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What do I have to do to get a cute gassy boy to wind up all night?
Rubbing his bloated belly, trying to tease out his burps. I can't help but coo at his flustered blushing, hiccuped apologies and begging me to stop. My insistent massages reward us both with a massive wet belch to the face, and now he's moaning with relief and relaxing into my touches. He reclines back into a more comfortable position and letting me keep working his taut gut, mumbling and blushing about how gross and sorry he is before a sloppy, foul-smelling fart blasts out of him.
It's obnoxiously loud and blows his little skirt up, wafting the stench towards us. I can't help but greedily sniff it and tell him he's soooooo good to get that out, he must be feeling so much better now! And his cute little face crinkles as he gets a whiff of his own fumes, blushing deeper and pushing out an even longer blubbering one from his rear.
He's so bashful, always pretending he hates it, but the way his nose flares at the thick putrid air tells me otherwise. Through his groans of relief, he keeps hiccuping, trying to stifle his burps with his fist, trying to conceal his secret sniffs. He's an undone mess, knowing cute boys like him shouldn't love his own gross smells - and quietly loving a partner pampering him, coaxing out all that gas.
Now we're both sitting in a cloud of his own thick stench. He's belching freely, head thrown back and letting me kiss him as he puffs his stinky burps into my face.
And now he can't stop drilling dangerously wet farts into his not so white panties, there's no stopping him once he's started 💚💦
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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...
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Keep thinking about a cute gamer boy with cat earphones, dressed adorably in pink. Maybe he's wearing a sweater and sweatpants- casually comfy, or a cute little night dress that barely cover his tiny lace panties! Whatever he feels like.
He's locked into his game, face scrunching as he's stuck on a level. Every hit from the boss sends his controller shamelessly vibrating against his crotch - it's almost like he's dying on purpose!? But with every rumble between his legs, he feels his muscles tense, a tingling he can't deny and something else...
He had been gorging himself all day on takeout. His desk was strewn with the remains of greasy burger wrappers, monstrous animal frys, trays of mac and cheese, and milkshake cups. It had been his treat, gaming all day, and his favourite food. But now, all the grease and dairy were starting to churn in his stomach, bloating his gut till his clothes were straining against it. He's tried wriggling a few times, desperately attempting to find a comfortable position to relieve the pressure, but as his stomach swelled more and more, it was becoming painfully obvious he can't deny something needs to be done about it.
With another death to the boss, his controller whirrs up a storm against his most sensitive parts. He reclines back, propping his feet up on the desk and pulling up his top/dress to allow his belly to expand freely. A waft of his muggy balls drifted up, they had been growing sweaty against his leather gaming chair all day, it was about time he aired them out. Without even thinking, he gave them a small scratch, feeling the swampy mess they were marinating in behind his panties, before giving his fingers a quick whiff.
The distinct blush that had spread across his face was cut short by a sharp pain. Something churned in his gut and demanded attention.
An absentminded hand digs into the swollen mass, massaging the tender, gurgling mess he made. Our gamer boy had gorged himself so thoroughly he couldn't even see his panties beneath his belly. And as his fingers dug deeper into the taut gut, he was greeted with an ominous rumble, and then...
Pbbfffttt...fftt..pBBFFFBTTtt!
Sharp, hot and spicy.
His hole fluttered open, desperately trying to relieve some of the mounting pressure inside of him. He groaned deeply, feeling the tension ease immediately, he bared down harder.
PPFFTTBBBTTTRRRRFFffffuuppp!!!
A strong gust blew out of him, sending a sour wave of putrid gas wafting from between his legs. He sniffed deeply, feeling himself harden at the noxious cloud he just created. How someone as cute as him could create a smell so vile. He dropped the controller onto his seat, he could feel it still vibrating where he was stuck in a death loop to the boss, but he didn't care. He needed both hands for this.
His fingers splayed as both palms firmly dug into his gut. He was rewarded with a deep gurgle that sent his heart fluttering. There was something big trapped inside of him, very big, and it needed to come out - now.
uuUrpp...Bwuuropp...URP!
Jiggling his tight gut as much as he could, he dislodged a couple rogue burps, not bothering to use his fist to cover them. He could feel the warmth of them against his face and God did they STINK! He blew another breath, almost tempted to fan them away but he was interrupted by a sharp drop in his stomach.
He crumpled further into his slouch, suddenly pushing hard as pressure pushed against his puckered hole. ffffFpptt...
Airy and tight, he struggled to push out the massive bubble of gas stuck behind his sore hole. But then- vbbbttt.. VVBBBTTT!!! His controller vibrated again, right against his ass. He ceased up, blushing deeply as the sensation sent a fresh wave of tingling pressure through his crotch and then.. VVVBBTTT-VVVBB - PBBFFFTTT!!!
The vibrations coaxed out a wave of burbling gas, deep and bassy. The foul odour of milk, cheese, and something greasy puffed against the controller. He whinced, disgusted to defile his favourite custom controller like this- but... it felt so good. Reaching down, he pressed it harder against his tight hole, feeling ot vibrate louder- harder. VvvVVVBBTT- PFFFFTT- VVvvvUBBT- BBRRRPPPFFFTTT- PPFFTTBLUUTTT- FTTTP!!!!!
The sudden shockwave of violent vibrations sent his hole blubbering open. The thundering sound was defeaning, his eyes rolled back as he felt his stomach deflate beneath his palm. And then the smell hit him again, a fresh assault of hot eggy stench, filling his gaming room in a cloud of green.
He was breathless, his legs shook with the force of the gas, his hole winking open and closed with the last airy puffs. Breathing a sigh of relief, he dared to lift up his controller- no damage... but...
He lifted it to his nose and took a whiff.
A sour, sharp stench smacked the back of his throat immediately and would have made him wretch if it wasn't so addictive. Sneaking a few extra sniffs- just to make sure. Before discarding it on his desk and sitting up. He was empty.
bBBWWORRUUURRRPPP - URPP!!!
He thumped his chest with a fist, dislodging the final bubble in his chest.
❗️❗️This post contains: Eating to induce gas (mild inflation), bloating, farting on things. fart intox
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Your FC being sooooo fart obsessed that they literally do anything so they can huff it. They start their morning by shoving a rag/cloth between their cheeks, till it's snuggly against their hole, then pull up their underwear. Everytime they feel the urge to fart they bend their knees and gladly push one out, knowing they're stinking up their fart rag good, saturating it in their hot stench for them to enjoy later.
Cutting through the sizzle of cooking breakfast, FC keeps straining to push out the rest of their bubbly morning gas. It had been sitting in their gut all night, it stunk of cabbage. FC can hardly focus on their cooking as they feel their hole flutter open and weakly puff out another fart into the rag. They rub their deflated gut knowing this won't do!
Forcing down a hearty plate of eggs, beans and a protein shake, they feel their stomach roar to life again, inflating by the second, they can't help but place a hand on their expanding midriff. They already know the havoc they're about to rip and their crotch throbs with the thought of it!
They had the day off, which meant lounging around, eating, watching TV and edging to their own farts allllll day!
Tentatively getting up from the dinning table, their gut already straining against their waistband, they shuffle carefully to the sofa. Without meaning to the odd hiss of gas escapes them, only hinting of what's to come, before flopping down on the sofa. FC spreads their legs to accommodate their brewing gut and as soon as they do, their asshole roars to life with a blaringly loud and stinky bubble. Even with the rag between their cheeks, FC catches a whiff and eagerly begins sniffing, fanning a hand between their legs to get as much possible to their nose. Their crotch was practically dripping and throbbing with anticipation, desperately wanting to take the rag out now- but no... they must wait.
FC digs their hands into their bloated gut, they can't enjoy their fart rag until all this bloating is gone. But the more they push the more they realise their gut has other plans... the next one won't come.
Annoyed, FC reluctantly gives up pushing and decides to pop the TV on, keeping the volume low so they can hear the ominous gurgles and blobbing as their gut works overtime. Not even ten minutes pass till a familiar pressure decends down their colon, pressing hot and urgent to their hole. Eagerly, FC pauses the TV to hear this brewing fart better, pulling their legs to their chest, fingers carefully pulling their cheeks apart till their hole flares. A violently loud fart blows out of them, airy and sharp but pungently hot and stinking of the eggs they just ate. FC breathes a sigh of relief, moaning a little as their asshole continues to hiss endlessly into the rag. Their stomach deflating to half the size in one single fart. The room stunk like skunk spray, FC could swear a green cloud hung heavy around the room, the thought had their hand drifting between their legs for a moment, brushing over their eager sex, before dropping to cup the bulge of the rag between their cheeks. It was hot to the touch, and FC knew they'd never want to wash this thing, it was already heavy with their putrid stink, but FC knew there was more.
Their stomach let out another ominous gurgle, feeling the gas ripple through them, sinking lower and lower. FC kept their hands on the rag this time, pressing it right against their asshole, knowing this was going to be the big one!
Taking a deep breath in, they bore down with all their might, till their hole spluttered open again, blowing a burning stream of powerful bubbles that vibrated against FC's hand till they were sure it was so saturated with their own funk no amount of soap could wash it off. But it didnt stop, every time FC thought the gas was finished, they'd moan and gasp for breath and feel more slip out, they didn’t even need to push anymore as it rumbled against their hand with ease. Their eyes went wide, eagerly watching their stomach return to its regular flat state. And just as the final pathetic bubbling fart ripped out of them, they dove into their underwear, pulling the rag eagerly to their nose and inhaled deeply.
Loudly huffing and groaning into the steaming rag, feeling their nose hairs be singed with the powerful odor. Their mind goes blank as all they can think about is farts, farts, farts! In the hazy bliss of sniffing every inch of the rag, they hadn't even noticed their body convulse as they finish, soaking their underwear in more than just ass sweat.
They dip in and out of their drunken high, mind going heavy and blank before coming to again- rag still pressed into their face, still desperately huffing. Their asshole still hissed a lazy stream of airy farts...and it was looking like it was time to make lunch!
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My boys Aiden (dark hair-23- he/him) and Ethan (blonde hair-25-he/him).
This scenario lives rent-free in my head, I had to draw them. This is my first eprocto art in years... I got kink shy and stopped drawing... we're trying again 😶 Hope you folks like them! 💜
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M/M OCs: Aiden [he/him] and Ethan [he/him]
Part 1 ???
"Ethan! Can you come in here for a moment?" Aiden whined from his bedroom - which had become a glorified dressing room since they started dating and sharing the master bedroom.
Ethan sighed, yanking off his headset and tossing his controller down, making his way to his boyfriend begrudgingly - he was so close to clearing that dungeon.
Inside, Aiden stood in the centre of the room, twirling in the mirror and admiring a purple sun dress. He noticed Ethan leaning in the doorway and his face crumpled. "What do you think? Do you think it'll do for our date tonight?"
Ethan's gaze dragged down his petite boyfriends body, he was taller than him- especially with the heels, but his thin frame and dainty hands and feet added to his feminine allure. And dresses always suited him best. Ethan nodded in approval, smirking, "perfect. Do you want me to coordinate or something? Purple hat? A cane?"
"Don't be a dick." There was bite to Aiden's words, but Ethan could see the quirk in the corner of his mouth as he finished applying his lipstick. But then his brow twitched, his breath hitching and he turned away from Ethan.
Ethan pushed off the door and stepped forward, "hey? What's wrong?" But Aiden frantically waved him off. "Nothing, nothing. Lunch just isn't sitting right with me." Ethan wasnt exactly surprised. Aiden was famished, downed 4 double bean burritos with sour cream (completely dismissing Ethan's concerns for his lactose intolerance), but now he could see Aiden's splayed hand cover his stomach, clearly regretting his decision.
Ethan slunk up behind his boyfriend, hands snaking around his waist to rub his clearly bloated stomach. It was taut and straining against the tight fabric and Ethan could feel the ominous gurgle of the heavy bean burrito, bloating up his boyfriend. "Want to take the dress off? It might help?"
Aiden panted, shaking his head stubbornly. "No no, i just got ready and it'll mess up my hair!" He had begun to pant slightly as a loud BLORRP~ grumbled from his gut.
"Ooo...ow ow..." Aiden bit his lip, eyes squeezed shut as he slightly bent over, Ethan could feel his boyfriends plump rear rut up against his crotch he tried not to focus on how nice it felt. "I don't think we can go to dinner like this babes..."
"You just want to get back to your gaming than doing something nice with me."
Ethan shrugged at the accusation, not exactly wrong, but date night with pizza on the sofa sounded nicer than some uptight restaurant he had to dress up for.
Bwooorrpppp- gurrppp....
Aiden's stomach had swelled impossibly large against his dress, both his and Ethan's hands were pressed into the taut, grumbling flesh, as if trying to compress it back down. His eyes were squeezed shut, brow knitted in discomfort. Ethan hated to see his pretty boyfriend struggle so much. 'Here..." He whispered, "let me help you."
Before Aiden could protest, Ethan pressed his palm down firmly, searching for the tightest spot that bubbled and gurgled beneath his fingers. And then dug in.
BBLuuRPpp- BWWWORBbbb...
His stomach growled angrily back and Aiden whinced, gasping and gripping Ethan's wrists in a weak attempt to stop him. "Wait- I uRRpp. Don't do- thA-AURPppp BURP-"
Aiden frantically tried to protest, but thick bubbles caught in his throat and forced their way out, filling the space between them with a think bean and sour cream stench. He tried to catch his breath, but Ethan wasn't planning on stopping till his boyfriend was comfortable. If he had left him, he'd have suffered all night out of pride, too stubborn to even try to relieve himself, just to prove himself right. This had to be done.
BWURRPP URR- ah fucUKK BWORUUUPppp
Louder, more monstrous burps were now forcing their way out, and Aiden couldn't stop them. Ethan would be lying if he said his cock wasn't twitching at the wet sounds, the thick stink between them and his boyfriend wriggling and pressed tightly against him. Nothing drove Ethan more wild than his pretty dainty man completely undone, gross and relieving himself right in front of him. It was an intimacy and a naughty feeling that couldn't be beat.
HUURRPP Bworp- E-ThuURRPp- Ethan-URP!
Ethan ignored him, continuing to dig his fingers into the taut mass beneath his palm. The top had given way, become soft and squishy again under his fingers, but... lower ... it was tighter, grumbled louder, and Aiden wriggled more fiercely against his minstrations when his hand wondered.
There.
"Don't you dar-URP BwORP!'
Ethan pressed firmly against his belly he felt it burble and churn. A loud bubble and groan emanated from low down... very low. Aiden's eyes went wide as Ethan shoved his palm against him.
pffBUURRPPBTTTT- BBTTT FFURPT!!!
A violent, hot, bubbling fart blasted from his hole. Aiden buckled over and Ethan could feel the force of his gas vibrate against his cock. Yup...definitely hard now.
BUBPPPFFURRTTTT FFPPPUBBTT- BBBTRRPP!!!
Sharp and obnoxiously loud. Ethan swore he could feel his boyfriends hole puff open as it pressed against his bulge. The smell finally wafted from the space between them, a hot, eye watering stench that stunk of beans, eggs, and sour cream.
BBPPPUURBBBBB FFFTTPP BWOORPPPPP!!!
FfffFFURRPPPTT- BWURRBBBPPPpppp!!!
Luckily, Aiden was fully bent over, having given up his pride- emptying his bowels of his rancid gas, unable to see- or hear - Ethan's deep sniffs. It was vile, but intoxicating. How such a pretty man like Aiden could produce such a vile stench. Even in his dress, makeup and hair done- he still farted like a man. Loud, stinky and endless.
Aiden's dark hair had fallen over his face, but Ethan could hear him panting as the last of his bellowing farts bubbled out of him. Just from the heavy smell alone, Ethan knew how hot and sweaty his hole must be behind his lace panties, and would bet on a clear wet stain where his hole was pressed against his trousers. He felt himself twitch at the thought as Aiden straightened himself slowly. Sighing, breathless, head lulling back to rest on Ethan's shoulder.
"Fuck me- "
Ethan snorted, hands softly rubbing his softer gut, admiring his work at emptying out his boyfriend. The dress fit a little better now, and a blissful look washed over Aiden's face. He pecked a kiss to his cheek.
"Told you those burritos were a mistake. But.... I'm not complaining" Ethan took one last sniff of the lingering farts, he could swear the mirror and window had fogged up, but he wasn't about to vent the room.
Aiden spun on his toes to embrace Ethan, arms slipping over his chest and shoulders, catching his breath. "You are the worst." But there was no malice in his words, instead he leaned in, pressing a sloppy, sleepy kiss to Ethan's mouth. He greedily took it down before he heard- then felt something bubble against his mouth.
"Bwurrpp...urp... excuse me."
Ethan's blush deepened, pressing his nose to his boyfriends parted mouth and taking a whiff.
He then lightly spanked Aiden's rear. "Right. Dinner? Since you're all empty now."
Aiden looked a little sheepish, "maybe I should change my dress. I think this one needs more than perfume to fix it."
Ethan pulled off of him, suddenly remembering he had a game on in the other room. "If that will make you more comfortable, go for it. Let me know when you're ready."
He had barely made it to the door before Aiden called his name. Ethan turned to face him one more time, watching Aiden spin on his heels, sticking his rear out, bearing down with a grunt.
