First date stomach troubles!! (gassy femsub story)
Imagine you’re on a first date with a cute girl. You two have been talking for a couple of weeks and decided to take the next step in your relationship. You plan to go to a restaurant and a movie afterwards, deciding to watch an action movie you both wanted to see.
You pick her up, she’s wearing that cute dress she knows you like, it shows off her figure more. You make glances at her as you two talk in the car while you drive, noticing how she’s rubbing her stomach. She’s told you she has stomach issues, but you never thought much of it.
You arrive at the restaurant, nothing too fancy. You two sit down and have a nice conversation. You order a burger and fries while she ordered a chicken Alfredo with extra sauce. You question her, but she says she couldn’t help herself. Halfway through the meal you can see she’s beginning to struggle, but she insists that she’s alright. Though, her constant belly rubbing tells you otherwise.
You pay for the meal, since you can and want to treat her, before leaving to go to the movie theatre. It’s only down the street, so you decide to walk. You take her hand in yours as you walk, glancing down to notice her stomach beginning to bloat against the dress. You’re really glad she picked your favorite dress. You can tell by the look on her face she’s trying so hard to hold back and suffering for it. You give her a slight squeeze on her hand, making her give you a nervous smile. During the walk you can hear her letting out small farts that she hopes to god you don’t hear. You don’t let her know that you have great hearing.
You make it to the movie theatre, she’s squirming more than she was before. She quickly states she’s going to the restroom before shuffling off. Leaving a few silent bombs behind her. You happily pay for both of your tickets and popcorn, getting her favorite soda as well. When she comes back out she looks much more relived, but you can still see how bloated she is.
You go into your designated theater and sit in the middle, some of the best seats. The theater begins to fill with more and more people until the theater is almost full. The movie starts and you both begin stuffing your faces with popcorn. On top of that, she begins drinking her soda. In no time she begins squirming in her seat as her stomach bloats even more. She attempts to relive the gas a bit by burping quietly into her fist, but it’s no use.
Every time a loud scene comes on the screen she lets a big bassy one rip into the leather cushion. It muffles the sound, but god does it reek. She blushes of embarrassment as others around her complain about the smell, while you stroke her thigh and watch the movie with a smile. Secretly inhaling her gas.
Whenever a silent scene plays that’s when she has to fart the most. Out of the corner of your eye you watch her bite her lip and close her legs to contain her gas. Though at one of the scenes one accidentally slips out of her, wet and bubbly against the seat. She gasps and covers her mouth in embarrassment while you quietly chuckle and comfort her.
The best part is that she keeps eating the popcorn and drinking her soda, cause how could she not? You paid for them, she’d feel bad if they went to waste. You also keep offering her some, cause you feel like she just hasn’t eaten enough.
When the credits begin to roll she begs you to not stay for the end-credits scene, but you insist that you have to. So she waits with you, her squirming becoming worse as she whimpers quietly. It’s like music to your ears. After the end-credits scene, which was totally worth it, she gets up quickly and leaves the theater. Making you trail behind as she takes another bathroom break before leaving.
You decide to wait for her outside, which doesn’t take as long as you thought it would. She comes out, looking disappointed and still bloated. You ask what’s wrong but she says it’s not important. You then ask if she wants to go back to your place. She bites her lip, debating in her mind on if she should say no. Ultimately she says yes because she wants to spend more time with you.
In the car she warns you about her stomach issues again, saying they’re flaring up. You’re tempted to tease her about it, but decide to comfort her instead. You tell her that it’s okay if she needs to release any gas, you won’t judge. She looks relieved at your words and thanks you as you drive back to your place.
You continue to talk with your hand on her thigh as you drive. She looks out the window the whole time as she rubs her stomach. You go to say something but are interrupted by a deep, bubbly rumbling in the passenger seat. She blushes and hides her face, squeaking out a small apology as you give her a lighthearted laugh. You rub and squeeze her thigh in comfort, continuing to talk like nothing happened.
This happens a few more times, each one becoming longer and bassier than the last. She even moans softly when one of them comes out. Each time she apologies and offers to roll down the window, but you tell her it’s fine. You don’t mind the smell at all.
You drive into your driveway and park the car, lingering in the car for a moment to watch her exit. But as she getting out, another wet and juicy one rips from her ass, lifting up her skirt a little. And you have front row seats to the private viewing. You instinctively inhale the smell before quickly leaving to not rouse any suspicion. You are so glad you lingered.
Once inside the house you decide to cuddle on the couch side by side while watching a show neither of you care about. You have an arm over her shoulder as she leans onto you, still rubbing her stomach. As she grows more comfortable, she begins releasing deep rumbling belches. She quickly fans them away as she apologizes. You reward her with a kiss on the head, which she can’t help but smile at. Each time she lets out a wretched burp or room clearing fart you give her a kiss. Instead of whispering soft apologies she begins giggling and letting out soft moans.
For a moment the gas stops as she starts to whimper and squirm softly. You ask if she’s okay and she says that there’s a hard one to push out. You offer to help and she looks at you confused, but you ask her to trust you. She nods, allowing you to move her into a more comfortable position.
You lay her down on the couch while laying behind her, her back pressed up against your chest as her ass rubs against your crouch. You then place your hand on her bloated stomach, beginning to massage gently. She moans as her face turns bright red, whimpering as she instinctively presses up against you. You can feel her stomach grumble underneath your working fingers, the gas pressing up against her poor belly. She tries to say a quick warning before your fingers press against the right spot as it sends a hot, rumbling fart right against you. You feel the vibrations against your crotch and you can’t help but get turned on.
She says she’s sorry and tries to move away, but you keep her there. You plant kisses on her neck and shoulder as you continue to press down on her bloated stomach. She moans and whimpers, squirming every once in a while as bassy and wet farts escape her ass while deep guttural bleaches erupt from her mouth. With the magic of your hands, her gas rings out freely.
The rest of the night is full of soft kisses and large bubbles of gas. It takes over an hour to get her bloating to calm down, letting her finally relax. She turns over and kisses you as a thank you. You invite her to spend the night, since it’s already late. She agrees, the both of you getting ready to sleep and sharing your bed for the night. As you hold her in your arms, you begin to drift off to sleep…
That is, until she begins ripping major ass whiling dreaming about you <3
