Fart story one-shots 2!

The Last Pair Of Jeans

Scarlett felt her stomach bubbling up. She had dissolved 2 pills of the stinky peach slow 'n smooth laxative in a tall glass of warm milk (mind you this is double the recommended dose) and had been taking short swigs of it for the past half hour while lying down on the sofa reading a book. She had just took her last sip when she felt her stomach gurgle.

She could have gotten the job done with a single stinky peach instant laxative, which would have gassed up her insides in 30 seconds, But for once she wanted to savor the moment. After all she was about to mess her last pair of jeans....

The 25 year old blonde girl was wearing black framed reading glasses over her ocean blue eyes. She put on a pair of black boots along with a pink sweater, which was loose enough for comfort but tight enough to showcase her curvy boobs, flat stomach and overall slim figure. She wore a pair of light blue skinny jeans which held on tightly to her voluptous ass, barely being able to contain them. They looked tight to the point where they might as well burst open if she bent down. The only thing tighter than her jeans was the white spandex leggings she was wearing underneath. They gripped to her round ass cheeks, unaware of the thick, gassy flood that was about to erupt from between them.

Scarlett was lying down on her stomach on the sofa, while flipping through the pages of her notebook. She was waiting for the laxatives to take effect. She always had a fantasy of silently reading a book while her ass erupted with farts, sharts and eventually a thick stream of diarrhea. She would keep her eyes on the book, pretending not to know her rear was exploding. Her lactose intolerance combined with the laxatives meant there was a 100% chance her jeans would be annihilated beyond use. Just thinking about it made her shiver with excitement. This was her ultimate fantasy and it was about to come true.

The gurgles in her abdomen became louder and louder. She could now feel her intestines bubbling up. Her jeans were almost tight enough to showcase her quivering asshole.

The pressure was starting to build in her anus. She had to clench her buttocks just to be safe. She placed her left hand underneath her sweater to feel her stomach. It was vibrating slightly. Feeling a little naughty, she lowered her other hand and pinched her right ass-cheek. what happened next startled her.

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A small bubbly fart squeezed out of her ass.

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Another longer fart burst out of her before she could process the first one. This one was more wet than it was bubbly. Her eyes widened.

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She spurted another fart, this one being seriously long... and wet. Really really wet.

Her heart was now starting to pound in her chest. She was slowly getting more and more excited now that she knew she was no longer in control of her bowels. She had not even strained a little to let out her farts. On the contrary it seemed to her that she had to put up a bigger effort to keep them from coming out. She wasn't expecting her bowels to become so violent so soon.

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Another fart burst out from between Scarlett's plump cheeks. They were getting progressively wetter. The spandex of her leggings made no effort to conceal the moisture of her gas and the tight fabric of her jeans amplified the fumes, making them sound even more bubblier.

In response, Scarlett brought her legs together and clenched her asshole shut. It was becoming more and more clear to her that she underestimated the laxatives. She was feeling kind of foolish. It occurred to her that maybe she shouldn't have accompanied them with a tall glass of milk or maybe she shouldn't have exceeded the recommended dosage in the first place.

Her arousal got the better of her and now she was suffering. But deep down she knew this was what she wanted. It was this struggle for control between her and her bowels that got her going. This sense of anxiety was what formed the root of her fetish. What brought her pleasure was knowing that at any moment she might lose control, that at any moment she might have an "accident", and that at any moment a thick stream of creamy diarrhea might explode from her ass and fill up her spandex and jeans to the brim.

She turned around and palmed both of her buttcheeks while letting out a sigh. Then she gently pressed her index finger down her asshole. Her jeans were still dry, but not for long, she thought. Still, she wanted to see if those farts did any damage. She decided it was time to pull down her jeans and let her ass breathe for a few minutes. She unbuttoned her pants and began to slide it down, revealing the white spandex leggings which showcased all the prominent features of her ass with greater success. However she could only slide her pants down to her hips. She had to wiggle her ass out to pull them down completely.

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As she did so, a few more bubbly farts managed to slip out from her butt. She couldn't help but let out a groan. She wanted to maintain her oblivious façade, but Oh god, it felt so good to let some more gas out.

She wedged her finger between the crease of her spandex clad ass cheeks and moved it from top to bottom. She then brought her finger right next to her nose. It definitely reeked of gas, and it partially smelled like rotten milk. She was half expecting a stain to be formed in the middle of her leggings, but on finding out they were still clean, she was half dissappointed.

When she turned her head back to face the book, she accidentally dropped her glasses on the carpet floor. She quickly launched her hand out to retrieve them but in the process loosened her rectal muscles. At the same time she felt her stomach emit a loud growl. By the time she realized her legs had parted against her will, she knew exactly what was coming.

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Scarlett closed her eyes and bit her glossy pink lips. A huge cloud of hot, moist and smelly gas erupted from her ass. It started out as an explosion of loud, bubbly fumes which transitioned into a steamy and juicy shart,ending with a wet squelch.

She had no doubts regarding the condition of her leggings now. She knew that she had just ripped a nasty shart. If you looked closely, you could faintly see a small brown wet spot on her leggings wedged right between her luscious buttcheeks.

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