach from a tattered vest, and stands thick in arms and legs, tall and imposing. Her voice low like V//i's but curious, and sultry. Like if wine could talk.

V//i sits up, embarrassed from being perceived before her own terms. The woman, named Karmen, walks in and stands in the tiny hall before V//i's bed and tiny room setup.

“You the girl?” Karmen asks. “What?” Vi softly replies.

Karmen rubs her chin. “Dude with the beard. Said something about you wanting to see me”

“I..” Vi realizes Loris made this request for her. “I uh..no. I'm not the girl”

Karmen looks at V//i scratches her back, and adjusts her legs to unclamp her panties, completely unshielded in her manarisms. Karmen chews on claw like nail and then lets her hand hang to her side.

“Yeah you are”

“Listen, I don't wanna..fuck you. That guy's a friend, and..this was just something he thought I needed"

“You need something. Cause..girl, it smells like booze and farts in here”

V//i's cheeks, lined with faded dark makeup, suddenly grow a touch of red. She stinks. Not body odor specifically but sweat, liquor and residual ass. She knows..but when you hear it, it ain't fun.

V//i runs her hand down her neck out of embarrassment. “Sorry"

Karmen's eyes close as her eyes dilate slightly. “For what?”

Karmen walks over to V//i and looks at her, not in a predatory sense but definitely a sense of wanting something with the energy of a need. “What, you like this?”

“Love it, cookie”

V//i's brain activates, like she's where Cait was back at the brothel. Eyes on her intimately, and even a dessert nickname. This wasn't real. She couldn't possibly be being flirted with-

“Oh..” A smirk washes over V//i's face. A bassy noise escapes V//i as she eases herself.

Karmen growls, toes curling in shoes. “Damm..my bad”

“More..”

“Pftt. What, rip ass again?”

Karmen calms herself. “I know you said you didn't wanna do it, but..I still figure we could explore some options”

V//i rolls her eyes but then chuckles, drunk enough to willingly fart on something other than her cushy cupcake's face.

“Eh, screw it. I got gas anyway”

Karmen sits on the stained bean bag against the wall, her legs spread out. V//i sits her muscular butt on Karmen and puts her arm on her knee, and chin on her hand, as fumes rip from the pent up girl. The room smells even worse after 3, but it doesn't cease as the bloat slowly ticks down. Karmen loves every moment, slightly clawing the bean bag. V//i though, starts thinking once again, about Caitlyn. The first intimate experience she's had in months, and not only that but with a women she hadn't met until recently..and doing something so..taboo.

V//i would pass gas around anybody, she didn't care. But intimately is new territory. She..kind of liked it – parking her firm ass and letting go. Always a big eater, in multiple ways, V//i is also a very flatulent person and despite tooting like a tuba in practice, there's also the private aspect of how gassy she actually is. Something only Ji//nx and Caitl//yn have been around. But now, she could rip drunk but all she wants and..sit on a woman's crotch.

Enough to..enough to..enough to.. V//i comes. A little bit after Karmen. V//i awkwardly stands up, as Karmen's eyes return to normal and her mood changes back to its initial near suductivity. Karmen huffs and puffs.

“I'll..smell you in the ring..hopefully”

V//i gives a dorky smirk and burps as she winks at Karmen, who walks satisfied from the room. V//i changes pants, cleans up, and starts throwing away her bottles. Under the spell of clarity, or perhaps humorously the smell of the room getting to her.

[wildberrytoot]

Fart on my fucking clit

[imjustasillygal]

random af but butch cowgirl who has to unbutton her jeans in order to pass gas🤤🤤🤤

[the-butch-brapper]

Jean faaaaaarts~

[fairychub]

applications for a big gassy t butch boyfriend are now open! and will always be open! please fart on my lap <3

[sorbitolvictim]

that was so loud! .////.”

[femmefoxhotbox]

farting against each others pussies while we scissor, bonus points if panties are kept on for increased friction and amplification of the fart vibrations

[femmefoxhotbox]

masc frat hazing ritual that involves being their fart huffer after a night out drinking, bellies full of gurgling fermentation. upon their arrival back from the bars, stumbling and teetering and laughing, they corral you into the basement of the frat house where you take turns nuzzling your nose into crack after sweaty crack, sniffing up any and everything they have to give you.

with your snout nudged up against a cargo pants seam, the first brother to take to you lets out a potent, rumbling fart, heavy and ripe in your nostrils and vibrating against your face. the other brothers giggle in their drunkenness, little gasps and "oooh, wow,"s and "jeez,"s in response to your predicament, playing it up by fanning the smell away. she reaches back and grabs your hair, rocking your face side-to-side in between her hefty cheeks, letting a few more brassy, heady rips purr into your face, the smell taking hold in your pores. you take deep breaths through your nose, sighing on the exhale, letting the stench sop into your olfactory nerve and the bubbly sounds bounce around in your brain.

you're passed around indiscriminately, the torment seemingly nonstop, soft mockeries persistently thrown your way. you go without coercion, letting strong hands ease your head where they wanted it. "that's it, sniff it all up," someone urges into your ear with your face smushed into another brother's briefs, her jeans around her knees. her boxers are damp and swampy, the earthy musk emanating from them seasoning every burbling fart that heats your face, humid and poignant and tantalizing. while the brothers were drunk off busch apple, you grew lightheaded and woozy with your own gas-induced intoxication.

two brothers sit you in the corner, one having forgone her pants, the remaining boyshorts riding into her ass, the other with their jeans pulled a quarter down their cheeks, a few inches of musky crack visible above the waistband. they sandwich your face in between four plush globes of ass, their raunchy farts sputtering against your head, pungent and smoggy and fully encapsulating your senses. you can't help but moan audibly now with the olfactory input doubled, hot, bubbling beer farts fumigating the last of your fresh air.

with arousal getting the better of you, you turn your head towards the visible upper crack in your face, opening your mouth and letting your tongue dip just inside the doughy cleavage, feeling the pliant flesh mold to the muscle, little wisps of body hair tickling your lips. the strength of their next rip sends vibrations through their fat, cushiony cheeks and over your prodding tongue, making your eyes flutter back and your mouth water so expeditiously as the syrupy reek settles on your tastebuds that a dollop of saliva drips down your chin.

"damn," they muse above you, looking over their shoulder upon feeling your bold oral exploration. "you like sniffing our nasty farts that much? freak."

"hey, be nice to the pledges," the second brother objects. "you don't want them to... tap out, do you?" with that, she forces your face (and tongue) out of their ass and back to hers, letting a particularly bubbling and explosive fart warble into your nose and against your mouth, sticky and ripe and so hot. the other brother smirks and adds onto the revolting offense by pushing out another repugnant, burbling fart, the scents mingling in a dense, poignant concoction and the cacophony of loud, bubbly sounds going straight to your crotch. you huff like your life depends on it, the thick, muggy warmth filling your lungs.

you don't know how many hours into the hazing it was when a delivery driver deposits mexican on the house's porch, or when a brother brings it down into the basement. "fuel," they tell you from your spot on your knees, a thoroughly farted-through pair of boxers discarded over your face. "so you won't have to worry about us running out anytime soon."

now full of greasy fast food and refried beans and lingering beer bloat, their farts are somehow worse, and more frequent. you just close your eyes, moaning and nearly drooling, crotch on fire as you helplessly accept the onslaught, rancid, intense, steamy ass blasting you from all angles, seeping into the sulci of your brain, making you dumb. your face is squished in between someone's asscrack, then sandwiched again between two, then three, then four. your face is sat on, surrounded, and smothered in drunk, meat-sweating asses, farts dripping out of them in deep, burbling wafts, hammering against your skull and drilling your nose. you were positive this would cling to you for days.

sunrise was approaching by the time they ease up. you were a panting, wet mess, sweating and soaking in a pool of your own arousal. "getting tired? yeah, us too." one brother pets a hand over your hair, both condescending and comforting. taking this as a cue the night was over, you stand and begin to leave, but you're caught by the arms on both sides. "what do you think you're doing? you're sleeping here. under the covers of whoever wants you most. a little dutch oven never hurt anyone, did it?"

you had a feeling this "little" dutch oven would be more of a violently noxious one, so you nod eagerly and let yourself be led to a bedroom where you'll spend the next few hours huffing sleepy hangover gas in a blanketed sauna

[the-butch-brapper]

Need way more people to get on board with making C*ait a complete pervert who doesn't even blink about making out with V*i's butthole even when it's sweaty, musky, and ripping abhorrent protein farts into her mouth

[femmefartale]

I'm freshly discovering the incredible things two nice rounds with the bong and a shitton of greasy fast food will do to my stomach. I'm pretty small for my height, and present myself as a mild girl, so you would be shocked to see the amount I put away, and the way I come undone when my stomach starts to rumble. I'm alone in my car right now, but I really wish I had someone here to rub my stomach and help ease out this gas...

I imagine, she would join me in the spacious backseat after we've finished our meals, attentive and hungry for the gas slowly beginning to splutter from my hole. It's embarrassing how easily I get stuffed, and even more embarrassing how quickly I become a horny, gassy mess. My girl is much more composed tonight and she undresses me while staying clothed, a predator circling it's prey. A long growl emerges from my stomach, quickly transforming to a rumbling in my ass, and a noxious odor begins to envelop the small space of the backseat. My partner can't contain herself, slotting a muscled thigh tightly against my holes, both pulsing with need. A bassy fart erupts against her upper thigh as we meet in a sloppy kiss, desire ruiling motion. I let out a surprised gasp and clench against her leg when her featherlight touch dances from my waistband to my sides and across my stomach, making muscles twitch and jump erratically. The shock of her cold fingers dancing on my skin in such sensitive areas is erotic and stimulating, and my pussy pushes out a new layer of slick as it throbs. Suddenly she switches tactics, folding my smaller body up to replace her thigh with her face, nestled tightly against the thin fabric of my panties. The new, uncomfortable position forces small spurts of gas out immediately, and my girl huffs between the globes of my ass like her life depends on it, making me slick all over again. Then, as if she hasn't had enough, that strong arm presses down against the fold of my stomach, and the foreboding rumbling in my tummy heightens before pushing out of my pulsing hole in a wet, powerful and shockingly long blast of gas. My baby buries her face impossibly deeper, taking in every bit of the scent she can, and it pushes me over the edge, pussy gushing slick and pulsing around nothing as my arousal runs wild.

and then we switch yay 🤤 hope you like

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this is one of the hottest things i've ever read oh my good GOD brb gotta touch myself immediately SDJHFHJDS

[femmefoxhotbox]

Omg i revisit your page very often to rub one out. I love how kind you are to gnc people and masc butches in your writing. Love how everyone gets intoxicated off of some steamy bubblers out the ass. Do you like any fantasies of fully unwilling? Or unwilling to willing face farting? As opposed to complete devotion

it's very sexy to me to hear that people get off to my writing! and i think butches, mascs, and gnc lesbians are very sexy too and deserve to have some niche kink content that they can see themselves in and/or are the focal point of desire in

unwilling is usually a turn off for me. i like farts because i like farts, plus someone who's begging and worshipping and moaning while sniffing is especially hot. i think the closest to unwilling i'm okay with is somebody who's unwilling to admit they like farts bc of the embarrassment, or unwilling/hesitant to be indulged with farts because it'd reveal how much it turns them on. forcing or urging a confession out of an embarrassed sub followed by spoiling them rotten with farts until they're a whiny, wet mess is so 👀👀👀

[femmefoxhotbox]

what is your ideal *realistic* farting scenario? like, if you had a girlfriend willing to indulge you?

oh anon don't tease me with the fantasy of not only having a girlfriend, but one who would indulge me </3 but to entertain it for a moment, esp in a realistic sense...

i imagine slipping it into a normal sex scene. she's riling me up by going soft and slow, all making out and heavy petting, before beginning to kiss my neck and down my body. when her fingertips brush my thighs and graze over the damp crotch of my panties and i'm raring to go, she'll say something like "you won't believe what i ate today," in a low, husky voice to insinuate what's to come. this, of course, makes me giddy with excitement and embarrassment.

laying on my back, she'd eat me out face-down ass-up, her butt looming high behind her. like this, she'd rip a few good, hot, bubbly ones, which would make my hips buck involuntarily into her mouth while i try to limit my inhales to shallow sniffs, as if to instill plausible deniability at how much i love it. she smirks, looking up at me through a lidded gaze, knowing exactly what it's doing to me. when i'm inches from snapping, she'd flip around into a 69, letting my nose settle in between her clothed cheeks. already so close to climax, it would only take a couple more raunchy farts purring right up my face and into my nose to top me off, practically drooling from the mouthwatering smell and the burbly sounds turning my brain into mush.

aftercare would be a must for a kink like this for me. i fear the subdrop would be nearly insurmountable. lots of "it's okay"s, "nobody will know, baby"s, "you did a great job, princess"s

[eproctowench]

Imagine having a remote controlled underwear toy, but your partner turns it on every time they fart. So it’s like they are farting right on your crotch every time.