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A fart story between a plush bakery owner, and her accountant. All characters are 18+. This story contains (F) farting, face-farting, and light scat themes. The back office of Delaney's Doughs was, by every reasonable measure, a health code violation waiting to happen. Eight feet by ten, no windows, one flickering fluorescent tube overhead that buzzed like a dying wasp, and a busted AC unit that had been wheezing its last breath three days ago before finally giving up entirely. The walls were lined with dented metal shelving stacked with flour sacks, sugar bins, and ancient binders full of recipes nobody had touched since the Clinton administration. The air inside hung thick and warm, stagnant in the way only a closed room in late August can be, perfumed faintly with yeast, scorched caramel, and the sour tang of sweat soaked into old upholstery.   Margot Delaney sat on a low rolling stool in the middle of that swampy little box, hunched over a clipboard balanced on her knee, chewing

A fart story between a couple with an endearing relationship style. All characters are 18+. This story contains (F) farting, face-farting, lap-farting, as well as mommy themes (hell yeah, had to write one eventually). As you may have guessed, this is a very special 500-watcher celebration story! I've included some lovely pictures (yes, I took them myself) that go along with the story. Hopefully this helps with the story's "immersion" or whatever you want to call it... But seriously, thank you so much for the recent support. I really appreciate all of the friendly comments (yes, I read them), and I plan on making many, many more stories for y'all. Stick around, many more great stories are on the way. The door to their apartment swings shut behind them with a familiar thunk, and Jas on immediately kicks off his sneakers in the wrong direction, sending one skidding under the little console table by the door. Melissa watches it happen with the patient expression of someone who has

A fart story between two friends with an interesting lineup of party games. All characters are 18+. This story contains (F) farting, face-farting, lap-farting, as well as fem-dom and scat themes. It was one of those Friday nights where the whole world could have been on fire and neither of them would've noticed. Ethan's apartment was small, a cramped one-bedroom with low ceilings, bad ventilation, and a living room that barely fit his secondhand couch and the TV stand he'd built crooked from an IKEA kit. The overhead light was busted, so the only glow came from a floor lamp with a yellowed shade in the corner and the blue wash of the TV screen. The windows were shut tight because it was freezing o utside, and the ancient radiator in the corner clanked and hissed, pumping the room full of dry, stale warmth that had nowhere to go. The air was already thick just from the heat alone.   Mia had shown up around eight with two grocery bags dangling from her wrists and a grin that meant

A field-trip fart story between two schoolmates that share an interesting outing experience. All characters are 18+. This story contains (F) farting, face-farting, lap-farting, as well as some fem-dom themes. Nobody on the Westbrook Robotics Team had any real business being at the National Competition. Our robot, which we had randomly named "BaconBaconBacon," placed second to last at regionals. We weren't here on merit. We were here because some administrator entered our school into a wild card raffle on a whim, and the universe decided that my one lucky moment in life would be a free robotics trip. Hurray. So when we made it to the Holiday Inn in Tucson, Arizona with zero expectations, the mood was already set. This wasn't a competition trip. This was a vacation with a robot intermission that nobody cared about. Our crew was five deep. There was Marcus, six foot three and built like he had never once missed a meal or gym session. Dani, compact and all mouth, consistently the

A fart story between two friends that have an unusual gaming session together. All characters are 16+. This story contains (F) farting, lap-farting, face-farting, and light scat themes. Maya had been laying on her dorm room bed for twenty minutes with her phone on her chest, scrolling TikTok and feeling her stomach do somersaults beneath her oversized t-shirt. The Chipotle burrito bowl she'd demolished at lunch, double rice, double chicken, extra pinto beans, the works, had merged in her gut with the chocolate peanut butter protein smoothie she'd chugged after her evening gym session, and the results were... atmospheric. Her stomach had been making noises like a haunted drain pipe since around 7 PM. It was now 11:43. She could feel the pressure shifting around inside her like some kind of geological event, low and deep and constant. She pulled her headset off its hook on the wall, slid it over her messy dark hair, and booted up her Xbox. The party invite from Jake was already

A school fart story between two classmates that bond over unique circumstances. All characters are 18+. This story contains (F) farting, face-farting, fart-sniffing, lap-farting, as well as fem-dom themes. Just a reminder that I'm still running a 50% discount on all custom stories in my DeviantArt shop! Get a story with your choosing of plot, characters, and themes (wink wink). This applies to all stories and all lengths, and the discount ends April 1st, 2026. Amelia stared at the schedule printout, her round cheeks flushing as her eyes locked on the block that read her schedule. PERIOD 5: Life Fitness, Gym B Right after lunch. Right after the one part of her day where she actually got to enjoy herself, stuffing her face in the cafeteria with whatever greasy, carb-heavy special they were slinging that day. She crumpled the paper slightly in her fist, her soft fingers pressing into the cheap printer stock. Her guidance counselor had warned her she still needed one PE credit to

A Genshin Impact fart story. All characters are 18+. This story contains (F) farting, face-farting, face-sitting, and other related themes. This story was a custom commission from Rohan321. Thank you for supporting my work!! Just a reminder that I'm still running a 50% discount on all custom stories in my DeviantArt shop! Get a story with your choosing of plot, characters, and themes (wink wink). This applies to all stories and all lengths, and the discount ends April 1st, 2026. Bennett had always considered himself unlucky, but crouching behind a pebble that now towered over him like a boulder while a Hilichurl's footstep shook the ground thirty feet away really put things into perspective. The Abyss Mage's parting curse had hit him square in the chest barely an hour ago, and the shrinking had been gradual at first, then terrifyingly fast. His pack, his sword, his clothes... all left behind in a pile near the road as he dwindled to roughly four inches tall, wearing nothing but a

A fart story between two college girls with an interesting dynamic. All characters are 18+. This story contains (F) farting, face-farting, fart-sniffing, lap-farting, as well as unclothing. This story was a custom commission from someone who'd like to remain anonymous. Thank you for supporting my work!! Just a reminder that I'm still running a 50% discount on all custom stories in my DeviantArt shop! Get a story with your choosing of plot, characters, and themes (wink wink). This applies to all stories and all lengths, and the discount ends April 1st, 2026. Sofia checked her reflection in her phone camera one last time before stepping out of her car. Long black hair, freshly straightened. Lip gloss reapplied. Hazel eyes looking sharp. She smoothed down her crop top and adjusted her short skirt, then smirked at herself. This was going to be easy. She'd done her research on Olivia. The girl had practically zero friends. People in their sociology class whispered about her behind

A fart story between two classmates with a strange, gassy friendship. All characters are 18+. This story contains (F) farting, face-farting, fart-sniffing, lap-farting, as well as lap grinding. Hello everyone! Thank you SO much for the recent support. It's only been two weeks and we're on the verge of 200 WATCHERS!! Y'all are amazing, and I definitely plan on writing much, much more free content for everyone. Also, to kickstart my offering of commissions: I'm running a 50% discount on all custom stories! Get a story with your choosing of plot, characters, and themes (wink wink). This applies to all stories and all lengths. This discount ends April 1st, 2026. It started sophomore year in the Westfield high library, at one of those long oak tables near the back where nobody ever sat because the Wi-Fi signal was garbage. Stephanie Reyes had just crushed a cafeteria chili dog and a chocolate milk, and she was hunched over her AP History textbook pretending to care about the Missouri

A fart story about three extremely gassy girls, and a reunion with their favorite cousin, Wesley. All characters are 18+. This story contains (F) farting, lap-farting, face-farting, fart torture, and burping. Also light themes of foot-fetish content, sweating, and non-sexual family relations. The house was quiet for the first time in about three weeks. Mom had been on a cleaning spree, Dad had been rearranging the garage for reasons only he understood, and I, Wesley, had been doing my absolute best to stay out of the crossfire. Saturday morning. Coffee in hand. Feet on the ottoman. Some random true crime documentary playing on the TV that I was only half paying attention to. Bliss. Ten my mom walked into the living room, purse already over her shoulder, Dad trailing behind her jingling his car keys. "Wesley, honey, we're heading out for the day. Your father wants to check out that antique market two towns over." "She wants to check out the antique market," Dad corrected, pointing