Venus had been feeling a bit queasy lately, probably from all the organic vegetarian food she'd been stuffing herself with at the store where she worked. Normally she loved her job, but sometimes the constant influx of greens and healthy food just didn't sit right with her. It wasn't until after her shift one day that she realized the real culprit: they'd been giving her too much fiber! As soon as she got home, she gobbled up a plate of her usual junk food and felt the familiar warmth spreading throughout her belly once again.
Her boyfriend, Michael, came rushing into the living room to find her on the couch with a pile of half-eaten burger wrappers and pizza boxes scattered around her. He eyed her curiously, noticing the slight bloatedness in her tummy and the glint in her eye. He knew what that meant; it was time for some Bubbleguts action!
"Hey love," he greeted her, trying to keep his voice neutral. "You feeling all right? You look a little... puffy."
Venus giggled, her stomach rumbling in response. "You won't think I'm so puffy when I let one loose, baby." She winked at him, standing up and slowly unbuttoning her jeans. Her belly was round and distended, pressing against her shirt. It looked like it was about to rupture at any moment.
As soon as her pants were hit the floor, a tremendous gust of wind blew through the room, followed by a loud rip as Venus's insides ruptured. Out flooded a stream of putrid-smelling gas, making both of them cough and cover their faces. But it wasn't over yet; more and more farts kept escaping from her flexing ass cheeks and gaping asshole.
Before he knew it, Michael found himself caught up in the fury of his girlfriend's flatulence, his face inches away from her steaming aroma. "Oh my god, Venus," he choked out, "you're really going all out this time." He couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal mixing with his discomfort.
Venus just laughed, her stomach still rumbling. "I told you, didn't I?" she replied between belches. "I've been having some major issues with this fiber-filled diet. I guess I need to get back to our old habits." She turned around and presented her plump, round ass to him, inviting him to taste the sweet relief she knew was inside her.
As he hesitantly leaned in, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss, the stinky farts continued to fill the room. The taste of rotten eggs and sulfur lingered on his tongue as he explored her depths, his hands gripping her plump cheeks. It was then that Michael realized that this was their favorite kind of foreplay; he may have complained about the stink, but he couldn't get enough of his girlfriend's epic farts.
The next morning, Venus woke up after a restful sleep, feeling much better than she had in days. She glanced down at her still slightly distended stomach, smiling to herself. She knew exactly what she wanted for breakfast: pancakes, bacon, sausage, eggs, the works. Her boyfriend, however, wasn't so keen on the idea.
"Are you serious?" he asked her, eyeing her beloved sprawled out on the bed. "After everything that happened yesterday, you want to eat all that greasy food? Your stomach isn't going to be able to handle it!"
Venus just giggled again, her tummy rumbling playfully. "Maybe not," she agreed, grabbing his hand and pulling him closer. "But I'm sure your face will appreciate the smell." She winked, already anticipating the response to come.
And come it did. After a hearty breakfast, Venus found herself back on the toilet, letting out one massive fart after another. The smell was overwhelming, even to her, but she couldn't help but feel proud of herself. She giggled again and grabbed her phone, snapping a selfie of her exposed ass and blown-out cheeks.
Michael, watching from the doorway, couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. "Why can't I produce farts like that?" he grumbled, his own gut rumbling in response.
"Practice makes perfect, baby," Venus called back to him, her voice muffled by another loud, wet fart. "But don't worry, I'll help you out tonight."
