Jenny's Lesbian Fart Obsession: Gym With a Friend

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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 scent of the smelly thanksgiving blast hits her friend. She gets up from Danabelle’s lap and says “you stink and leave”. After which I put out my cigarette and proceeded to go inside. 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. 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. 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.”

Danabelle with a sad face said “I’m sorry don’t leave me, I know I’m gross.” To which I reply, “It’s okay Danabelle, I’m not leaving cus you farted but because I really need to pee (which was true)”. She decided to unleash all of her pent up gas and splatter her sister’s face. She had ripped splatter farts before, by accidentally pushing too hard. Now she would do it intentionally. She pushed her weight down and squeezed out the last of her gas- SPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRLLLLLLTTTTTTTT- it was clearly wet, and sarah almost stood up to run into the bathroom to wipe. She stopped herself in time though, remembering the stink that would await her if she did. “I’ll make you a deal sis… sniff my farts until the smell is gone, and I’ll let you go. If you lie and I stand up and the smell gets out, then I’ll just have to keep you here for the rest of the weekend…” she slowly ground her ass into her sister’s face, to emphasize the point. She relished the tiny, soft squishing noise it made as she smeared the fart stained panties over her face. She giggled as she heard her sister take a deep, long sniff, undoubtedly in an attempt to get rid of the gas faster.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. 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. 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- First time meeting her she was really friendly towards me. Giving me a big hug and complementing me on what I was wearing. This became a reoccurring theme, I swear even if I was not feeling my best that day she would always be excited to see me and dish out some compliments (I guess she had a crush on me). and then, this morning, Sarah just cut the nastiest fart she had ever heard! She needed a deep, long sniff from as close to the source as she could get. She looked down the hall, making sure sarah was gone. Then, she knelt before the spot on the bed sarah had farted on, and took a deep sniff. The sulfur filled her, and she loved it- it was so intense! And she remembered the powerful, bubbly sound it had made, all from this cute, normal girl! She almost creamed her panties at the thought.

yes, I can do things like this," said the old woman. "so, how's your new power working for you?" she asked, grinning slyly. 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. 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.

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. 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 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. 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. 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