Jenny's Lesbian Fart Obsession: Gym With a Friend

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She farted a few more times that night, nervously and shyly calling out each one. “I… I have to… fart… again” she said, almost crying from how disgusting it made her sound. Her parents would leave and she would bust a fart into her panties and choke on her own smell. MMMMMMMMMPPPPHHHHTTTT- she was having raspy toots tonight. She pondered for a second and wondered if it would have even hurt- she pinched the skin of her new appendage and winced at the sting. Yes, she could feel it. She could also wiggle it about a little by concentrating on it. She sat on her bed, her tail unfurling behind her. She felt another rumble and decided to let it out before thinking about it- she lifted her right ass cheek off the bed and PPPPRRRRMMMMMMMMMSPLRRRRRRBBBLLLRT- it started as a moist, long toot and ended on a deep bubbly note. She recoiled in horror, remembering her last fart. This one was just as smelly ,and she gagged when it got to her nose. She tried fanning it away, but to no avail. She got up and left her room, moving to the other end and downstairs of her house. It wasn't long before the entire house was full of the potent aroma, and the stink lasted several minutes before finally dissipating. All the while, Sarah gasped and coughed on her own disgusting fart. The stink must have come from being skunklike, and she was sure she had been cursed by the fortune shop woman. Sarah felt a rumble in her gut, she had to fart- she was terribly shy about farting, she rarely farted in front of her parents. She would find an empty room and let it rip as quietly as possible. Fortunately for her, though, she only farted about five or six times a day. This one would be he her first today, and she couldn't hold it anymore, she had been holding it since lunch at school. She walked into the corner as far away from the old woman as she could get before letting it out slowly in tiny, quiet pops and the occasional wet toot. One rainy Thursday afternoon, after a particularly uninteresting math class, Sarah began her usual walk home. As she passed by the stores and shops she normally passed, looking around at the scenery and enjoying the soft scent of the rain, she noticed something unusual- a fortune shop had appeared where there was nothing before. Or maybe it hadn't- she usually walked home with her nose in a book, she had probably just missed it before.

Sam loved this girl. Well, maybe love wasn’t the best word- but she did love the immense gas this girl had. Sam had always had a fetish for farting, and she had discovered that she was bisexual several years earlier. She looked for every opportunity to use the bathrooms at school in the hopes that one of the other girls would fart in there- she had even gone out with one of her friends, who she had “converted” into the fetish. And then there was Sarah- she cut the most powerful farts sam had ever smelled- including her own. It had been torture over the night, listening to her farts and smelling them from so far away- even though they spread powerfully and potently, they were never the same as directly from the source. She felt an itch on her butt, so she reached down to scratch it. While her hand was down there, she felt the need to fart again. She let it out on her hand, both liked and was grossed out by the feel of it rumble out over her hand. BRRRRRRMMMMPPP She felt disgusting to admit it to herself, but if it wasn’t for the cruel smell, she would actually enjoy pushing out farts. The smell hit her and she coughed. Her lungs burned. She couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to be facefarted with that potency. She thought of how it must have smelled to be that old woman. She deserved it for cursing her, and she loved the thought of how terrible it must have been for her. She pushed out two more small pops and imagined that old hag’s face being there, and all the other people who had been mean to her over the years. She imagined forcing them to smell her stinky, inhuman(e) farts all day, punishing them for their cruelty.

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pretty smelly down there, isn’t it sis?” she asked, returning her sister’s taunts. She pushed out another short one. BRRRRRLLLT BBRLLLT BLLLT She wasn’t sure if this was phyiscally possible, considering the pressure and volume that must be between her asscheeks and sister’s nose. Then again, skunk tails weren’t a common occurence either. Weeks later, in between classes, I see Danabelle walk towards me and a group of friends. We were all smoking cigarettes and drinking coffees outside the building. She directly asked me if I can roll her one. I oblige and begin rolling one of my signature rolls. As I’m putting the tobacco and filter in the paper I hear her talking about how much her stomach was hurting her that morning and sits down on the floor Indian style. She begins moaning and rubs her tummy as I hand her the cigarette.

yes, I can do things like this," said the old woman. "so, how's your new power working for you?" she asked, grinning slyly. Sarah had been holding in her gas since her mother had asked her for a warning- she was to nervous and shy to say it. The gas chose this moment to erupt into the hard wooden chair. BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNTTTTTTTTTTTTTPTPTPTPtttpptt- it lasted at least 7 seconds and the stink filled the room before it stopped rumbling out of her petite body. Her tail, which she left untied as her family now knew about it, tensed as she released her blast. Aside from the fact that she had just busted massive ass (or helped by it), she looked extremely cute, her face flushed from embarassment and the massive amount of gas she had released. Her parents promptly stood up and rushed out of the building, not daring to reenter for a good 6 minutes. If only she had a permenant fart-sniffer, to keep away the smell… but who would ever do that? She would have to pay hundreds for someone to go through that sort of torture…then, PRRRAAAAAPPPP- she let loose a gigantic, slightly wet ripper. Sam sniffed loudly, seeming to like the fart as well! “How unusual” thought sarah, but she wasn’t going to question the motives of the one lifting her burden.

Sarah woke up in the morning, and groggily sat up and threw her legs over the edge of her bed. Sam was awake and reading a book. Sarah decided to take a shower, so she told her plan to sam. She ripped her morning gas into her mattress- it was extremely juicy and bubbly and lasted at least 10 seconds. “eww sarah! I’m glad you didn’t cut that one on me!” sam cried. Sarah giggled, then cringed at the smell and walked out of her room to the bathroom. Sarah returned home, clutching in her hand the placebos she knew would do nothing. Her mother insisted that it was medicine and that it would help, but Sarah was smart enough to realize that there was no such thing as skunk-tail medicine and that they had undoubtedly given them sugar pills or vitamins to make it look like they knew what they were doing. She ran up to her room to watch TV or do homework, as she did every night. eventually, several farts each later, they went to bed. Sarah farted several times in her sleep, and couldn’t help but imagine Sam’s face behind them. She was sure that sam was enjoying them from the other end of the room. Sarah couldn’t believe her sister was actually calling these bad! They were almost pleasant! She remembered her own gas problem when she felt a tiny bubble pressing against her ass. She pushed out a series of hard pops- PRRUP PRUP PRP PRUP- Then she understood- she was so used to her own terrible gas that her sister’s no longer had an effect on her! Her sister caught wind of the fart and began coughing. “GROSS! Was that mine?!” she cried, looking appauled. Sarah used her sister’s temporary confusion to get out from under her ass, and pushed her down onto the bed. She sat down onto her face, her ass covered only by the thin panties she had slept in, ready for some revenge for all the farts she put up with.enough!" yelled sarah, surprised at her own wrath. She pushed the old woman into the wall with her ass, smothering the old woman. "you will tell me how to cure it, or I'll tortue you with your own stupid idea of power!" she yelled. The woman though for a second and replied- During my time in university I met this nice girl, let’s call her Danabelle. Before meeting her my friends called her “Gordita” based off of her physique. She was a 4”11 chubby American girl with nice brown hair and a boisterous personality. She had a nice apartment that was passed down from her parents, that all my friends used to chill at before heading to the club. After the fart, she let out a big sigh and said that she was holding that one in for a long time. Her friend concerned about her farting around a guy goes, “maybe you shouldn’t do that around him.” The last fart from her came after eating at a friends thanksgiving dinner. As you most probably know, that thanksgiving is the best time for eproctophiliacs since the big meal produces a lot of gas for most people. Arriving at the dinner, I say hi to Danabelle and tells me she made some sort of cheese casserole. Me not knowing what a casserole was, asked her about it. She told me that I need to try it and gave me the list of ingredients in the dish. I don’t remember everything that was put in it but I remember there was broccoli and a lot of cheese. She went downstairs to eat, her parents had brought home pizza. She decided that greasy food would be a bad combination with her already disgusting gas, so she made herself a salad.

no, I'm fine" said sarah. She had almost finished her salad when she felt the urge to fart again, and it was powerful. She jumped up from the table and ran to the stairs. About half way up, the urge reached it's pinnacle, and she stopped to avoid letting it out. She lifted her leg to take another step up, but the movement caused the fart to slip out into a quiet, juice-filled rasp- PPPPLLLLPRRRRRMMMMVVVVVVVVTTtttttt- she managed to quell the tide at half, and gasped as the smell reached her- she could not get used to farts this stinky, each one burned her nose and lungs; she thought she was going to die. Within seconds, the smell hit the downstairs dining room, and she heard her parents coughing and choking, blaming eachother for the powerful stink. She ran to her room, embarrassed. She untied her tail and laid in bed, feeling disgusting for her horrible fart problem. The other half of the fart which she had managed to subside began churning again. The smell was already potent in her room, and she didn't care anymore. laying sideways to avoid crushing her tail, she let it rip into her blankets. PRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTSLPLLTTT, she cringed at the liquid-sounding ripper. The aroma hit her hard, being all pent up in the blanket. She burrined her nose in her pillow, but the incredible fart permeated through the fabric and into her lungs. She eventually went to sleep, between gut-wrenching farts. BBBBLLLRRRNT, BRRRRMP, BLRT, PRRRRIIIiiiiIIIPP- she let loose a series of moist farts into her bankets, each one filling the entire house with intense sulfur.To which Danabelle replies, “Oh don’t worry, I know Pablo (me) absolutely loves my farts!” Staring at me with a suspicious, yet seductive face. After the dinner and drinking a lot of wine, I head out to the balcony to smoke. To my surprise there was Danabelle sitting on the one metal chair with a friend of hers sitting on top. As I was smoking she asked how the casserole was and I told her it was great. She was smiling and said to me she was glad. Moments later she expressed how badly she needed to fart and let two rip simultaneously. Her mother walked in and coughed on the fumes (though they spread through the house alarmingly, the smell was most concentrated closer to the source), she tried to wave the smell away. “your sister just called,” she said, “ she’s coming over for a few days, so we’re making up the guest bedroom for her…. And from now on, do you think you could warn us before you have to…flatulate?” she asked, embarrassed. “the smell is pretty bad, and we would like a head start…” Sarah simply flushed and looked away. At dinner, her father brought up her curse again. “ Sarah, we want you you to know that we still love and respect you, even if you have this… illness. We still accept you and will stand by you through it. Ok sweetheart?” not good enough!" said sarah, feeling cruel. RRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNTTTTTT She unleashed her gas into the woman's face, the force going through the old woman and into the wall, causing them to tremble impressively. Sarah laughed as the old woman turned red from the smell, she wiggled her ass cruelly, to smear the smell in. her tail had wrapped around the woman's face. Sarah noticed in glee that when it did so, it created a nearly airtight container- she could barely smell any of the horrible fart. The old woman was forced to smell all of it, farts that could fill a house, confined to a half-inch of space between her asscheeks