By: ohdurr
THE FRT APP
“Tinder. Hinge. Bumble. All of these dating apps promise one thing: To meet your perfect person. So, you download one of these apps. Heck, you might even download a few. You get matches, and after a week, you really connect with someone, and you meet up for a first date. Does this sound familiar?”
The Skip Ad button pops up, but I don’t press it. My attention is piqued.
“You really hit it off! Date 2, 3 comes by, and a few weeks later you’re in her bed. You think you may be in love, and everything is great, except for one thing. She likes it vanilla. And you don’t like it vanilla. I mean, just look at the title of the video you’re watching.”
My lips quirk into a smile, and I chuckle.
“And, hey, I’m not judging you. I’m marketing to you. You have a fart fetish. And I have something just for you. It’s called ‘The FRT App’. It is exactly what it sounds like. It has a growing, diverse userbase. Men, Women, Transgender. Everyone is welcome to join the FRT Community. No judgment. No shame. Lots of gas. Download for free today.”
The ad ends, a button prompting me to download the app. I shrug my shoulders, thinking I have nothing to lose, and hit the download button. The app downloads in less than a minute, and I click open, and set up my profile. A few photos, prompts, and information about my sexual preferences later, the app finishes setting up my profile. I receive an email to activate my profile, which I do quickly. My profile is up and ready for business, and I scroll through the app.
BRENNA
My first profile I’m presented with is a person named Brenna, 21 years old. I smile a little bit, looking at her cute, freckled face, and read through her bio.
“My name is Brenna! When I’m by myself I love reading, watching TV shows and movies, drawing, and cooking. But with other people, it doesn’t matter what we do, I just love having a good time. I work at a pizza shop as a delivery person, but I am not very busy during the week. I would love to meet some new people! I have never met anyone into farting, so I am nervous about the community, but I want to get more involved! Please, don't hesitate to send me a message :)“
She seems nice. I scroll a little bit through her pictures, smiling. Her red hair frames her face nicely, and her smile melts my heart. Her pictures are simple: her with her dog, her with a friend at a lake, and a full body picture of her posing in front of a mirror, wearing a tank top, and yoga pants that really accentuate her cute, shapely ass.
I scroll down to the bottom of her profile, where the app makes everyone list their fetishes. The list for Brenna shows farting, facesitting, assplay, and feet. The foot one surprises me. I have never been a fan of feet, but it isn’t something I rule out.
I look at her profile for a few seconds longer, and swipe right. I immediately get a popup message that reads:
"You and Brenna have matched!”
A little heart icon flashes at the end of the notification, and I grin from ear to ear, excited. I hit the text bubble button on the notification, and it opens a chat with her.
"Hi! You seem really cute and fun! I loved your pictures What type of books do you read?”
I hit send on my message, and hope that it doesn't take her long to reply. I close the app, and try and distract myself from staring at my phone, but I am failing.
My phone lights up a minute later with a notification.
"Aww, Thank you so much! I have a soft spot for sci-fi and fantasy, but I am not very picky."
My eyes scan her reply quickly. My heart skips a beat in anticipation when I see a three dot message appear. Another reply comes in, and my smile widens.
"You're a scientist? How interesting! Tell me more. :P"
"Haha! I wish I was! I'm getting my bachelors majoring in Biology How about you?"
"Oooh! Smartypants. I am in between majors right now, trying to find out what I like. What do you plan on doing?"
“Right now my plan is to go to dental school after I graduate. What are you interested in studying?"
"That sounds awesome! I really love animals, but I'm not sure how I'd do being a veterinarian. I’m leaning towards a creative writing degree, but I don’t know yet. 🤷♀️”
"That is really cool! What type of books would you want to write?"
"I like fantasy the most, but I've always wanted to try a book about a strong woman taking on the world. You know, like, Wonder Woman or Black Widow, but less superhero-y, and more just regular girl, badass woman type."
"I can see that. That'd be pretty awesome. If you need some beta readers for that, let me know lol.”
“Wellllll, I do need a beta tester for something else if you’re up for it :P”
I chuckle as I read the message, and my face grows flush. My hands start to sweat a little bit, and my mouth becomes dry. My eyes scan her reply multiple times, making sure that I am not misreading something. I can't think of a way to reply to the message without coming off as weird, or desperate, and I sit and ponder a response for a good while, when she beats me to it.
"That was pretty bold. I'm sorry haha. You just seem pretty nice to talk to, and I am interested in the fetish, and I wasn't sure how to say that lol"
I feel a wave of relief, and type up my reply.
"Hey, it’s okay! How do I sign up to be said beta tester?”
"All I need is your phone number, and i’ll get you signed up ;)”
I send my phone number to her, and immediately I get a text with the words:
”Hey, It's Brenna!“
A grin spreads across my face, and my heart beats wildly in my chest, fluttering.
I text her back. "Hey!"
She immediately replies. "Want to FaceTime?”
"Sure!"
Her icon lights up with an incoming FaceTime call, and I swipe the green accept button to answer it. I immediately get a view of her from above. Her red hair falls past her shoulders, and her big brown eyes light up when she sees me. Her lips curl up in a big, cute grin when she sees me.
"Hi, Haco!”
My stomach flips, and I smile widely at her, my lips parting to say hi, but not knowing what to say.
"H-Hi," I say, stumbling on my words.
She giggles, and my face grows a darker shade of red, my embarrassment making me stammer over my words.
"Hey, no need to be nervous. I'm not going to bite. Yet." She laughs at her last remark, and I do too. "I like your hair. What shampoo do you use?"
I'm thrown off by the question, but I answer quickly, "Just a shampoo I picked up from Target a while back. Method? I think? It comes in a green bottle.”
"I should try it. It looks so nice on you."
"Thanks, yours looks super cute, too!"
We fall into easy conversation. I learn more about her: She's originally from Wisconsin, her family moved here when she was little, her favorite movie is WALL-E, and her favorite animal is a beaver.
"Well, we can't just go through this whole conversation and not tell me what it's like to be a scientist," she says playfully, grinning.
I laugh. "Well, I am in my junior year of my Biology major. It's... fun?" I pause. "Well, not really. It's really stressful."
"Oh? How so?" She asks, raising her eyebrows in interest.
I laugh nervously. "It's... a lot. Like, there are just so many tests, and you're so busy all the time, it feels like it'll never end. It's really not that bad, it just feels like I have so much work."
She giggles at that.
"That sounds stressful! You know, there are a few things I do to relieve stress. Want me to show you?"
She gives me a mischievous grin, and my breath hitches in my throat. I nod excitedly.
"I need a verbal answer, Haco," she teases, running a hand through her hair and pulling it out of her eyes, exposing the soft curve of her jaw and neck.
"Yes, I do!"
She gives a satisfied smile at my answer. She turns around, and lays her phone down on something. I see the ceiling and her bedroom light for a second before I get a good view of her ass. The view is fantastic. Her ass is covered with a thin, dark grey yoga pant material. I see every curve and shape, every jiggle of her ass when she moves, every bit of her. I watch her as she sways her hips from side to side. I stare intently, unable to move my eyes.
"Like what you see?" She asks playfully, wiggling her hips in the cameras direction.
My mouth falls open slightly. I can only nod in response, which she chuckles at. Her face contorts into a look of concentration, and a second later...
BRRPOOOORT!
The sound of her fart explodes through her phone's speaker. A few seconds of silence fall on both of us. My dick gets instantly hard, and a grin forms on my face. She turns around to look at me, her eyes full of excitement and her lips curling up into a grin.
"So, you like what you saw? I really enjoyed your face." She laughs. "I've never had someone... look at my butt like that. I kind of like it."
"That was hot! You're amazing. Like... Wow. I have to find a word for it, it's not coming to me," I reply, flustered.
She laughs, a blush creeping up to her face, "Thanks. I have a lot more where that came from if you want to meet up and... 'beta test'." She makes air quotes with her hands around 'beta test' and smirks at me.
My heart skips a beat, and my stomach flips, butterflies fluttering through. "Y-Yeah, I'd love that! Do you want to do something today? Like... In an hour? Two? Whenever you're available."
She grins at my answer. "An hour is perfect." She winks.
My dick gets a little hard at her wink.
"See you then! Byeee."
She hangs up on FaceTime, leaving me excited and ready for the night.
---
An hour later I show up at her place. A cute house with a cute door, a cute front yard, everything just so... cute. It really fits Brenna, and her personality. I knock on the door, and the cute Brenna opens the door with her cute smile. Her red hair is tied into a cute ponytail, her freckled face glowing with excitement, her lips curved into a smile.
"Hey, Haco! It's so nice to see you! Come on in."
She gestures for me to come in, and I follow. Her home smells like vanilla and cinnamon, which I assume is a candle. The home is cute: a light blue couch is situated in the middle of a living room. A flat screen TV is mounted on a wall with pictures and art of people and scenery hanging beside it. She guides me to her couch, and I take a seat, watching her. She sits on her knees, looking at me. She looks cute and anxious, her eyes full of wonder, and excitement. Her fingers twiddle around one another. She breaks the silence.
"I've never... I've never done something like this. So, I'm a little nervous," she laughs. "But... I really want to do this with you."
I blush at her compliment. "Me either. It's exciting. I think it'll be a lot of fun. What... what do you want to do?"
"Well," she pauses. "I want to be able to sit on your face. You seem so… I don't know. Cute. And I feel comfortable with you. You seem like a person I'd want to... Sit on. But we don't have to! I know I just met you." She blushes furiously and looks away.
I chuckle a little bit. "That'd be a great start. I've never had anyone sit on my face."
Her eyes light up with excitement. "Really?"
"Yeah, it'll be a new experience. For both of us.”
She looks at me for a moment, as if to assess me, and nods her head. "Let's do this! Let's do it." Her voice sounds like a pep talk to herself. She gets up, and stands over me, a little shy and nervous. I sit back and look up at her, looking up at her with admiration. Her stomach is toned and shapely. A small belly button sits just above the hem of her yoga pants.
"Do you like what you see?" she asks shyly, smiling and running a hand through her hair.
"I think you know the answer," I grin.
She smirks and lets out a small laugh. Her fingers hook onto her yoga pants and slowly start to pull them down. They come off of her legs easily, revealing a pair of light grey cotton panties. The fabric clings to the round curve of her ass. The fabric pulls between her cheeks, accentuating the curve and shape of her butt. She wiggles her hips from side to side. My mouth opens and my heart flutters wildly, beating a hundred miles per hour.
"Ready for a treat?"
"God, yes," I murmur, my mouth suddenly dry.
She turns around, exposing the light grey panties from the back. I get an up close, and personal look at the plush, round curves of her ass. The way the panties cling to her cheeks drives me wild with lust, my dick getting hard.
"This is gonna be so fun," she giggles, wiggling her hips playfully. She starts to bend over, giving me an amazing view. Her panties start to ride up in the crack of her ass, the light fabric barely able to cover all of her ass. She turns to look at me, a smirk on her face, and winks. She takes a few steps back, connecting my face with her ass. She pauses for a second. The anticipation builds, and my stomach is in knots, my body tense with excitement. A second later, I am rewarded.
pfpfffffppfptpp!
Her ass releases a very airy fart directly into my face. It smells like stale garlic bread, but I can barely think. My head gets light and dizzy, my dick harder than it's ever been before. I let out a little whimper.
She pauses, and turns around to face me. "Everything okay?"
I nod frantically, wanting more, unable to say a word.
"Do you want... more?" She teases.
I nod my head quickly. She grins widely.
"You have no idea how much I have in store for you," she chuckles. "Now, lie down on your back. I'm ready to have some fun."
I do what I'm told, lying down on my back and looking up at the ceiling, nervous and excited all at the same time. She stands over me.
"Are you ready? You can stop me anytime you want." She sounds sincere and caring.
I smile at that, and give her a thumbs up, nodding.
"Here goes nothing," she says to herself.
She drops her ass onto my face. The softness of her ass is warm and welcoming. The weight of it on my face is amazing. I'm surrounded by the plush, pillow-like feel of her cheeks. They're warm and soft. It's comforting and inviting. The soft feel of her panties pressed against my nose and face is amazing. She sits there for a few seconds, and then lets loose.
sssssprprpt!
The soft sound of her fart is almost inaudible. I smell her ass, the airy stink of garlic, onion and... something I can't quite place. It's... kind of good? It's definitely not the worst smell ever.
ssssssssssprprpprpprppprt!
This fart is a little longer than the first, the smell is a little stronger, too. The smell of onions lingers on my nose. My dick grows rock hard at this. I grab her cheeks and push them together, loving the soft, plush feeling of her ass. The feel of her cheeks pressing around my face is incredible.
"Eager, are we?" She laughs.
I can only reply with a muffled moan. I love the smell of her ass. It's starting to grow on me. Her smell, her ass. Everything is driving me crazy. She gets the message, and sits back on me a little more, relaxing. I can feel her tense up a little, her cheeks flexing and her thighs getting tense.
pppppbbbrrrppt!
This one is more audible, bubbly, and it has more of a kick. The smell hits my nose immediately, and it's strong. Onions and something... meaty.
She lifts her butt a little, and then sits on me a little harder.
pppffffffpt!
This one is quick. It doesn't smell bad at all, and my mind starts to associate this with her. The feel, the smell... It's so hot. Her cheeks flex around me, and I can tell that she's getting turned on. Her breaths are faster, and she starts to grind on my face slowly.
"How... How are you doing down there?" She asks, a little breathy, panting.
I respond with a moan, my mouth muffled by her ass. I squeeze her ass tightly, kneading and massaging her cheeks. They're soft and malleable under my hands.
"That feels so nice, Haco." Her voice is softer than before. More intimate. Her thighs squeeze a little around my head. "Do you want… some more stimulation?”
My dick is aching. It needs it so badly. I moan out, and nod my face.
"I'm going to take that as a yes. Hold on. I'm going to...” Her sentence trails off, but her movements don't. Her hands wander to my dick, which is hard and erect. My jeans are tight around my thighs. I feel her unbutton the fly, and slowly unzip. I help her a little bit, lifting my hips and she pulls off my jeans. A minute later, she pulls down my briefs, exposing my aching dick to her. I hear her chuckle when she sees it.
"Wow. You really love this, don't you?"
I nod.
"How long do you think you'll last if I start stroking it?" She asks. Her voice is teasing.
I can only reply with another muffled moan.
She giggles again, and then says, "Let’s find out, then."
The first stroke sends shockwaves throughout my body. My hips buck upwards into her hand, and I moan into her ass. Her soft hand strokes my cock at a steady pace, sending sparks up through my body.
sssppppprppfffrrrrpppt!
Her ass erupts again in another long fart. I feel the heat and dampness from the fart on my face. I can feel her panties sticking to me.
"Haco," she moans out.
"Mmhhmm?" I can't respond well. My mind is fuzzy, my brain clouded.
"I’m gonna… Take off my panties."
I feel her hand lift from my dick and she slips her thumbs into the sides of her panties and slowly pull them down. Her ass pulls away from my face a little bit as she pulls her panties down past her ass and legs, revealing her soft, plush butt. It's perfectly round and smooth, not a blemish in sight.
"Fuck, Brenna. Your ass is amazing," I moan out, my mouth not muffled by her ass anymore.
"Oh? You want it back?" She smirks and gives my dick a firm squeeze.
I yelp. "P-Please," I beg.
She chuckles. "So polite," she says before plopping her ass right back on my face. My nose gets sandwiched between her cheeks, the warm, wet skin of her asshole pressing against my lips.
"Haco. You're so good with your words. You're going to have to show me that tongue," she teases. “Can you do that for me?”
My tongue immediately snakes out of my mouth, licking the damp, sweaty crack of her ass. She gives a satisfied hum in response, grinding against my face, encouraging me. I run my tongue down her ass, tracing a circle around her asshole with the tip. It tastes sour and musky. The taste is a little disgusting, but the feel and her reaction are hot as all hell.
She starts to stroke my cock again, her hand wrapping around the base. I groan as she strokes me, and lick her asshole in response, trying to keep up with her strokes. I press my lips to her puckered hole, kissing it gently.
"Haco, that... that feels really good. You're so good with your mouth," she praises me.
I smile into her ass and keep going. Her strokes become a little faster. My body gets more tense with every stroke. Her strokes feel amazing.
"I'm so close," I moan into her ass. My words come out muffled, my face pressed up against her butt.
"You want me to finish you off with my ass, Haco? You want me to end this by letting one last fart out while you cum all over yourself? Hm?" She teases.
Her words make me shiver and buck my hips up into her hand, groaning into her ass. I lick her asshole again, giving it a gentle suck, and nod into her cheeks.
“Open your mouth wide, Haco. Get ready. This is gonna be big."
She continues stroking me, her hand a blur. My dick feels like it's going to explode.
She tenses up and I see her butt clench up tightly. My mouth falls open in anticipation.
BRRRRRAPPPTT!
Her butt erupts loudly into my open mouth, a 4 second long blast of hot air shooting into my open mouth, the sour tang of her gas hitting my taste buds. My stomach drops and my balls tighten up. I groan and my hips buck up into her hand one last time and my cock twitches, shooting thick ropes of cum all over her hand, and my shirt. I let out a deep breath and let my hips fall back down onto the couch. My vision gets fuzzy and my ears feel like they're plugged with cotton, and everything starts to fade away.
I pass out under her ass.
---
When I come to, Brenna is lying next to me in a bed which I can only assume is hers, with her arm over my chest. The side of her face is nuzzled into my neck, snoring lightly. Her red hair tickles my nose a little. She wakes up shortly after me, blinking slowly, and looking up at me.
"Hey, sleepyhead. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm okay. Sorry for... passing out there."
"No, no, no," she assures me, shaking her head and moving her hand up and down my arm, comforting me. "Don't apologize. I... I thought I killed you for a second," she laughs, smiling.
I chuckle with her, smiling at the thought. "No, that was... really incredible."
She gives a pleased sigh and nuzzles her head into my chest a little bit. "Good. I'm glad. It was incredible. You were amazing." She plants a light kiss on my cheek. "And... If you want to do that again sometime... I wouldn't be opposed."
My smile grows wider. "That... That would be nice. I'd like that. A lot. Maybe... we could get lunch and then do something fun after? Just an idea," I suggest, looking over at her.
She giggles softly. "I think I would like that."
My eyes grow heavy and my eyelids close, my breathing slow.
"Sounds like a date, then."
She doesn't reply, her light snoring the only sound I hear as we both drift off into a light slumber.
KAMALI
A few left swipes pass before I see someone that really catches my eye. Her name is Kamali, and she is absolutely beautiful. A curly, short afro sits on top of her head. Her brown skin is smooth and radiant. Her eyes are dark, her lips are plump and juicy, and her breasts are a little bit larger than a handful. She looks absolutely stunning.
Unfortunately, though, her profile is kind of sparse. She only has two photos, and they are both from the chest up, giving no real clue as to what her body looks like. In fact, all of her information is sparse. Her bio simply says “23. 📍267. Your queen.” I scroll a little more and see her listed fetishes, and there’s only one: “Ass Worshipping.”
I shrug and right swipe her. Within a few moments, a popup appears that tells me that we matched. I see her photo and profile in the inbox, and I send her a message.
“Hi, Kamali. How are you?”
Her reply is nearly immediate:
“Fine, baby. Wbu?"
I smirk at her message and reply:
“I was doing okay. Now, though, I think I might be doing a little better. ;)"
Her response is instant:
"Ooh, I like that. Let's chat."
For the next several hours, I am glued to the FRT app, chatting with Kamali. We talk about our interests, our backgrounds, and eventually, we talk about the reason we have the app in the first place.
"So, tell me, baby," she says. "Do you want to have fun with me tonight? "
I read her message, and my cock grows a bit, just enough for me to feel it. I smirk to myself.
"Hell yes I do."
Her next message reads:
"Tell you what. Meet me at this address in one hour, and I'll make this night worth your while. "
She sends an address, which I quickly plug into my maps app, and the estimated arrival is forty-five minutes. I type out a quick response.
"I'll be there in an hour. <3 "
She sends me back a thumbs-up emoji. I hop out of bed, grab my clothes and towel, and head to the shower. I spend a quick ten minutes scrubbing myself down. Once I'm done, I wrap the towel around my waist, walk to my bedroom, and quickly put on some casual wear: A pair of grey jeans, a white t-shirt, a pair of grey sneakers.
Once I am dressed, I head to the front door and grab my keys, and wallet, stuffing them in my pockets, and leave my house, getting in my car, and begin my journey to see Kamali.
Fourty minutes later (with a bit of speeding), I arrive at Kamali's address, which turns out to be a townhouse. I pull into her driveway and send her a message on the FRT app, telling her that I am at her house, and a moment later, her front door opens, revealing Kamali. My eyes go wide in disbelief.
Kamali is not what I thought she would look like. She is...big. Incredibly, ridiculously big. Her stomach protrudes far in front of her, with a significant love-handle bulging out to each side. Her hips are wider than I could've ever imagined. She wears a white tank top, a pair of tight black booty shorts that struggle to cover her gigantic, plushy ass. On her feet she wears a pair of flip flops. She walks up to the driver side of my car, and I lower my window.
"Kamali?" I ask, tentatively.
"No shit, baby," she replies. She gives a chuckle and pats her massive tummy. "This isn't exactly the picture I usually give guys, so I don't blame you for being a little confused." She nods toward her house. "Get your ass inside and make yourself at home." She turns and heads inside her house, and I take a deep breath to calm my nerves, and step out of my car, heading to her house.
I walk inside her house to the sounds of a TV running some late-night comedy show. The inside of Kamali's house is well-kept, and it smells faintly of lemon. The carpeted floors are a warm grey, the walls are beige, and the couch is black leather. I stand awkwardly in the foyer as Kamali walks around me, shutting the door, and locking it behind her. She gives a chuckle when she sees me.
"Don't be awkward," she says with a grin. "Make yourself comfortable."
I smile sheepishly at her, and I remove my shoes, leaving them at the door. Kamali walks into the living room and sits down on the couch, the furniture protesting at her weight. She gives me a come hither gesture with her fingers, and I make my way to her, sitting on the couch beside her. I place my hands on my knees.
"So..." I say awkwardly. She giggles a little bit, then lifts her arm and wraps it around my shoulder.
"Come on," she says. "Sit closer. I won't bite. I don't know why you're being so skittish, baby. It's like you've never seen a big girl before." I swallow a lump in my throat, but I oblige, moving a little bit closer to her. She puts a little more pressure on my shoulder, prompting me to lay against her. She gives me a soft smile.
"Is it because of my size?" She asks me. "Does it intimidate you? Scare you off?"
I look at her for a few seconds, trying to come up with the right response, but before I can even think, I start to speak.
"A little," I admit. She sighs a bit.
"I know, baby," she says. "Some boys do that when they see a big girl for the first time." She places a finger underneath my chin and gently pulls my eyes to meet hers. "But, let me tell you a little secret, okay?" I nod my head in reply, and she continues. "If you give a big girl a chance, and show her how you really feel, there's not a thing on this planet she won't do for you. There's a lot more to love than a perfect body." She punctuates her words by poking my chest playfully. "Don't be shy," she says, with a seductive grin on her face.
I return her grin with my own, and I turn a little bit in my seat to face her.
"Can I be honest?" I ask.
"Of course, baby," she says, running her fingers through my hair. I give a little chuckle.
"This is a bit overwhelming for me," I say, sheepishly.
"Overwhelming, or just new?" Kamali asks.
"I guess a little of both," I reply.
She giggles and tucks some of my hair behind my ear. "How about this?" She says. "I'll take control, and all you have to do is go along with it, okay?"
"Okay," I reply, with a slight smile on my lips.
"Good," she says with a grin, as she pushes me down to lay on my back. I scoot my feet up onto the couch as Kamali gets to her feet.
She stands over me, looking down at me with a lustful look in her eye. I give a gulp. She raises her leg and places her foot in between my legs, pressing her toes against the crotch of my jeans. She massages me with the bottom of her foot, and I let out a soft moan at the stimulation.
"Do you like that?" She asks me in a soft voice.
"Y-Yes, ma'am," I stammer out, and she gives me a wink in response.
"Ma'am is a little too old school, baby. Call me Goddess."
"Yes, Goddess," I say, as she continues to press her toes into my dick, making me hard.
"I know you do, baby. Your jeans can only hide so much," she says.
She gives my bulge one final press with the bottom of her foot, then steps away from me.
"Get on the floor, on your knees. In front of the couch. Now."
Her words are laced with seduction and dominance, and I follow them, hopping off of the couch and dropping to my knees in front of her.
"Good boy," she says. "You can stay down there. I like my toys at my feet."
Kamali turns away from me and begins to bend over in front of me. As she does so, the shorts she wears begin to tighten across her plush asscheeks. They press into each other, creating an ass that I cannot look away from, an ass that demands my attention, an ass that looks big enough to swallow me whole.
Kamali looks back at me over her shoulder and smirks, shaking her hips side to side just a bit, teasing me with her big butt.
"I'm going to get more comfortable now," she says, backing up. "And you're going to keep staring, like a good little boy."
I say nothing, because there is nothing to say. She backs up until her ass is directly in front of my face. My eyes remain locked on her booty the entire time, not daring to look away for a single second. Her ass is massive and hypnotic. As she backs into my face, she turns just enough to give me a grin before smothering my entire face with her booty.
My view of the world is instantly blocked by Kamali's massive booty. She sits directly on my face, my head sandwiched between her ass and the couch cushions. The pressure on my skull is a little uncomfortable, but not unbearable. Her ass is so fat and plush that it cushions most of the force of her weight on top of me. My nose is pressed directly in between her asscheeks, and my nostrils are assaulted with a thick, powerful musk, emanating from Kamali's asscrack.
I give a low moan of arousal. Kamali lets out a low giggle at the sound.
"Yeah," she says softly. "You like my fat ass, don't you? You're trapped right there between my asscheeks. Where you belong."
My cock strains against my jeans. Her dirty talk turns me on even more than I thought it could, and I am helpless to do anything but breathe in her ass musk and moan softly as she dominates me.
"You like that? You like the smell of my asscrack?" Kamali asks, punctuating her words with a wiggle of her hips. My head rocks back and forth a bit with her movements, and my cock throbs in my pants. Kamali laughs again at my reaction.
"Well get ready, baby, because it's about to smell a whole lot worse."
BRRRRRRAPT!
Her ass explodes with a trumpeting fart, blowing through my nose with ease, and filling my entire head with the smell of rotten cheese and ass. The force of the gas makes me gag and cough. The scent burns my nose, and I nearly choke on the rotten smell.
Kamali giggles at my reaction and shakes her hips. "Don't act like you don't love that," she says in a mocking voice. She lifts up her ass for a second, allowing me to take a breath of fresh air before slamming back down onto my face.
"I'm just getting started," she says, with another laugh.
PBBBBTBTBTTBTBTBTBTBTBTBTT!
She lets another massive fart fly into my face. It is thick and nasty and rotten, and my eyes begin to water. My lungs burn, my sinuses ache. But still, my cock remains rock hard, twitching with arousal, trapped within the confines of my pants. I give another soft moan against Kamali's booty.
"Ooh," Kamali coos. "Does that get your little dick hard? Does it get you hot and bothered when I use your face for my personal fart cushion? Do you like when I force you to smell my rotten farts? Don't lie. You're going to cum in your pants if I keep this up."
BRRBBBTBTPBRBRBRBRRBTRBR!
Kamali lets another massive fart rip through my face, this one sounding like someone is turning over a boat engine. She lifts up from my face, giving my nose, eager for air, suck in the most recent fart. My nostrils suck in the rotten gas, and I feel it burn in my chest. My cock throbs and twitches. My eyes are watering, but I refuse to pull away from her ass, refusing to deny her my face to be a fart seat.
My breath is hot and labored. My entire face is burning from the hot air being blasted right into it. Kamali chuckles at my condition, and lowers her ass back on to my face.
"I told you, baby. Give a big girl a chance, and she will show you just what she has to offer. Now, sit tight, because this big girl is not finished with you," she says, hooking her fingers around the waistband of her shorts and beginning to slide them down.
Her asscheeks are revealed to me as her shorts move down her hips. My eyes are met with a pair of huge, thick asscheeks. The booty that had previously been squeezed into those tight shorts is revealed in all its glory, and it is truly glorious. I take in a deep breath of air, the air that was previously filtered by her shorts, and I am met with an even stronger waft of her musk and past farts.
The shorts slip down to her feet, and she kicks them to the side, and begins to lower herself back into her seat on my face.
"You like what you see?" She asks me, but does not allow me a moment to reply as her ass presses into my face yet again, this time without any obstruction between her booty and my nose. I can smell every bit of her ass now, and she lets out a low moan.
"God, your face feels so much better against my bare ass, baby," she moans, rubbing her ass on my face, sliding my head across the leather of the couch cushions, grinding on my nose, and forcing it up and down her asscrack. I can't even keep track of what is happening around me, all I can do is take in Kamali's scent and continue to get lost in the sensation of having my face ridden.
BRRMMPTHHPHP!
"Fffuuuuck," Kamali moans. "This is fucking perfect."
She begins to gyrate on my face, pushing her ass all around, sliding her booty against my skin, and smothering me completely, not leaving any part of my face not coated in a thin layer of sweat and grime from her ass.
She begins to bounce up and down on my face, moaning loudly as she uses me like a dildo. I can feel my face changing shape, morphing to accommodate Kamali's massive ass, as she continues to grind and bounce. My head begins to hurt as she rocks on me, the pain in my head beginning to overpower the arousal that her ass is creating.
"God, baby," she moans. "I think I'm gonna cum!"
With that, her bouncing becomes faster. She slams herself onto me, her asscheeks jiggling and rippling with each movement, the slapping sound echoing through the living room. Kamali begins to moan loudly.
"Fuck fuck fuck! Your face is gonna make me fucking cum!" She shrieks.
Kamali reaches down between her legs and rubs her fingers up and down her clit. She begins to twitch, and shake, and my entire head feels like it might explode under the pressure of her weight, when finally...
BRRRPPRPRRPRRRRPP!
My face is doused in a thick, nasty spray of her squirt, alongside her massive fart, and she screams in pleasure, rocking on my face, hard, so that I feel her every twitch and movement. After what feels like a lifetime of being rocked on and abused by Kamali, she finally slows her movements.
She sits on my face for another few minutes, riding the high of her orgasm. After she catches her breath, she finally lifts off of my face, leaving it caked with a disgusting mix of sweat, musk, and cum. Her juices run down my forehead and over my cheeks.
I breathe deeply, gasping for air, taking in a few deep breaths in, trying to catch up to everything that had just happened.
Kamali leans down, placing a hand underneath my chin and forcing me to look up at her. Her eyes are locked onto me, and I cannot look away. She gives me a smile, then a soft chuckle.
"Oh, baby, that was incredible," she says. "Now, I think I'm ready to let you fuck this fat ass, baby. Get ready. You won't be walking for a while." She gives a sly wink. "After all, the best is always saved for last.”
I give a grin in response. She reaches out and pulls me to my feet, leading me toward her bedroom.
“Don't worry, baby. We've only just started.”
COLLIN
The app gives me a sample profile, and I am greeted with how to use the app. After that one, I get presented my first real profile:
Collin.
I don't know why he showed up-- I clicked female only, but... After looking at his profile?
I'm not opposed.
He seems cute enough. Short, brown hair, deep, dark brown eyes, a bright smile.
I click on the 2nd photo, and I am greeted with a pair of luscious, smooth, plump, and hairless thighs, accompanied by some light grey thigh-highs.
Damn... am I drooling? I wipe my chin and make sure I didn't actually drool. Nope, nothing on my shirt.
I scroll through the other photos. One is of him on a hiking trail. He is wearing some hiking boots and tight shorts. They look great on him, and they show off his nice ass. His cheeks look... juicy. He must do squats or something, because damn, his glutes are well toned, but still maintain some cushion. I imagine squeezing them, stuffing my nose into his thick orbs and--
I catch myself before I continue fantasizing, and I continue through his other pictures. I get to his bio and start reading:
“hi! i'm collin. 20, 5'9, and bisexual. i like hikes, anime, video games… and farting. i'm a gassy boy >.< if you like guys like me, then maybe you and i should chat sometime? ^^ i promise to not make your nose fall off, hehe~”
Damn it, this dude is cute as fuck.
I continue scrolling through his profile, down to where he lists his fetishes. He lists Farting and Shitting.
I raise an eyebrow. Shitting? Shit play is not usually my thing, but this dude is just so cute. I swipe right, and my screen shows a message that says we matched!
I look down at his profile once again, seeing I’ve been granted the message feature. I send him a message:
“Hey. Just saw we matched and thought I would message you. You seem super cute. :)”
I set my phone down, waiting for a response. It buzzes less than 30 seconds later. I look at my phone and read:
“hihi! <3 thank you! i thought the same of you too, hehe~ i'm glad we matched!"
My phone buzzes once again and I look down.
"do you maybe wanna meet up at starbucks sometime and get to know each other?"
"I'd like that. :D"
"how about tomorrow, at noon? it's on me~"
"Sure."
"i'll send you the location see you soon, haco <3"
My heart flutters a bit seeing him use my name in his text. I guess I'm going out tomorrow.
---
I wake up at 11 am to my alarm, groggy from my rest. I wipe my eyes and shut the alarm off, yawning. I turn over in bed to my left, and my phone lights up with a text.
"omg, i'm so excited to see you <3 i just woke up. did you sleep well? ^-^"
My lips curl into a smile as I read his message, and I text back.
"Not really, but I did sleep. I'll see you soon, Collin <3"
I get up from my bed and start getting ready for my coffee date. I look in my mirror and take in my appearance. I look... tired, but good. I've got a little bit of facial hair from the 4 or so days since I've shaved. My short, wavy black hair looks a bit messy. I take my comb from the nightstand and attempt to fix it a bit. A bit better. I brush my teeth and start the shower.
I get in and clean myself, and after a good 15 minutes in the shower, I get out. I towel dry my hair a little and dry myself off. I make my way over to my dresser and get my underwear and put them on.
I grab some dark, fitted jeans, and a light grey long-sleeved shirt. I dress myself, and then take a look in the mirror once more. My clothes are fitting to me, showing off my body well.
I spray myself with some cologne, and check my phone for the time. It is 11:34. I grab my things and head out, locking the door on my way out. I drive to Starbucks and arrive about 15 minutes later. I park and wait at the parking lot, sitting in my car and messing around on my phone until a text from Collin shows up at the top of my screen:
“here!”
I exit my car and lock the door, and I go to walk into the Starbucks. My heart flutters as I see him in real life through the windows, his thick ass on display in a pair of grey, fitted joggers. I enter the Starbucks, and find Collin scanning the store, looking for me. I walk up behind him, and tap him on the shoulder.
“Looking for someone?"
His face turns to me, his dark brown eyes and wide smile making my heart melt a bit. I can smell his sweet scent and I am falling hard for him. He embraces me in a tight hug and squeals.
"Haco!! It's so nice to see you!” He steps back, taking in my appearance. "I didn't expect you to be so tall! But damn, you're a cutie…”
My face turns a little red, and he grabs my hand and drags me to the line. "C'mon! Let's get some coffee."
After a bit of waiting, we get our coffees. Mine is an Iced Cinnamon Dolce Latte, Collin's a hot vanilla Frappuccino with whipped cream. He also grabs some pastries for us to share. We make our way to a table by the window and sit across from one another. Collin smiles brightly, and my face heats up more. I clear my throat and try to get it together.
"S-So..."
"Yeah?" Collin says. His voice is so high pitched. It sounds so adorable.
I compose myself, trying my best not to act like a blushing schoolgirl with her first boyfriend.
"Uh... What got you into this kind of stuff? Farting, I mean..."
"Oh, well, it started out as a joke with a friend."
"Oh, yeah? A joke?" I take a sip of my coffee, looking at him over my cup. He takes a sip of his drink, and begins to continue.
"Yeah, I farted near my friend when we were hanging out once, and it smelled awful. So bad he said, 'Dude, what did you eat? It's like something died in there!', and I laughed, and I kept saying that it wasn't that bad. We kept going back and forth about it for a few minutes, and eventually something came over me, and… I got up, bent over in front of him, and cut a nasty fart. Right in his face. He gagged, and I just busted out laughing. My cheeks turned a little red, and my heart raced a bit as he coughed from my fart. It felt kinda good.”
His face is flushed red, and I smile a bit, his face being pretty cute. "It was also at that point I realized that I got a boner from farting on my friend, and the rest is history!”
He giggles, his high pitched voice being so adorable, and takes a sip of his drink once again.
I clear my throat.
"I've had the fetish for a few years now, too," I start.
"Yeah? What's the story?" He asks, a small smirk forming on his face.
"I was a sophomore in highschool. I had a crush on my friend. One day we were hanging out at her house, with a few other friends, and I was laying on the ground next to her. Her stomach gurgled so loud it made me laugh. Then I said ‘You got some demon trapped in there? Should I start an exorcism?', and she just giggled a little, then said ‘No, I can get it out fine,’ and she took in a big breath, and rolled onto her side, her butt facing me, and let out this massive, nasty fart right there."
Collin laughs, "Oh, you have to tell me, what did it smell like?"
I smile, a bit flustered.
"I-it was awful. It smelled like rotting cheese. But the moment it hit me, and I coughed from the awful stink... my dick got so hard. And, uh, as you said, the rest is history!"
I smile at him, and he blushes and giggles, and says “Oh my god, Haco, you're adorable."
He bites his lip and stares into my eyes. My heart begins racing, and I start getting lost in his eyes. They are so beautiful and brown, with specks of gold in them. They're hypnotizing.
Collin looks down for a second, and looks up.
"Do you maybe want to... I don't know. Continue this date somewhere... More private? My place, maybe?" His asks, giggling nervously, his hand rubbing his arm.
My face goes a little red. I clear my throat.
"Um... Y-yeah! That sounds... great!"
We both giggle nervously. Collin quickly finishes his drink and his pastry, and we both stand up, throwing our trash away.
We make our way outside, and I start walking over to my car. Collin grabs my shoulder and giggles.
"Where do you think you're going, Haco?"
I turn to face him, and I'm greeted by him pointing his finger up in a motion for me to look up. I do as I'm instructed and see that above the Starbucks is an apartment building. Collin starts walking to the building and motions for me to follow.
I follow Collin to his apartment, and we enter the elevator, Collin hitting the button for the 5th floor. The elevator goes up, and my heart pounds in my chest, excited for what is to come. I look at Collin, who looks up at me. He smiles brightly, his cheeks dusted with red, and I smile back, blushing myself.
The elevator reaches his floor, and he takes my hand, leading me to his apartment. He opens the door, and leads me into his apartment. He flips on a light switch and I get to see what his place looks like. The walls are white, the furniture a brown leather. On one wall is a huge bookshelf, with an anime figure or two here and there. His television is hooked up to his Switch and PS5, a few game discs and games on the shelves beneath his television.
On his kitchen island, I can see his laptop. He walks me through the place, and brings me to his room. The walls are white, a dark blue bedsheet on his bed.
His walls are decorated with some anime posters, and his desk has his computer set up. Collin closes his door, and motions for me to sit down on the bed. I sit on his bed and he stands in front of me. My heart begins racing and my dick gets hard. He giggles a little and tugs at the drawstrings of his joggers. He slowly pulls the strings until they're undone, and he slips the joggers down his thighs, revealing a cute, tight pair of athletic shorts. The shorts show off the curve of his ass well. His thighs look so juicy and fat, and the outline of his dick shows in his shorts.
“You had those on the whole time?" I say, blushing. He smirks, giggling.
"Yeah, they're really comfortable. Do you like them?" He turns around and grabs a bit of his cheek with his hand and shakes it, then looks over his shoulder with a cute wink.
My mouth waters looking at his ass and the fat, thick orbs jiggling in the athletic shorts. His thick thighs look amazing and so soft.
“Fuck..." I whisper. He turns to face me again and smiles, blushing.
"You're adorable." He sits in my lap, and his fat, thick ass envelops my dick, making me whimper and bite my lip. He grinds his ass on my crotch slowly, and my dick throbs hard in my pants, pre cum already leaking into my briefs.
My breathing gets heavier and he smiles at my face of pleasure.
"Does it feel good? Being teased by me?" I nod, a small whimper leaving my lips, and he giggles.
"Oh, you're so cute... Let me help you feel even better..."
bbpbltllppt!
A soft, bubbly fart escapes his ass, the vibration making me feel incredible, a little groan of pleasure escaping me.
"Hoh... I really made you feel that good?" He blushes a bit more.
bblbbbttpprt!
Another fart rumbles through his thick cheeks. They feel so good on my lap.
My breathing gets heavier. I groan softly from the feeling, and my dick throbs, hard and pulsing, as Collin continues grinding on my jeans.
The smell reaches me, and it smells like someone took a shit in a coffee bean bag.
But god, I love it.
"H-Haco? Do you maybe want to feel... M-my farts up close?" My eyes widen at the offer. My heart races and I nod, eager. He smiles brightly.
He turns himself around on my lap to face me, and I take in his cute appearance. His face is a deep red and he's breathing a little heavy, biting his lip as he looks at my face.
He smiles a bit.
"You look so cute when you're excited. So adorable... I can't wait for you to get your face buried in my ass..."
My cheeks flush with red at his words. I take in a deep breath and clear my throat. I regain my composure and I look at him.
"Then let me have my face buried in your ass, then."
His eyes light up and a smirk crosses his lips. “My pleasure.”
Collin lightly pushes me back so my back hits the bed, and I prop myself up with my arms. Collin faces me, and he stands up on the bed over me. He gets down onto his knees, one on either side of my chest. I get a nice, close look at his juicy ass in the athletic shorts as he starts wiggling his ass from side to side a little bit. My dick is throbbing hard as I wait for his first fart.
“You wanna know why I chose Starbucks today? For our first date, I mean."
"Huh?" I'm caught off guard by him asking me a question, my eyes glued to his fat cheeks and thick thighs, eager for my first close-up of his gassy ass.
A low grumbling sound comes from his stomach, and he turns over his shoulder with a smirk on his face. He wiggles his hips, teasing me.
"It's because... Coffee makes my butt do this!" He says, planting his ass back down on my face with a juicy plap.
bbbtbbpprtttt!
The soft fart vibrates against my face, and I moan softly as the stink instantly reaches me and the temperature rises around my head. I feel Collin's thick thighs clamp around my face, and my cheeks are forced inward a bit against my face, causing me to open my mouth in response to the feeling, my breathing being slightly restricted.
PRABBBT!
With my mouth open, his gas attacks the back of my throat, and I let out a cough. He giggles and wiggles his fat ass a bit against my face. His cheeks smother me with his stink.
PRBBRPPPRT!
Another nasty, bubbly fart comes out of his ass, and his cheeks vibrate against my face from the fart, his stink so bad.
His thick cheeks vibrate on my face, and my breathing becomes heavy as he keeps on farting. I reach up with my arms, grabbing a handful of each cheek, squeezing and groping them. Collin moans and I can hear him breathing heavier, and he releases his grip on my head and leans forward.
BBBBLLBRPPTT!
With his grip released, the last fart blasts right into my nose, the stink even worse and the sound so nasty. It feels like my brain is melting, my cock throbs hard in my briefs, my pre cum staining them.
Collin lets out a giggle as he gets off my face and turns around.
"You alright, Haco?" he asks with a cute giggle, his high pitched voice so adorable. I sit up and catch my breath. My face feels sticky from sweat and his gas. He giggles. "My farts stink, don't they?" I look up and nod, my face a little flushed. I smile a little. "Yeah... They stink."
He smiles brightly and giggles a little, smiling.
"Good~" He says in a slightly seductive tone. My heart beats fast at his cute giggle. My cheeks flush more red and my breathing gets heavier. He takes his thumbs into the elastic band of his shorts, pulling them down slowly to reveal a dark grey jockstrap.
My eyes go wide. His fat, juicy orbs look incredible in his jockstrap. He looks at me and blushes.
"Do you... Want me to keep going?" He asks, a little nervous. I nod, eagerly. He smiles, giggles, and starts wiggling his hips back and forth, teasing me a little more, his jockstrap tight around his waist. His ass wiggling around is so mesmerizing, the soft jiggle of his ass hypnotizing. He smiles a bit at the look in my eyes.
“You know, I think it’s a bit unfair that I’m the only one with his pants off..." He smiles a little more at me. My eyes widen at his request and I nod a little, clearing my throat. My face is a bright red as I get off his bed. Collin sits back on his bed, propping himself up with his arms. My hands reach down to my belt buckle, and I start undoing my pants.
Once my pants are off, my throbbing bulge shows in my tight, grey briefs. He smirks at the outline of my bulge; my briefs have a wet spot of precum from the gassy treatment I just got from Collin's fat ass.
Collin sits on the edge of his bed and looks up at me. He pats the space next to him, signaling for me to sit next to him. I sit down, my heart racing. I look into his eyes as he leans forward, planting a small kiss on my lips.
He pulls away quickly, giggling, his face red as I just sit there, shocked at what just happened. I sit there with a surprised look on my face. Collin giggles nervously.
“S-sorry, I just…” He says, swinging a leg over my lap to sit in my lap. He forces me to lie on my back with my legs off the side of his bed.
“I just wanted to… Get a taste, before…” He inches forwards, sliding his ass against my stomach until he reaches my chest, facing me.
“Before… Oh, it’s coming, Haco! I need to shit!”
Before I can even register what he says, Collin pulls his jockstrap aside and slides his ass right on my face.
“MMMMPH!”
I grunt and muffle a noise against his naked ass as my face is planted in it once more. Collin sits on my face and giggles, my nose getting forced right up against his asshole, the stink from it attacking my nose instantly.
I can feel his hole start to open up, and I want absolutely no part in this.
I try to shove him off of me, but Collin keeps a tight grip on his ass against my face. I push his ass up, but it bounces back onto my face with a juicy slap. I let out a grunt, and with all my strength, push him off of me.
He falls off the bed, landing on the carpeted ground with a thud. I sit up to see a shocked look on his face, and a log of shit sticking out of his ass. My face turns a little green and I scramble to my feet, quickly going for my pants and my phone. I quickly put back on my pants, refusing to even make eye contact with Collin.
“Haco…” Collin says softly as I walk out the door and head to his door.
“Haco!” he calls out again, and I hear him get to his feet and run down the hallway. He catches me before I make my way out the front door, grabbing my hand.
I whip around, my face full of rage. I jerk my hand back, pulling it out of Collin's grip.
“It doesn’t matter how great the night is going, Collin, and it was going pretty damn great. It doesn’t matter how hot you are, Collin, and you are pretty damn hot. Always, always always always, ask for fucking consent!” I yell. Collin flinches a bit as I yell at him, and he stares down at his feet, nodding.
"I... I'm sorry, Haco," Collin says quietly. His eyes look up to mine. They have tears welling up in them, and he sniffles a bit. "I don't... I don't usually bring guys home, or date anyone... And..." he says, his voice breaking a little, and sniffles again. "I'm... I'm really sorry.” He whimpers.
I sigh. “Have a good night, Collin.” I open his door and step out.
I head down the hallway towards the elevator.
The sounds of Collin crying are audible until I step into the elevator.