Hi my name is Venti and this is a fart/gas fetish page. I'm a 24 years old trans man and use he/they/it pronouns.
I don't care about smell at all. It's the relief of a stomach ache that does it for me (aka the caretaking aspect)
If you're a minor/have no age in your bio you Will be blocked. No exceptions. Don't do this to yourself.
And please do not share my main if you figure it out - I'm extremely paranoid about being found out, and am not ready to have this kink outed. Be nice!!!!
DNI â trans exclusionist/radfem/whatever, HP/AOT fan. Into ageplay/variants, dub/noncon, CNC. I'm writing this tired as hell but I just wanna make clear I'm not "equating" any of these I just want to be comfortable in my own blog. Let me jack off to farts in peace.
A,B, and C are all friends who are comfortable enough to be pretty physically affectionate, snuggling or sitting on each otherâs laps without a second thought. C, who happens to be shorter than A and B, begins to catch romantic and/or sexual feelings for the two, on a night where coincidentally they share a bed, either purely because they like Câs company or they are in a situation where they all have to sleep in one bed (only one bed where they are staying, itâs cold and they want to keep warm).
C is in the middle of the snuggle puddle and is all blushy at A and Bâs bodies against themâŚand then C hears a rumbly fart from A, then another fart from B. Both of the taller people are asleep, letting loose without restraint with C squished in between their bodies and unintentionally being dutch-ovened, both of them continuing to fill the covers with their gas. C, meanwhile, happens to have a fart fetish, and is losing their mind being completely enveloped in the stink of their two crushes.
Optional Bonus: A and B were awake the entire time, and when they realized that C was enjoying themselves, they decided to let C have what they wanted.
Imagine kissing your fave while they're bloated and have horrible cramps. You're laying together in bed, holding them and kissing their forehead, then nose, then just slowly kissing all over their face. You try to encourage them to fart and at first they're too embarassed, but then they let a bit of gas out and you shift them closer towards yourself and tell them how brave they're being.
Imagine your fave staying the weekend at your place and they're turbo bloated... all they want is to let it rip, but they can't find any moment to sneak away so they keep holding their farts in
i fantasize about spooning with my partner during the night and they are deeply asleep while iâm awake for some reason. Obviously i have my hand on their belly and i feel it starting to churn, making some bubbly noises. I think theyâre having a belly ache while sleeping.
Soon enough the pressure builds to the point they let out a big bubbly fart in my crotch, grunting and exhaling in relief
âď¸âď¸This post contains: farting (in water), bloating, belly noises
If you're not into it, feel free to block me or the # s that's upset you. Take care of yourselves đ
Your FC has had a long, hard day. Finally relieved to come home and unwind with a nice hot bath. They take their time, ensuring the water is steamy, filled with bubbles, and the most luxurious bath salts to soothe their tense muscles.
Slipping down into the water, FC sighs with relief, head lulling back, eyes drifting closed - they deserve this. They've worked so hard today, and they deserve the time to relax. But by the time they open their eyes, the bubbles have already dissolved, the water is cooling down, and their muscles still ache - no, their muscles... their belly hurts!
They had been so stressed today that they completely neglected the growing cramp in their midriff. And now, with a moment to breathe, it's all they can focus on. Shifting uncomfortably elicited a deep gurgle from deep within their gut, a bubbling warble that had FC moaning slightly. Their hands drift to their destended stomach, splayed fingers massaging the taut surface in a futile attempt to soothe the stitch.
Reclining back, FC scrunches their legs up, trying to relax their muscles. But then- phffft.
Tiny bubbles float to the surface of the bath, popping and releasing a foul stench that spoils the lavender soaps. FC nose crinkles a little, but the slight shift in pressure was too good to ignore. Propping their legs higher, FC feels their hole puff open in a weak attempt to release the tension. Fffffffffssshrt-BLOUBbb...
A torrent of larger bubbles rushed out of their rear, tickling their crotch, before busting at the surface with a loud pop. The odour of eggs and something sour teased the source of the intense discomfort, it was foul but... alluring.
The slight deflation and tickle against their most intimate parts felt too good to ignore. Surely a little more won't hurt- the whole reason they're having a bath was to relax anyway.
fbrrrrRRBRRRRLLLTTTT... ffbrbBRRRBTTT!
A series of louder, more aggressive farts escaped them, tainting the floral scented bathroom with rancid air. FC threw their head back with a moan, the relief made them pant, inhaling the thick stench around them. bbbBBRRRRTTLLLLTTTTT!
The flood gates were open, and they just kept coming. FC didn't even have to bear down and strain to push them out. They could feel their hole fluttering open involuntarily, thick hot bubbles rushing past and massaging their crotch, before popping at the surface. They couldn't stop blushing, panting and sniffing the vile bubbles deeply.
fbrrrRRRRRBBTLLTBFFff!! fffBBt- ffrrFBRRTTT!
The trumpeting farts boomed out of FC and they whimper with sweet relief, digging their fingers into their deflating stomach till the flesh began to kneed like soft dough. Bbbfftt bbrrlltt...
-Secretly knows when youre stuffing on purpose while in public/around others and gets excited for later "consequences" (bonus if trigger foods are involved).
-You can feel their arousal/excitement whenever your tummy loudly growls with gas and you get visibly embarrassed in public when they know you're feeling bloated (they can't be fooled when you lie and say it's just "hungry" growls hehe)
-Enthusiastically closes the windows when you say you've been holding in gas and need to relieve your tummy ache while driving/in a car after holding it for hours.
-(With your consent) asks you to record or records videos themselves rubbing your belly while youre gassy. Especially if youre facing the opposite direction at the time and he wants to look at your facial expressions of ecstasy as you relieve your gassy belly later on when theyre thinking about you~ đŚ
-Loves giving belly rubs
-Loves being the big spoon so they can rub your bloated belly while you releasing muffled farts on their dick and/or burp
-Loves when you sit on their lap/straddle for gassy makeout sessions
I'll always be more of a burp than a fart guy I think but mannnn finding out I'm into both kinds of gas makes it so much easier to talk ab myself. My burps are not impressive At All but by god I can fart. Another night where I had to take a bathroom break Just to let out some excess gas. It's crazy.
âď¸âď¸This post contains: farting (in water), bloating, belly noises
If you're not into it, feel free to block me or the # s that's upset you. Take care of yourselves đ
Your FC has had a long, hard day. Finally relieved to come home and unwind with a nice hot bath. They take their time, ensuring the water is steamy, filled with bubbles, and the most luxurious bath salts to soothe their tense muscles.
Slipping down into the water, FC sighs with relief, head lulling back, eyes drifting closed - they deserve this. They've worked so hard today, and they deserve the time to relax. But by the time they open their eyes, the bubbles have already dissolved, the water is cooling down, and their muscles still ache - no, their muscles... their belly hurts!
They had been so stressed today that they completely neglected the growing cramp in their midriff. And now, with a moment to breathe, it's all they can focus on. Shifting uncomfortably elicited a deep gurgle from deep within their gut, a bubbling warble that had FC moaning slightly. Their hands drift to their destended stomach, splayed fingers massaging the taut surface in a futile attempt to soothe the stitch.
Reclining back, FC scrunches their legs up, trying to relax their muscles. But then- phffft.
Tiny bubbles float to the surface of the bath, popping and releasing a foul stench that spoils the lavender soaps. FC nose crinkles a little, but the slight shift in pressure was too good to ignore. Propping their legs higher, FC feels their hole puff open in a weak attempt to release the tension. Fffffffffssshrt-BLOUBbb...
A torrent of larger bubbles rushed out of their rear, tickling their crotch, before busting at the surface with a loud pop. The odour of eggs and something sour teased the source of the intense discomfort, it was foul but... alluring.
The slight deflation and tickle against their most intimate parts felt too good to ignore. Surely a little more won't hurt- the whole reason they're having a bath was to relax anyway.
fbrrrrRRBRRRRLLLTTTT... ffbrbBRRRBTTT!
A series of louder, more aggressive farts escaped them, tainting the floral scented bathroom with rancid air. FC threw their head back with a moan, the relief made them pant, inhaling the thick stench around them. bbbBBRRRRTTLLLLTTTTT!
The flood gates were open, and they just kept coming. FC didn't even have to bear down and strain to push them out. They could feel their hole fluttering open involuntarily, thick hot bubbles rushing past and massaging their crotch, before popping at the surface. They couldn't stop blushing, panting and sniffing the vile bubbles deeply.
fbrrrRRRRRBBTLLTBFFff!! fffBBt- ffrrFBRRTTT!
The trumpeting farts boomed out of FC and they whimper with sweet relief, digging their fingers into their deflating stomach till the flesh began to kneed like soft dough. Bbbfftt bbrrlltt...
So gassy tonight I had to have a Farting alone in the elevator moment, and then when I got home I let out one that was so loud it scared my cat and made him scamper away from me. Sorry buddy :(
{Audio By Me, Headphones Required!} Scenario: ~ Theyâve learned their lesson. Mixing foods recklessly and gulping it down in the mists of pure boredom wasnât something done on purpose. Hours would pass, feeling themselves only bloat up - finding their stomach tight and achy. Bubbles loudly crossing their distended tummy. In a attempt to âsleep it awayâ, it went horribly. Tossing and turning, their belly becoming a churning mess filled with sweet and savory foods that sat inside the gurgling mess. It was only a matter of time before gas began to seep from them, helpless to the sickly feeling of it all. Their farts not doing much help, nor soothing any faster, you could simply compare it to a chemical reaction.
Not enough talk about how having a bad cold can wreck your digestive system to hell. I'm both too hungry and too sick, and I can feel my lower belly swelling with excess gas damn near constantly. It all feels so fucking gross.
Oh wow. My farts actually smell like fucking sulfur now - they're warm and decently loud, too, not just potent sbds.
I need to write something based on this. Someone being so sick and weak that they just can't help themselves. It literally stinks, but with how loopy they are it's a gamble as to whether or not they'll even react.
Not enough talk about how having a bad cold can wreck your digestive system to hell. I'm both too hungry and too sick, and I can feel my lower belly swelling with excess gas damn near constantly. It all feels so fucking gross.
Someone curled on their bed, hugging a pillow into their belly bc it just wonât calm down. Itâs not just something in their stomach, resolved with a few burps or hours, nor something that gets taken care of with a bit of toilet camping. Everything is just moving slow and upsetting their guts, complaining awfully even though they didnât eat anything to have it in knots like that.
Someone coming in and taking pity on them, hands rubbing their upset tummy even when the other person complains about the pressure at first. Squirming a bit when fingers press a bit too deep and let loose a flusteringly loud series of burbles and groans.
Their belly being so tight and crampy, and fitting very nicely in the helperâs hand bc of how heavy and full it is. How it gets louder and more active as their massage eases digestion and coaxes it to move.
Sick person having a few burps or farts worked out and being so embarrassed, even when the helper shushes them and tells them itâs nothing to be self conscious about. How their belly gets less tight, even though theyâd been trying to make it behave this whole time to no avail! How self conscious they are whenever they feel the bed or their pants get warm when more is coaxed out of them, even when the helper doesnât acknowledge it at all.
Maybe the massage helps a bit too much, and they have to scramble up and to the bathroom. Maybe they donât scamper off right away, and are only convinced after a few too many uncomfortable groans and near accidents (because, really, itâs the best their tummy has felt all day, and theyâre not too keen on losing helperâs touch).
Maybe helper and them are in an established relationship, just working past those little embarrassments. Maybe itâs build up with two mutual piners, intensified by the vulnerability of the situation and being forced to lower guards. Maybe theyâre not romantically involved at all, and helper is truly just interested in making someone they care for feel better, embarrassment be damned.
Mmmm I LOVE someone trying to hide their tummy being in knots. Give me someone serious, maybe a little prissy, with a full schedule of meetings or something. They ate something that isnât agreeing with them for breakfast, but heaven forbid they falter because of a few cramps. But⌠ah, itâs just a little bloat. Itâs just a little gas. They only need to press a hand against their belly between clients, but theyâre definitely fine. But then the cramps get worse, their tummy gets tight and a bit bubbly, and suddenly theyâre having to grip the edge of their desk like their life depends on it. They can feel their belly getting tighter, feel the cramps getting more insistent. The upset slowly feels a bit heavier, and their tummy grows queasier and less content to be ignored.
Give me someone so unwilling to concede a little composure that they wait until they have to let go of it all just because of a bloated belly and bad breakfast.
oh honey, let me see that belly... @pinkdigestive - Tumblr Blog | Tumgag
