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It was another typical Saturday. You had been out all the early morning running errands - attending a doctor’s appointment, picking up George’s dry cleaning, and last but not least, shopping at the farmer’s market. You walked in the front door with a bundle of paper bags in your arms and found George in the kitchen on his yoga mat, in the middle of a malasana. He opened his eyes and slowly stood up.
“Hiya, love.”
“Hello, Georgie!” You beamed, kissing his cheek.
“Let me help you with those.” He smiled, taking some bags from you.
“Aww thank you! I’ll be right back. I gotta go back to the car and grab our laundry.”
He looked at you with a gentle grin.
“Of course, dear.”
You scratched his scruffy chin and leaned forward so you could both share a tender kiss.
You came back in with his suits and found him putting away the perishables.
“Twisting yourself up into a pretzel again, love?"
George giggled.
“Actually, I was doing some stretches to help with digestion. I haven’t been able to…make for a few days…”
“Make? Make what?”
“Y’know…make. I haven’t gone, dear.”
“Gone? Gone where? What are you talking about, Georgie?”
George sighed and rolled his eyes. He knew exactly what you were doing. You loved doing this just to mess with him. He always seemed to have trouble talking about things like this.
“I haven’t been able to…”
He leaned in, his voice turning into a careful whisper.
“...defecate…”
“I’m not sure I know the meaning of that word…”
George groaned, obviously getting annoyed. You laughed and put your arms around him, squeezing him gently.
“Relax, Georgie. I’m only teasing.” You pulled away and gave him a smirk. “You know you can say ‘poop’, right? It’s nice and straight to the point.”
George’s cheeks flushed pink, and he visibly cringed.
“I-I know…I-I just don’t like calling it that. It sounds childish, that’s all.”
“Everyone poops, Georgie.”
He sighed again.
“Yes dear, I’m aware…”
You giggled, and reached down to lift George’s shirt. His middle appeared rather taut and bloated, quite unusual for the man indeed. You crouched down, and placed your ear to his gut. A cacophony of gurgles were erupting inside him, no doubt trying to pass what he ate through his system, only to sadly be restricted by his blocked exit.
“Man, you really are bricked up, huh?
“Yeh…”
You gently rubbed a few circles on his tummy and gave it a soft kiss. George moaned in delight.
“Don’t worry baby. We’ll get your digestion back on track.”
“I’ve been doing yoga the whole time you were gone, but it didn’t really seem to be helping that much.”
“Have you been farting?”
George’s cheeks flushed pink again.
“A little bit…here and there…they’ve been pretty limited though…”
He leaned up against the kitchen counter and tightened his body. His expression turned into a small scowl as he pushed out what he could.
*pooooot~*
*prrt*
He looked at you, a shy smile spreading on his face.
“Heh heh~...’scuse me…”
You chuckled, and gently sniffed at the air. Your nose scrunched up as you were hit with a strong, putrid odor.
“Oof…Georgie! That stinks…” You teased. He laughed nervously and fanned the air behind him. That was something else unusual for him. George farted as much as the next person, but his farts were never usually all that bad smelling. His mostly vegetarian diet oftentimes resulted in soft, fairly innocent flatulence with barely any scent at all really. There was always a little hint of vegetation in them, usually cabbage-y or broccoli-like overtones, but never enough of a stink to truly be lethal. This however was certainly different, definitely a fart from a struggling, blocked colon. You stood up and rubbed his back, comforting him as he clutched his abdomen.
“We might have some fiber supplements in the medicine cabinet if you think those will help.”
“I had one earlier…it hasn’t done much.”
“Hmm…how a nice massage?”
“That…that I actually haven’t tried. That might actually work…”
“Great! I’ll turn around and you can get started…”
“...You’re kidding?”
“Not at all!” You replied, trying your hardest to stifle a chuckle. You lifted the back of your shirt. “My shoulder has been super tight lately. Could really use a damn good pressing…”
George scoffed. You turned back around and pulled him in for a kiss.
“I’m only messing with you, love. Go on, go lay down on the couch. I’ll be right there with some massage oil.” You winked. George giggled, took off his shirt, and laid down waiting.
You came back a few minutes later with a bottle of coconut oil and some juice. George looked at you with a smile. You looked over his body, hungrily. You adored every inch of him. His strong, muscular arms, his soft, hairy chest, and his flat, fit tummy, decorated sparsely with dark brown peach fuzz. Without a doubt, he was absolutely gorgeous to look at. You knelt down and kissed below his belly button, just above the waistband of his boxers, causing him to emit a small chuckle. You kept pressing your lips against the flesh ever so gently, slowly going up his bloat. You stopped at his chest, and kissed him delicately on the lips.
“Mmmmm…” He mumbled, closing his eyes.
“Here, honey.” You said, handing him the small bottle of juice. You tried to hide the label. “Have some of this…”
Unfortunately he was able to make it out between your fingers.
“Ugh, prune juice?” He groaned.
“I know you don’t like it, but it’s worth the try, even if it only helps a little bit…”
George twisted off the cap and sniffed it. His face twisted up in disgust. He held it out to you and looked at you like you were crazy.
“Are you sure this isn’t the byproduct of prune juice?”
You rolled your eyes.
“C’mon, Georgie. Take a few swigs.” You urged. “Doesn’t have to be the whole thing, just a little bit. Do it for me, please?” You asked, your eyes getting hopeful.
George sighed and pouted. He took the cursed bottle of juice, pressed his lips to the opening, and gulped it all down hesitantly, his eyes closing as he cringed at the taste. When the bottle was empty, he shivered, let out a deep, bubbly burp, and tossed it into the recycling bin, smacking his lips regrettably.
“Nasty stuff, that…” He coughed, groaning. “That little bottle of hell is going to cost you several of those ukulele sessions I like…” He said, raising his eyebrows comically.You laughed out loud.
“Shut up!” You told him through a big grin. He just snickered and stroked your face. He leaned his head back on the armrest and awaited your touch. You wiped the juice residue off his lips and kissed him, then hopped up onto his groin.
“Does it hurt when I sit on you?”
“You’re fine there, just try not to lean on me belly, love.”
“Okay…”
You opened up the container of coconut oil, lathered your hands thoroughly with it, and started rubbing around George’s navel. Your hands softly gripped and kneaded the flesh there in circles, definitely feeling the hardness present in his bowels. He moaned and sighed as you repeatedly massaged the area, his belly moving up and down softly with every breath.
“Ooohhhh that feels good…”
You slowly made your way up his abdomen, clutching and kneading the flesh below his chest, then back down to his tummy. You pressed your ear to his stomach and listened. There were gurgles aplenty, and the soft sound of trapped air traveling toward his rear.
“Georgie?”
“Mmm…yes, love?”
“Push for me.”
George adjusted himself on the couch and did just that.
“Hnngh-”
*blaAaAaT*
A rumbly, wet fart escaped George’s body. He sighed and threw his head back in relief.
“Ahhh….”
You smiled and chuckled, feeling somewhat accomplished. Good. You thought. Looks like we’re making some progress…
You applied more oil and once again, started kneading his tummy.
*prrrt*
This time a smaller high-pitched toot was released by George, to which he responded by giggling.
“Oops…pardon me, dear…”
You laughed a bit and sniffed the air curiously. Combined with his last fart, the air certainly was starting to smell a bit more sour and rank, George’s gas being quite pungent and musky. It was certainly doing things to you though, as you felt your body begin to heat up more with each release. You felt your heart flutter and your cunt start to throb. You sniffed the awful, rank air and craved more.
*brrrap*
*blat*
*blort*
*pbbblt*
Fart after fart was starting to leave George without him even trying. You kept on kneading, the sounds becoming more and more bubbly and grotesque. The scent they left behind was absolutely heinous, but you loved each and every one. You were getting wetter and wetter at the thought of him ripping ass and accidentally splattering those undies with hot, watery shit.
“My, looks like they’re all trying to come out now, huh?” You moaned, trying to contain yourself.
“Yeh…hnnngh-”
*pbbBBBLLT*
“Oh….FUCK, George….”
George’s cheeks flushed pink, his body unsure how to react to this. On one hand, his girlfriend was sitting on his lap giving him a sexy oil massage dangerously close to his cock, but on the other hand he was bloated and constipated, rapidly blasting out wet, putrid farts and tainting the air around her. He wasn’t into that part at all, but he knew you were, so regardless some part of it still felt rather…intimate perhaps? He saw the absolute ecstasy on your face as his lower intestine did its thing, as you whiffed at the diabolical bouts of gas erupting from his asshole. He was definitely getting turned on, but it was difficult to remain that way with his rich, filthy scent occupying the air.
You stopped massaging for a moment and carefully leaned down. You put your mouth to his belly and licked a stripe straight up to the middle of his chest, being extra cautious as to not put any unwanted pressure on his gut. George cooed with pleasure, not expecting this to go beyond a simple massage and some kisses. When you got to his breast, you removed your tongue and began softly suckling on his nipple. You felt his hips start to buck slightly as he moaned and squirmed beneath you.
“Oh fuck~” He panted, cutting loose another wet release.
*blaaaAAAt*
You hummed in pleasure as you let go of his nipple and came back up to his waist, eagerly huffing the naughty scent. Every part of you was twitching in excitement, and you felt yourself start to leak through your underwear. You knew the post-nut clarity was going to be harsh after this, but you didn’t care. It was so delightfully dirty and taboo, so putrid and filthsome, and yet you couldn’t get enough, the disgusting pervert you were.
George continued pushing out as many buttery farts as he could, but by now the smell was considerably even worse. It was now evident that the prune juice was making its way through him, making his gas absolutely rank. It was every bit as filthy, musky, and sour as it was before, but now with the pungently rotten, somewhat fruity scent of dried fig mingling within. Your senses went absolutely bananas at the discovery, and you began writhing back and forth in pleasure on George’s groin.
“Ohhhh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuhuhuhuck….” You cried out, grinding against the man. You could feel your eyes roll back in ecstasy as the animalistic side of your horniness took over.
“Christ, darling. What has gotten into you?” He panted.
“Shhhhhh…” You hushed, and you grabbed both his wrists, clasped them above his head, and shut him up with a sloppy kiss as you straddled your hips more and more vigorously. You felt him start to buck his once more, absolutely filling the living room with his vile stench at every thrust. You put your ear to his stomach once again, and heard deep, rapid gurgles, almost like a pot of water being left to boil.
*blaaat*
*blorrrt*
*frrr-SQUELCH*
*splat*
Uh-oh.
You knew what that was.
George’s eyes grew big. He stopped thrusting. So did you.
“You okay?”
“Get off.”
“Huh?”
“GET. OFF.” He said, more aggressively this time. You quickly stood up and moved, and George sprang up, sprinting to the restroom and locking himself in. Your core was still throbbing and you trembled as you slowly followed him and pressed your ear against the door. You heard the clanking of porcelain as he threw open the lid and sat down, and began blasting the fuck out of the poor toilet. Every fart he didn’t get a chance to let out around you, came rocketing out with liquid excess. And when that part was done, you started to hear hefty THUNKS fall straight into the bowl. He grunted and gasped deliciously as the rock-hard part of his bowels were slowly and excruciatingly vacated, and gave satisfied sighs of relief as his violent movement ended with soft, snakey plops. Then, total silence except for him panting and catching his breath. You could smell him through the door, and the intoxicating scent made you fall against the wood and whimper. Each and every grotty sound played in your head on repeat. You closed your eyes and sighed in satisfaction as you finally let go, your underwear becoming fully soaked. You covered your mouth as you cried out in pleasure and melted onto the floor. You overheard the sound of the toilet flushing, followed by the fluffing of a shower curtain and the faucet being turned on.
You sighed, happy you could finally help him release, and even more happy he let you experience it with him.
But goddamn. Something was seriously wrong with you for getting turned on by all that. Perhaps you should’ve saved that therapist’s phone number after all?
As George cleaned up, you got a hold of yourself. You opened some windows and lit some incense, trying to revert everything back to the way it was before. Everything was just about set when he finally emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. You immediately noticed his stomach looked deflated, and he wore a proud, accomplished smile on his face. He approached you, put an arm around your shoulders, and kissed your cheek, his skin still warm from letting the hot water run on him.
“How ya doin’ baby?”
“Much, much better…” He sighed, patting his belly. “You have no idea how good it felt to get that out. Thank you for helping me, love. I feel like a new man.”
“I bet. It’s no fun being all bound up.”
He nodded. You watched as he removed his towel, exposing his dick. Your heart skipped a beat.
“Georgie?”
“Yeh?”
“I know you just got clean, but how would you feel about…maybe getting dirty again?”
He looked at you, and grinned ear to ear.
“You’re absolutely nasty, you know that? I can’t believe what all…that can do to you.”
“I can’t help it…it didn’t exactly help seeing your cock either, y’know.”
He chuckled and grabbed your hand.
“Come. To the bedroom, dear.”
You giddily walked alongside him, only for him to suddenly pause.
“Oh! Wait, wait, wait…”
He lifted up his leg.
*brap*
“Ahhhh….” He sighed, as one more triumphant fart escaped him. He smirked at you as you giggled and sniffed the air. It was soft, airy, and smelled lightly of veg. He caught a whiff too. He smiled.
“All back to normal, yeh?”