Fart story one-shots 2!

Marriage is Shit

Darla and Ronald Messing were high school sweethearts, they were inseparable back then. It only made sense that on their 5th anniversary that Ron proposed. Fast forward and now Darla and Ron are in their mid 20s. They kept their youthful looks from high school, appearing only slightly older than they were back then. Ron, now a highly successful accountant, and Darla a high school teacher.

Ron changed the least out of the two, his sharp facial features now added a level of maturity beyond his years from his mullings of college. He kept his signature spiky white hair, and his dull grey eyes complemented his lax attitude.

Slightly muscular from his years of football, Ron didn't exercise much anymore. But he kept a good lean frame. His jaw was chiseled and he had a wonderful smile. Usually kept hidden to convey a laid back smirk. Ron dressed casually, never reallying straying from darker hues or neural tones. He went to bed last night in a grey t-shirt and a pair of boxers.

Darla on the other hand blossomed over the years, her naturally curvy shape became even more voluptuous once she quit her diet and started yoga. Darla always had a plump figure from volleyball and cheerleading. She also retained her short auburn colored hair. A single strand of white hair broke the pattern.

Putting the fabric of her clothing on the verge of tearing, Darla had full perky round double d breasts, and an astonishing bubble butt. Each cheek was easily the size of basketballs. Her stomach was slightly chubby, but she and Ron were happy with her body.

Because of the constant movement Darla usually did in her sleep she slept naked. However, there was another reason for this decision.

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Gas.

Pbffraaaalllrrt!

Lots and lots of gas.

PPPPBBBBAAAAAALllllooorrt!!

Darla always had an irritable stomach. Her bubbly personality was met with an equally bubbly stomach. Darla's legendary incontinence was the cause for her blatantly ripping ass at school. Both when she was a student, and now as a teacher. While she certainly goes out of her way to keep it to a minimum, Darla isn't perturbed by it as others. Her jovial free spirit negated a majority of the embarrassment she faces from her accidents.

Ron woke to the sound of his wife ripping ass again. He never set an alarm because of this, she was always louder than anything he bought. Despite the fact that she ripped ass like a herd of elephants with IBS, she looked really cute sleeping. She was drooling on her pillow, and by the droopy smile plastered on her face Ron could tell she was having good dreams.

PPPPPBBBLOOOOOFSSST!!!

By the sound of the last one they were wet dreams. Never a dull moment in the life of Ron, as his wife always kept his nose on high alert. Darla would be exceptionally bloated too. Summer vacation was in full swing, and she wanted to celebrate with dinner. Which was a reasonable thing to call Ronald's plate. Darla's was more akin to a feast. She gorged herself extensively on a myriad of meals.

Cheese hors d'oeuvres. Brussels sprouts, coated in cheese. Bean soup, made with garbanzo beans and extra spice. Hamburgers. Several juicy steaks. Garlic-buttered shrimp. Butter balls. Coleslaw. Macaroni. Buffalo wings and ribs. All of these meals were devoured down a waterfall of champagne. Somehow Darla saved space for dessert. A vanilla caramel sundae top of her magnanimous feast.

Despite her binge the only gas she evacuated from her system was before and during dinner. A technique she utilized to make more room. Be it a floor rattaling fart or a deep gurgly belch. Being so comfortable around Ron manners we're an afterthought. Leaving Ron to worry as he didn't wish to wake up...dirty.