What If You Were Going Down On A Cute Trans Girl And She Accidentally Farted, But Noticed How Much You

What if you were going down on a cute trans girl and she accidentally farted, but noticed how much you enjoy it. She quickly pins you down with her ass in your face and UNLEASHES the storm thats been brewing in her guts. Like minute long farts pumped straight into your nose. Maybe she decides to help you jerk off, but every time she farts she speeds up just a little.

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the thought of someone realizing that i’m into them farting + using it against me is like. A+ tier

Oh to be some pervy CEOs naive secretary.... He's obsessed with every part of me...especially my cute round belly and my fat ass that barely fits in my pencil skirts anymore. It's not my fault! He's sooooo nice and keeps treating me to lunch and bringing me snacks at my desk!

One day he spikes my coffee with laxatives and watches as I pout and whine as my belly gurgles and roars. He instructs me to bend over his desk while I fart my poor brains out

"Don't worry sweetie, it'll feel better this way" he sees as he pushes up my skirt and starts fondling my ass as I rip against him....soon his grinding himself away against my ass, cuumming in his suit as I whimper about how bad I need to excuse myself with each wet, hot burst...

“get up, baby.”

“i can’t,” i whine, a belch escaping. i place a hand on my swollen stomach and look up at you. “i just…hn…ate…my weight in fast food.”

“not quite,” you tease, reaching down and giving one of my ample love handles a shake. i release a louder, sloppier burp and sigh.

“get up, piggy,” you insist again, offering out your hands this time. i lift my ham-like arms with as much effort as i can muster and take your hands. all my flesh shifts forward as you help lift my upper half. i inch upward, the enormous pressure in my gut paining me as i lift upward.

as my belly begins to droop between my thighs, i can feel a sharp, growing ache that culminates into an angry, tremendous fart tearing through the air under my bulk. i collapse back against the softness of the bed, gasping for air as an even bigger, bubblier expulsion rumbles out of me, taking its time exiting my blubberous, fattened rear and tickling my thighs as i moan with relief.

“whew! feel better?” you ask with a grin and a cocked eyebrow. “keep it up. i’m gonna order delivery.”

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

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I'm about to embarrass myself with these thoughts hehe I think I got a good prompt out of this one

Your fave is on a carousel. They have been walking around with their friends at the carnival, snacking on greasy carnival food all day. Your fave has been holding back a huge amount of gas, and when they get on the gently-moving carousel ride, they can't help but rip long, burbling farts against the seat that drone on and on, petering off with warm and wet bubbles against their now moist jeans. Each release feels almost orgasmic, every bassy toot that vibrates the seat, every wet, fetid fart that lasts 10 seconds, and the occasional hot, hissing fart that rids their stomach ache. Once they get off the carousel, their queasy stomach now feels much better.

But their friends, some of which were sitting behind your fave, tease them about how gassy they were and how badly the carousef stunk. It's up to you to decide whether your fave is embarrassed, or if they're too relieved to care

Bonus: The people who get on next comment on how awful it smells now. And even the person sitting on the ride your fave sat on comments how the seat is almost searing hot

Bonus Bonus: The ride needs to be closed down for a bit to get rid of the surrounding stink after many complaints

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.