By: MirageMaven
The soft, melodic chime of a cute cat alarm filled the quiet bedroom. It was one of the many preinstalled alarms Rebecca had scrolled through when setting up her new phone — a playful series of gentle meows mixed with a light, tinkling bell that usually made her smile. This morning, however, it felt like pure torture.
With a groan, Rebecca reached blindly toward her nightstand, her eyes still heavy with sleep. Her hand fumbled across the surface, fingers swiping at the screen in lazy, imprecise motions. The cheerful meowing continued, refusing to be silenced so easily.
Swipe. Miss.
Swipe again. Still nothing.
After three or four increasingly frustrated attempts, her fingertip finally found the right spot. The alarm stopped instantly.
Rebecca let out a long, deep sigh of relief, the sound cutting through the sudden silence like a weight lifting from her chest.
She lay there for a moment, not quite ready to face the day. Her mouth felt dry and cottony, so she slowly ran her tongue along the inside of her cheeks, trying to bring some moisture back as consciousness gradually returned to her.
Still nestled under the warm covers, she shifted slightly onto her belly and side. With a small, sleepy movement, she drew one knee closer to her chest, curling up just a little more comfortably as she lingered in that peaceful space between sleep and waking.
Bringing her knee closer to her chest stirred something deep in her gut. A sudden feeling of discomfort bloomed inside her, making her shift restlessly under the covers.
She tensed her abdomen, tightening her muscles as she tried to push away whatever was causing the pressure. Her face scrunched slightly with the effort.
After a few seconds of focused pushing, she began to release a long, drawn-out fart. It was soft in sound — mostly air — rustling quietly against the warm sheets and blankets.
She finally finished relieving herself and let out the breath she had been holding. A deep wave of relief washed over her body as the discomfort faded away completely.
Rebecca relaxed fully into the mattress, feeling much more comfortable now. The tension in her muscles melted away as she settled back into her sleepy haze.
Bringing her knee closer to her chest had stirred more than just discomfort. Now fully awake in that lazy, half-drowsy state, Rebecca acted on pure habit. She lifted the edge of her warm comforter with one hand, then let it drop again in a quick, deliberate motion.
This pumped the trapped air upward, sending the soft, warm release drifting directly toward her face.
She leaned in slightly and took a slow, deliberate whiff of her own brand. The earthy, intimate scent filled her senses. A soft, contented coo escaped her lips, a pleased little sound that vibrated in her throat as she savored the moment.
Still basking in the relief, Rebecca’s hand drifted downward almost instinctively. She rubbed her firm mound through the thin fabric of her cotton underwear in slow, lazy circles. Once… twice… three times.
An involuntary gasp slipped from her mouth as a spark of pleasure cut through the sleepy haze. Her eyes fluttered for a moment.
She rolled onto her back, stretching out under the covers with a contented sigh. The morning light was just beginning to creep through the curtains, but there was no rush today. It was Saturday — a glorious day off from work.
For the first time that morning, her mind began to wander ahead, thinking about how she might spend the free hours stretching out before her.
Rebecca finally decided it was time to get up and start her Saturday. She tossed the covers aside and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, rising with a slow stretch. Her cotton underwear hung loosely on her hips, the elastic worn and relaxed. One side had slipped halfway down, revealing the soft curve of her asscrack.
Still half-asleep, she stumbled toward the bathroom, her bare feet padding softly across the floor. As she walked, she reached back and casually scratched her exposed asscheek, her nails dragging lightly over the warm skin in lazy satisfaction.
She walked into the bathroom without bothering to close the door behind her, the morning light reflecting off the tiles. Absentmindedly, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear and pulled them down her thighs, letting them drop around her ankles. With a tired sigh, she plopped down onto the toilet seat.
Propping her elbows on her knees, Rebecca leaned forward and let out a big yawn, her eyes watering slightly. She relaxed completely as she began to relieve her bladder, the steady sound echoing softly in the quiet bathroom.
As she sat there on the toilet, Rebecca let her mind wander. She thought about what she could do with her free Saturday. The possibilities felt open and exciting after a long work week.
Her thoughts drifted to her dating app. She wondered if she had made any new matches overnight — maybe someone interesting enough to message. A little spark of anticipation fluttered in her chest, though she knew she’d have to wait until she was finished in the bathroom to check.
She sat there a little longer, enjoying the quiet morning stillness. After a few peaceful minutes, she finally finished up. Reaching for the toilet paper, she wiped herself clean, then stood and yanked her underwear back up around her hips with a quick tug.
She flushed the toilet and headed straight to the sink. The cool water felt refreshing as she washed her hands thoroughly. Afterward, she grabbed the bottle of mouthwash, took a generous swig, swished it around her mouth, and spat it out. She watched the blue liquid swirl down the drain, leaving her mouth feeling minty and clean.
Rebecca padded into the kitchen, her bare feet cool against the tile floor. She opened the refrigerator door, the soft glow illuminating her face as she reached inside and grabbed her prepped blender bottle filled with a thick, healthy green smoothie.
She took a long sip straight from the bottle. The fresh, earthy taste of spinach, banana, and protein powder mixed strangely with the sharp, lingering mint from her mouthwash, creating an odd but not entirely unpleasant flavor. She swallowed and nodded to herself — good enough for a quick breakfast.
Bottle in hand, she carried it back to her bedroom and set it down on the nightstand next to her phone. Without hesitation, she climbed back onto the bed, lying on top of the rumpled covers. The morning light was brighter now, casting a warm glow across the room.
She picked up her phone, unlocked it, and began scrolling through her notifications. She swiped away the unimportant ones — emails from work, spam, and a couple of social media likes — with quick flicks of her thumb.
Then her eyes landed on the dating app notifications. A small flutter of excitement stirred in her stomach as she tapped the icon. The screen opened to show her matches and messages: three new matches and two unread messages waiting for her.
Rebecca scrolled through her new matches with a critical eye. Most of them didn’t do anything for her — the usual parade of gym selfies, fishing photos, and awkward bios that failed to spark any interest. She knew she was picky, but she was patient enough to wait for someone who actually felt right.
Then one profile made her pause. Aaron. His picture showed a warm smile and kind eyes, and his bio had just the right mix of humor and substance. She tapped on his profile to read more, slowly swiping through his photos and interests.
In the middle of examining Aaron’s profile, a familiar pressure built in her gut again. Without hesitation, and comfortable in her solitude, Rebecca rolled onto her side while still facing her phone slightly upward.
She relaxed and pushed. A semi-loud, boisterous fart ripped out for about two full seconds, rumbling against the mattress with a deep, satisfying sound. The noise filled the quiet bedroom for a moment before fading.
She let out a soft sigh of relief, a small smirk tugging at her lips as she continued scrolling through Aaron’s profile, unbothered.
Rebecca tapped on the message button to open the chat with Aaron. To her surprise, there was already a message waiting for her. She realized he must have been one of the unread messages from earlier, but she didn’t bother checking the other notification just yet.
She opened the message and read it with growing interest. He had written: “Hey Rebecca, I have to ask — what kind of workouts do you do to maintain a physique like that? Seriously impressive.”
A pleased smile spread across her face. Rebecca was indeed fit, though not overly muscular. She had a beautiful hourglass figure — slim and toned through the tummy, with full, prominent curves at her chest, hips, ass, and thighs. She liked that he had noticed. It made all the effort feel worth it.
She thought for a moment, then typed back with a casual, nonchalant tone. She played the compliment off lightly, not wanting to seem too eager.
“Hey Aaron, thanks! Haha, it’s really nothing special. Just a mix of regular gym sessions, some yoga, and trying not to live entirely on takeout. What about you?” She hit send and set her phone down for a moment, a small grin still lingering on her lips.
Rebecca stared at the sent message and suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. She quickly scrolled back up to Aaron’s profile photos, studying them more carefully this time. Her cheeks grew warm as she realized he didn’t actually look like someone who worked out regularly.
She felt dumb for assuming and firing off that reply without thinking. Now she was overthinking it, worrying that he might feel like she hadn’t even bothered to look at his profile properly. The thought made her squirm slightly on the bed.
A few minutes passed in anxious silence as she sipped her smoothie. Then her phone buzzed with a new message from Aaron.
She opened it quickly and read his response: “Haha, I actually don’t work out at all. I’m flattered you thought I did though! I’m guessing it’s probably from my job — I’m on my feet a lot and do a ton of lifting during the day.”
Rebecca let out a soft laugh of relief, her earlier embarrassment easing as she read his easygoing reply. She bit her lip, already thinking about how to respond next.
Rebecca and Aaron continued messaging back and forth for a while, the conversation flowing easily. They shared small details about themselves — favorite movies, what they did for work, and little quirks that made each other laugh. The chat felt surprisingly natural and fun.
They both quickly discovered they had the entire weekend off and neither had made any real plans. The realization hung in the air between their messages, opening the door for something more.
Then Aaron typed the offer that made Rebecca’s heart skip a small beat: “Hey, since we’re both free… would you want to hang out today? Maybe grab something to eat? I can call an Uber, come pick you up, and we can figure out where to go from there. No pressure though!”
She stared at the message, a mix of excitement and nervousness fluttering in her stomach. It was bold but casual — exactly the kind of low-pressure invitation she appreciated. She set her phone down for a second, biting her lip as she considered it.
Rebecca read Aaron’s invitation again, a playful smile spreading across her face. She had always been a pretty spontaneous person, and this kind of last-minute plan felt right in her wheelhouse. No overthinking, just going with the moment.
Without hesitation, she typed back a quick reply. She agreed to hang out, sent him her address as a simple message attachment, and asked how soon he was thinking of heading over.
She hit send and immediately felt a rush of excited energy. Setting her phone down on her chest, she stared up at the ceiling, already imagining how the day might unfold. A first date on a lazy Saturday — it had a nice thrill to it.
A couple of minutes later, her phone buzzed with Aaron’s response. He sounded just as easygoing as before, confirming he’d get ready and call an Uber shortly. He said he could be there in about forty-five minutes to an hour, depending on traffic.
Rebecca’s pulse quickened. She had less than an hour to turn her sleepy morning self into someone presentable for a date.
Rebecca felt a surge of excited energy and quickly hopped off the bed. She headed straight to her closet, throwing the doors open and scouring through her clothes with purpose. Hangers slid back and forth as she pulled out different outfits, holding them up and discarding them just as fast.
She tried on several combinations, checking the weather app on her phone between changes. She wanted to be prepared but not over-dressed. After going through a few options, she decided this was probably meant to be something casual, judging by Aaron’s relaxed demeanor in their messages.
Settling on a comfortable yet cute look, she grabbed a pair of green dolphin shorts. They had a stylish white line that ran three-quarters of the way up the side, accentuating her toned legs. She slipped them on, enjoying how they hugged her hips and thighs.
Next, she threw on a simple white t-shirt, tucking the slight excess fabric neatly into the waistband of the shorts for a clean, flattering fit. The outfit felt effortlessly cute — perfect for a casual Saturday date.
She stepped in front of her full-length body mirror and checked herself out, turning from side to side. Rebecca adjusted the shirt one last time and ran her hands over her curves, feeling satisfied with how the shorts highlighted her figure.
Rebecca grabbed her smoothie from the nightstand and took several long, refreshing sips. The cool, thick liquid felt good sliding down her throat. She set the bottle back down with a satisfied sigh, already feeling more awake.
She reached into one of the drawers in her closet and pulled out a soft, clean towel. With the towel draped over her arm, she headed back toward the bathroom, her bare feet padding softly across the floor.
Once inside, she turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature until the water ran nice and warm. Steam began to gently fill the room. Rebecca stripped off her carefully chosen date outfit — the green dolphin shorts and white t-shirt — and neatly placed them on a shelf to keep them wrinkle-free.
Now completely nude, she caught her reflection in the large bathroom mirror. She paused for a moment, turning slowly from side to side as she examined her body again with a critical but appreciative eye. Her hourglass figure stood out clearly — the soft curve of her full breasts, the smooth flatness of her tummy, and the generous swell of her hips, ass, and thighs. She ran her hands lightly down her sides, appreciating the way her body looked in the warm morning light.
Rebecca stood there in front of the mirror for another moment, admiring her curves. She reached behind herself and ran a finger delicately along her asscrack, collecting the faint scent that had built up overnight. She brought her finger to her nose and took a slow, curious sniff.
She was comforted by the light, natural musk. Even though she showered every day, sleeping under the warm covers often left her with a subtle, intimate scent by morning. It felt strangely reassuring and familiar.
Satisfied, she turned her attention to the running shower. She stepped inside the stall and closed the glass door behind her with a soft click. Warm water immediately cascaded over her body, soaking her skin and hair.
She started washing herself thoroughly. First, she applied a gentle facial cleanser, massaging it into her skin before rinsing. Then she moved on to exfoliating, using a soft scrub on her arms, legs, and torso to leave her skin feeling smooth and refreshed.
Grabbing her favorite body wash, she lathered up generously. Thick white soapy streaks ran down her body — tracing over her full breasts, down her toned stomach, and along the generous curves of her hips and ass. She ran her soapy hands over every inch of herself, enjoying the slippery sensation and the relaxing heat of the water.
Rebecca made sure to give extra attention between her asscheeks. With a body like hers — full, round, and what she playfully called her “cake” — things could get sweaty and trapped down there, especially after sleeping under warm covers. The heat and lack of airflow often created unpleasant buildup, so she washed the area thoroughly.
As her soapy fingers dug deeper into her asscrack, spreading the slick lather generously, she suddenly felt a fresh bubble forming in her tummy. A mischievous grin spread across her face.
She giggled softly, the sound echoing lightly in the steamy shower. Wanting to play into the moment, she worked up even more bubbles back there, wiggling her fingers and creating a thick, foamy layer between her cheeks.
Bracing both hands against the shower wall, Rebecca leaned forward slightly and looked back over her shoulder, eyes fixed on her own round, soapy ass. She relaxed her body and pushed.
A warm fart slipped out, her asshole pressing directly against one of the large soap bubbles. The gas pumped straight into it, inflating the bubble bigger and bigger until it wobbled heavily, filled with her air. She bit her lip, amused and strangely satisfied as the bubble grew under the running water.
Rebecca kept pushing gently, careful and controlled, not wanting the delicate bubble to pop too soon. She savored the strange, naughty sensation as she slowly fed more gas into it.
The warm fart continued to seep out of her, steadily inflating the soapy bubble trapped between her cheeks. It grew larger and heavier, the thin film stretching under the pressure while the running water made it shimmer.
She could see the signs that it was getting dangerously big — the surface becoming tight and wobbly. Still, she didn’t stop, letting the warm air flow into it until the bubble had swollen to about the size of a coconut, hanging heavily from her ass.
Her heart beat a little faster with amusement and excitement as she stared back over her shoulder, watching the oversized, fart-filled bubble tremble with every tiny movement she made.
Rebecca continued to push gently, but it was getting harder. She was starting to run out of gas, and the pressure required more effort. The bubble was already so full that she had to be extra careful not to burst it too soon.
She pushed a little harder, her face tightening with concentration, but still tried to stay controlled. After a few moments of straining, she managed to release the rest of her fart in several small, careful puffs.
Each tiny burst of air fed into the massive bubble, making it wobble and stretch even more. She watched intently over her shoulder as the soapy sphere trembled between her round cheeks.
Finally, she relaxed. The oversized bubble — still about the size of a coconut — hung heavily from her ass, swaying slightly under the warm shower spray. It looked absurdly full, shiny, and precarious as it clung there, filled with her warm gas. Rebecca couldn’t help but smile at the ridiculous yet strangely satisfying sight.
Rebecca couldn’t resist. She reached back with one finger and gently teased the massive, wobbling bubble. She poked it ever so slightly, just enough to feel the thin, tense film stretch under her fingertip.
The bubble popped suddenly with a soft, wet burst. The sound startled her, making her flinch for a split second.
Without missing a beat, she quickly turned around under the running water. She leaned in close, bringing her face right up to where the bubble had been, positioning herself so the trapped air would waft directly toward her nose.
She inhaled deeply. The warm steam carried a rich, intimate mix of her fresh fart blended with the sweet, floral scent of her body wash. The combination was strangely intoxicating. Rebecca giggled softly, the sound light and playful as it echoed in the shower stall.
She continued to inhale the warm, scented air, breathing it in slowly and deliberately, savoring the naughty, personal aroma. Her eyes fluttered slightly with amusement and satisfaction as the steam swirled around her.
Rebecca finished up her shower with a deep sense of satisfaction, the warm water still cascading over her body. She worked the remaining soap down her smooth legs, then between her thighs, thoroughly cleaning her crotch and taint. Her fingers moved with care, making sure every intimate area was fresh and clean.
She reached for the shower head and began rinsing herself off properly. The strong spray washed away all the white soapy streaks, leaving her skin glistening and smooth. She took her time, enjoying the feeling of the water running over her curves.
Once she was fully clean and free of soap, Rebecca adjusted the setting on the shower head, switching it to a pulsing massage mode. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she leaned back slightly against the shower wall.
She held the shower head directly against her pussy, letting the strong, rhythmic pulses of water hit her most sensitive spot. A sudden rush of pleasure shot through her body. Her breath hitched as the intense sensation made her legs tremble slightly.
Rebecca closed her eyes and bit her lip, savoring the strong, teasing pressure against her clit. The warm water felt incredible, sending waves of arousal through her as she stood there under the steam.
Rebecca bucked her hips forward instinctively, pressing her pussy more firmly against the pulsing stream of water. She moved the shower head in slow, teasing circles, aiming the strong jets at her pussy from different angles — sometimes directly on her swollen clit, sometimes lower along her folds.
The varying sensations made her gasp and moan softly. Her free hand braced against the slick shower wall for support as her legs grew weaker with building pleasure. Warm water mixed with her own arousal as she played with the rhythm, chasing the intense feeling.
After several minutes of this indulgent play, Rebecca finally pulled the shower head away from her throbbing pussy. She lifted it up to her chest instead, letting the water spray out toward the empty space of the shower stall while she caught her breath.
Her chest heaved as she breathed deeply, trying to steady herself. Her heart was racing and her body tingled all over from the rush of pleasure. A satisfied, slightly dazed smile played on her lips as the warm water continued to rain down on her.
Rebecca turned the shower off with a twist of the handle, the steady stream of water slowing to a drip before stopping completely. She hung the shower head back in its place and stood for a moment in the steamy stall, letting the last drops run down her body.
She slid the glass door open and stepped out onto the cool bathroom mat. Reaching for the towel she had set aside earlier, Rebecca wrapped it around herself at first, then unfolded it and began drying off properly.
She took her time, patting and rubbing her skin dry. She made sure to get every inch — drying her arms, her full breasts, her toned stomach, and down her legs. She especially focused on the more intimate areas, digging the towel between her asscheeks and thoroughly drying her crack. She also paid close attention to the space between her inner thighs and around her pussy, making sure no moisture was left behind.
Rebecca continued drying the rest of her body with slow, careful strokes until her skin felt soft and refreshed. She let out a content sigh, already feeling clean and ready for the rest of her day.
Rebecca reached for her favorite bottle of moisturizer and began lathering herself generously. She propped one foot up on the closed toilet seat, smoothing the creamy lotion up her left leg in long, even strokes. She made sure to cover every inch before switching to her right leg, repeating the process with care.
She continued working the moisturizer into her arms, shoulders, and across her full breasts, massaging it into her skin until it was fully absorbed. Her hands glided smoothly over her curves, leaving her body feeling soft, hydrated, and lightly scented.
Once her entire body was covered, Rebecca stood in front of the mirror. She opened the cabinet and pulled out her hairdryer. Turning it on, she began drying her vibrant blonde hair, lifting sections and moving the dryer around to different parts of her head.
She stood there for a while, tilting her head and running her fingers through the strands as she worked. The warm air blew through her hair, gradually removing the dampness. After a few minutes, she paused to feel her hair, checking the texture until she determined it was dry enough.
Satisfied, Rebecca set the hairdryer down and reached for her dry shampoo. She shook the bottle and began applying it to her roots, working it through with her fingertips to add volume and freshness to her blonde locks.
As she worked the dry shampoo into her roots, Rebecca felt another bubble forming in her gut. Still focused on her hair, she leaned forward slightly, one hand continuing to massage her scalp.
Without much thought, she relaxed and let it out. An airy, warm fart escaped her, lasting a few seconds with a soft, hissing sound that echoed lightly off the bathroom tiles.
She stood up straight again, continuing to fluff her blonde hair. A few moments later, the smell reached her nose. It was unmistakably stronger than before. She smirked, realizing the healthy smoothie she drank earlier was already starting to turn into farts.
Grabbing the hair dryer once more, Rebecca turned it back on. She twisted her body slightly and aimed the stream of hot air behind her, blowing it directly toward her ass to disperse the scent. The loud whir of the dryer filled the bathroom as she fanned the air away from herself, still focused on getting ready for her date.
After a few seconds, Rebecca turned the hair dryer off and set it back down on the counter. She gave her vibrant red hair one final fluff, making sure it fell nicely around her shoulders with good volume.
Once satisfied with her hair, she got dressed again in the outfit she had picked out earlier — the green dolphin shorts with the white side stripes and the tucked-in white t-shirt. She took a moment to clean up the bathroom, wiping down the counter and sink area before putting the hair dryer back in the cabinet.
Rebecca walked out of the bathroom and headed back to her bedroom. She picked up the smoothie bottle from the nightstand and chugged the remaining quarter of it in several big gulps. The thick, healthy mixture slid down her throat as she walked toward the kitchen.
She finished the last drops while standing at the sink, then rinsed the bottle thoroughly and placed it on the counter to be washed later.
It was right then that the realization finally hit her. Between the smoothie and everything she had already released that morning, she was definitely going to be really gassy for the rest of the day. A small wave of nervousness mixed with amusement washed over her.
She was about to go on a first date… and her stomach was already preparing to cause trouble.
Rebecca stood in the kitchen for a moment, biting her lip as she thought about her growing gassiness. She looked around, trying to come up with a way to release some of the pressure before Aaron arrived. She didn’t want to be uncomfortably bloated on their first date.
She settled on an idea that usually helped. Heading back to her bedroom, Rebecca positioned herself at the edge of the bed. She leaned forward, resting her upper body comfortably on the mattress while her waist hung over the edge. Her knees rested on the floor, putting her ass up in the air.
In this position, she began to roll slightly from side to side, gently massaging her belly against the edge of the bed. The motion put pressure on her stomach, encouraging the trapped gas to move. She pushed her hips back and forth slowly, hoping to work everything loose before she had to leave.
Rebecca let out a soft sigh as she continued the gentle rocking, her green dolphin shorts stretched tight across her round ass in this exposed position. She was determined to get as much relief as possible while she still had the privacy of her own home.
Rebecca glanced over her shoulder toward the body mirror across the room. The reflection gave her a perfect view of her ass wiggling back and forth in the tight green dolphin shorts. She paused for a moment, admiring how full and round her ass looked in this position — perked up high and jiggling slightly with every movement.
She couldn’t help but think how good it looked.
Suddenly, she felt a fresh wave of gas building. This one felt hotter than the others, like it was going to be a warm, potent release. She stopped wiggling immediately and pressed her upper body firmly into the mattress.
Lifting her knees off the floor, Rebecca pushed up onto her tiptoes, her feet planted hard against the carpet. She braced herself, arched her back, and pushed.
PPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRTTTTTTT!
A long, hot fart exploded out of her, loud and powerful. Her asscheeks clapped several times from the force of the blast, rippling visibly in the mirror as the deep, rumbling fart continued to rip through the fabric of her shorts.
The sound filled the bedroom for a few solid seconds before slowly fading. Rebecca let out a long breath of relief, still holding her elevated position as the warm gas escaped completely.
Rebecca stayed in position for a moment, still propped up with her ass in the air. She thought about the powerful fart she had just let out, and a naughty little fantasy flashed through her mind.
She imagined someone on their knees right behind her, face buried deep between her cheeks, taking that hot, rumbling fart directly. The vivid image made her pause.
A soft laugh escaped her lips. She shook her head, amused at herself. Deep down she knew nobody would ever actually want to be nose-deep in her ass for a fart like that — especially not one as strong as the one she just released.
Still chuckling quietly to herself, Rebecca slowly pushed herself up from the bed. She gave her ass a little playful pat, adjusting her green dolphin shorts before standing fully upright again.
Rebecca froze in place as the smell finally hit her.
It was a thick, heavy cloud that moved slowly through the room but hit with surprising intensity. The warm, potent odor from her massive fart filled the air around her, rich and unmistakable. She wrinkled her nose at first, then inhaled deeper, taking in the strong scent she had just created.
“Wow…” she muttered under her breath, half amused and half surprised by how powerful it was. The smoothie was definitely working through her system now. The smell hung heavy in the bedroom, thick enough that she could almost taste it.
Instead of rushing to air out the room, Rebecca stood there for a few moments longer, letting the warm cloud linger around her. A small, mischievous smile crept onto her face as she secretly enjoyed her own naughty aroma.
She gave her ass one last little shake before finally stepping away from the bed, wondering just how much more gas she’d have to deal with before Aaron arrived.
Rebecca grabbed her phone from the nightstand, still feeling the lingering pressure in her belly. She quickly typed “how to release gas quickly” into the search bar and began scrolling through the results.
After reading a few articles, it seemed like yoga was one of the most recommended solutions. She tapped on some images showing different poses that were supposed to help relieve trapped gas. A few of them looked promising — especially the ones that involved stretching the stomach and hips.
She set her phone down on the bed and got into position on the floor. Dropping to her hands and knees, Rebecca lowered her upper body and rested her forehead against the carpet. She poked her ass high up into the air, shifting into a deep Child’s Pose variation.
The stretch felt intense. In this position, her green dolphin shorts pulled tight across her round ass, and she could feel her cheeks spreading apart. Even more noticeably, her asshole opened slightly from the angle, creating a vulnerable but relieving sensation.
Rebecca let out a soft breath, holding the pose as she hoped it would start moving the gas along. Her ass stayed pointed upward, fully exposed in the tight shorts, as she waited for results.
Rebecca held the position, ass high in the air and head resting on the floor. Almost immediately, she felt a powerful rush of air building inside her.
Without any real effort, a huge burst of hot air exited her asshole. Whooooooosh — a long, continuous hissing sound filled the room as the gas poured out steadily for several seconds. The release was smooth and unrelenting, like a steady stream of warm pressure escaping her body.
Her asshole fluttered slightly with the force of it, the hot air blowing directly against the fabric of her green dolphin shorts. Because of how spread her cheeks were in this yoga pose, the fart felt especially wide and freeing as it flooded out into the bedroom.
Rebecca let out a soft, relieved moan into the carpet, staying perfectly still as the long hiss continued. The warmth and pressure slowly drained from her belly, leaving her feeling lighter with every passing second. The thick, warm cloud of her gas began to spread through the room around her upturned ass.
She stayed in the compromising position a little longer, savoring the deep relief as the final remnants of air trickled out.
Rebecca stayed in the face-down, ass-up position for several minutes, eyes gently closed as she focused on breathing. Her round ass remained high in the air, cheeks still spread by the deep stretch of the pose.
Every so often, another expulsion would slip out of her. Soft, warm puffs of air and a couple longer hisses escaped freely, with no resistance in this vulnerable position. She simply let her body do what it needed to do, releasing the built-up gas from the smoothie.
Suddenly, the vibration of her phone buzzing on the bed broke the quiet moment. Rebecca opened her eyes and reached for it, still keeping her ass pointed upward.
She opened the dating app and saw a new message from Aaron.
“Hey Rebecca, just wanted to let you know the Uber is on the way. Should be there in about 5 to 10 minutes. Looking forward to meeting you!”
Rebecca’s eyes widened slightly. She still had her ass in the air, and Aaron was already heading over. A flutter of nervous excitement mixed with the lingering warmth in her belly.
Rebecca’s heart jumped at the message. Only 5 to 10 minutes? She quickly set her phone down and returned to her desperate mission.
She stayed on the floor and immediately became much more aggressive in trying to force the gas out. Rolling onto her back, she pulled her knees to her chest and began rocking back and forth, squeezing her stomach hard.
She punched her lower belly with the side of her fist a few times, trying to jolt the trapped gas loose. The pressure was building fast now that she knew time was running out.
BRRRRRRTTTTT!
A sudden, sharp fart ripped out, loud and wet-sounding.
She rolled onto her side, then back to all fours, pushing her ass up again while frantically massaging and pressing on her stomach.
PPPPPPHHHHHHBBBBBBBBBBRT!
Another long, hot fart exploded out of her, this one deeper and more forceful than the last. Her asscheeks vibrated against her shorts from the power of it.
Rebecca was breathing heavily now, a mix of panic and relief on her face as she kept rolling around on the floor, squeezing, pushing, and punching her belly in different positions — anything to empty herself before Aaron arrived.
FRRRRT… BRAP! BRAP!
Two quick, sharp bursts followed, echoing in her bedroom as she stayed on her back with her legs pulled up high.
She could feel herself getting lighter, but the urgency remained. Aaron’s Uber was already on the way.
Rebecca stayed on the floor for a few more minutes, desperately trying to release as much gas as possible. Just as she was squeezing her stomach again, her phone vibrated on the bed.
She grabbed it quickly and read the new message from Aaron: “I’m here! Waiting out front whenever you’re ready 😊”
Rebecca’s stomach flipped. She got up fast and peeked out the window. Sure enough, a black sedan was parked in front of her building — she assumed it was him.
She felt a rush of excitement mixed with worry. The date was really happening, and her belly was still full of gas.
Moving quickly, she slipped on a pair of ankle socks and her favorite white sneakers. She sprayed on some light perfume and rolled on extra deodorant under her arms. Gathering her blonde hair, she threw it up into a cute, high ponytail, securing it with a green cloth hair band that matched her shorts.
She grabbed her phone, then slid her slim wallet into the tiny side pocket of her green dolphin shorts. Taking a deep breath, she reluctantly walked to the door.
Rebecca stepped into the hallway, locked her apartment door behind her, and headed down to the first floor. She held her phone tightly against her chest the entire way, her heart beating faster with every step.
She finally stepped outside. The Uber was still sitting there waiting. As she approached the car, she could feel the gas still shifting uncomfortably in her belly, a constant reminder of the smoothie’s effects.
She paused for just a second outside the car door, nervous but trying to keep a smile on her face.
Rebecca walked over to the back passenger side door and opened it. Her eyes immediately landed on Aaron sitting in the backseat. He looked just like his photos — friendly face, casual clothes, and a warm smile.
She slipped into the backseat beside him, closing the door lightly behind her with a soft click. The car smelled faintly of air freshener, and the engine hummed quietly beneath them.
She glanced toward the driver first. He was focused on his phone, checking the next destination pin that Aaron had already set in the app. The driver seemed completely uninterested in them.
Rebecca then turned her attention to Aaron. Her nerves got the best of her and she meekly said, “Hi…”
Aaron, on the other hand, looked relaxed and happy to see her. He smiled brightly and replied with easy confidence, “Hey Rebecca. You look great — seriously. It’s really good to finally see you in person.”
His warm compliment helped ease some of her tension. She felt her cheeks flush slightly as she returned a small, shy smile, all while very aware of the persistent pressure still shifting in her belly.
Rebecca settled into the seat as the driver glanced back in the rearview mirror and asked, “You good to go?”
She quickly remembered her seatbelt and pulled it across her body, clicking it securely into place. “Yep, I’m ready,” she said with a small nod.
The driver gave a quick nod, shifted the car into drive, and pulled smoothly away from the curb.
Rebecca sat quietly for a moment, the gentle motion of the car making her very aware of the pressure still lingering in her belly. She glanced over at Aaron, studying his face for a second before speaking.
“So… where are we heading?” she asked, trying to sound casual.
Aaron turned to her with a playful grin. “It’ll be a surprise,” he said warmly. “I think you’ll like it.”
Rebecca smiled back, but inside she felt a flicker of worry. She was already dealing with a very gassy stomach from the smoothie, and the last thing she needed was for him to take her somewhere that involved heavy food. The thought made her shift slightly in her seat, pressing her thighs together as another small bubble of gas moved inside her.
She kept her expression light, but her mind was racing. Please don’t let it be a big lunch spot…
Rebecca sat quietly in the backseat as the car moved through the streets. Usually she was a talker, especially when nervous, but right now the persistent gas in her belly made her feel too self-conscious to say much. She kept her answers short whenever Aaron tried to make conversation, offering small smiles instead.
The driver took a turn onto a slightly rougher road. As the car hit a sudden bump, the jolt squeezed Rebecca’s stomach in just the right way.
Pfffffffftthhhhhh…
She felt it instantly — a rush of warm gas being forced out of her ass and straight into the seat cushion beneath her. It was completely silent, but she knew it was going to be bad. Her eyes widened slightly as the warm puff spread out underneath her.
Trying not to panic, Rebecca quickly pressed her ass down harder into the seat, clenching her cheeks and thighs together. She hoped the smell wouldn’t escape and drift upward, at least not right away. Her face grew warm with embarrassment as she sat there rigidly, praying Aaron wouldn’t notice anything.
The thick, warm scent was already starting to bloom around her. She shifted ever so slightly, keeping firm pressure against the seat while pretending to look out the window.
Aaron glanced over at her with a friendly smile, completely unaware of the silent storm she had just released.
Rebecca couldn’t take the risk of the smell building up any longer. She spoke up, trying to sound casual, “Excuse me… would it be okay if I opened the window?”
The driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror and nodded. “Of course, go right ahead.”
She quickly lowered her own window, letting fresh air rush into the car. Then she leaned across Aaron, reaching for his window controls and cracking his open as well before sitting back up straight in her seat. The breeze felt like an immediate relief.
Aaron smiled and chuckled lightly. “That’s a great idea. It’s getting a little stuffy in here.”
Just seconds after the windows went down, the car drove past a busy fast food restaurant. A strong wave of greasy kitchen exhaust — burgers, fries, and fried oil — flooded into the car, completely overpowering the lingering scent of her silent fart.
Rebecca nearly sighed with relief. In her head she thought, This is a miracle… God, is that you? She had to fight back a smile as the heavy restaurant smell masked everything. For the first time since getting in the car, she felt herself relax just a little, the breeze from the open windows cooling her flushed cheeks.
Rebecca felt a little bolder now that the windows were down and the strong restaurant smell was dominating the car. She decided to push her luck.
She leaned slightly away from her open window, pressing her back more firmly into the seat. With a subtle flex of her stomach, she forcibly pushed out another fart.
It was completely silent. The soft cloth seats absorbed most of the warm gas, trapping it beneath her. She felt the heat spread out under her ass and thighs as the silent release continued for a couple of seconds.
Thankfully, the overpowering smell of fried food and grease from the restaurant exhaust continued to flood through the open windows, easily beating her fart for control of the car’s interior. No one seemed to notice a thing.
Rebecca stayed quiet, staring out the window with a tiny, secret smirk on her face. The mix of relief and nervousness made her heart beat a little faster as the car continued toward their mystery destination.
After a few minutes of quiet driving with the windows still cracked open, the driver glanced at them in the rearview mirror and spoke up, clearly trying to make conversation.
“So, how are you two doing today? And how do you guys know each other?” he asked casually.
Aaron took the lead with an easy smile, answering smoothly. “We’re doing great, thanks. We actually just met through a dating app. This is our first time hanging out in person.”
He kept his tone light and friendly, chatting with the driver for a bit about how nice the weather was and how spontaneous the plan had been.
Rebecca stayed mostly quiet, nodding along with a small smile when appropriate. She didn’t mind at all that Aaron was handling the talking. The less she had to speak right now, the better. Her main focus was still on keeping control of the gas bubbling in her stomach, especially with every small movement of the car.
She sat carefully, pressing her ass into the seat and breathing slowly, grateful that Aaron was carrying the conversation for her.
The car continued onward toward the surprise destination while Rebecca remained hyper-aware of every little shift in her belly.
After a while, the conversation between Aaron and the driver picked up momentum. They quickly landed on video games — a topic both guys seemed passionate about. They started talking about recent releases, favorite multiplayer games, and funny online stories, their voices growing more animated.
Rebecca stayed quiet in the passenger seat, content to let them chat. She gazed out the open window, watching the scenery roll by — trees, passing cars, and storefronts blurring together. Every now and then she’d glance over at Aaron or the driver, offering a small smile when they laughed at something.
Aaron and the driver were getting along surprisingly well, cracking jokes and bonding over shared interests like old friends. Their easy back-and-forth filled the car, which helped Rebecca feel a little less pressured to talk.
She was grateful for the distraction. It gave her time to focus on keeping her stomach under control. Every small bump in the road still made her clench slightly, worried another silent fart might slip out beneath her. So far, the fresh air from the windows was still helping mask everything.
Rebecca leaned her head against the seat, secretly hoping the ride wouldn’t last much longer — and that her belly would behave itself once they reached their destination.
After about five minutes, the driver pulled up smoothly against the curb and flipped on his hazard lights.
He turned slightly in his seat and said with a smile, “Man, I really enjoyed the conversation. You two seem like a fun pair. Hope you guys have a great date!”
Aaron thanked him warmly. “Appreciate it, man. Take care.” He then rolled up his window. Rebecca followed suit, quickly rolling her own window up as well.
Aaron opened his door and stepped out first. “Thanks again!” he called back to the driver before closing his door.
Rebecca quickly said, “Bye! Thank you,” and opened her own door. As she tried to stand up, she bumped her head pretty hard on the top of the car frame.
The jolt caused her to lose focus for a split second. Her clenched muscles relaxed, and a loud, unmistakable fart ripped out directly into the backseat of the car.
BRRRAAAAAPPP!
It wasn’t silent at all. The sound was clear and sharp, especially in the confined space of the car with the windows now up. Her butt was still halfway inside the vehicle as she was semi-crouched in the awkward position.
Panicking, Rebecca quickly straightened up, slammed the door shut, and took several fast steps down the sidewalk to create distance.
Aaron stepped onto the sidewalk beside her, seemingly completely unaware of the fart. He was already looking around at their surroundings with an excited expression.
Rebecca’s face burned with embarrassment as she realized she had accidentally left the Uber driver with a nasty surprise. She had just pranked the poor man without meaning to.
Rebecca stood on the sidewalk and watched as the Uber driver pulled away from the curb. Her face was still flushed with embarrassment. She knew he had definitely heard that loud fart, and with the windows rolled up, he was about to get a full, concentrated whiff of it. The thought made her cringe.
Aaron’s voice broke her out of her worried thoughts. “So I was looking around on the map earlier and found this really good spot,” he said enthusiastically. “There’s this popular smoothie place a few blocks from here. Their reviews are amazing.”
Rebecca cringed hard internally. Another smoothie? She had already downed a big one this morning, and her stomach was still paying the price. Two smoothies in one day sounded like a recipe for total disaster.
“But I figured we could walk a little first,” Aaron continued with a warm smile. “It’s only a few blocks away. Gives us a chance to talk and enjoy the weather. Sound good?”
Rebecca forced a smile, trying to hide her internal panic. “Yeah, that sounds nice,” she replied, doing her best to sound excited. As they started walking side by side, she could already feel her belly gurgling again, warning her that more gas was on the way.
She walked carefully, hoping the fresh air and movement might help settle things before they reached the smoothie place.
Rebecca walked beside Aaron along the sidewalk, trying her best to keep up with the casual conversation. However, every step made things more difficult. The natural motion of walking caused her glutes to flex and relax continuously, making it much harder to stay clenched. While her round ass looked especially good in the tight green dolphin shorts as it swayed with each step, the movement was doing nothing to help her hold everything in.
She was trying — really trying — but the pressure kept building.
They had been walking for a few minutes when Rebecca glanced back over her shoulder. A large city bus was approaching from behind, rumbling loudly down the street.
She waited patiently, timing it carefully. As the bus drew closer and the engine noise grew louder, she seized the opportunity. Right as the bus passed them with a heavy roar, Rebecca pushed.
PPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRTTTTTTTTT!
A long, powerful fart ripped out of her, the sound thankfully swallowed up by the loud bus. The hot gas flooded into her shorts and escaped around her thighs as she kept walking, trying to act completely normal.
Rebecca let out a quiet breath of relief, her cheeks slightly flushed. Aaron continued talking, completely unaware of what had just happened. She smiled and nodded along, secretly thrilled that the bus had given her the perfect cover.
But deep down, she knew this was only temporary. With another smoothie on the horizon, her belly was far from done.
Soon they arrived at the smoothie place. The colorful storefront looked inviting, with bright signs advertising fresh ingredients and various healthy blends. Aaron stepped ahead and held the door open for her with a gentlemanly smile.
Rebecca felt a fresh wave of gas bubbling aggressively in her belly. She really wanted to let him go in first so she could discreetly release it outside before stepping in. She shook her head politely and said, “After you.”
Aaron chuckled and countered with a playful tone, “What kind of guy doesn’t hold the door open for a woman? Come on, I insist.”
Rebecca froze for a second, her mind racing. She couldn’t think of a good excuse at first. After a brief pause, she blurted out, “My religion doesn’t let me enter doors that are held for me.”
Aaron stared at her with a confused but amused expression, clearly not sure how to respond. He decided not to press the issue and simply shrugged with a small laugh. “Alright then… weird rule, but okay,” he said before walking inside and letting the door swing shut behind him.
The moment the door closed, Rebecca seized her chance. She quickly turned slightly away from the entrance, clenched her stomach, and pushed.
Squeeeeak…
A sharp, high-pitched cheek squeaker slipped out, brief but potent. She winced slightly at the sound, hoping no one nearby had heard it, then quickly straightened up and reached for the door handle.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped inside to join Aaron, praying her stomach would behave itself just a little longer.
Rebecca stepped inside the smoothie shop and spotted Aaron standing off to the side, studying the large menu board on the wall. She walked over and stood beside him, close enough to feel his presence but still giving each other space.
She scanned the menu carefully. Most of the options looked overly sweet and loaded with sugars — mango madness, strawberry cheesecake, chocolate peanut butter blast. There were only a couple of truly healthy choices available. She knew those would likely make her already gassy stomach even worse, but she was pretty strict about what she put into her body.
Rebecca thought about it for a moment. I have to live with this body my entire life, she told herself. Who knows… this might be the last time I ever see Aaron. That was all the convincing she needed.
“I’ll go with the Green Warrior,” she told the cashier. “Kale, broccoli, chia seeds, banana, apple, and peanut butter.”
Aaron nodded approvingly and placed his own order — one of the sweeter, more enjoyable options: a tropical mango-pineapple blend with coconut milk and honey. He grinned at her as they waited for their drinks.
Rebecca smiled back, but inside she was already regretting her decision a little. Another heavy, fiber-packed smoothie on top of the one from this morning was almost certainly going to keep her extremely gassy for the rest of the date.
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, trying to stay composed while the familiar gurgling started up again in her belly.
Once they received their smoothies, Aaron looked around the shop and suggested, “Should we find a place to sit and drink these?”
Rebecca shook her head immediately. “No, I’d rather keep walking.”
Aaron raised an eyebrow, looking a bit confused. “Why?”
Rebecca thought fast and blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Well… you’re gonna have to work those calories off somehow.” The second the words left her mouth, she instantly regretted it and felt a pang of embarrassment.
Aaron stared at her for a second, then burst out laughing and shrugged. “That’s reasonable,” he said with a grin, clearly amused rather than offended.
As they headed toward the exit, Aaron instinctively reached for the door to hold it open for her again. He stopped himself halfway, remembering her earlier “religion” excuse. “Sorry, almost forgot,” he said with a chuckle and let the door swing shut behind him.
Rebecca stood there for a moment, glancing around the smoothie shop. A mischievous, slightly desperate look crossed her face. Screw it, she thought. I’m never going to see any of these people again.
She planted her feet in a wide stance, slightly bent her knees, and pushed hard.
BRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
A huge, loud, thunderous fart exploded out of her, echoing through the entire smoothie shop. The deep, rumbling sound seemed to go on forever, completely silencing every conversation in the store. Heads turned. People froze mid-sip. The entire place went dead quiet.
Rebecca straightened up casually, took a sip of her smoothie like nothing happened, and pushed the door open to join Aaron outside.
Once she stepped outside, Rebecca felt the fresh air hit her face. Aaron looked around the street, scanning the area with interest.
“I think I saw a park around here when I was checking the map earlier,” he said, pulling out his phone. He opened the map app and started searching for the nearest green space, his thumb scrolling across the screen.
Rebecca took a long sip of her Green Warrior smoothie, the thick blend of kale, broccoli, and peanut butter sliding down her throat. As she drank, a strange sense of relief washed over her. After that massive fart inside the smoothie shop, she finally felt like she might have emptied the tank. Her belly felt noticeably lighter for the first time all day.
She stood beside Aaron, her blonde ponytail swaying slightly in the breeze as she waited for him to find the park. A small, satisfied smile played on her lips while she secretly hoped her stomach would stay calm now that she had finally released so much pressure.
Aaron glanced up from his phone with a grin. “Found it! It’s only about a ten-minute walk from here. You up for it?”
Rebecca nodded with a smile. “That’s nothing. A ten-minute walk sounds perfect.”
They began strolling side by side toward the park, sipping their smoothies as they went. For the first time that day, Rebecca’s stomach felt calm and settled. The massive release back at the smoothie shop seemed to have done the trick. She felt lighter, more relaxed, and actually able to enjoy the walk.
The conversation flowed easily now. They chatted about random things — favorite seasons, funny childhood stories, and what they liked to do on lazy weekends. Rebecca’s blonde ponytail bounced with each step as she walked.
Before long, they arrived at the park. It was a pleasant green space with walking paths, scattered trees, and a few benches. They continued walking along one of the paths while talking.
Rebecca glanced over at Aaron curiously. “By the way… what were you and the Uber driver even talking about earlier? Something about video games?”
Aaron laughed lightly and started explaining the conversation, telling her about the games they had both played and some of the funny moments they had shared. Rebecca listened with a genuine smile, feeling much more at ease now that the pressure in her belly had finally eased up.
They made it to the park still sipping casually on their smoothies. The cool, sweet liquid felt refreshing as they walked together along the winding path.
The park was surprisingly beautiful and well-kept. Tall, lush trees lined the pathways, their branches neatly trimmed and the grass beneath them vibrant green. It felt like a peaceful oasis tucked away from the busy shopping district they had just come from. The contrast was striking — the calm, natural surroundings stood out sharply against the concrete, storefronts, and traffic they had left behind.
Rebecca took another sip of her smoothie, her blonde ponytail swaying gently with each step. The fresh air and pleasant scenery were helping her relax even more. For now, her stomach remained calm, and she was finally able to enjoy Aaron’s company without constant worry.
“This is really nice,” she said softly, looking around at the maintained trees and open green spaces. “I didn’t expect to find something like this so close to everything.”
Aaron nodded in agreement, smiling as he glanced over at her. “Yeah, I thought it’d be a good spot. Way better than just sitting inside somewhere.”
They continued walking side by side, the conversation flowing more naturally now as they enjoyed the peaceful surroundings.
They continued walking along the winding path until they reached a particularly beautiful section of the park. Here, the path was lined with low-hanging cherry blossom trees, their delicate pink and white petals glowing softly in the sunlight.
A gentle breeze swept through the trees, causing the blossoms to flutter down around them like soft, fragrant snow. The petals rained down gracefully, landing on the lids of their smoothies and sticking to the condensation on the cups. Several petals also landed in Rebecca’s blonde ponytail, catching in her hair like tiny floral decorations.
Rebecca laughed softly as she brushed a few petals off her smoothie lid. “This is magical,” she said, looking up at the trees. More blossoms drifted down, some landing on her shoulders and in Aaron’s hair as well.
Aaron grinned and shook his head lightly, trying to dislodge a few petals from his hair. “I didn’t expect this. It feels like we’re in a movie scene or something.”
The two of them kept walking slowly under the canopy of cherry blossoms, the petals continuing to fall around them in a gentle, romantic shower. Rebecca felt a warm flutter in her chest — the moment was surprisingly perfect, even with everything that had happened earlier that day.
They continued their leisurely walk through the large park, enjoying how expansive and peaceful it felt. The well-maintained paths stretched on for quite a distance, winding between clusters of trees and open grassy areas.
Every so often they took short breaks, settling down on one of the many wooden benches along the path. They would sit side by side, sipping their smoothies and watching people pass by — families pushing strollers, joggers with earbuds in, and couples walking their dogs. The casual people-watching made for a relaxed, comfortable atmosphere.
Rebecca’s blonde ponytail swayed gently as she turned her head to follow a group of kids chasing each other across the grass. She took another sip from her smoothie, noticing how the cup was becoming increasingly covered in condensation the longer they stayed outside. Tiny droplets of water formed on the sides, making the cup slick and cool in her hand.
Aaron seemed to be enjoying the relaxed pace just as much. He occasionally pointed out something interesting — a particularly fluffy dog or a striking tree — and they’d share small comments between comfortable silences.
The longer they walked and rested, the more Rebecca felt herself truly unwinding. Though she remained quietly aware of her belly, things had stayed calm since the smoothie shop. For now, she was simply enjoying the pleasant afternoon with Aaron.
After hours of exploring the large park, laughing, and talking about everything from favorite childhood memories to dream vacations, Rebecca and Aaron finally finished the last sips of their smoothies. The cups, now completely covered in condensation, were tossed into a nearby recycling bin.
The sun had moved much lower in the sky, casting a warm golden light across the park. It wasn’t sunset yet, but the evening was clearly approaching. Rebecca checked her phone and saw it was nearing 5:30.
Aaron turned to her with a relaxed smile as they stood near one of the park’s main pathways. “So… are you ready to head home?” he asked gently, giving her the easy out if she wanted it.
Rebecca felt a small flutter in her chest. The day had gone surprisingly well despite her earlier stomach troubles. She looked at Aaron, her blonde ponytail slightly messy from the breeze and cherry blossoms, and gave him a soft smile.
“Yeah… I think so,” she replied, though part of her didn’t want the date to end just yet. “It’s getting late.”
Aaron nodded, falling into step beside her as they began walking toward the park exit. “I had a really good time today, Rebecca.”
As they walked, she could feel the smoothies from earlier starting to work through her system again. That familiar pressure was slowly returning to her belly with every step.
Aaron pulled out his phone and ordered an Uber as they made their way out of the park. They stood together at the sidewalk, continuing their conversation while waiting for the car to arrive. The golden evening light made everything feel warm and relaxed.
A few minutes later, a car approached and pulled up smoothly to the curb. Rebecca’s stomach dropped the moment she saw it. The car looked very familiar.
Aaron casually walked over to the driver-side rear door and opened it. Rebecca, with growing dread, opened the passenger-side rear door.
As soon as the door swung open, her fears were confirmed. It was the exact same driver from earlier that morning. The man looked up and greeted Aaron with a friendly smile.
“Good to see you again, man!” the driver said warmly as Aaron slid into the backseat.
Rebecca stood frozen for half a second, her face already starting to burn. She reluctantly slipped into the car beside Aaron and quietly closed the door behind her, her heart pounding. The same backseat where she had accidentally blasted a loud fart earlier was now surrounding her again.
The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, his eyes landing on Rebecca for a moment. A flicker of recognition crossed his face, but he said nothing as he began entering the destination into his phone. Rebecca sat stiffly in her seat, pressing her thighs together and praying her stomach would stay quiet for the ride home.
The car pulled away from the curb smoothly. After a few moments of silence, the driver glanced at them in the rearview mirror with a friendly smile.
“So, how did the date go?” he asked casually.
Aaron leaned back in his seat, looking relaxed and happy. “I thought it went great,” he said warmly, glancing over at Rebecca. “I really enjoyed today. Hopefully Rebecca feels the same.”
Rebecca felt her cheeks warm slightly. She gave a small nod and smiled. “It was great,” she replied softly, keeping her voice light. “I had a really good time.”
The driver chuckled. “That’s awesome to hear. First dates that go well are always the best.”
Rebecca sat back in her seat, trying to look calm while internally panicking. Being back in this same car — with the same driver — made her extremely self-conscious. She pressed her ass firmly into the seat and focused on keeping her stomach under control, especially after the heavy smoothies she’d had throughout the day.
Aaron continued chatting lightly with the driver, while Rebecca stayed quieter, occasionally adding small comments. Every small bump in the road made her worry that another fart might slip out.
The ride had been going relatively smoothly until the conversation between Aaron and the driver took an unexpected turn. They had been casually talking about past dating experiences when the driver suddenly grinned and said something that made Rebecca’s blood run cold.
“I always look for the kind of girls that can blow you away with a fart,” the driver said with a laugh, completely unfiltered. “There’s just something about it, you know?”
Rebecca froze in her seat, her body going rigid. Her mind immediately flashed back to the loud fart she had accidentally let out in this exact car earlier that day. She stared straight ahead, terrified that the driver was about to call her out in front of Aaron.
Aaron, who had been talkative the whole ride, suddenly went quiet. It was unusual for him. He shifted slightly in his seat but didn’t say anything.
The driver, oblivious to the tension he was causing, kept going. “I dated this one girl who could fart on command. She’d suck air in and then just blow it out whenever she wanted. It was wild. We’d be watching a movie and she’d just rip one for the hell of it.”
Rebecca felt a tiny wave of relief that the driver wasn’t directly talking about her… at least not yet. But she was still on edge, worried he might somehow loop the conversation back around to what happened that morning. Her hands gripped the edge of her seat tightly.
Meanwhile, Aaron sat there unusually silent, his face turning a noticeable shade of red. He stared out the window, clearly uncomfortable with the direction the conversation had taken.
Rebecca swallowed hard, hyper-aware of her own gassy stomach once again as the car continued down the road toward her apartment.
The driver kept talking for a moment before noticing how quiet Aaron had become. He adjusted his rearview mirror to get a better look at him. A knowing smirk slowly spread across the driver’s face, as if he had just realized something that Rebecca hadn’t picked up on.
The driver let out a short laugh. “Wait… are you into that too?” he asked Aaron, his tone excited like he had just found a kindred spirit. “No shame, man. It’s more common than you think.”
Aaron immediately stiffened. “No,” he said quickly, his voice tight and uncomfortable.
Rebecca froze in her seat. She turned her head slightly to look at Aaron. His face was flushed red, and he was staring hard out the window, clearly tense and embarrassed. His body language screamed discomfort.
The driver chuckled again, apparently unable to help himself. “By the way,” he said casually, “I have to mention what happened earlier. When I dropped you guys off this morning… your girl ripped a huge one right as she was getting out of the car. Loud as hell. Left the whole backseat smelling for my next few rides.”
Rebecca wasn’t as mortified as she thought she’d be. It was weird that he brought it up so openly, but after the long day, part of her felt almost numb to it. She stayed quiet and kept watching Aaron closely.
Aaron suddenly snapped, turning toward the driver with a sharp tone. “Quit lying about her farting. That didn’t happen.”
The car fell into an awkward silence for a second. Rebecca took a small breath and spoke up softly but clearly.
“It’s true,” she admitted. “I did fart when I bumped my head getting out.”
Aaron seemed to freeze completely. His eyes widened slightly as he stared at her, completely caught off guard by her honest confession.
Rebecca watched Aaron closely, studying his reaction. For a brief moment, she caught his eyes flick downward — straight toward her hip and ass. It was quick, almost instinctive, like he was imagining the loud fart she had let out earlier coming from her.
She should have been freaked out. Or maybe even a little happy that this thing she had been treating as a flaw all day might actually turn him on. But instead, a quiet wave of anger settled in her chest.
She didn’t show it on her face. Her expression stayed calm and slightly embarrassed, but inside she was fuming. All day long she had been clenching, stressing, and desperately trying to hide her gas — sneaking farts on buses, in the smoothie shop, and in yoga poses. She had been uncomfortable and self-conscious the entire date, constantly worrying about what he would think.
And now it turned out he might actually like it? The realization made her jaw tighten. I went through all of that for nothing, she thought bitterly. If I had known… I wouldn’t have had to suffer like this.
The car fell into an awkward silence. Aaron looked away again, his face still flushed red, while the driver wore a smug little grin, clearly enjoying the tension he had stirred up. Rebecca stared straight ahead, her mind racing with frustration as the car continued toward her apartment.
The car finally pulled up in front of Rebecca’s apartment building. Before Aaron could even muster the courage to say goodbye — or anything at all — Rebecca had already made up her mind.
In one swift motion, she grabbed the front of his collar firmly, her eyes locked on his. “You’re coming with me,” she said, her voice low and commanding.
She threw open her door and yanked him across the seat, pulling him out of the car with surprising strength. Aaron stumbled onto the sidewalk, wide-eyed and speechless.
The driver let out a loud laugh from the front seat. “You two have fun tonight!” he called out with a knowing grin before driving off.
Rebecca didn’t waste a second. She stomped over to Aaron, grabbed the back of his neck with a firm grip, and began pushing him toward the entrance of her apartment building. Her belly churned and bubbled loudly as she marched him forward, the pressure from the smoothies building once again.
She led him up the steps, occasionally giving him a small push to keep him moving. When they reached her door, she shoved him lightly to the side while she pulled out her slim wallet and scanned her keycard. The lock clicked open. She pointed firmly inside.
Aaron looked visibly worried, his face still flushed, but there was something else in his eyes — a clear spark of arousal at how assertively she was handling him.
He shuffled inside obediently. Rebecca followed right behind him and closed the door with a heavy click, locking it. Without a word, she placed her hand on his back and pushed him down the short hallway toward her bedroom.
They finally reached her bedroom. Rebecca gave him one last firm push, sending him stumbling a few steps into the room as she stood in the doorway, her blonde ponytail slightly messy and her expression intense.
Rebecca stood in front of him, her eyes burning with frustration. She pointed sharply at the floor in front of her bed.
“On your knees,” she ordered.
Aaron obeyed without hesitation, dropping down onto the carpet and looking up at her with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.
“You have no idea what I went through today,” Rebecca started, her voice rising as she paced slightly in front of him. “My entire day has been absolute torture because I was trying so hard not to gross you out.”
“Before you even got here, I was in full panic mode. I was doing yoga poses with my ass in the air, rolling around on the floor, punching my stomach, leaning over the edge of the bed — anything to get the gas out. All because I didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of you.”
She stopped pacing and stared down at him. “And then on the date? It got even worse. I farted silently in the Uber when we hit that bump. That’s why I asked to roll the windows down so fast. Later, when we were walking to the smoothie shop, I timed a huge fart with a loud passing bus so you wouldn’t hear it.”
Rebecca’s blonde ponytail swayed as she shook her head in disbelief at her own behavior. “When you held the door open for me at the smoothie place, I made up that stupid ‘religion’ excuse just so I could stay outside and fart before going in. And then when we left… I stayed behind for a second, planted my feet, and ripped the loudest fart of the day right in the middle of the shop. It was so loud it shut the whole place up.”
She crossed her arms, looking down at Aaron who was still kneeling quietly. “All day I’ve been clenching, stressing, and suffering… and now I find out you might actually be into it?”
Rebecca’s voice softened, but the fire in her eyes remained as she waited for his response.
Aaron remained on his knees, looking up at her with wide eyes. As Rebecca recounted everything she had gone through, his breathing grew heavier. His pants were visibly tighter now, the bulge straining against the fabric as her candid confession clearly turned him on.
Rebecca noticed immediately. A mix of satisfaction and lingering frustration flashed across her face. She took a step closer, towering over him, and pointed directly at his face.
“Now you’re gonna fucking take my farts,” she said, her voice firm and demanding. “That second smoothie has been tearing my guts up all afternoon, and I’m done holding it in for you.”
She turned around slowly, presenting her round ass in the tight green dolphin shorts right in front of his face. The fabric clung to her curves, still slightly warm from the long day.
“You’re going to stay right there on your knees,” she continued, reaching back to gently grab the back of his head, “and you’re going to take every single one I give you. No pulling away. Understand?”
Her belly gurgled loudly in the quiet room, making her intentions very clear. Rebecca looked over her shoulder at him, waiting for his response with a dominant, expectant stare.
Rebecca felt Aaron’s head nod between her cheeks, his face now pressed firmly against her ass as the soft fabric of her dolphin shorts hugged him tightly.
She leaned forward slightly, placing her hands on the edge of the bed for balance. She widened her stance, spreading her legs a bit more, then arched her back.
With a deep grunt, Rebecca pushed hard.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
A massive, hot, rumbling fart exploded directly into Aaron’s face. The powerful blast vibrated against his nose and mouth, lasting several long seconds as the new gas from the smoothie they had shared earlier tore through her.
She let out a satisfied sigh as the thick fart continued to pour out of her, the warmth flooding around his face. Her ass cheeks trembled slightly from the force while she kept him pinned right where she wanted him.
“That’s just the beginning,” she said breathlessly, still pressing back against him. “There’s a lot more where that came from.”
Rebecca felt Aaron’s hands suddenly grab her hips, pulling her ass firmer against his face. He pressed his nose deep between her cheeks and inhaled greedily, breathing in the thick, warm smoothie fart she had just unleashed.
A wicked smile spread across Rebecca’s face. She was fully embracing her dominant side now.
“Ohhh, you like that?” she taunted, grinding her ass back against his face. “You’re really sniffing my nasty smoothie farts like a pathetic little pervert.”
She laughed softly, her voice dripping with teasing cruelty.
“I’m gonna fart all over your stupid face,” she continued, pushing her round ass harder against him. “Every single one. You’re not moving until I’ve completely emptied my guts on you. You’re my personal fart cushion tonight.”
Rebecca reached back with one hand, grabbing the back of his head and pressing him even deeper into her ass as another loud gurgle rumbled through her belly.
“Ready for the next one, loser?”
Rebecca smirked as she felt Aaron’s hands gripping her hips tighter, his face still buried deep between her cheeks.
“Since you like it so much…” she purred, “here’s another one.”
She pushed again, this time letting out a long, audible fart directly onto his face.
PPPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRTTTTTTTTT…
The fart wasn’t quite as explosive as the first one, but it was deep and steady, lasting a full seven seconds. The warm, hissing gas poured out continuously against his nose and mouth, the sound vibrating through her shorts and against his skin. It slowly lost power near the end, finally fizzling out with a few wet, bubbling pops right on his face.
Rebecca let out a soft, satisfied moan as she felt the release. “Mmm… that one felt nice and warm,” she teased, grinding her ass back against him slowly. “You’re just going to sit there and breathe it all in, aren’t you?”
She kept his face pressed firmly against her ass, clearly enjoying her new role. “Pathetic… but kinda cute.”
Rebecca pushed firmly on Aaron’s forehead, forcing his face away from her ass. Without a word, she turned and leaned forward over the bed, exactly like she had earlier that morning. She knelt on the floor, pressing her belly and upper body down onto the mattress while her waist rested right on the edge, lifting her ass high in the air.
Her tight green dolphin shorts stretched across her round cheeks in this position. She reached back with one hand and pointed her finger directly at her ass, making her desire perfectly clear.
Aaron didn’t need to be told twice. He shuffled forward on his knees, lowering himself until his face was perfectly level with her presented ass, just inches away.
Rebecca looked over her shoulder toward the body mirror on the wall behind Aaron. Just like she had done hours earlier when she was alone, she watched her own reflection — her blonde ponytail falling slightly to the side, her ass pushed out dominantly, and Aaron’s eager face positioned right where she wanted him.
She held his gaze through the mirror for a moment, then arched her back deeper, pressing her ass slightly closer to his face as another deep gurgle rolled through her belly.
Rebecca tensed her belly hard, her abs tightening and lifting her upper body slightly off the mattress. She pushed with everything she had, grunting softly as she forced out what felt like the strongest fart of the entire day.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
A massive, deep, and powerful fart exploded directly into Aaron’s face. The forced blast was long, hot, and incredibly strong, hammering against his nose and mouth with serious pressure. The sound was low and thunderous, vibrating through her cheeks and echoing in the bedroom.
Rebecca laughed loudly, clearly enjoying herself now. She looked back over her shoulder at him in the mirror, her face lit up with amusement and dominance.
“Take that one, you fucking pervert,” she taunted, still pressing her ass back toward his face. “That’s what you get for making me hold everything in all day.”
She kept her position — ass high and pushed out — watching his reaction in the mirror with a satisfied smirk as the thick smell filled the space around his head.
Rebecca tensed her belly hard and quickly, in short, sharp bursts.
BRAP!
BRAP!
BRAP!
BRAP!
She pumped out several small, powerful punches of gas directly into Aaron’s face. Each one was short but forceful, like quick, hot bursts of air blasting against his nose and mouth. Her ass cheeks flexed visibly in the tight green shorts with every sharp push.
BRAP!
PPBBRT!
Two more quick farts followed in rapid succession, each one landing heavily on him. Rebecca laughed breathlessly as she felt them rip out, clearly enjoying the control she had over him.
She looked back over her shoulder at him in the mirror, her blonde ponytail falling to the side. “Take them,” she taunted, her voice playful but cruel. “Little rapid fire just for you.”
She stayed in position — ass high and pushed out — ready to give him even more as her belly continued to churn.
Rebecca watched him in the mirror, her eyes narrowing with satisfaction. Aaron stayed right there, face pressed eagerly between her cheeks, making no attempt to pull away. He was clearly into it — breathing her in deeply, almost worshipfully.
A rush of heat flooded through her body. She hadn’t expected to get this turned on by dominating him like this. Yet here she was, growing wetter by the second, her pussy starting to throb with unexpected arousal.
She bit her lip, a fresh wave of confidence surging through her. The sight of him willingly buried in her ass, taking everything she gave him, was far more exciting than she ever imagined it would be.
Rebecca reached back with both hands, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him even tighter against her ass.
“You’re really loving this, aren’t you?” she murmured, her voice thick with lust. “My nasty little fart slut…”
Her belly gurgled again as she prepared to give him even more, her own arousal growing stronger with every passing second.
Rebecca paused for a moment, looking at Aaron in the mirror. A naughty, wicked idea crossed her mind — something she knew would completely blow his mind.
She pushed his head back firmly, freeing his face from her ass. Without saying a word, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her green dolphin shorts and slowly slid them down her thick thighs, letting them bunch up around her knees.
Her full, round ass was now covered only by a pair of green panties that had ridden up, wedged deeply between her soft cheeks. The fabric was visibly darkened with sweat, especially along the crotch and deep in her asscrack, the result of the constant heat from her repeated farts.
Aaron stayed on his knees, eyes wide and completely fixated. He stared hungrily at her exposed ass, unable to look away from the sight in front of him.
Rebecca glanced back over her shoulder at him in the mirror, a confident smirk playing on her lips as she watched his reaction. She gave her ass a slow, teasing wiggle, making her cheeks jiggle slightly right in front of his face.
Rebecca looked back over her shoulder at Aaron, still on his knees and staring intently at her exposed ass. Her green panties were tightly wedged between her full cheeks, the fabric dark and damp.
She smirked and gave her ass another teasing wiggle.
“Get in there,” she commanded, her voice low and firm. “Before I change my mind.”
Aaron didn’t hesitate. He leaned forward eagerly, pressing his face deep between her soft, warm asscheeks. His nose pushed right up against the sweaty, darkened fabric of her panties, burying himself completely in her ass.
Rebecca let out a soft, satisfied laugh as she felt his hot breath against her. She reached back with one hand and pressed his head harder into her, smothering him.
“That’s it,” she purred, arching her back to push her ass even more firmly against his face. “Smell it properly now.”
Her belly gurgled loudly again, letting them both know there was plenty more coming.
Rebecca tensed her body again, her abs tightening as she prepared another release. Her round asscheeks clenched visibly, causing her deep asscrack to push outward, the sweaty green panties stretching tight between them.
Then she let go.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
A massive, explosive fart blasted directly into Aaron’s face. The powerful blast erupted from between her clenched cheeks with incredible force, vibrating hard against his nose and mouth through the thin fabric of her panties. The hot gas roared out for several long seconds, completely smothering him in thick, warm heat.
Rebecca moaned softly in pleasure as she felt the intense release, pushing her ass back harder against his face to make sure he took every bit of it. Her cheeks jiggled from the force of the fart as it continued to pour out.
She looked back over her shoulder at him in the mirror, her eyes filled with lust and dominance, watching as she completely overwhelmed him with her gas.
Rebecca pushed her ass back hard against Aaron’s face one last time, smothering him completely with her warm, sweaty cheeks for a few seconds. Then she pulled away, creating some distance.
Without a word, she climbed fully onto the bed, her green panties still wedged deep between her asscheeks. She turned around and looked down at him, still on his knees.
“Lay on your back,” she ordered, patting the mattress firmly beside her.
Aaron obeyed quickly, crawling onto the bed and lying flat on his back. His face was flushed, breathing heavy, and his erection was straining obviously against his pants.
Rebecca moved with confidence, swinging one leg over his body. She positioned herself directly above his face, hovering her ass just inches from his nose. Her blonde ponytail fell over one shoulder as she looked down at him with a dominant, teasing smile.
“You’re not done yet,” she said softly, slowly lowering her ass toward his waiting face. “Not even close.”
Rebecca slowly lowered herself, sitting fully on Aaron’s face. Her soft, warm ass completely devoured him, his nose and mouth buried deep between her cheeks with only the thin, sweaty green panties between them.
She reached over casually, grabbed the TV remote from the bed, and turned it on. The screen lit up as she flipped through channels, acting like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Rebecca glanced down at the obvious, straining bulge in Aaron’s pants, then looked back at the TV with a smirk. She let out a soft laugh.
“I’m not touching you on the first date,” she said sweetly, her voice dripping with mock innocence. “That would be way too fast.” She laughed again, clearly amused by how ridiculous the statement was considering she currently had her ass planted firmly on his face.
Rebecca shifted her weight slightly, grinding down on him as she settled in. “Besides… I’m still mad about having to hold in all my farts today because of you,” she added, her tone teasing but firm. “So that erection you’ve got? That’s your problem. Not mine.”
She kept her full weight on his face, eyes focused on the TV as if she were just relaxing on a normal piece of furniture, while Aaron remained trapped beneath her.
Rebecca continued watching the TV for a moment, then lifted her ass slightly off Aaron’s face, giving him a small window to breathe.
But she wasn’t going to make it easy. Right as she raised her hips, she pushed out another hot, nasty fart directly down onto him.
PPPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRTTTTTTTTTT!
The long, wet-sounding fart ripped out loudly, completely soiling the air right above his face. The thick, warm gas poured out between her cheeks and flooded over his nose and mouth as he gasped for air beneath her.
Rebecca let out a soft, amused laugh as she hovered just high enough for him to breathe the fresh blast she had given him. “Mmm… breathe it in,” she teased, looking down at him. “That one was extra ripe for you.”
She kept her ass hovering just above his face, watching him with a satisfied smirk as the heavy smell lingered thickly in the air around his head.
Rebecca hovered for just a second longer, then dropped her ass back down without any warning or gentleness.
She planted her full weight firmly onto Aaron’s face, her soft, warm cheeks completely smothering him once again. This time she made no attempt to settle lightly — she sat down hard, her round ass engulfing his face entirely, pressing his nose deep into the sweaty, darkened fabric of her green panties.
“Mmmph—” was the only muffled sound that escaped from beneath her as she settled in comfortably.
Rebecca let out a satisfied sigh and shifted her hips slightly, grinding her ass down onto his face to make sure his nose was buried right where she wanted it. She kept one hand on the remote, casually flipping through channels while using his face as her personal seat.
“That’s better,” she murmured, her voice playful but cruel. “You don’t need air right now anyway.”
Her belly gurgled loudly again as she relaxed her full weight on him, clearly preparing to give him even more of what he craved.
Rebecca shifted her weight a little, getting more comfortable as she sat heavily on Aaron’s face. She began to push, grunting softly with effort. It was much harder to release with her asshole pressed so tightly against his face, but she kept trying.
Finally, after a few moments of straining, the fart began to force its way out. Hisssssssssssssssssssss…
It was a struggling, hissing fart — tight and pressurized. The hot gas squeezed out around the tip of Aaron’s nose like it was a cork, the pressure making it fight its way past the tight seal of her ass and panties.
Rebecca started slowly shifting her hips, grinding in small circles. With every movement, the direction of the leaking gas changed:
Sometimes it hissed out strongly to the right side of his nose…
Then she’d lean the other way and it would blast to the left…
Other times it bubbled directly in front of his nostrils, flooding both at once.
When she leaned forward slightly, the warm stream shot up the bridge of his nose and straight into his eyes, making them burn and water.
She moaned softly, clearly enjoying the control as she continued to shift and grind, directing her long, hissing fart wherever she pleased. The hot, thick gas kept pouring out in a steady, struggling stream, completely trapped under her ass.
Rebecca looked down between her legs with a smug smile, watching him take it all.
Rebecca continued to grind slowly on Aaron’s face as the long, struggling fart finally began to taper off. The loud hissing sound gradually grew quieter, softening into a weak, intermittent leak of warm air.
Even as it weakened, small puffs of gas still leaked out around the edges of her panties and the tip of his nose. She shifted her hips one last time, squeezing out the final remnants until the fart finally came to an end with a few soft, wet sputters.
She let out a deep, satisfied sigh and settled her full weight back down onto his face, smothering him completely once again.
“Mmm… that one took some work,” she murmured, sounding pleased with herself. “Felt like it was stuck right against your nose.”
Rebecca stayed seated comfortably on his face for a moment, gently rocking her hips as she enjoyed the feeling of total control. Her belly was still active, and she could already feel more gas building up for the next round. She glanced down between her legs with a wicked little smile. “Ready for more already?”
Rebecca lifted her ass just enough to give Aaron some air, hovering her warm cheeks barely an inch above his face.
Aaron immediately gasped desperately, sucking in desperate lungfuls of air. Every breath was heavily tainted with the thick, musky scent radiating from her stained green panties and sweaty asshole. The smell was strong, warm, and intimate — a potent mix of her natural musk and the heavy gas she had been releasing on him.
He swallowed hard between breaths, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to recover. Rebecca watched him from above with a satisfied smirk, clearly enjoying how hard he was struggling to breathe through her scent.
“Aw, look at you,” she teased, gently rocking her hips so her ass swayed just above his nose. “Breathing in my nasty ass air like it’s oxygen. You’re such a desperate little fart slut.”
She kept her ass hovering teasingly close, not letting him get any truly fresh air. The heat from her panties continued to pour down onto his face as she waited for him to catch his breath.
“Ready for me to sit back down?” she asked sweetly, already lowering herself again. “Or do you need another second to enjoy the smell?”
Rebecca watched Aaron gasp and struggle for air beneath her for a few moments, a wicked smile playing on her lips. Then, without warning, she decided to give him another gift while still slightly lifted.
PPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRTTTTTTTTT!
A hot, bubbling fart ripped out of her while she hovered just above his face, blasting directly down onto him. She held the position, letting the thick gas wash over his nose and mouth.
A few seconds later, she stood up fully, planting her feet on either side of his abdomen. With a smooth motion, she slid her green panties down her thick thighs and stepped out of them, leaving her completely bare from the waist down.
She leaned forward to pick up the discarded panties. As she did, she turned around and straddled Aaron’s chest, facing him. With a mischievous grin, she stretched the panties out and pulled them over his head like a mask.
Rebecca made sure to position the heavily stained crotch and ass area — the part that had been absorbing all her farts — directly against his face, pressing the damp, musky fabric right over his nose and mouth.
She sat back on his chest, admiring her work. His face was now completely covered by her soiled green panties.
“You look much better this way,” she said with a soft, mocking laugh. “Like my own personal little panty boy.”
Rebecca reached down and adjusted the fabric slightly, making sure the dirtiest part stayed pressed firmly against his nose.
Rebecca stood up over him, giving Aaron a brief moment of relief. She turned around slowly, giving him a full view of her bare, round ass before lowering herself once again.
She descended smoothly onto his face, this time completely bare. Her soft, warm asscheeks spread naturally as she settled down, engulfing his head between them. His nose and mouth disappeared deep into her warm crack, pressed directly against her bare asshole.
“Mmm, that’s better,” she sighed, shifting her hips slightly to get comfortable. Her full weight pressed down on him, her cheeks molding around his face and sealing him in completely.
Rebecca leaned back slightly, resting her hands on his chest as she ground down gently, making sure his nose stayed buried right against her hole. She could feel the heat and slight moisture from her earlier farts still clinging to her skin.
Without saying anything else, she tensed her stomach again, clearly preparing to give him another direct, bare-ass blast while fully seated on his face.
Rebecca settled comfortably on Aaron’s face, her full bare ass completely covering him. She leaned back against the headboard, remote in hand, and focused on the show playing on the TV.
At first she was still aware of him beneath her, occasionally shifting her weight or grinding lightly. But as the episode continued, she became fully invested in the storyline, her attention drifting away from the man trapped under her ass.
Even so, her belly kept working.
Prrrrrrrrrt…
A long, warm fart hissed out directly against his face.
A few minutes later, another one slipped out — this one deeper and thicker.
BRRRRRT… PBBBBBT…
She didn’t even acknowledge it, just let the gas flow naturally while her eyes stayed glued to the screen. Her ass remained planted firmly on his face, cheeks spread around his head as she relaxed completely.
FRRRRT!
Another bubbly fart escaped, this one wetter than the last. Rebecca barely reacted, only adjusting her position slightly when she felt it coming. She was now fully absorbed in the show, treating Aaron’s face like nothing more than a warm, convenient seat.
Every few minutes, another fart would rumble out — some short and sharp, others long and hissing — all of them blasting warmly against his nose and mouth while she continued watching television like it was a normal evening.
Rebecca let out a small, contented sigh, completely forgetting about the desperate man smothered beneath her bare ass.
Rebecca remained focused on the TV, barely registering the movements beneath her. Soon, she felt Aaron’s hands gripping at her thick thighs, squeezing desperately. She didn’t think much of it. This was all new to her, so she assumed he was just excited or wanted more attention. She simply shifted her weight a little more comfortably on his face.
His grip started to weaken. The strong squeezes became limp, faint taps against her skin. His arms moved slower, with less coordination. Rebecca glanced down briefly, still mostly distracted by the show. Maybe he wants more? she thought.
She tensed her stomach and pushed out a much harder, more forceful fart directly into his face.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP!
The loud, hot blast rumbled against his nose and mouth for several seconds.
“There you go, fartface,” she said casually, patting his arm without looking away from the TV. “That one was a big one just for you.”
Aaron’s arms finally went completely limp, falling weakly to the sides on the bed. His hands no longer gripped her thighs at all.
Rebecca let out a soft, satisfied chuckle, assuming it had overwhelmed him in a good way. “Aw, you really liked that one, huh?” she murmured, still seated fully on his face, gently rocking her hips as she continued watching her show.
Rebecca stayed seated on Aaron’s face for about fifteen minutes, fully absorbed in her show. She occasionally shifted her weight or let out more casual farts without much thought, treating his face like her personal cushion.
When the episode finally ended, she stretched her arms and lifted her ass just a little, glancing down between her legs.
Aaron’s eyes were closed.
A spike of panic shot through her. She quickly lifted off his face completely and reached down, pressing two fingers against the side of his neck to check his pulse. After a tense second, she felt the steady thump of his heartbeat and let out a deep sigh of relief.
He was still breathing — just unconscious.
Rebecca sat back on his chest, staring down at his limp face. His skin was flushed, and there was a visible sheen of sweat and moisture across his nose and cheeks. She replayed the moment in her head when his hands had been grabbing desperately at her thighs.
“Oh…” she muttered quietly, realizing what had happened. “That’s what you were trying to tell me.”
She brushed a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear, a mix of concern and lingering arousal on her face as she looked down at the passed-out man beneath her.
Rebecca finally climbed off Aaron’s chest and laid down on the bed beside him. She watched his sleeping face for a moment, his breathing slow and steady. After everything that had happened today, she felt exhausted. It was time to sleep.
She got up, pulled the cloth hair band from her blonde hair, and tossed it onto the floor. Walking to the kitchen, she poured herself a glass of water, brought it back, and set it on the end table. She took a few sips before turning to look at Aaron, who was still out cold.
“Don’t think I’m gonna stop farting in your face just because you’re bad at it,” she said to him casually, even though he couldn’t hear her. “You’re gonna get used to it.”
Rebecca moved to the foot of the bed and grabbed his legs, dragging him down a bit so he was positioned lower on the mattress. She then crawled back into bed next to him, turning onto her side so she was facing the wall. This left her bare ass pointed directly at him.
She reached for the blanket and pulled it over Aaron completely, tucking him in from head to toe. Her own upper body stayed out of the blanket, cool and comfortable. With her ass still aimed at his face under the covers, she let out a soft, content sigh and closed her eyes.
The day had been long, strange, and far more eventful than she ever expected.
Rebecca reached for the remote on her nightstand and turned on the air conditioning, setting it to a cool, comfortable temperature. She then grabbed her phone and turned off the bedroom lights, plunging the room into darkness except for the faint glow from the AC display.
She lay there quietly for a few minutes, enjoying the cool air brushing over her skin. The day had been long and chaotic, but she finally felt herself relaxing.
Then, without much warning, she lifted her leg slightly and pushed.
Pppppppppppppppppppppppppbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt!
A long, warm fart slipped out under the covers, directly into Aaron’s unconscious face. The blanket puffed up slightly from the volume of gas as it filled the space around his head.
Rebecca had just given him a proper Dutch oven — one that would likely linger under the covers until morning.
She let out a deep, satisfied sigh of relief, a small smile forming on her lips as she snuggled deeper into her pillow. Her ass remained pointed toward him under the blanket, ready to deliver more throughout the night if her stomach demanded it.
“Night, fartface,” was the last thing she said before she went to sleep