Trapped In Bobby’s Fart Bag
by fetishguy

As a thank you to my mother and to give her and my dad some alone time, Bobby said she would bring me and a friend camping to get out of the house. I invited Karl. Now you guys know how much Karl LOVES Bobby. Needless to say it took some convincing.

The ride there was pretty normal. When we arrived we set up camp. We all were going to sleep in one tent. We had a camp fire and told some stories. We had some dinner as it got dark. Bobby brought her special devil eggs and we cooked up some hot dog and beans. Bobby had A LOT of hot dogs and beans and had about an equal amount of devil eggs.

All of a sudden Bobby looked right at Karl, tilted one butt cheek and all you hear is, “brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr plop plop……ahhhhhh, how’s that for memories Karl?” I laughed as Karl moved over closer to me. Bobby stared at him and goes, “my farts love you Karl, they want to be around you”

It was hilarious how uncomfortable she was making him. Karl left to go to the out house and Bobby says to me, “I have some obsession with farting on him, I think its so fun to make him torture.” I said, “well you’re making him not want to be here, you should give him a break.” Bobby laughed out loud. “He has to be here, and the only break I’m giving him is when I break wind”

After dinner we all went into the tent to talk as we fell asleep. Karl dozed off and as soon Bobby saw she got up, creeped over to his sleeping bag, got in and trapped him in it while she held the top shut.

“What are you doing?! We are not doing this right now.” Karl yelled as Bobby laughed hysterically. I saw this coming but I didn’t think she could move fast enough for Karl to not fight her off. “You’re fine” She said, then immediately after you hear a deep bassy fart bellow from in the sleeping bag.

You could hear the smell hitting him in waves. From start to finish you hear, “gah, oh god I can smell it………jesus christ…….OH MY GOD THAT REEKS!” He tried to get out but Bobby was so much stronger than him. I yelled out “what does it smell like? Haha.” He replied with, “I don’t know fucking eggs and shit, seriously let me out now or I’m leaving.” Bobby didn’t even wait for him to finish saying “leaving” before a big fat plopper burst out of her ass, filling the bag again with the stench of rotten eggs and bean farts. “What and ruin a perfectly good bag of farts? No way!” She said laughing as she gave me a wink. She let off a few more over a span of 10 minutes.

“Oh my god, this fucking stinks” Karl whined from underneath the sleeping bag. You could hear him starting to cry again. I gave Bobby a stern look and she rolled her eyes. We listened to him whimper for another minute and I said, “Bobby, hes been literally ONLY breathing in your farts for like the past 15 minutes.” She waited a little bit. I couldn’t tell what she was doing but then opened the sleeping bag so he could stick his head out. He definitely had been crying. I was wondering how much was from him being a wimp and how much was from inhaling Bobby’s deep eggy farts. “Please, get out of my sleeping bag.”

Bobby started to slide out, “okay okay, I can tell when I’m not wanted, just turn around real quick I think I got something from your sleeping bag stuck in my pajama shorts” As Karl turned to look Bobby stuck her ass right on his face and let loose 3 loose wet farts. PFFFFFFFT FRRRRRRRRRTT PLPLPLPLPLT. Karl, to my utter shock, didn’t even fight. A tear just came down his face as he was forced to inhale her rank wet farts. And it was RANK. Since it was out of the bag I could even smell it. “Little good night parting gift my love” Karl just rolled over and closed his eyes as Bobby got back in her sleeping bag.

As I was laying there in the silence, a thought came to mind. Did Bobby get some sort of euphoria from farting on Karl? Why Karl? And was it so much that Karl was getting CONDITIONED to accept her farts? Is that why he wasn’t fighting back after being trapped with them? Hmm.