Good Morning! Welcome To Day Two! What's For Breakfast? Are You Still Gassy? How Long Do You Think You'll

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Boss's Orders (male fart/burp fetish story/fanfic)

hii everyone this is my first public fetish story I'm posting. this character (Cyrus) is not an OC he is from the P0ke/m0n series (I do NOT need this showing up in main tags/general searches haha). please enjoy this story of a repressed and uptight man losing all control of his ability to hold in his gas

Cyrus had no particular fondness for coffee; in fact, he found the taste to be quite repulsive, though he’d never let it show. It was something he drank to function, purely to fuel the machine that was his often-ailing body. As such, it was always supposed to be black coffee. He wasn’t the type of man to do things for “fun” or “enjoyment,” which were vague and sentimental concepts he simply did not have time to deal with. He didn’t need sugar, milk, or creamer; he drank his coffee as it came.

…That, and he happened to be absurdly lactose intolerant. It frustrated him immensely; yet another way in which he was painfully human and so far from the perfect ideal he sought. He usually didn’t have much trouble avoiding dairy, though a familiar and unwelcome bubbling in his stomach made him feel as though he hadn’t been diligent enough.

He shifted uncomfortably in his office chair at Team Galactic HQ. His stomach was softly gurgling, making him thankful he was so particular about his office’s isolation from the rest of the building.

Fuck. That moronic grunt I allowed to fetch me coffee must have made some executive decision to add creamer, he thought to himself, scowling as his discomfort grew.

Why would someone do that? Why were people so stupid and presumptuous?

Cyrus sighed and rested his head in his hands, his frustration quickly interrupted by a surging cramp in his abdomen. At first, he tried to ignore it, keeping his hands and mind busy by focusing on writing his next speech. He wasn’t a child; he could keep his bodily functions at bay without issue. Another sharp cramp rung through his lower body and he found one of his hands tentatively massaging his aching stomach, finding it far more bloated than usual. 

He angrily stood up and locked his office door, his stomach audibly complaining about the sudden movement. The last thing people needed to hear was him in such a vulnerable state. It was unbecoming of him. 

He tried to resume his task but quickly found himself wrapping both arms around his stomach, head on his desk. “Mmnh….” Although the cool surface felt nice on his sweaty face, he let out a soft groan of pain as his insides worked themselves into knots. Righting his posture and forcing himself upright, he tried to set his sights on typing the concluding thoughts of his speech, still able to hear his gurgling stomach over the sounds of the keypresses.

A sudden cramp came that was too intense for him to fight against; though he tried, tensing his muscles so as to not give into his weakness, his body had other plans. Unable to take it any longer, he involuntarily relaxed and let out a forceful, long, wet fart, one that made him sigh in relief. 

How shameful.

It was a disgusting feeling, to be so controlled by his body in this way. He attempted to stand up to open a window to rid himself of the foul odor but found another drawn-out fart bubbling out of him, so desperate he couldn’t hold it back as it filled the room with a sulfurous smell.

Whatever. He would simply resume his duties as any responsible adult would. When needed, he would provide himself relief, if that’s what it took to get his work done.

As he got back to typing, he felt a sharp cramp as his stomach lurched. He didn’t need to apply much pressure to let out a deep, ringing burp, one that made his throat hurt a bit from the sheer force of it. Anticipating another, he placed a hand over his mouth as a belch rose up from the depths of his body, muffled by his palm. Sighing, he closed his eyes, feeling shame and humiliation burn through him. “...Absolutely disgusting,” he quietly commented to nobody in particular.

The smells his body was producing at this point were foul. Entirely unable to restrain his gut from tightening and clenching, a soft, bubbly fart practically leaked out of him, filling his pants with an eggy stench. Perhaps even more mortifying than the gas itself was the sheer amount of relief it was bringing Cyrus to release it; on most occasions, he used every once of his willpower to hold back any eructations or flatulence indefinitely. To be so utterly at the mercy of his body made him feel powerless and weak, but releasing the painful pressure building up inside him was bordering on euphoric.

Taking a momentary break from typing to lean to one side, he let out a bassy fart with a finish just slightly too wet to make him feel comfortable. Another cramp hit him and forced a huge airy fart out of his hole; he let out a contented sigh of relief when it finally finished.

Every part of this disgusted him, especially the warm, damp feeling that was starting to fill the back of his briefs from the moisture of his farts. He was worried he’d need a change of underwear before the day came to a close. Hell, he might from the smell alone. But goddamnit, he’d vowed to complete his tasks at any cost. Nothing so trivial as an upset stomach would interrupt his duties.

As he set himself back to work on writing his speech, his face was burning hot from embarrassment, even though he was alone. Cyrus had always been particularly shy about his bodily functions, especially those deemed more…impolite in nature. What, was he really so weak as to lose control over his bowels, like he was a child? Regardless, even when he tried to hold back his gas, he soon found it erupting out of him, hot searing farts hissing out of him for upwards of ten seconds at a time, rendering the office air nearly unbreathable.

He pressed a fist to his mouth to stifle another loud belch, before furrowing his brow in frustration. A quick assessment of his midsection revealed him to be no less bloated than before, perhaps even moreso despite the massive amount of gas he’d managed to expel. I despise this. This is no way for a leader to conduct himself, he thought as he tentatively unbuttoned his pants and unbuckled his belt, allowing his swollen gut some relief. As revolting as this was, it’d also be best if it was over as fast as possible, and perhaps that required some encouragement on Cyrus’s behalf.

Trying to apply firm pressure to his tender abdomen, he took his fingertips and began massaging his stomach. Forcing his gas in certainly wasn’t working, so maybe forcing it out would have more productive results. With one hand, he gripped the edge of his desk, as he pushed out a massive, roaring fart, so long that it left him out of breath. “Arceus almighty…” He mused to himself as his stomach churned. Every time his hand connected with his midsection, another bubble of gas would force its way out of him.

This strategy seemed to be decent for making progress, though Cyrus’s gut seemed to be capable of producing nearly endless air. After another flurry of smaller farts, he let out a large one that, to his displeasure, felt decidedly wet.

“...Fuck,” he said, getting to his feet and attempting to make his way to his private bathroom. With every step, he let out another rancid, swampy fart, interrupted periodically by deep burps. When he finally got to the bathroom, he felt like he was being stabbed in the abdomen; surely whatever demonic force would emerge from the depths of his bowels would not leave his pants intact, and he was so close to the toilet, but…

Cyrus was unable to restrain the disgustingly wet, sloppy fart that tore through his bowels, his mouth opening a bit in shock at how truly vile it was. It sounded and smelled like he was actively soiling himself. When he managed to shove down his pants and seat himself on the toilet, finally releasing the storm brewing in his intestines, he rested his head in his hands. This was going to be a long day.

🍄 anon again-

god I've been SO gassy today, just blasting ass all day long or letting them out as quietly as possible when I'm in public. I accidentally gassed out a friend after lunch earlier- farted midsentence as quiet as I could and it hit me immediately how bad it was, but I just didn't say anything, and she didn't either. I felt like I got away with murder. then a little later I ended up at a different friend's house, having a really serious conversation about some bad stuff that's happened to them recently. I'm sitting on a hardwood floor a few feet away, don't really want to interrupt, but I was having to discreetly let off some pressure every 30 seconds or so, until at one point I just ripped ass so long and loud it stopped the conversation dead and I finally excused myself to go blow up the bathroom.

anyway. was kinda just imagining that happening with you instead, wondering what you'd do about that...

damn dude 😳😵‍💫 subtly letting them off right in front of people just for some quick relief??? that's literally my top tier fantasy right there, it's unbearably hot that you had to just let rip as discreetly as possible 🥵 and eventually farting loud and long once the urge became unbearable, goddddd 🤤🫣

if it were me, I'd be such a blushy mess once I realised what you were doing - but hey you obviously need to deflate a bit, so maybe I let you get away with it. maybe I need to let out a few too 👀 maybe we both take a break from our conversation to rip ass properly, since we both so badly need it 🥴

Olivia was sat in the pool, surrounded by her friends and acquaintances from uni in the late hours of her 21st birthday party. It'd been an incredible night so far; people were drinking, dancing, the food was amazing, and Olivia was enjoying herself in more ways than one. She wasn't exactly sitting in the pool itself, more like straddling another person in the pool. The other girl would feed Olivia and then kiss her after every bite.

"Open wide Livie." Bea, Olivia's girlfriend, popped a strawberry into Olivia's mouth before biting the other half so their lips could meet.

Olivia felt amazing in the moment. This would be a birthday she'd remember forever.

bBBbblLlllL

The two girls froze mid-makeout. The worst part was the Bea's hand had slid down to Olivia's ass right at that moment, so she felt every air bubble that had escaped Liv's rear end. Olivia felt her face grow hot. She was mentally preparing an plausible lie that would explain why she didnt just fart on her girlfriend, but Bea's giggling was the first to break the silence.

"Damn Livie, I didnt know you were so comfortable with me." Bea continued to laugh as she tucked a wet strand of curly hard behind Olivia's ear. Olivia's face twisted into an expression that could only be described as a bashful cringe before covering her face with her hands and burying herself into her girlfriend's chest, causing Bea to go from giggling to full on laughter.

Olivia insisted they get out of the pool, and Bea agreed after a few more minutes of teasing.

"This way it'll be harder to tell if you fa-" Olivia punched Bea in the arm.

They joined their group of friends next to the music and spent the better part of the hour dancing and playing drinking games. It was getting close to midnight, which was when they were planning to bring out the cake. This was when everyone was going to sing happy birthday and Olivia would be the center of attention. She'd been excited for it since the day she planned it six months ago. She loved the spotlight, it's why she planned these big elaborate birthday parties! But right now, something was terribly wrong, and she wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole.

Olivia had hoped that that embarrassing moment in the pool would be the worst of it. She had to admit that she was a little nervous about the party, and she'd been stress eating for the past few days. She'd eat until she finally realized that her stomach was stuffed to the brim, then she'd regret everything later on when she had to squeeze a fat load into the toilet. Today had been the worst of it; she'd practically cleaned out the fridge, and would've eaten the catering too if her friends hadn't stopped her. But they'd been so busy with everything that she when she realized she hadnt gone yet the party had already started. No big deal though right? She lived here, she knew where the bathroom was. But every attempt to relieve herself had been halted. The line had been too long on the first floor, and several people had been sick in the second floor bathroom. Olivia figured that she could hold it, but that had been 4 hours ago. Her stomach feel like a painful boulder she had to carry around. It's why she'd led Bea to the pool in the first place, the water felt soothing to her tummy, she just didn't realize how much.

Now something had been breached. She tried to act normal, but her stomach felt like a war zone. The weight of so many helpings of meat and cheese and any snack she had been able to find was now punching and kicking at her insides. She felt pregnant and ready to pop, but there was no where to give birth to this thing unless she did it in a bush. And she would NOT be humiliated at her own birthday party!

Olivia was starting to feel sick, enough so that she feared her friends would notice. So she went back to her original plan of simply trying to soothe her tummy. Once the party was over and everyone was gone, she could beeline right for the nearest bathroom or sink or bucket and let loose. She just had to wait a couple more hours.

She told everyone that she was gonna go chill in the hot tub for a bit, emphasizing how she wanted to enjoy some alone time before her big moment. She was glad no one pushed to go with her and made her way over.

The hot tub was completely vacant. This was post covid, no one wanted to share a pool of hot bubbling water in close proximity to a bunch of strangers. Olivia eased herself in and immediately felt her stomach settle. She let out a long sigh and allowed herself to openly rub her aching stomach. She didnt realized how bloated she was until she felt the taut bulge protruding out her midsection. It was clear this load was gonna be big, but for now it would have to wait until later.

BBbBOorrbbLll

Olivia sat stiff as she watched and extra set of bubbles rise to the surface. For a moment her face went red, but then she remembered that she was alone. Everyone was far enough away that even if the music wasnt on no one would really notice what she was doing unless they looked closely at her. She relaxed again, sinking further under the water, and relaxed her body enough to let out another fart, this one deeper and more intense than the last. Her eyelids lowered, a relieved expression forming on her face. She felt her stomach gurgle with satisfaction as more gas bubbles burst from her swimsuit. She felt herself give a little push to ease more of it out, feeling more relieved than she had all night.

BRBBLRRT

Olivia gasp as if she'd been drowning and now was desperate for air. Something hard and wide was pressing out of her and against the back of her swimsuit, and it was eager to fully emerge. Olivia tried not to panic, but internally she wanted to scream and cry. This could not be happening, and she hated how badly her body needed it too. Her body wanted so badly to push keep pushing, tried to convince her to let it come out. But she reminded herself that she was in a HOT TUB! She was at her birthday party and she was not about to shit anywhere but on a toilet!

She fought back and started to suck it back in, her asshole gaping around the protrusion sticking out of it. She strained as hard as she could without alerting anyone, draping her arms over the side like she was relaxing when really she was gripping the edge of the tub for support. It hurt to try and pull the turd back in, but she bore down hard. But there was no room in her stomach for it, her body showed her how fruitless her effort was.

As soon as she stopped straining, the log took the chance to slide out. Not a little, not halfway, but fully and completely into her swimsuit. It happened so quickly, but she felt every bulge it made as it happening, feeling it curl up against her butt. She let out an involuntary groan when it fully came out, small bubbles rising up from her bottom when a muffled fart was pushed out against the huge load. The bulge in her swimsuit was so wide, even in the rippling water she could see it poking out between her legs. She felt grateful it was all solid, but it didnt change the fact that she had still shit herself. She could feel a sob rising up from her throat, but she barely had time for a single tear when a friend appeared by her side. She nearly jumped out of her skin and just barely avoided squishy the poopy bulge in her butt in the process.

"Oh sorry Liv! Wasnt trying to scare you. But it's almost time for cake! Come on, we gotta sing happy birthday to the birthday girl." They playfully pinched her cheek before walking off, thankfully unaware of Olivia's predicament.

Now she was panicking. She had to do something, there was now way she was going to stand in front of everyone with a bathing suit full of shit. But she couldnt go up there naked! And the worst part about the whole thing was that she still needed to go. The log sitting in her bikini bottom was the first of many, she could feel her stomach churning with another big poop. Possibly some less solid ones too.

As if to pour salt on the wound, Olivia felt her bladder let go. If the pool wasnt already hot, she would feel a warmth spreading around her waist. The only reason she knew she was peeing was because the momentary increase of warmth on her thighs paired with the feeling of emptying her bladder. She sat there in the water for a moment, frozen like a peeing deer with poop in its pants. She didnt have much time, so she did the only thing she could think of at that moment and reached down to open her bottoms. Apparently her mess wasnt as solid as she'd originally thought, and she had to wiggle her hips to get her poop to budge. She hopped out as it rose to water level and quickly wiped herself with a towel before rushing off towards the waiting crowd.

Olivia was greeted by cheers and birthday wishes as she approached, and she tried to ignore the cramping pressure in her bottom as she smiled and thanked everyone. She stood before the crowd of her girlfriend,  best friends and peers as they begun to sing.

"Happy Birthday to you~"

Olivia could barely hear any of them over a different sort of chorus going on in her stomach. She tried not to grit her teeth as her insides turned to knots.

"Happy Birthday to you~"

Olivia was glad she was face towards the crowd and that their singing was loud, because she suddenly felt a fart slip out and leave something wet and muddy in her bottoms. It started and wouldnt stop no matter how much she clenched, and she tried not shake as gas rippled out of her.

"Happy Birthday dear Olivia!~"

She had to hold it! She had to! But she could feel her bottom loosening up.

"Happy Birthday to-!"

BLOOOP BLLORRTTTCH

The sound of mud and muck filling her bottoms cut through the song. A tidal wave of chunky liquid poop exploded out of her ass at it's weakest moment.

BBLLRRTCHBBLLRTT

There was so much poop, she felt it burst out and spill onto the ground, even running up her back. Her body was so overcome with the desperate need to unload that for an unfortunate moment she forgot she wasnt on a toilet. She could feel something more solid coming from her stomach and so, in front of everyone, she began to push.

"UHH UUUGGHHHNN!"

She grunted like a cave man and wrapped her arms around her stomach as large soft logs of waste began to squeeze out of her like toothpaste. It oozed out and landed with a solid wet thud onto the ground.

The crowd watched on, some stunned, some horrified, some disgusted and gagging. But one thing they all had in common was that they'd remember this forever. Especially Olivia.

Let’s not pretend doms don’t need after care too.

Ask them if they are satisfied, whether they came or not. Do they want to cum?

If they need anything to drink.

Perhaps they might be cramping from putting a lot of effort.

Tell them they did well and which parts you enjoyed the most.

Compliment them for their work.

Cuddle up to them.

Offer help for the clean up afterwards.

Order food together.

Sex can be something casual, but might be intense too. Either physical or mentally. Take care of each other and regularly communicate with each other. No question should be taboo. It’s better to be safe than sorry.

hiiii another lurker who hasn't talked before here hehe. i really like your blog and i've been trying to work up the courage to send in my own ask for a while now >w< but something happened yesterday that made me need to.

so my roommate is really gassy right. like REALLY gassy especially when she eats trigger foods. and her farts are literally probably the hottest i've ever heard irl bc they're SO like. bubbly and loud in a specific way that doesn't really have a word. like they sound like a balloon deflating really loud usually. but really deep and low especially when she's on the couch.

they also generally STINK. (again especially when she eats trigger foods - scary!!!) and she used to be really bashful about it but like. when you live with someone you live with someone and so she kind of has just stopped caring about farting around me. she's not ALWAYS gassy but sometimes she's a nostril destroying fart machine i swear 😵‍💫😵‍💫. and it makes me go insane but she has no clue she's like a roommate from heaven for me.

ANYWAY so yesterday we were watching tv and she got up to use the bathroom. and as she was leaving the room she farted. and like. lowkey ok the side of the couch i was sitting on was right next to the hall so it was actually kind of like. close to my head. and it didn't sound anything like her usual ones, it was like a quiet puumffff... sort of sound. and then like within 15 seconds it hit me and i was DYING bc it was SO BAD. and it was SO HOT at the same time so i was dying in a totally different way 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫ldjfkgdljkfg. and she blows up the bathroom for a while and she comes out. and i swear to you this woman FINALLY SMELLS THE AIR out here and goes like "ooh, sorry about that fart" like GIRL you have no clue the half of what you just put me through dfkghjdfkgjhdfglhj...

anyway so how to tell roommate that i kind of want her to eat parmesan garlic pringles and fart on my face and laugh at me for flinching away but i think i might die before i ever have the courage to tell her anything like that hey wait this isn't google >vvvvvv<

(could i be 🎨 anon?)

hooooly shit I would not survive a roommate like that 😳😩 your description of the sound sounds like my ideal farts, especially into the couch cushions 🥴🥴

but damn, the way she noxiously farted basically in your face and didn't even notice 👀 a shame you probably can't ask her to do it again, but I wish that reality for you anon 🙏🙏

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Hey twst community I'm a kink blog so don't look at my blog if you don't wanna see Freak Shit™ but I needed to get it out there-

I am. So angry. WHY WOULD THE ADVENT CALENDAR GIVE US A TENFOLD KEY RIGHT AFTER THE IDIA BIRTHDAY EVENT ENDS THEY KNOW PEOPLE LOVE HIM SO WHAT HE'S NOT THE MOST POPULAR IN THE ENGLISH SERVER HE HAS JAPAN'S HEART AND HE HAS MINE TOO DAMMNIT YOU DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TO EXTEND THE EVENT YOU COULD HAVE JUST SWITCHED AROUND THE ADVENT CALENDAR GIFTS AAAASAAAAASDGDHGHHJKHFBUHFHJFHGHF

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Just couldn't hold it in any longer 🫧 urrp