"Alright Kids Stay Safe!" You Heard The Dilf On The Bench Next To Yours Say. You'd Been Eyeing Him Up

"Alright kids stay safe!" You heard the dilf on the bench next to yours say. You'd been eyeing him up during your whole lunch but he hadn't really noticed you being distracted by his kids. Now they'd gone off to play though you wondered if you could make a move. Your brain ceased coherent thoughts however as you saw him adjust his position and inadvertently flex his denim-clad ass cheeks. He kept on adjusting himself seeming uncomfortable until he raised up his ass a little.

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The fart echoed against the park bench and the stink soon followed reaching your nose. The man looked around sighing until he noticed your shocked expression.

"Oh sorry there boy." Even if he farted his deep southern accent was still so sexy. "Beans for breakfast always makes me fire off!"

"Oh, it's fine.." You stammered, it wasn't really fine, it stunk but you weren't gonna offend this undeniably sexy man no matter how gassy he was.

"Thanks for understanding boy." The way he called you boy made you shiver. He walked over to your bench and sat next to you offering his massive rugged hand for you to shake. You took his hand a little too quickly as you introduced yourselves.

"Your kids seem sweet." You regained a little composure.

"Hah yeah they sure are, that's why I'm keeping them safe from the gas." He grabbed an ass cheek making you blush a little. "Also the reason why I'm now single." He chuckled lightheartedly. You smiled a little at this new information.

You laughed along with him. "Ah well it's a guy thing isn't it." You cocked a knee in his direction hoping to impress him.

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The blast felt warm against your ass and you were proud of yourself. The smell was pretty raunchy too. To your surprise the older man openly sniffed in your direction sighed satisfied after he got a good whiff.

"Whew boy after a few lessons you could be as stinky as me!" He patted you on the back, his hand lingered making you blush again.

He pointed a finger in your direction. "Pull it if you dare boy." Even if you knew it would stink, you doubted there was nothing you wouldn't do if this guy was asking.

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The smell around your bench grew dense as the fart cloud aimed in your direction invaded your nose. You coughed harshly as he laughed.

"Hah should have gotten you to brace yourself." After coughing you maybe stared at his tight ass still aimed at you a bit too long. "Or maybe you want another?" He winked suggestively.

You were blindsided, your brain still not functioning right, the fart stench was probably getting to you. "Uhhhhh..." you just looked up at him.

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You swore you could see his cheeks rumbling as the dense stink became exponentially stronger making you grip your nose as you dry heaved.

"Heh took your silence as permission." He took a deep whiff once more. "Nothing beats your own brand!" He huffed. You couldn't help it, that ass and masculine stench was making you hard.

"Just as I thought." He has seen the tent you'd pitched. He explored his pockets and pulled out a crumpled business card. You grabbed it still in recovery but still eager. You rolled your eyes reading it, of course he was a farmer. "In case you want those fart classes." He winked again rubbing your thigh.

"Daddy, daddy!" Before you could reply you both heard the sound of the two kids approaching.

He quickly changed demeanour. "Wait over there kids!" He got up letting out a sharp puff of gas in your direction. "This stink is just for you to enjoy." As you watched him walk out of the rancid gas cloud he'd created you tried to slow your beating heart wondering how long you'd have to wait before getting your first lesson.

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imagine this: you fill up your sub with awful foods that make them super gassy and then force them to hold it alllll in until you cock warm them later <333 and you just slowly feel them break and fart all over you anyway because no matter how plugged up they get , it HAS to come out.

OR you finally pull out and their hole becomes so stretched out that they just immediately unload the worst farts all over you

kinda wanna be fed a full can of baked beans washed down with cream before being taken to a fast food restaurant to be stuffed

i’ll already have squirming, aching, bloated insides by the time you have me waddled into the restaurant, and my forehead will be tinged with sweat from the combination of being so heavy, and the growing gas bubbles inside me.

my feeder sits me down at a table - i don’t fit in the booths, the metal chairs barely hold up under my weight, and my wide rear spills over each side, but it’s a place to rest and rub my angry belly.

soon my feeder is back with two laden trays, and i greedily stuff fries in my mouth with sausage fingers despite the ache in my gut. handfuls go down, and i’ve finished one flimsy cardboard container before i reach for a burger. the first greasy bite has been stuffed down my gullet and i belch through the mouthful as a college-age girl from a few tables over gives me a dirty look.

i eagerly chew another oversized bite of the burger in my chipmunk cheeks as the surprise gas works its way down and out of me in a purring, short toot.

“excuse me,” i manage, mouth full, but the last word is drowned out by a louder, building groan of a fart works its way out of my enormous ass, echoing loudly off the vinyl seat.

“oh, good piggy,” my feeder grins, leaning in. “i bet that felt really good, didn’t it, baby?” i nod eagerly as they pick up the burger and push it toward my eager mouth. “the less gas you have in that tummy, the more room for calories. and we want calories, don’t we piggy?” i confirm by pushing out a purring fart. i can’t bring myself to care about the other disgusted diners and staff, it just feels too good.

thinking about a person being so gassy that their ass leaks farts like a faucet. any time they aren’t clenching their asshole, these hot burning silent farts are slowly hissing out of them. & they’re almost inaudible, but they smell like spicy death. like they’d burn the hair in yr nostrils if you got too close. the poor person trying to discreetly rub their belly to soothe the cramps, knowing that holding them in only makes it worse. but if they let loose, everyone would not only smell but also hear their raunchy emissions from across the room. they try to sit still, maybe doing whatever little things they can to avoid losing control. wiggling from side to side, pressing their ass into their seat, sticking their hand between their legs & pressing against their hole. eventually they have to move, maybe they drop something or stumble a little as they stand & their body lurches forward. they grip their tummy out of reflex & groan uncontrollably as a disgustingly bubbly fart rips through them & blasts whatever unfortunate souls are within a 6 foot radius.

scat below the cut :)

the first blast is only a premonition of what’s to come. as the pent up methane leaves their belly, it starts to churn up more than just gas. they desperately clench again & apologize profusely to those around them as they sprint to find a bathroom. each step is agonizing, & also releases pops of rancid gas as they get closer & closer to completely losing control. when they finally reach the restroom, their jaw drops at the hastily scrawled “out of order” sign. as if in defiance, their tummy growled as they felt a large mass make its way down towards the exit. they knew they weren’t gonna last much longer. their eyes watered as they frantically search their surroundings for something, anything, that may spare their underwear from destruction (if it’s not already marked with more than just sweat). what they might choose in their desperate mindset…. who knows. their embarrassment can’t get any worse, right? maybe they break into the broken bathroom & fill the non-operating toilet to the brim. maybe the door is locked & they drop their pants right in front of it & leave a steaming gift in front of the inconvenient sign. maybe there’s an (also out of order) drinking fountain that’s the perfect height to bend over & let loose into. maybe they spot a potted plant & give it a little extra fertilizing. so many possibilities :)

I want a bro to use me as an ass pillow while they do something lax, like playing video games or reading a book or something

letting all their farts purr and bubble out onto my face, stuck in their cheeks, faintly hearing their soft moans and sighs of relief, feeling one of their hands push my head in deeper before they let rip

all warm n sweaty n disgusting like 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴

(probably wouldn't mind if they started to do something else too tho, like 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫)

Heyy, 💨 here (this is the same gal from like the billion other asks)! Omg I remembered a little gassy incident I had a while ago that is even turning me on thinking about it and I thought I’d share, judging by how much you seem to love me talking about my farts and my love for them.

Anyways, so I went with some friends to the movies a while ago, and we got pizza before it as well as ice cream (I don’t know if you remember but I’m very lactose intolerant, but I drink/eat it anyways because I love how gassy it makes me and the farts that come with it ☺️) anyways, so we’re walking to the movie theaters after our meal and my stomach is already bubbling like crazy. And my god was I turned on, I did hide it tho.

So while we’re walking I let out a few and holy shit were these good. They were super wet and bubbly and almost sounded like they were boiling, and felt really warm and kinda spicy. Anyways, no one noticed luckily most likely because of the skin tight jeans I was wearing that hugged my ass and kinda muted the sound. So we get to the theater and I feel a brigade of farts pushing up against my asshole, and now I’m kinda worried because judging from how sour and eggy those last farts were, I knew it was only gonna get worse. So I hold it in and the second we get into the movie theater (which was packed) and get to our seats, I’m already squirming in my seat trying to hold this gas in. I was only able to hold it for about 5 minutes before I ripped this absolute MONSTER of a fart. And at the time I was embarrassed but thinking about it from what I remember turned me the fuck on. It was super bassy, very wet to the point where it sounded like it was literally just liquid shit that was boiling, and my god was it loud. The second this thing finishes and I look around, people are staring and I wanted to DIE. I could hear people around me gagging, and my friends laughing their asses off, while I, am sitting, turned on and embarrassed. So I run to the bathroom and when I pulled down my pants and sat down it was really bad diarrhea. Like BAD. And when I looked at the damage in my panties, it was super messy in there and I had a small wet stain on my jeans. And once I finished, I sniffed my underwear, satisfied my fetish, and went back to watch the movie. I did fart like 7 other times and had to go to the bathroom at lease 2 times after that, but my god was that fucking amazing. Anyways, as always have an amazing day, and I have WAY more fart stories if you want them. 🤭

also, your last ask response to the other anon talking about farting in public had me horny as hell girl. Love ya!

my gosh that’s soooooo hot. I totally would’ve comforted you, rubbed your belly to have helped you push it out. Then follow you to the bathroom 🤭

I love the bassy ones like they’re so hotttttt. I can just imagine the looks and stares you got from that monster of a fart. That’s so hot. I’m curious did anyone notice the wet stain in your jeans? How big was it?

Anyway you’re so hot and totally my tumblr crush