Disaster Artists

 

 

 

 

 

 

Felix M., 32, sanitation engineer, heard the ladies room door handle rattled and hinges burst inward. He checked his watch. Punctuality was a beautiful thing.

The dying fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. High heels clicked as she crossed the polished linoleum. Her purse swinging, a frantic, desperate heat in every action. She tried each stall, ignoring the urgent 'Out of Order' signs. Felix flinched as the silhouette passed his hiding place.

Who was it? The unsuspecting dame who had stumbled into his trap. 'The Royal Arms' was a dive, but DJ Turo was performing and that attracted a certain clientele. The bass thumped through the soles of his Bertulli lifts all night. The music had hit a lull now. He suspected the crowd had all escaped to their after's. Maybe a bottle girl, or a desperate sloppy-drunk straggler, or a lost coed out on a girl's night? 

 The beauty in the black dress was fighting the inevitable. No amount of glamour, or shots of liquid courage could hide what was inside. She'd made it this far. She'd almost won. But then, a terrible, stupid catastrophe occurred. The handle of the last stall-- his stall --rattled but held. 

"Fuck!"

She pounded the door with desperate fists, raged against it like a bull trapped in a pen. The lock didn't budge. The only thing not worthless in the entire dumpy B- establishment was the thin metal latch standing between her and salvation.  

The curses, the frustrated growls, the pants and sighs. The man with the key heard it all, every frantic step making his arousal spike. His legs cramped from hovering above the liner-covered seat for so long. He drummed his heels, trying to keep as little contact with the used space as possible. 

A sharp grunt cut through the bathroom's hum. Felix leaned closer, his anticipation tightening. She'd come back to his stall. Her steps slowing as a fart fired out of her. 

Felix fumbled for the gloves in his pocket. He stood to slide the latch to open - thump! - the door resisted. 

Through the narrow gap he locked gaze with a smoky cat eye. What was she doing? He tried again but a firm push denied him. Her arms were braced against the stall.  Felix could only imagine what was happening on the other side:

Her resistance faltered, collapsed under the pressure, and ended in a futile pouty stomp. 

"Ungh..." Her husky groan. The sound of her relief nearly drove him to the edge. Loud, sloppy, and undeniably messy. 

The air was thick with alcohol and the sharp tang of the restroom, but when a fetid stench surfaced above it all, he knew she'd finished up.

She came down hard, taking heavy, dragging breaths as she stumbled away. 

He froze, caught in the pulsing silence, until her voice cut through: "Having fun in there?"

When Felix exited the stall, Genevieve L., 27, fashion designer, had dragged herself over to the sink and watched herself bend over the countertop. Her purse had slipped off her shoulder and dangled in the ditch of her elbow. She leaned close to the grimy wall-to-wall mirror, tongue swirling over her plump lips, gazing deep into her dark reflection.

He whistled at the view.

Her curves spilled out of her strapless handmade dress. Every step was a fascinating juggling act to stay modest. The absurd neckline sat at the tops of her hardened nipples. She adjusted. The movement lifted the hem in the back where it crept up over the misshapen bulge in her ruined black lace panties. The bikini-style bottoms provided full coverage but some of the mess had leaked around the cuff of her right buttock and left evidence on the floor. It would be helluva clean up.  

"Mm. Felix, mon amour, look at the mess you made of me." That accent. Felix had seen a lot of imports in New York yet Genevieve still managed to stand out.

That was where they differed the most. Felix was a private man. Genevieve loved to be seen. At least tonight, at least for now, they were safe to enjoy each other in private. He took his time exploring her. It was his attention to detail which drew them together from across an ocean, that and they shared an appetite as dirty as the Seine.

Felix scrambled to get his sweaty fingers into his gloves. There were a few steps between them, they stretched to miles. He always got like this in the moments that mattered.

At the sound of the latex snap, Genevieve sucked her teeth. "Non," she said, eying him in the mirror. "You want to touch me, you touch me."

He hesitated. Her look sharpened to contempt. Only after he stripped the gloves off did she offer herself again. 

He was breathless by the time he reached her. Leaning over the counter, legs parting in deliberate invitation. She performed a slow, hypnotic sway of her hips. He spanked her just to see it again. "Better?" The trembling had stopped.

He pinched her panties at the waistband where it dug into her side. Felix's hand lingered there, teasing the fabric higher. Be a waste to just dump it. 

Genevieve's whip-thin eyebrow raised. "Oh!" 

In one decisive move, Felix jerked the waistband up over her tailbone. The contents squished against her ample cheeks, spreading through the thin material.

 No one thought of large, rough hands like his when they used the phrase 'gentle caresses'. But if she objected, she did so in soft moans, rolling her hips, grinding against the counter's edge. 

Felix's hand slid upward. Her breasts were bare again, soft and full. He was always amazed by her creations. The dress practically removed itself. 

"Amour," She suddenly twisted in his arms. Her gaze caught his, heavy-lidded and intrigued.

Her dark hair fell over him as she bent her neck, drew him into a kiss, biting at his lip as she pulled away. She equaled him in flats. Standing tall in six-inch heels, Genevieve lay her hands over his shoulders and pressed him down. She drove him lower, lower, and lower until he was kneeling on the freshly mopped tile floor. 

She threaded a hand through his hair, rocking him closer to her dirty, dripping sex. "Time to work."

A FARTING STORY

 

 

 

 

 

[This story contains forced fart torture and no sex. All characters are 18+]

The worst experience of my life began on my first day of university. I'd been settling into a student flat with my roommate Kim, a pale Goth with long black hair that nearly reached her waist. We knew each other from college, and while we'd had disagreements in the past, I thought she'd managed to bury the hatchet.

I'd always been one of the popular girls at school. When Kim transferred to our sixth form, she was kind of the opposite. She was alternative, chubby, and a little bit dorky. As a result she got bullied constantly, and I'm ashamed to say I was one of the main offenders. It started as normal stuff - making jokes about her weight, gossiping, that sort of thing - but by the end of the year it had evolved into something much worse.

You see, Kim had a gas problem. She always said it was a medical condition, but even if it was, she never hesitated to let rip at every opportunity. What made it unbearable was that her farts were absolutely fucking vile; room-clearingly, eye-wateringly rancid. It got to the point that bullying her felt like a public service. She stopped farting so much, but the damage was done. For the rest of the year, we knew her only as Fartface.

Was it childish? No shit! But you try telling that to a bunch of eighteen and nineteen year olds who'd gagged their way through those monstrosities. All this ended with a certain incident that made her change schools right in the middle of her A levels. But that's a story for another day.

Some time later, I saw online that she was looking at the same university as me. It was miles away from anyone we knew, and there was no way either of us could make the rent alone. We messaged each other and agreed to become roommates and leave the past behind. If I'd known then what I know now, I'd still be running.

Everyone built it up to be this major, life-changing event, but moving into the flat with Kim was pretty uneventful. We unpacked together, me trying to make small talk and her staying mostly quiet. It was late that night the problems started.

I woke up to the sound of my bedroom door squealing open. The room was dark, but I could just make out Kim's pale face peering around the doorframe. She had this look in her eye that somehow carried across the dark room, like a sadistic glint, and even though I was groggy I felt a pang of fear.

The door opened a little more and she squeezed in, creeping quickly but quietly towards my bed. I shook the last dregs of sleep from my mind and called out to her.

"Kim?"

"Surprise!" she grinned. She was at my bedside now, towering over me. I didn't know what she was up to, and frankly, I was too tired to care.

"Did you miss me?" she said. "Or did you just miss this?"

She turned around and bent over slightly, so her massive, jean-clad butt was pressing into my mattress. I wanted to ask what the hell she was doing, but I never got the chance. A meaty fart burst out of her ass.

For a second I was too shocked to do anything. I just stared at her, like a deer caught in the headlights. Then the smell hit.

That first whiff hit me like a punch. I jerked my head backwards, the beefy stink making me gag and stinging my eyes to boot. It was absolutely horrible. I coughed violently, scrambling upright, fighting desperately to escape this rancid hell before I'd have to take another sniff.

"Nope. Nope. You aren't going anywhere." She leaned over the bed and pinned my arms. Her long black nails dug into my wrists.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I wheezed with the last of my air.

She just laughed. "That's a bit rich coming from you, Lauren! God, you should see the look on your face!"

I struggled weakly against her iron grip, kicking madly against the duvet, but there was no way I could shift her. All I could do was lay there with her weight pressing on my arms, waiting for this stupid prank to be over.

My throat burned with the remnants of her gas, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I'd have to inhale again. I gave one last jolt in a final attempt to buck her away.

"God, look at you go!" she laughed again, holding me easily. "Although, I'm not sure this little lesson's sinking in. Any ideas from you?"

"Fuck off," I tried to say, but all that came out was a thin wheeze. Jesus, I really needed air.

"I've got it. Hold on a second!" she said cheerfully. And then - thank God! - she released me.

Once again, I didn't know what Kim was up to. All I cared about in that moment was getting the hell out of this room before I had to breathe again. I scrambled off the bed and got to my feet, but at that moment my body made me take a huge, whooping lungful of oxygen.

That second breath was even worse than the first. Her farts always did have some awful staying power, but knowing that didn't prepare me for the bitter, gut-wrenching taste that seemed to coat my mouth the moment I inhaled. Some bile came up as I staggered drunkenly into the hallway, trying to feel my way to the toilet so I could dry-heave.

"Oh, come on! It's not that bad!" she called as I blundered around in the dark. 'Not that bad?' How could she say that? They were easily the worst things I'd ever smelled. When she'd cut one in class years ago, the poor girl sitting next to her nearly vomited. And now I'd been in the actual firing line.

The hallway light came on, nearly blinding me. Kim was standing there with her hands on her hips and a look of perverse satisfaction on her face.

"Kim," I panted, catching my breath. "Don't you ever do that to me again."

She cocked her head. "Or what?"

"What did you just say?"

"I said, 'Or what?' How are you going to stop me?"

I was so angry I could barely speak. "You... fucking..."

"Actually, I did make one mistake," she grinned. "I shouldn't have kept my jeans on."

Unbelievably, she reached down and began to slide them off. I watched in horror as she pulled them down to reveal a pair of tight black panties stretched above her thick, pale legs. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I only knew I had to run, now, before she came after me and did something even worse.

She might have been strong, but I was fast. I ran back into the bedroom and bolted the door with one hand, using the other to plug my nose and protect it from the lingering stink. She started pulling the handle from the other side. The bolt was a crappy little thing. It wouldn't hold for long.

"Shit!" I shouted, on the verge of tears. My iPhone was on the bedside table. I could try and get help, but who was I supposed to call? What the hell was I meant to say to anyone? My thoughts gibbered away at me, and it was all I could do to keep from screaming.

There was a splintering sound behind me. A guilty glance confirmed my worst fears: Kim was there, wearing only a shirt and panties. Light spilled around her from the hallway. Her legs jiggled slightly as she closed the distance between us.

"Oh my God, you are so fucked," Kim said, crossing the room. For the first time in my life I was cowering, pulling myself onto the bed as if that would protect me. This woman was fucking crazy.

"Please," I said. She planted one of her feet on the bed then climbed onto the mattress, grinning. I could see the sweaty footprint she left on the duvet. "Please, please don't- AACK!"

She'd grabbed me by the throat. She pushed down, forcing me back onto the covers, and in the dim light from the hallway Kim no longer looked like some harmless chubby Goth. She looked like a psychopath.

After a few seconds of struggling, she managed to lift a bare leg over my body and straddle my waist. She beamed down at me with a smile that would have seemed infectious from anyone else, but right here, from her, it made me want to cry. Although the choking remnants of her last fart still lingered in the air, it was fresh compared to what was coming.

"Listen up, Lauren. In a moment I'm going to turn around and force your nose in my ass. If you try anything, I'll pull my panties down too, and you can have a nice whiff of what it smells like down there. Understand?"

What she was saying was so grotesque that I struggled to process it. My heart pounded. My breath came in short, shallow gulps, and I could hear a strange ringing in my ears. A weird thought came to me: This is what Kim felt like that day in college.

"I said, do you understand?"

I nodded. Warm tears trickled down my cheeks. This wasn't happening, it couldn't be happening.

"Good," she purred. There was something disturbing about the way she said it, but I didn't want to focus on that. I didn't want to focus on anything other than getting out of this situation... even if it was clear I couldn't.

Finally, Kim let go of my throat and began to turn around. I didn't try to get away. It wasn't just her threat that scared me - it was her. I was convinced there were no limits to what she would do.

Soon I was staring up at her massive pale ass which was covered only by the pair of tight black panties. She'd always had a big butt, but it was only now I saw how enormous it had grown since college. She brought it closer, wobbling it tauntingly from side to side while giggling in anticipation. My mouth went dry. I felt so sick.

Her knees pressed into my forearms, stopping me from making another escape attempt as her ass hovered above my face. She tensed up and leaned slightly, like she was trying to coax one out.

"Kim! Wait! Please, don't..."

"...Let one rip?" she finished for me. "Okay. I won't, for now."

She relaxed. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief, but my heart was still thumping, and her ass still threateningly close to my head. It can't have been more than a foot away, and those panties barely covered any of it. Even though her gas had mostly dissipated, the smell of her sweaty butt was nearly as bad.

Then, to my horror, she began to descend.

"What-"

"I said I wouldn't fart," she laughed. "I didn't say I'd let you go."

Her ass came down inch by inch, coming steadily closer with me powerless to stop her. The best I could do was use my trapped wrists as leverage to pull my head into the pillow. Kim's ass was all I could see. I cringed as my nose made contact with those worn black panties. Oh, Jesus. There had to be a way out of this, some way of stopping what seemed to be inevitable.

Although my body was frozen, I was thinking more clearly than ever. I had to bargain while I still could, before my face got buried in... that. I opened my mouth, not knowing for sure what I was going to say until the words, "I'll pay you!" came tumbling out.

She stopped her descent not a moment too soon. My nose was wedged halfway up her ass. If she dropped another couple of inches, it would smother me for sure.

"You'll pay me."

"Yeah!"

"That's disgusting."

What? Me, the disgusting one? I was about to scoff in disbelief, but I never got the chance. Because it was at that moment that things really did get disgusting.

Kim dropped her hips, and suddenly I couldn't see anything at all. My face - hell, my entire head - began slipping into her ass like a wedgie. She wiggled her pale butt from side to side, forcing my face ever deeper between those huge, nasty cheeks, and I tried to scream but was too horrified to do even that. This was it. The ultimate humiliation.

There was a horrible moment when neither of us said anything; I hadn't fully registered what had happened, and Kim was probably savouring the moment. Then I felt hot sweat soak in through her underwear, and I gagged. The sound of me trying not to vomit made her chuckle. I could practically sense the smug smile on her face.

"Having fun down there?" she called, jiggling her ass ever so slightly. I retched again, losing my last bit of precious oxygen. I hadn't taken a breath in thirty seconds, and my mouth was completely blocked under her weight. I had to sniff. There was no other option.

I took a tiny, shallow inhale - and immediately coughed it out again. The smell of stale sweat and farts was toe-curling.

"Sounds like you're having fun."

Nausea set in. As my eyes adjusted, I could make out this tiny sliver of light from where her crack ended. Then she sat down fully, mashing my features against my skull, and I couldn't see anything at all.

I gave a muffled scream, expecting her to move. She didn't. She just sat there, her full weight on my face, trapping me in the confines of her ass. I tried so hard to breathe but couldn't. A primal panic washed over me, and I struggled harder than ever before: kicking, bucking, jerking my head, opening my jaw as wide as it would go. Finally, I managed to free an arm from her pin and press it blindly into her ass cheek, trying uselessly to lift her off. She barely moved, though with her cheek pulled to the side, I was able to take another desperate sniff.

By that point I needed oxygen so bad that I didn't even care how vile it smelled. I sucked up a breath, then another, then another, never once losing my grip on her huge, sweaty ass.

She sat up maybe an inch, keeping a grip on my other arm. "Damn. You're really weak, you know that? I can't believe I was scared of you."

"...please..." I begged between gasps.

"Lucky for you, I've decided to leave you alone tonight. I just need one more thing."

I was so busy panting that I could only whisper the word, "Anything."

In that moment, I meant it. I'd pay her, pay the rent, be her bitch until this nightmare was over and I could figure out what to do next. That all changed when I heard her reply.

"Kiss my ass."

I was astounded. "What?"

"You heard me. Kiss it."

My spirit was so broken after everything I'd endured that I very nearly did what she asked. It wasn't worth getting her angry. But then the pride I'd built over the past few years kicked in, the same pride that made me get good grades, move out of my shitty neighbourhood and into a decent university. That was who I was. I couldn't control what she did, but I could control what I did.

"No." I said firmly.

When Kim spoke again, she was barely containing her laughter. "Okay. This'll be fun!"

She fell back onto my face with such force that my whole body bounced on the mattress. I swiped blindly at her with my free hand, but it was hopeless. I was trapped.

Before, I'd thought she'd been sitting with her full weight. Now I realised how wrong I was. She moved her legs up to my body and sat on me, not squashing my face but crushing it. I screamed into her ass, but the seal was so tight I could barely hear myself.

This went on for what felt like forever. Just as my lungs started to burn, she pressed her butt even more heavily onto my face and launched herself upright. I managed to take a greedy snatch of air before she fell back down, smothering me once again.

"How about it? Are you ready to beg?"

Even if I was, there was no way I could respond. Her ass was pressed around me so tightly that I couldn't get a whiff of air. As my lungs started to burn once more, the panic set in. I raised my free arm, tensed my fingers, and scratched her, hard, down her hip.

"Ow!" she yelled. It was hardly the blood-curling scream I'd been hoping for, but God was it satisfying.

I was expecting her to punish me somehow once the shock wore off. Instead, she chuckled darkly. "You really don't know when to quit, do you?" she said, sitting up once again.

I took a breath of sweet, relatively fresh air. "Just let me go."

"Then you know what you have to do."

To my amazement, she hooked her thumbs into her panties and began to slide them down. I caught a glimpse of her ass crack and I tried to squeeze my eyes shut but something stopped me. My head was spinning. I couldn't believe this was happening. What the hell was wrong with this woman?

"Oh, Jesus," I groaned as her bare ass came into view.

"How about it?" she said brightly. "Either you kiss it, or... well, I'm sure you can figure out the alternative. I'll give you one minute to decide."

The room was dark but I could still see every inch of her pale white butt. The smell of it was unbearable, and if I didn't appease her, it would get so much worse. I gagged violently.

My hesitation seemed to rile her. "Alright, you know what? This is a one-time deal. Either you kiss it, or you spend the whole night as my cushion. Your choice."

The thought of kissing her ass was absolutely horrifying, but the idea of being forced between those naked cheeks was even worse. And if she let rip again... My stomach rolled. I'd made my decision.

I pulled myself up a little and pressed my lips to her cold, sweaty butt cheek. I could actually taste the clammy sweat. As I peeled my lips away from her smelly ass, my face burning with embarrassment, I became sure of one thing: her sitting on me wasn't the ultimate humiliation. This was.

"Well, damn," she said. "That wasn't as fun as I thought it'd be, but a deal's a deal."

Thank God. It was finally over.

"You know what, though? I've been having stomach cramps all this time. Be a shame to let 'em go to waste."

In my exhausted state, it took me a second to realise the danger in her words. "Wait-"

hsssssssssst

A scalding hot jet of air washed over my face like a wave of pure, unfiltered stink. I immediately clamped my mouth shut and pulled desperately at her grasp. It was no use. She had me pinned, and this time, she wasn't letting me go after she let loose.

I panicked, but my survival instincts were stronger. My whole body went into lockdown: I didn't move or protest, knowing I had to conserve what little air was still in my lungs. I waited for the gas to dissipate, for the intense heat to flow away, but it didn't seem to be lessening at all.

"Oh Jesus, that's fucking vile," she retched. What sort of person gags on their own fart? Just how bad was that monster? You're gonna find out soon, said some awful smug voice at the back of my mind.

I prayed silently, opened my mouth, and drew a breath.

I can't tell you how foul that fart tasted - yes, tasted. All I can say is that up to that point, it was the worst moment I've ever lived through. The taste was like chomping down on a rotten egg, and if there had been anything at all in my stomach, I would have immediately thrown it up. The tears I'd managed to hold back flowed freely down my cheeks, and I entered a cycle of gagging, then gasping, then retching again.

"Wow, listen to that. I almost feel sorry for you down there," said Kim, and I could tell she was doing her best not to breathe it in. At least she was away from the source.

I don't know how long this torture went on for. It felt at least half an hour, but could just as easily have been a few minutes. My mind kept greying out, like it was shutting down, but then I'd take a tiny gulp of tainted air and the whole disgusting cycle would begin again.

Bile slowly flooded my mouth as I took her hot eggy gas from point blank. She never let me go, not even when the last remnants of her fart were finally gone. After some time she stopped resisting my struggles so much and I managed to break free and run back into the hallway. I should've been grateful that I was getting fresh air, but instead, I could barely function.

She sauntered out of the bedroom while I was gasping for breath. I flinched, terrified that she was going to torture me even more somehow, but she didn't give me a glance. Just picked up her jeans and walked casually into her bedroom.

A minute later, she was snoring.

Six hours later, I was still awake.

Secret Gassy Hobby

 

 

 

 

 

Mary was feeling a little worried. She was due to go to college in a couple weeks, which meant she had to move into the dorms.

"Can't I still commute from home?" Mary asked her parents.

"Oh no!" They said, "You wouldn't be getting the full college experience." They explained.

"Well," Mary tried, "Can I at least have a single dorm? How will I have any privacy if I share room with someone?"

"That's more expensive," They said, "And unnecessary, you'll make more friends and socialize more if you share a room with someone."

Mary valued her privacy and alone time. She was a straight A student, attractive and friendly, but incredibly shy. Boys frequently sought out her attention because she was so cute and nice. Boys and girls alike found her pleasing to look at, with her black hair and blue eyes, her full figure, and her adorable round plump butt. She was a little on the short side, which was something that made her insecure sometimes. Though she frequently got calls from potential boyfriends, she preferred the company of her female companions. Mary just felt more comfortable with them.

Though she was looking forward to her studies in college, she was very anxious about having to interact with new classmates, and roommates too now!

Oh dear! How would she ever get her privacy? Mary had this one particular past time that she could only feel comfortable doing alone: farting heartily. Farting and masturbating to be precise. Mary loved the feeling of having full bowels, an enlarged stomach from gas, and then letting loose long disgusting farts.

Mary particularly loved it when she had the house to herself (her parents frequently went out), so she could partake in this disgusting activity.

Mary was incredibly embarrassed of this fetish, and could never bear for anyone to find out. However, she just enjoyed it so much she couldn't possibly stop. Time and time again, she would swear that this was the last time she would ever partake in this shameful fetish. However, when alone, she'd always find herself thinking the same pleasurable thoughts, and eating the same gaseous foods that made such explosive reactions within her system. Only recently had Mary come to terms with her fetish, but that didn't mean she wanted anyone else to know! Best keep it a secret, rather than embarrass herself in front of her parents or a roommate.

"Well, we're off to the theater, Mary." Her Mom said. "Dinner is in the fridge, we'll be back late past midnight."

"Ummm, okay," said Mary, breaking out of her naughty thoughts, "Have a good night."

As soon as the door closed, Mary headed to the fridge.

"Hmmm, what did Mom leave this time" Mary pondered as she looked through the fridge.

"Broccoli, bean dip, chicken..." Mary enjoyed picking the foods that would get the most reaction out of her. She decided to go with the broccoli, brussel's sprouts, baked beans, and some soda as refreshment. Mary collected the items of gaseousness and took them to the living to eat in front of the TV, as was her ritual. Mary also wore a pair of tight tight jeans, so as to better feel her swelling stomach. She just loved the feeling of tightness around her ass and stomach! Mary got wet in anticipation.

Mary turned on the TV, squeezed her cute fat ass between the sofa pillows, and started to gorge. She ate quickly and heartily, knowing it would put the most amount of air pockets in her stomach. She drank the soda thirstily, and tried to avoid burping as much as possible. Mary wanted to make sure the gas went in the OTHER direction.

Mary knew that she was eating and acting like a disgusting animal, around people she was very polite and ladylike. Her parents had frowned on impolite behavior such as farting or burping-even as a joke! Thus Mary knew she had to keep this a secret forever, and only be disgusting when no one was watching.

"Although..." she thought, "It would be so amazing if I could do this with someone..." She longed to find another to share this fetish, she sometimes fantasized about having one of her gal pals fart on her lap. Alas, Mary knew she'd be far too embarrassed to ask such a thing.

Mary finished gorging, and rubbed her belly while watching TV. Now was the time she would feel her tummy and intestines digest, and she would aid its progress by rubbing her tummy and moving her ass a little in her seat. She was getting so wet in excitement! She was soaking through her jeans, nearly getting the sofa cushion wet! Fortunately, from past experience she knew the sofa cushions would not show her stains. Thank god her mom never noticed...

"Oooh," gasped Mary as her tummy rumbled. She was feeling it already, her stomach gurgling and processing. Mary was feeling so full and stuffed, but she would not allow herself to use the toilet until the very last minute. She would prolong the pleasure even if it risked shitting herself.

Her stomach groaned and rumbled some more, and Mary rubbed it more. She put her hand in her pants to feel her increasing wetness (no easy feat! considering how tight the jeans were now!).

Her tummy was so swollen and rumbling horribly, she gasped, and had to lean to her side to relieve some of the pressure.

"Ppphuurt!" went her ass, followed by Mary gasping "Aaahhhhh!" in relief. It felt soooo good to get that gas out! She sighed and smiled, in her happy place.

Mary sat up and resumed watching TV. She enjoyed the feeling of getting wetter and wetter through her jeans. She grunted a little, and pushed a puttering fart, "Prbbt, prbbt, prrt", and moaned enjoying the hot gas warming her ass and pussy.

Mary became aware of the noxious smell coming from her ass, but that couldn't be helped. Brussel's sprouts really did her in, and the beans sure didn't help either.

"Oh," she thought, "How I wish I could just cut loose on someone's face," then she twisted her face in a grimace and pushed a loud droning fart through her tight jeans. "Pppprrrpprroooom!" it went!

"Ungh..." she groaned in relief, something about wearing tight jeans made her farts sound extra noisy. Her ass was really getting started now in the frequency of farts, she started pushing more and more to get them all out.

"Ungh, ungh," she pushed with grimace, her ass pooted along fiercely.

"Prrrft! Pooom! Phhhrrrrrrt!" The gas was getting extremely dense around her, but nowhere near as dense as it was in her system. It felt so good to get it out of her ass, but she clenched her tummy still feeling the fullness of her bowels.

"Ohhhh," she groaned, "I'm going to need to shit really soon." She looked towards the toilet. "Not yet, not yet," she told herself, "I can hold it for a little longer."

She kept farting, continually one after the other, then she let loose a long wet sounding chain fart!

"PLLLBLblblblbprrrrrrrrrt!" This one had her doubled over with her ass in the air just tearing away.

"Oh my god!" She said genuinely surprised, "That was so-" just as Mary was about to say "huge", her ass took her off guard blasted out a huge crackle of explosions. Mary was still doubled over in the floor, clutching her stomach, her ass, seemingly having a mind of its own, cracking of huger and wetter farts. Mary needed the toilet, NOW. She crawled carefully and slowly to the toilet, her ass farting squeakily with each movement. Her bowels were threatening to explode in her jeans in a very messy way, she had to be extremely careful not to fill her panties up. Mary was already sure she had to have stained her panties brown with her wet ass blasts.

Her shit was pushing hard against her asshole, she REALLY needed to shit. But Mary couldn't risk messing her pants on the way to the bathroom, she started getting desperate.

She continued trying to crawl slowly and steadily, but without warning her ass emitted a wet slapping sound and all was lost! On hands and knees, Mary lost it and commenced shitting her pants very loudly.

"Blaaat! Braaaapt!" went her ass.

"Oh no!" she yelled, but it was too late. There was nothing she could do but stay there a finish filling her pants. She shat and shat, and her jeans just kept getting fuller and fuller. She was highly aware of the heaviness and the warmth spreading across her ass. It felt good to get all the shit out, so she enjoyed the release and relief of her bowels.

Mary grunted to squeeze out the last couple turds, and turned around to see how enlarged the ass of her jeans were. It felt so heavy, she couldn't believe that all that shit was inside of her! She waved her ass around just to get a feel of the weight, then carefully went to the shower to clean off.

In the shower, she pondered to herself, "Now how will I ever do this with a roommate around?"

Backfire - A Fart Story

 

 

 

 

 

Chloe's April Fool's plan was perfect. Her holiday with her best friend Ava fell right on April 1st - It just happened to be the cheapest week for hotels at the time they booked it. The fact of it being April Fools hadn't even crossed their mind at first. In fact, it *still* hadn't crossed Ava's mind. Chloe, though? Well, she had planned something a few nights prior.

Fart Spray.

She had seen it online in plenty of videos. The plan was simple but fool-proof: Wait until the two of them are in their 3-hour car ride together, and spray it. She'd pretend to be oblivious to the smell at first, before blaming the smell on Ava, and finally show her the spray. Ava had always been quite shy of her bodily functions, so Chloe knew that she would get embarrassed.

The issue was that Ava had opened the window. Not only making conversation difficult with the wind blasting into the vehicle, but any smell would escape instantly anyway.

Chloe had tried the basic "Oh, I'm cold, can we shut the window?"

Ava was insistent on keeping it open. Chloe didn't want to push any further, or it might become obvious that she had ulterior intentions... She'd just have to wait for the perfect opportunity.

Finally, they arrived at the hotel. They overcame the noise of the window by simply shouting their conversations at each other, but the window stayed up for the whole journey. The prank had not yet been pulled off.

"WE'RE FINALLY HERE!" Ava yelled.

"You're still shouting," Chloe laughed, "you're too used to it after three hours."

"OH, I DIDN'T --" Ava caught herself, "I didn't realise."

The two of them laughed as they head inside, got checked in at reception, and made their way to the elevator. As they stepped inside and Ava pressed the button for their floor, Chloe continued to wonder when the best chance for the prank might be. Perhaps when they're alone in their room? Her constant thinking almost made her miss the obvious opportunity right in front of her.

She glanced at Ava as the elevator door closed, to make sure she wasn't looking. Slowly, Chloe took the spray out of her pocket, and pressed it down slowly, making sure it didn't make a sound.

Little did she know, Ava was releasing a smelly spray of her own, *also* trying to not make a sound. She had done a great job at hiding her discomfort thus far, but she just couldn't hold her fart in any longer. She relaxed, perhaps subconsciously, and allowed it to release into the air around her. Feeling her stomach empty felt incredible, for a moment. Then the smell of the fart spray hit her.

Chloe, waiting for Ava to say something first, tried not to react.

Ava, thinking the stench was her own, tried not to react.

The two stood in the elevator for what seemed like minutes, breathing in the hideous odour. Ava felt so embarrassed, believing it to be an odour of her own making.

Chloe couldn't wait any longer - The elevator was nearly at their floor. "Did you fart?" She laughed and held her nose as she spoke, expecting Ava to get all flustered with a stubborn "No!"

She was right about the embarrassment, just wrong about the answer.

"Yes," Ava spoke softly, "I didn't think it'd smell so bad. I've been gassy all day, that's why I had the window open in the car."

Chloe remained speechless for a moment before she burst out laughing. "Wait you actually farted?" She held up her spray.

Ava pushed her gently, "Oh my god what the fuck?" She joined in with the laughter, "I thought the stench was because I farted!"

The doors opened during that last sentence. Specifically, as she loudly spoke those final 2 words - "I farted!"

Her gaze met with a gentleman waiting for the elevator on the top floor. He had *definitely* heard those two words, with his only context being the rancid smell now hitting his nose. Ava's face dropped as she squeezed past him, trying to get out of the situation as fast as possible. Chloe followed her quickly behind, with a slightly more cheeky look on her face as she tried to hide her smile.

"He totally thinks that was you," Chloe teased.

"Yeah. I know," Ava sheepishly replied.

"To be fair it could have been. Partially, at least," Chloe wondered allowed, half-jokingly. Ava turned to give her an evil glare. As she did, she saw the man distantly in the corridor behind them - He had opted to wait for the adjacent elevator. A very fair decision.

Ava and Chloe got unpacked and settled into their rooms. They hadn't planned to do much on their first day - In fact, it was already pitch black outside. They decided to just hang out in the hotel bar for an hour before bed.

"Hey," Chloe nudged Ava, "there's that guy who thinks your ass smells like death."

Ava turned around, hoping for it not to be true - Sure enough, though, there he was. Sat at the other side of the bar.

"Great," she spoke as she turned back to Chloe, "so I'm probably going to bump into him a few times whilst we're here."

"Oh lighten up, it's funny!"

Ava wasn't so sure of that. She sipped her drink and changed the topic, secretly hatching her own revenge plan.

After heading back to their room and saying goodnight, Chloe fell asleep quickly. Ava knew this would happen - A single drop of alcohol and she can practically sleep on command, even without being tipsy. She stared at her sleeping friend for a moment - She was innocent; fast asleep; unaware that she was going to be rudely awoken to the taste of revenge.

With the lights off, Ava searched for the fart spray, ready to release it under the duvet before pulling them over Chloe's head. As she continued into her fifth minute of searching, however, she began to wonder if her plan was too obvious. The spray had been hidden. The drawer? No. Chloe's bag? No. Her pockets? Nope. It had vanished.

As Ava was about to give up and crawl into her bed, she felt a bubble brewing below. Her stomach gurgled as she felt her butthole instinctively clench on a pocket of gas.

She stopped for a second before shaking it off. "No," she thought, "I'm too reserved for that. Chloe has never heard or smelt my farts."

She second guessed her choice for just a moment. But that moment was long enough for the spontaneous event to occur. "Fuck it," she said quietly to herself.

She lifted Chloe's duvet up slightly, and pushed. She made a gentle sigh of relief as she released her gasses directly into the bed. She felt her lower back get warm as some of the air escaped back out. It wasn't loud in the typical sense, but she could hear the hissing as it flowed out of her.

As it came to an end, she didn't quite feel empty. She leaned forward slightly and pushed once more.

A short but sharp *pprt* cut through the silent room.

She heard the duvet tussle slightly, and then Chloe's tired voice. "What was that?"

Quickly, Ava grabbed the blanket and trapped her inside, laughing manically.

"Oh my GOD, how did you find the spray? That fucking reeks worse than earlier what the fuck," Chloe yelled.

"I couldn't find it," Ava hinted at her devious doings, "I made my own spray."

Chloe burst out through a gap in the duvet's edge. "Ava what the fuck did you eat?" She laughed as she continued to gasp for air. The two of them fell to the bed as they continued giggling.

"I don't know, they're normally not like this," Ava claimed.

"Sure, sure."

They both calmed down for a moment as they caught their breath. Ava couldn't see Chloe's wide smile as she asked, "Hey, it's only fair you give it a smell," and lifted the blanket slightly. "Go on, see what you put me through."

Cautiously, Ava leaned towards it and sniffed - It was her own gas anyway, it couldn't be *that* bad.

She noticed Chloe's grunt too late.

*Pppppppppppppppptttttttttt*

Chloe released her own backside bomb as Ava got trapped in there with it. She heaved at the retched fragrance. Chloe wasn't too reserved about this - Ava had heard and smelt it before, but this was the worst.

"Get me out," she yelled as she managed to crawl to the other end of the bed and tumble to the floor.

"Shit are you okay?" Chloe was genuinely concerned for her friend - The hit on the floor sounded loud. "Ava?"

*ffff*

She felt a gentle breeze on her face, followed by the most rotten scent her nose had ever experienced. She could almost taste it.

Ava burst out laughing, revealing her position - Stood next to he bed, her butt right against Chloe's face.

Chloe gagged loudly before trapping Ava back under the blanket once more. Upon pushing, she exclaimed "Oh shit never mind, I got no more gas."

They released each other from the duvet and glanced at their phones - Midnight. April Fool's was officially over.

"Truce?"

Ava thought for a moment. "Truce. I think I gotta use the bathroom anyway."

Chloe laughed "I'm not surprised with that stench," -- a loud gurgle of her stomach interrupted her. "On second thought, me too."

Desperation and Farting

 

  Here's a story about desperation and farting in one. Partially in response to a "fart omorashi" thread. Anyone who is put off by farts, do not read this. Also, this time will be OC since my EqG stories don't get a lot of views. They are not meant to resemble any real persons.

Sorry if it gets a bit stretchy. My stories often do.

Desperation and Farting

Four girls were going on a long summer roadtrip, staying overnight, and would be heading back next afternoon. They were all in their early twenties. Ashley, who was driving, had dark hair, and was wearing a red T-shirt and black leggings. Tracy, who was in the front seat, had blonde hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a pink tank top and teal miniskirt. Michelle, who was in the left back seat, had brown hair and wore a black T-shirt and jeans. Sunny, who was in the right back seat, had long blonde hair and wore a white tank top and short, tight jean shorts. She was the most attractive of the four.

Before they left their city, they each got a bottle of water to drink along the way. While Ashley, Tracy, and Michelle got water bottles which they drank sparingly, Sunny also got an extra large slushy and drank it all before they were even outside the city.

Only 15 minutes into the drive, Sunny felt her stomach gurgle. She figured she was just hungry, so she ate some crackers they had brought for the trip.

Her stomach gurgled and cramped over the next few minutes, until a powerful and unpleasant feeling hit her. She needed to fart. Bad. Maybe having beans for breakfast wasn't such a good idea.

She held it in, trying her hardest not to fart in the car with her three friends, but the pressure was growing more intense. She had been in this situation before but always was able to hold it until she could find somewhere quiet to let it all out.

"You all right, Sunny?" Michelle asked, noticing Sunny's discomfort.

"I'm fine," said Sunny.

A few minutes later, she was really having trouble holding it. She wasn't sure if she could keep from farting before the first gas station. Her stomach gurgled loudly and she groaned.

"Are you sure you're all right?" Michelle asked.

Before Sunny could answer, she couldn't hold it anymore.

BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT! PPRRRRT!

She blushed as a loud, long, deep-pitched fart made its way out of her, followed by a shorter but equally loud fart.

"Phew," said Ashley, opening all the windows of the car. Then she, Tracy, and Michelle giggled.

Sunny also giggled, a bit nervously. "Excuse me," she said. "I had beans for breakfast."

"That'll do that to you," said Tracy.

Sunny was still blushing a little, but wasn't overly embarrassed. She'd probably laugh about it in the future, for all four of them thought farts were funny.

About a half hour into the trip, an urge of a different kind hit Sunny. She had to pee. But she was sure she could hold it, so she hid her desperation.

As they approached the first gas station, Ashley asked "Anyone have to go to the bathroom?"

"No," said Tracy and Michelle.

"I'm fine," said Sunny. She did have to go but she thought she could hold it.

But with all she drank to day, soon she had to pee really badly. She crossed her legs and fidgeted.

"If you have to fart again, just fart," said Michelle.

Sunny giggled a bit, then said "No, I have to pee."

"Why didn't you say so before the gas station?" Ashley asked.

"I thought I could hold it."

"You shouldn't have drank that extra large slushy," said Tracy.

"And that big coffee with breakfast," said Sunny. "I should've gone before we left."

"You'll just have to hold it till the next gas station," said Ashley.

"How far is it?"

"About an hour."

Sunny groaned and fidgeted more.

Over the next hour, Sunny's desperation increased. Her bladder was very full and she was squirming harder than ever. She accidentally farted a few times, which made the other girls giggle.

"Ooh... I have to go pee real bad!" Sunny crossed her legs tighter than ever and kept fidgeting.

Finally they reached the gas station. Ashley pulled into a parking spot and Sunny ran into the gas station and searched for the bathroom. To her dismay it had an Out of Order sign on it. She groaned and ran back to the car.

"That was fast," said Tracy.

"It's out of order," said Sunny, holding herself and fidgeting.

"Then you'll have to hold it till we reach our destination," said Ashley.

"I don't think I'm gonna make it." Sunny really needed to go.

As they took off, she leaked a bit into her pink panties. She squirmed and crossed her legs, but over the next ten minutes she leaked a few more times, dampening her shorts. She had never experienced this level of desperation before. After these ten minutes, she knew she was about to burst.

"I can't... hold it... any longer..."

Her overflowing bladder gave out. Sunny began peeing uncontrollably, soaking her jean shorts and the seat where she sat. She couldn't help but sigh in relief.

The hissing sound was audible to all the other girls, as was the pee smell. They couldn't help but giggle.

Sunny peed for about a minute, enjoying the relief and even the warm wetness. When she finished, she said "Ah, that's better."

"Are you all right?" Michelle asked.

"I wet my shorts." Sunny blushed lightly but giggled. It was kind of funny, and she'd always laugh whenever someone wet themselves in a movie.

The other girls laughed with her.

"Did you bring a change of clothes this time?" Michelle asked.

"No," said Sunny. She always slept in what she was wearing and wore it on the trip back. So she had to stay in her wet shorts until they dried. But she didn't mind too much. Wetting herself wasn't a huge deal for her. She let out a wet fart, and they all laughed.

...

They had lots of fun in the other city during the day, and then at night they went to the hotel bar for a few drinks.

While the other girls had a moderate amount to drink, Sunny drank lots of beer and got really drunk. In the end, Michelle had to carry her back to their room, while Ashley and Tracy shared another room. Michelle carried Sunny over her shoulder. Her shorts had dried but they still smelled of pee.

"I have to go to the bathroom," Sunny said drunkenly.

"You have to go to bed," said Michelle.

Sunny farted in Michelle's face. Michelle giggled and patted Sunny's butt lightly.

Michelle got Sunny into her bed and then lay in her own bed. Sunny farted several times in her sleep, and then Michelle could hear a soft hissing sound. Sunny was wetting the bed.

...

Sunny woke up the next morning really hung over. "Whoa. How much did I drink last night?"

"Too much," said Michelle, who was already awake.

Sunny felt her wet shorts and the wet spot on the mattress under her. She sat up and pulled her sheets back. "Oopsie... I wet the bed." She blushed, but giggled.

Ashley and Tracy laughed when they found out. As usual Sunny wasn't overly embarrassed and found it kind of funny. Of course she had to ride back home in wet shorts. She drank another big slushy before the trip, and when she had to pee, she just went in her shorts, and all four girls laughed.

When they got home, the other girls gave her a bath in her pee-soaked outfit at her house. She didn't object, she thought it would be fun, and it was. She farted in the tub a few times, which made all of them laugh. 

Schooled By: cmoney34

 

 It was the Friday before summer break for you and your classmates in high school. You weren't one of the brightest kids in class and you had a big ego. To be honest you hated the idea of waking up early to go through the hell you and other kids considered school. However getting out for Spring break, Summer break, Thanksgiving break, and Winter break made it worth pushing through. Unfortunately your next break would be a permanent one.

It was 2:00pm and you were in Miss Jeannine's Math Class. Math, the most hated subject by kids in school. You were in the middle of the Math Final test when you did the one thing you always did when a test came up. You pulled out your phone and started to cheat. You've done this time and time again without somehow getting caught, but that wouldn't be the case this time. Miss Jeannine was in between doing work on the computer and watching the class and you thought you were so clever to use your phone while she was too focused on getting her work done. "Hey!!!," she yelled at you while looking below your desk at your phone for answer. "Are you cheating on the Final test?!" "Uh no," you said but you knew deep down you were caught dead to rights. She proceeded to get up and walk swiftly over to you at your desk keeping her focus to make sure you couldn't make any sudden moves. "Really?!" Was all she said as she looked under the desk to see your phone still in your hand. "Come on teach, it's the last day before Summer break. Just let it slide and forget about it. It's not like it really matters anyway." "Oh really?" She said not liking your tone. "Well you'll be happy to know you'll be starting your break off late, because you're going to stay after school in detention to retake a backup test unde my permanent supervision along with the other cheater I've caught today who thought they were so clever." What the fuck?!!" "Are you mad bitch?!!" "I already hate being here normally and you think I'm going to stay here longer on the final day before Summer break because you want to have a huge stick up your fat ass instead of being a cool teach and letting it slide?!" She stopped for a moment and stared at you for a while before saying "it's either that or I fail you and make you go to summer school, your choice." "Fine bitch, I'll do the fucking backup test later. God damn, you're annoying as fuck." "Noted," she said.

The bell rung and while everyone else rushed out her door to start the break you stayed behind staring off into space waiting for the detention to actually start. The door opens, and in comes the other student who was caught cheating on the Final test, Mike. "She caught you too?," Mike said. "Yeah, I'm honestly surprised it just now happened after how many times I've been doing it." "Ah, so you got cocky and careless," Mike said. "You're in where with me too buddy, you're not hot shit either." After that last comment the door opens and Miss Jeannine enters with a huge shit eating grin on her face. "Welcome to detention students," she said. "I know I've told you that you will be retaking a different version of the final under my watch. However, that won't be happening." "What?!!" You both said in shock and confusion. "Well that was originally the plan for you, however since (Mr/Miss) badass over here wants to mouth off and try to embarrass me in front of my own class, I've decided to go a different route for this very special detention."

"What do you mean?," you said. Miss Jeannine began to explain. "Remember how you called me fat ass?" "Yeah," you responded. "Well the truth is I've had this curvy figure since my school days and people used to bully me for it. It also didn't help that I was a more hairier than average girl." "I had to deal with that shit every day through out the school weeks until one day I discovered an interesting book." "An interesting book?," Mike said. "Yeah, in fact it's one of a series I've been following heavily since my school days," she said. "It's called Large and in Charge. It follows the life of a curvy and huge Rabbit woman named Lady O'Hare. She also shares a similar figure as I. However, she is an intimidating figure." "Not only is she wealthy, but she has this strange ability she got from mixing together certain ingredients and substances together to make a concoction and drink it." "It's the ability for her to absorb anyone into her body and add them to her mass. She's done it to many people throughout the series. Some were willing and enjoyed it, others weren't so much." "Where are you going with this?," you said.

"I decided to recreate the concoction and see if it works in the real world or was it just horseshit," she answered. "And?," Mike asked. "Oh, it works, it really fucking works," she responded. "See I've grown to like my curvy figure, so much I've become just like Miss O'Hare. Not in the sense of being wealthy, at least yet. But feeling the need to not only keep this figure, but make it bigger." "Ummm," you and Mike both said weirded out.

"So that's what I'm going to do now," Miss Jeannine stated. Before you and Mike could do anything in response Miss Jeannine turned, bent down and let out a huge fart out of her huge ass. Prrrbbbttt... You and Mike began to cough before slowly blacking out as her fart encased the entire classroom. Minutes passed, before you began to slowly wake up. "Man, what happened," you said. You wake up and are in shock at what's happening in front of you in the classroom. It was Miss Jennanine, fully naked, curvy, and hairy as she had said earlier. However that wasn't the most shocking thing currently happening. You see a second pair of legs kneeling behind her. It was Mike. He was halfway into Miss Jeannine's huge stinking ass and releasing muffled screams. "Mhmm!!!Mhmm!!! Mhmm!!!," he let out before Miss Jeannine let out another huge fart. Brrrttt... Another fart out of her huge ass began to cover the room and you began to black out again. But before you did, you could see her doing a full squat and Mike's legs fully disappearing up her massive derriere.

More time passed, but you woke up once again. However, it was completely dark, smelly, and squishy. "What the hell is this?!!," you yelled. "Oh, you don't know?," Miss Jeannine said. "You're halfway in the same fat ass, you commented on earlier in the day. Only it's even bigger thanks to the added mass from Mr. Mike. You don't remember? Well this should jog your memory. She let out the biggest fart she had yet. Prrrrrttttttt... Brrrrttt... Oh dear," she said in a sarcastic manner. "Please, I'll never disrespect you again," you said. "Oh God what's this chunky stuff around my cheeks," you asked? Miss Jeannine, chuckles and says, "forbidden chocolate." "Get used to the smell, texture, and taste. It'll be around for a while."

You feel your body begin to meld with the inside of Miss Jeannine's huge stinking ass. "You wanted to be a badass? Well this is how you become a badAss. Ha Ha" Miss Jeannine proudly said. "Nooo... Mmph, Mmph," you desperately let out in futility as your body was fully absorbed and added into Miss Jeannine's mass.

You were not regretfully part of the same fat ass bitch you were mouthing off at earlier. Brrrttt... "Well that takes care of that," Miss Jeannine said as she smiles and begins to put her clothes back on. She begins to walk towards the classroom door bouncing her massive ass cheeks up and down on the way out. Proud of her adding two cheating brats to her mass. "Time for my Summer vacation. Maybe I'll get some Taco Bell with extra Diablo sauce for Dinner today," she says as she exits the class and school like it was any other day with you and Mike in tow.

Girls only forum from 2003

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Amanda K

Any other girls get this problem, I know it sounds weird but am I alone, I am a 30 something female got a good figure, my best features are my bum I get so many comments from men and women about it . I am like most girls I like to dress sexy and if you’ve got it flaunt it ,my favorite type of clothing for work  is a mid-thigh length skirt that is close fitting to accentuate my arse I absolutely love tight Brazilian style knickers favorite colour is cream my boyfriend loves them also and he  often puts his hand up my skirt to feel them. So sexy going to work knowing I have sexy knickers under my skirt. here is the issue its started happening 6 months, just started one random morning I showered, put on my work blouse and got a pair of flesh-coloured knickers tight Brazilian fit, just love the tight feel of them on my bum and Vagina walk round the office semi aroused all day. Put on a blue skirt I sometimes gave a random guy a treat on the train a with bit of knicker gusset flash between my legs but once my issue started couldn’t risk it might be far too embarrassing  .I was in a rush so had not had time for my morning poop I’m not a gassy girl never have been , but on the walk to the station I felt the need to fart I was on an empty street so though would carefully push it out aware that I had not pooped yet , I slowly pushed it out into my knickers it was a really hot silent fart the bum of my knickers heated up as it filtered though them to be honest it felt naughty farting in a public place especially through such sexy knickers .

The smell of rotten egg was very strong even in the outdoors I flapped my skirt to get rid on the trapped fart under my skirt , I walked another 100 yards still in the empty street when I needed to fart again , Usually if I needed to fart at work I would visit the toilet and take of my knickers and fart in the toilet bowl but I wasn’t gassy that often so this was a rare occurrence . I liked light coloured knickers so never wanted to risk staining them with a fart. I was literally walking down the street to get to the station so other than trying to hold the fart all the way until I could go into the work toilet I had not other choice but to release another one in my knickers, I just hoped the fart would be clean and not stain my drawers. I done the same as before slowly pushed the fart into my knickers it felt exactly the same as the last fart really hot and silent warming up my tight knickers as it went through them , to be honest it wasn’t an unpleasant experience but a little raunchy I imagined my poor little knickers up my skirt getting flooded with hot fart gas , the smell wafted up strongly that wasn’t unpleasant either always like the smell of my own farts .

It was only another 50 yards when I needed to fart again, to be honest before I realized, I had a problem this first time walk to work was exciting I couldn’t put my finger on it but just felt Raunchy out in the street farting in my tight little knickers. I got to the alley hardly anyone ever walked down this alley, so it was always empty just as I walked into the alley oh my gosh I needed to fart again I pushed it out into my knickers it was even hotter than the previous one nearly burnt my little bum hole as it came out flooding through my knicks . I looked around no sign of anybody I had to check my knickers were not stained as I had already farted in them 4 times. I got my mobile and put it on selfie with the flashlight on and slightly spread my legs and took a selfie up my skirt.

I looked at the picture it was illuminated upskirt shot of my tight knickers , never really seen what a guy would see if he looked up my skirt , I thought no wonder guys like looking up a girls skirt , you could see the tight flesh coloured knickers stretched tight over my vagina , you could see the outline of the split , the tight material trying to contain my pert bum cheeks an erotic site if I said so myself . The knickers to my delight were still clean no poo stains in them. Doing this in public was making my vagina aroused could feel the moisture in my knicker gusset now had to worry my knickers were not going to by stained by excess pussy juice from my arousal ohh being a girl wasn’t easy sometimes . I carried on walking down the alley way got to the end then felt another fart that needed to come out , this was ridiculous 225 meters from my house and I need to fart for the 5^th time to be honest was excited I had to fart again the feeling of it filling my knickers with warmth and the eggy smell now that I was aroused was naughty and very sexy . I stopped at the end of the alley to fart I was ahead of time so though this must be the last fart before I got to the station. I opened my legs a little and pushed , like the other farts it was hot and silent but this one was 40 seconds long at least it filtered through my knickers and made them very warm , a hot egg smell wafted up , I was tempted to go back home as my partner was out and I really wanted to masturbate my pussy though these knickers until I cum. The only issue was I had a meeting at ten I had no choice but to go into work I carried on walking towards the station at the station entrance it was busy and I could not believe I had to fart again , they seemed endless as soon as I farted 3 to 4 minutes later I needed to fart again ,

I looked around but this station had no toilet that was not out of order , to be honest the toilet had been out of order for the last year , I really needed it now knowing how smelly these farts were doing it in public was going to be a nightmare , I was in a flow of people going to the entry gate I really need to go though I though I would risk it and prayed it was silent like the others . I just unclenched my tight arsehole and let the fart out it filled my knickers like the previous one completely silent was about 30 seconds long. The area immediately smelled of eggy fart , people were complaining and looking around but thank go no one suspected the pretty girl in the skirt , my poor little knickers were taking a lot of punishment today , the fact that I had on such sexy drawer’s and I had done a really hot fart in public was making me giddy . I wanted to do it again now I had gotten away with it, gosh when I got home tonight, I was going to masturbate until I exploded.

I felt another fart in my bum this time it was there quicker after the last fart only 40 or so seconds. I let the fart escape and thank god it was super-hot but silent , it filled my knickers eagerly the air smelled rich with eggy fart .If the people in the queue only knew that is was the pretty girl with the pert bum that was farting hot farts though her tight knickers they would be shocked . I got through the gate and need to fart on the platform, but it wasn’t so crowded like the queue, but the fart was pushing against the inside of my arsehole, needed to fart before getting on train as I am sure another one will be ready, to many in my arse I could not hold. Now I was in a bit of a panic train was 5 minutes away I see the end of the platform was empty but the train didn’t come that far up the platform I walked quickly up to the end of the platform squeezing my arse hole so the fart would not escape I was waking with my arse cheeks together so looked a bit awkward , my knickers had wedged up my arse walking like this , at the end of the platform was a double sided sign with train times luckily it was floor to 5 feet high. I looked at the train times I had 4 minutes to sort my knickers out and fart, peaked round the sign and the nearest person was 30 yards away as long as the fart was silent, I would get away with it. I decided to pick my knickers out of my arse first that needed the most privacy all of this was feeling very raunchy in a public place. I spread my legs as much as I could with the tightness of my skirt and put my hand up the skirt , gosh this felt naughty doing this in public , my hand reach my bum , my bum was all warm and firm if I say so myself it felt sexy and I put my finger in the crack I could feel my tight knickers wedge up there , the were all warm also I pinched the material between 2 fingers and pulled the tight material slowly out of my arse as it came out so did a long hot silent fart , the change of pressure of the knickers against my arsehole let the fart out , there was a lot of hot gas flowing out of my little arsehole as it heated the knicker material and went all over my fingers as I pulled the knickers out of my arse . The hot knicker material, the smell of the eggy fart and the feel of it going all over my fingers made me want to go home and enjoy the farts and play with my vagina over the tight knickers until I cum. But I couldn’t miss the meeting I pushed another fart out into my now adjusted knickers and got back to the platform as the train pulled in, it was a 45-minute journey to the station near my work I Had farted 10 times in only 15-minute walk to the station. I thought if I get on the train quick and got a seat, I could use the seat to push against to hold and farts in until I got to the next station I managed to get a seat , only half a stop and I had another fart ready , I knew from the pressure of this fart that I wasn’t going to make 45 minutes , the train was packed my only solution was to stand in the crowd and release the fart with the hope it was totally silent and no one would expect the smell was from the pretty girls bum . I stood up and let the fart out in my knickers for the 13^th time, it was super-hot as it came out but without any sound, it went through my knickers, and the carriage was filled with the smell of hot eggy fart. People started moaning under their breath, no one looked at me though, who would think a petite pretty girl in her early thirties would fart on a train, I was exciting to do it in public in my tight knickers and get away with it. I so wished I could go home and masturbate I farted 3 more times in the next ten minutes in the same carriage, the urge to keep farting wasn’t stopping. The carriage smelled awful and my knickers were all hot and tight up my skirt, if I touched my pussy I would cum there and then I really wanted to touch my pussy through my knickers it was aching to be touched. I decided to move to the next carriage as I really needed to fart again and 4 farts someone might twig it’s from me walking was an effort the fart was right at my arsehole, only my knickers were holding it back as they were taught across my tight arsehole. I got into the next carriage hoping no one else had moved carriage I slightly spread my legs and squirted the hot fart through my knickers for around the 15^th time, the carriage filled with the smell of rotten egg and now what I though was the smell of dirty knickers. Almost immediately another fart was ready , I would really have some fund if I could go home now , the hot farts flooding my tight knickers and the eggy smell was such a turn on and I had farts on tap, if I was home  I would lay on my front with the knickers on and fart into my hand and play with my vagina through my knickers . I farted another 4 times in the carriage , I started to move to the next carriage as I could feel another fart and what was definitely poo in my arse , I had forgotten about the missed morning poop , now I was far to scared to fart , getting away with the eggy smell was one thing but filling my knickers with poo I couldn’t deal with .

I went through the next carriage clinging on for dear life to the urgent need to fart and poop. Luckily there was a toilet on the last carriage , I got to the toilet and luckily it was vacant as I could not hold it much longer, I went in and locked the door I lifted my skirt over my arse , then hovered over the toilet with the tight knickers still on , I pulled the material away from my bum as didn’t have time to get them off as I was clenching my arsehole for dear life , as soon as the knicker material was way from my little arsehole as hot fart squirted out followed quickly by a turd that slowly crackled out of my bum another fart followed and another turd , more farts kept silently whispering out of my tight arse I could feel more poo in my arse and belly but nothing more would come out other than hot farts , I wiped my bum with one hand then moved the knickers back into place felt my arse in the knickers and was amazed how sexy they felt tight over my bum , I put my finger over the knickers where my arsehole was and farted another hot silent eggy fart it felt hot coming through the knickers , I smelled my finger its was hot sulphury egg . I pushed a few more farts out, to be honest they were just endless. I pulled my skirt over my bum flushed the 2 turds and paper and went back into the carriage. Pooping out the 2 turds seemed to have made some room I managed to hold the gas in my arse for the rest of the journey, I could feel it in my arsehole, but it was easier to hold. I got of the train , but as I walked with the crowd to the exit gates farts just wooshed into my knickers again, the walking movement made it hard to hold the built up hot gas , a fart around 90 seconds long silent and hot filled my knickers for the 20 plus time. I managed to empty my arse of farts by the time I got to work, my knickers felt very warm and were literally stuck to my arse and pussy.