#flatulence

[princessbubblesfarts]

I post daily on OF so I don’t post as much here… but omfg I just ripped this one and had to share lol

This is the kind of content you’ll get on my OF every day🤭

Was it a good one? 🥹

[sorbitolvictim]

that was so loud! .////.”

[gatzilksis-2]

Dylan

Reunion & reliving old dynamics

18+

The man of my dreams, the object of my fantasy, the President of my spank bank.

He stands in front of me, looking similar to the version of him in my head, yet also very different.

His light brown hair is cut in a shaggy style, longer than the buzz cut he frequented in high school. Where at first only a few whiskers grew, there is now a beard, not wild but neat.

His body is entirely different, half of him gone. Dylan was 270 back in senior year. Now, he's probably around 200, his extra weight hardened into bulk. He isn't grossly musculed, a healthy balance between fat and muscular.

I can't check to see if he still has a big, wide ass.

Looking at him, in the darkened cafeteria dressed up like a school dance, I'm propelled back to those difficult, cringe teenage days.

The root of my obsession with Dylan was my first secret obsession: flatulence. I've heard and smelled Dylan's farts more times than I can count.

He was one of the popular guys, and his personality changed depending on who was around him. Only one thing never changed about him, though: his tendency to fart anywhere and everywhere, no matter who was around.

My favorite is the time he kept farting in the locker room after gym class, so bad it made my stomach turn. It was incredible, a physical presence in my nose and lungs...

The other great one is the night of our graduation campout. I'd hung out with him and the popular guys, passing around a J in a small tent. Dylan kept farting, until everyone left the tent but me and him.

Unfortunately, nothing happened but more farts. I loved his farts, though. I love all farts from attractive men.

I wonder why he's approached me. We were never really close, only hung out and had conversations a few times. We had plenty of classes together, but that was it.

"Hey, Adam." Dylan shakes my hand and pulls me in to put his other arm around me, a bro hug. "Haven't seen you since school. You missed the last reunion."

I hadn't been in a good enough place to go to my 10 year reunion, so I made sure to go to this one, the 15th. I didn't have many close friends in my graduating class, most older or younger.

"Nice to see you, Dylan." It is, even though he was treating me like we were best friends. I spot several of his popular guy friends in the crowd; why is he choosing to talk to me? "You look really good."

I try not to come across too gay or flirty. He squeezes the back of my neck with a wide, calloused hand, and I fight not to shiver. "Yeah, you too. Uh, you smoke? I could use some fresh air, if you wanna come with."

I can't believe he's asking me to hang out with him, but I stay calm and cool. "Yeah, sure. Lead the way."

"Awesome." Dylan turns to start getting through throngs of our former classmates. My eyes drop to his ass as I follow. It's not as big as it had been back then, but it's still bigger than the asses of most men. I've always wanted to squeeze it as he farted on my hands.

We leave the cafeteria, entering the corridor between it and the gym. The ceiling is high, with a skylight, making all sounds echo.

"Oh, I tried to wait but..." Dylan stops and directs me to his side instead of behind him, his warm hands on my arms. He rips a deep, growling, rolling fart that echoes back at us.

The smell is noxious, incredible, just as eggy and skunky as I remember, except turned up to a new high intensity.

"Well, some things haven't changed." I chuckle as I continue walking forward, pushing an outside door open.

"I did fart a lot in school, didn't I?" He smirks and lets a quiet, dark laugh. Dylan trails me into the open air.

I already miss the smell of his fart. We each light a cigarette and blow out smoke. Dylan glances at me, then holds his breath and bends his knees. A fart of bubbly, loud, powerful gas tears out of him for seven seconds. The sound is so satisfying, the smell hanging thickly even in the open air.

"Ah!" Dylan sighs and hits his cigarette. "Yeah, I guess I still kinda fart a lot."

"No judgment here," I say. His fart lingers. I love it. "Can I ask, though, why me? We weren't really the closest."

Dylan's eyes meet mine. A short fart falls out of him, possibly one of nerves. "Because for years, I've barely thought about high school, except for you. We had so many classes together, and I don't remember you ever complaining about my farts..."

[watcher201109]

You know what's funny? I don't watch Mukbang content, but I'd be full-face lying if I told you that my mind hasn't done it's conjuring.

Lying in a Q&A video to her fans that she won't hire an editor because she 'enjoys the process' and not because she'd rather die than have someone else slave away combing through hours of footage to cut her various gaseous expulsions that ring out during a recording session.

Sheepishly checking up the package tracking of several sound absorbing panels for her walls after her Wendy's family-sized chili bucket and baconators story time session had her relentlessly barking out of both ends so much, it caused her apartment neighbors to ask if she could quiet her dogs down(She doesn't have pets).

Investing in some thick rugs under her table and chair so she when she's straight-facing a long, quiet rumbler it won't visibly ripple whatever drink she has in a glass.

Investing in a large standing desk to eat off of so she can raise it just enough between cuts to subtly unbutton or loosen her pants mid-recording, and getting a stream deck so she can mute mics if and when she's got big ones she needs to rip/can't hold back.

Forgetting to prerecord an ad read and having to do it mid recording, wiping the ring of Buldak ramen broth off her lips and having to retry takes because she keeps cutting herself off with long gurgly belches or cheek trembling toots. She manages to wield it back and get a good take in, hitting the clip button just in time before she winces and ripples a long, bubbly one up the back of her seat.

Shaking hands after signing a long term sponsor deal, internally dancing off the walls when she sees that the big wigs use the elevator closest to them and not the one she took... squeezing in a review of local café an hour before on an anxious tummy did her no favors farting up the small metal space. At least she got, well, most of it out before she hit the meeting room floor.

Keeping the center console of her car stocked with sprays and air fresheners for her car reviews, she forgot to do so last time and reviewing the new Dave's Hot Chicken Hot Mozz left her visibly fogging up her windows with her gas before having to roll them down and drive home in her smog.

Bonus if they're into it, and makes compilations of their gas for an audience behind a paywall.

[lordsol97]

Reblog with a girl you’d know for a fact would rip ass like a boar in front of friends

[giantess2021]

If you don't like to hear women farting....not even the tiny farts....don't press play 😶

Me after eating:

[crispylive]

Ah, now that's a good ol' jock fart! Harmon here is about to stink up the locker room with his manly ass gas! He seems like the kind of jock who would fart on his teammates for kicks!

Episode: "There's Only One Second Best"

[punk-0999]

Tummy was bloated and tight, got a little relief 😮‍💨😮‍💨