by Just A Guy on Wed Apr 22, 1998
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I await what some say is fate:
it's her fart that she lays
in my face as it plays..
I am her Microphone. Oh joy..
and even her sex toy..
and her smell is much greater
then the sound of the flatulator..
she farts in my face and then saves
it as file...fart (dot) wav
and uploads for awhile..
she sends it to you and
you open your prize....
that wav is so precious and it's even a good size...
but you think you're the lucky old chap..
I am the creator of that sound: snap, snap, snap..
I'm your master: you all envy me...
get down on your knees
and wait for another breeze...
it is I who am the middle man..if it wasn't for me..
that file in your box would not be there, you see..
oh I'm so lucky..I am her microphone...
as she creates more gas sometimes I wish I had hands and for a moment I'll be alone..
and let five minutes pass by and here she comes again...
with another fart to thrill me for you all to listen..
she sticks me up her ass...
and I await with joy..
for her lovely wind to pass...
I love it when she screws up..so we could take 2 or 3 or 4..
'cause her farts never bore me..I want it some more..
so thank you for asking her for some wavs...
cause now I have a job..I consider me her sex slave.....
I never thought I would love to be a microphone..
from bad things I heard..
but I guess I am blessed..
{what rhymes with blessed that's not the word messed?}
but on that note ..please ask for more..
as her stomach still bloats....
Ask for more wavs..
be a pal...cause I need some work..
and oh I love her smell...
as the wind goes into my lungs and out into her PC
it is so joyous, it's heaven you see..
and everytime you beg for her fart wavs just remember me
I am her helper...I get off for free...
it's like my pay to work for her that's no lie...
so beg for more fart wavs...and you would be helping I.
by Lisa on Mon Apr 27, 1998
Some may have called supper model Bridget Jenkins evil. A tool of the devil. However, what others perceived as nastiness, she saw as ambition. You had to be ambitious in this business to get on top. And then, to stay on top. So what if getting the high profile jobs initialed humiliating your opponents? Those where the breaks! And Bridget had humiliated her fair share of models! She had slipped itching powder into Debbie Harris' panties. The blond wasn't so sexy scratching her bum and genitalis... on national TV! A year ago, little Vanessa Jones almost unseated her.... but, a little ex-lax in her water before the spring show had fixed her. Imagine... a sexy dark haired bomb-shell filling her sexy little teddy with diarrhea. On stage! However, it seemed there was no rest for the wicked.
Now, it was Donna (just Donna). A gullible, superstitious southern beauty who had captured the hearts of all who saw her. And (despite her best efforts) Bridget still hadn't embarrassed the young woman. Several plots had failed: liquid heat in her panties, a whoopie cushion at a lunch in, even the classic Boom boom pills in the food had failed (and Linda was none to happy about her sudden "gastric disturbance".)
So, Bridget thought it was all over when she found out she had been replaced by Donna as the final girl in the latest show. Then, she realized she could use this loss to her advantage. They where modeling Jan Ordel's latest creation "fetish clothing". Rubber clothes. And the piece Donna was sporting was an skin tight, black latex-spandex body suit that covered her from head to toe. It was air tight... and that gave Bridget an idea.
That day, Bridget took Donna to lunch. And loaded her with bean's, chilli and broccoli. Donna sat at the table, gripping her sides. Around her, there where piles of dishes. There was one spoon full of beans left. "Oh Bridget! Thank you Soooo much! But, I can't eat another bite!" Bridget spoon up the last bit of beans. "Oh, come on! One more bite!" Giggling, Donna bent down and gobbled down the last bit. "Mmmmmm.... my! That was delish! Thank you Bridget!" "Don't mention it." Bridget said, smiling. "Oh, look at the time! We'd better get a move on!" the pair ran to the limo and scuttled in.
On the way to the show, Donna's stomach began to burble. "Oh! I hate to be rude, but I may just pass gas in a few secs here!" Bridget knew that was bad. Donna had to save all that gas for the stage. "NO!" she called as Donna turned a cheek. Donna had a puzzled look on her face. "Why?" she asked. "Because.... it's bad luck to fart before a show!" Donna plopped her butt back to it's place on the seat. "It is?" "Sure! Have you ever heard of Susy Holden?" Donna shook her head 'no'. "She farted before a show and a week later, her butt was covered in warts!" Donna gasped. Bridget nodded. "You'll have to hold it in until the last girl's out on stage . Then, let loose!" "But... I AM the last girl! won't someone hear?" Donna asked. "No no! All the girl's do it!" "Gosh, thanks for telling me Bridget." "Hey! What are friends for?"
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Donna was very uncomfortable that afternoon. She was rubbing her belly, which was slightly bloated. The hot gas bubbled at her ass hole, trying to escape. Donna clenched her cheeks together tightly. She leaned against the wall, moaning. Everyone was worried, commenting on how sick she looked. But when the lights came up and the music came on, Donna strolled out on stage with her fellow models. She had three outfits to go before the finish, where she walked out alone in the black suit. Then, Jan would talk about what rubber clothes symbolized and that was the end.
The show went off without a hitch and Donna was moments away from striding out onto the walkway. "Good luck!" Bridget said. Donna giggled. "Thanks! I hope I don't stink the place out!" She walked out onto stage and let out a PHURRT! She sighed. That felt good! So good that Donna didn't notice the suit had slightly inflated. She continued her slow walk, farting as she took every step. Poot, poot, poot! With every toot, the suit inflated a little more. She let out a huge BLOOOOOORTS! Which caused the suit to expand considerately! She finally noticed that her body was becoming rounder. "Oh! What's happening to me?!" Her waist was rounding out, her thighs and butt where getting bigger... even her arms where becoming plumper. Donna acted as if nothing unusual was happening. In her mind, however, she panicking. BLORT BLORT PoooooOOOoooOOooo! Her body fattened up more and more, her calves becoming inflated. She Began to waddle as she let out a PLORT! By now the crowed was reacting. Some were gasping, some where laughing, but most were snapping pictures! She became more and more globular as her arms began to stick out at forty-five degree angles. Humiliated, the gas filled orb tried to make a run for it... but couldn't move her legs.
By now, the other models had gathered at the curtain to laugh at their young, inflated peer. Donna was HUGE! There was so much PRESSURE! Her suit was now bulging up around her face. Her legs and arms had merged with the rest of the suit. And she just kept tooting. PLORT POOOOOONT....PLAP PLAP! Larger and larger she grew until the rubber began to stretch. "Ohhhh! What's... going.... on?" Donna screeched. Suddenly, a BOOM! Rocked the room. The suit exploded at the fanny, releasing smelly gas and sending Donna fling through the air like a popped balloon. The crowd gasped and fanned their faces. Donna lay, face down, her bum showing out the big hole in the butt of the outfit. The room was filled with noxious gas. The crowd fanned their faces and moaned, flash bulbs popping. Bridget just giggled.
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What's left is epilog; Donna was forced out of modeling. She moved back to the south, put on 300 pounds and became a bean farmer. She's eats what she grows; perhaps that explains the mysterious green fog surrounding her property. Bridget continued to dominate the industry; at least until Lizzy showed up. But, that's another story....
By: JC on Thu May 21, 1998
(Note: this story contains face farting. if this offends, don't read.. This story may also not seem 'too' good. but are real life stories ever as good as the ones we create? Names, ages, etc were changed, but the events here are completely true)
Riiiiiiiiiinnnnnngg...Rrriiiinnnnnggg..the phone echoed through the house.. Bob jumped up from his nap on the couch and picked up the phone. "Hello.." said Bob in that 'just woke up' voice. "Hey" replied Jen.. It was her. Jen. The girl that lived up the street that Bob had secretly liked since they were 10. She was 19 now, and as beautiful as ever. She had blonde hair down slightly past her shoulders, nice large breasts, an hourglass figure.. Bob instantly shook off the sleepiness and they began to talk about the days happenings. "What's up, Jen?" he said, still trying to wake up. She replied "Eh, just sitting around over here". Then, in that ever familiar voice, she said "Wanna come up and hang out for a while?". Despite his wish to go back to sleep, Bob wasn't going to miss a chance to be with the girl he secretly adored. He replied with a "Sure, be right up."
Bob walked up the hill and stepped inside Jen's house. She was on her way up the stairs to her room when he walked in. She stopped and invited him on up. They were comfortable around each other. They had known each other as long as either could remember. Bob and realized his feelings when he was 10. Bob followed her up the stairs.. She sat down on one beanbag and Bob on another..It had been a few years since Bob had been up to Jen's. He went there regularly until they were about 12 then because of school and lack of time, quit visiting for a while..They were both 19 now.. "So, how's life been?" she asked, while getting more comfortable in the beanbag." "Ok I guess.." replied Bob. They chatted about this and that for about 10 minutes.. "Hey, I gotta fart.." she said interrupting Bob in the middle of a sentence.
He suddenly remembered the fun they had as younger kids with farting. Since that time however, Bob had developed sort of a fetish for this sort of thing. He nervously replied "Let's hear it." She raised to one side, strained a little and let a squeaker. "Ahhhhh, felt good" she said while getting back in the chair. She giggled a second then said "I still act like this sometimes." Bob was getting turned on. Stretched out in the chair his 'happiness' was obvious.. He reached to pull his shirt down but Jen glanced down and saw his erection. "Did my fart turn you on, Bob?" she taunted in a playful tone. Bob meekly admitted it..since he couldn't deny it. She smiled and replied with one word..."cool".. She looked at him and he looked at her, and Bob knew what would happen next.
She told him to close his eyes. Bob agreed and got down with his head in the middle of his beanbag and waited for Jen..Bob waiting for a few minutes (which) seemed like a few hours to him. He felt pressure on his chest and opened his eyes to see Jen sitting on his chest, with her anus just a few inches from his nose. She was still wearing her skin tight jeans. "If you can't make yourself fart then I'll fart on your face" she said to Bob. Bob wasn't about to fart himself and told her he couldn't. "Oh well, guess I'll have to fart on you then." She picked herself up and straddled his nose. She ordered him to put his hands around her stomach. He did so without hesitation. She strained.. He could feel her stomach muscles stiffen greatly. She remained like that for about 10 seconds then relaxed. "Damn, I can't do it" she said while exhaling. Bob caught a glimpse of her face, which was really red.. Then, without warning, "Wait..here.."..she strained for a second and RRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPppppp.. "Ahh" she relaxed.. The smell was overwhelming. Bob was in heaven!. She unbuttoned/unzipped his Levi's and (still sitting on his chest) played with him until he came.. Bob went home very happy that day.. With their newly discovered enjoyments of each other, Bob and Jen spent many days with Jen on top of his face. Bob loved watching her jump up and down on her old trampoline and fart.
by Lisa on Sun May 24, 1998
"Wow. This is nice" Kate thought, as she dragged her drunken girlfriend Jenny up the stairs to her apartment, which was a difficult task considering that Jenny was much taller than Kate. Kate was a cute blond. Small, well proportioned, nice bone structure and cute as a button, she was an odd match for Jenny, who was so big that she had earned the nick name Amazon. Tall with long blond hair, she was pretty and pretty big! She could easily pick Kate up and just have her way with her. She never had, but Kate was hopeful. Just the thought of such a big, pretty girl picking Kate up under her arm and taking her to the bedroom whenever she wanted was a big fantasy of Kate's. Kate had never been here before, even though the pair had been dating for 4 months. Kate just assumed that Jenny was ashamed of her place for some reason.
"But this place is nicer than mine!" Kate marveled as she pulled Jenny up the last stair. Kate sat her lover down and rummaged through her purse for keys. She finally got them out. "Yubba....mam....ohhhhh" Jenny mumbled. She was really out of it. "O.K., you're O.K., sweetie. Shhhhhh....shhhhhhh" Kate stroked the top of Jenny's head as she unlocked the door and stepped in. Wow! This place was SWANK! High ceilings, a chandelier, a roaring fire in the fire place.... Wait a second. A fire? But...there was nobody here to watch it...was there? Then, from out of the kitchen, Kate heard an angry voice. An angry female voice. "Jenny?! Is that you? Where the hell where you? I was worried si.." A small, dark skinned beauty strode into the living room, wearing a white house coat, carrying a glass of wine. "Oh!" she said, seeing Jenny (now asleep) in Kate's arms. "And who might you be?!" the woman asked. She had a Hispanic accent, but not so much that you couldn't understand her. "I'm..uh...I'm...Kate. And uh who are you?"
"Who I am is none of your business. What are you doing with Jenny?" "I...I'm her girlfriend. Who are you, her roommate?" The woman tossed back her long dark hair. "I'm MRS. Miller!" Silence. The two sat and looked at each other. "You're her.... " "That's right. Ha! I KNEW it!" "I'm...Sorry. I...I didn't know." Kate took Jenny to her bed and then, came out to talk to the woman. By now she was sitting on the couch, crying. Kate sat. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know, I...." "Don't worry about it." the woman sniffed. "I...I guess I always figured that this would happen. God...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled." She smiled. "I'm Nina, by the way." "What now for you?" Kate asked, genuinely concerned. "I don't know. I guess I'll just have to leave." This concerned Kate. How could Jenny do this to them? Kate couldn't go out with her now...she had ruined this beautiful woman's life. "Why should you leave? It's her fault! We should get her! Get her good!" Nina looked at her. "What do you propose?"
For the next few weeks, Nina and Kate met on the sly, hatching a diabolical scheme, while Kate still went out with Jenny and Nina just played along. Soon, they had a plan. A damn good plan.
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Jenny walked into her apartment. "Ahhh, this is the life" she thought. "A great job, a pretty wife and a great girlfriend. Life is good." Just then, Nina entered the room. She had on a black bra the extenuated her bust-line and a skimpy thong that didn't even cover her bush. Black hair stood out on ether side. She gestured with her long index finger. "I missed you..." she moaned, sexily. "Come to me." Jenny followed obediently. "Man, life doesn't get much better!" she thought as she began to strip out of her business attire. She entered the bedroom and found Nina sitting on the bed, rope in hand. "Ohhhh...you going to tie me up?" Jenny asked, excited, feeling herself getting wet at the thought of being all tied up. Nina crawled off the bed, walked over wiggling her chubby bottom and gave Jenny a big kiss. "ON THE BED! NOW!!" she commanded. Jenny speedily complied, laying on the bed with her eyes closed as Nina went from bed-post to bed-post, tying the sexy blond to the bed. She climbed onto Jenny's stomach and bent down, giving her a big sloppy kiss. Running her hand through her hair, Nina moaned "I'll be right back." Jenny watched her lover's bottom as she wiggled to the kitchen. Oh yeah.
Life was good. Nina ran into the kitchen, where Kate stood in a skimpy outfit with a hole in the seat where her fat bum hung out. She was eating chili Nina had made for this occasion. "Are you sure about this?" she asked as she scooped another spicy spoon-full into her mouth. Nina took her hand and kissed her. The two had grown 'close' in the past few weeks. "Yes! Look, I've eaten this stuff all my life. It will affect me, but it'll take longer. We need you right now. Come on!" she grabbed Kate's hand and pulled her down the hall, cannister of chili in the other hand. Nina walked back into the room. "Honey..I've got a surprise for you." In walked Kate. Jenny's mouth formed a surprised 'O'. "That's right. And she's been eating my famous 'ass burner' chili all day!" Jenny shook her head. "No! Please! You can't do this to me!" Nina slid a ball gag into Jenny's mouth. Kate climbed onto Jenny's face. It felt like she had a fire in her stomach! She put her pink pucker onto Jenny's nose and pushed. She didn't have to push long.
PHRURT! A HOT, WET fart erupted onto Jenny's face. "Holy Christ! It burns!" was her only thought. Then the stink hit. Rotten eggs! Meanwhile, Nina undid the cannister and took out a spoon, she sat on the bed and spoon fed the chili to Kate and herself. A spoon for Kate, a spoon for her. Kate farted again, BLORUTS! It rocked from her ass . The smell went up Jenny's nose and she began to cry, mumbling for mercy! Soon, Nina felt really full. She took a place next to Kate. "If you thinks she's bad, you ain't seen nothing yet! I've been eating this stuff all day." "MO...MO!" Jenny screamed. Nina let out a BLORTS! Jenny could feel the heat on her face. "Ahhhhhh ha ha ha ha!" Nina moaned. Kathy cut a BLURT BLURT sputter...BLOOOOP! God, it was so hot on her anus. Nina pushed out a PLORPS! She looked to Kate. "What do you say, lover? Contest?" "MOOOOOO!" Jenny cried, tears running down her face. "Sure" Kate said. Soon, the entire room was filled with farts so loud they seemed to echo. "Beat THIS" Kate said, closing her eyes. POOOM! She began to giggle as the gas filtered up Jenny's nose. "Oh YEAH?!" Nina giggled. PHUrrbtrbtrbtPOOOOOOOrbuturrt....sputter....BLORP!
The pair giggled. "Wow! That HAS to be the longest!" After a while, Kate said,"Uhhh...I think I'm out." "Me too" Nina took the gag out of Jenny's mouth. "How was that?" "I'm so sorry" Jenny offered weakly. "Save it. I've had enough. It's over Jenny." Nina took Kate's hand and lead her from the bedroom. "Come on, love. Lets go." "Sure. Uhhh.... Can I use the bathroom first?" "Of course." Nina said. She began to run. "After me!" the pair giggled as they ran to the bathroom. And for the first time in weeks, they were truly happy.
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