Jenny's Lesbian Fart Obsession: Gym With a Friend

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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)”. 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. 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. She fell asleep late (it was a weekend) and awoke with her face between a pair of denim-coated asscheeks, a pair she remembered well. She felt a rumble on her face- BLLLLLLRRRRRMMMPP- her sister had just cut one of her signature bubblers on her face. Sarah cringed at the prospect of smelling it, but was surprised to find a sort of sweet aroma, like cedar wood or pine.

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

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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. 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?” 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.” If you are under 18 (or under 21 in some areas), or you are offended by, or cannot legally view this type of material where you reside, or simply do not wish to be exposed to such materials YOU MUST LEAVE NOW. 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. Welcome to /r/girlfartstories! This is the subreddit for writing and sharing real experiences with girls farting.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. 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.

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. Ahead lay visual images, audio sounds, and verbal descriptions of a sexually oriented and frankly erotic nature. 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.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.