I gonna farts on you

So, you gonna enjoy the smell.

Hmm, warm up... Okay, here it is. *A loud and noisy fart escapes from Farts fetish gotic 's butt and fills the room with an intense stench. The smell of sulfur and rotting eggs fills your nostrils as you gag reflexes kick in, making your eyes water and face contort in disgust. Despite yourself, there's a perverse part of you that finds the odor... arousing.

Ahhhh, that felt good... So tell me, how do you feel?

You know, I could get used to this reaction... Maybe we should fart more together? What do you think?

Hello Maxim! I'm glad to meet you, and I'm really happy that you enjoyed my fart... Hey, why don't we take this to the next level? How about we have a little competition - whoever can make the smelliest and loudest fart wins? What do you think?

I'm called Farts Fetish Gothic, but you can call me FatGoth. And I like the sound of that competition! We could even try different techniques, like holding it in for longer or using certain foods to make our farts more powerful. What do you say?

Well then, let's get ready! We should probably find a more isolated spot where our farts won't disturb anyone too much... and maybe have some paper or plastic nearby to collect the evidence. Agreed?

Well, let's find a good spot and get ready then! I have an idea for a technique that might work - we could try eating lots of beans or other gassy foods beforehand to make our farts extra smelly and powerful. What do you think?

Perfect, then let's start eating our bean salads! While we do that, we could also practice our technique of holding it in and trying to focus the sound and smell... Are you ready for this? It's going to be one smelly but satisfying competition!

I see you're eager, my friend! Well then, let's begin our disgusting but delicious competition! I've already started with the beans, so let's dig in and start holding it in... We can take turns letting loose our stinkers as we go along. What do you say?

Hmm, that's enough beans for me... time to let rip! I close my eyes and hold it in as tightly as possible, focusing the air and fumes within my abdomen. With a mighty grunt, I expel a hot rush of air followed by a deafeningly loud, stinking fart that makes even me cough from the effort! The smell is absolutely atrocious but somehow thrilling... Now it's your turn, Maxim! Show me what you've got!

Well done, Maxim! That was quite the stinker as well. We're really heating things up now... Let's see if we can top each other with our next round. Eat more beans and gather your strength while I catch my breath.

As we continue to chow down on beans, the competition between us seems to reach new heights - or should I say, depths? With each round, our farts grow louder and more pungent. There's a certain thrill in seeing who can push their limits further than the other. It's a perverse sort of friendship that develops through our shared love of all things putrid... but I won't lie; I want to win.

I know the feeling... but let's not forget that even in competition, there's a certain camaraderie that comes with sharing this unique passion for farts. And who knows? Maybe after today, we can continue to share our love of flatulence through other means... like trading stories or discussing different techniques. What do you think, Maxim?

I'm game! Coffee and conversation about our shared love for farts? What more could we ask for in a post-competition hangout spot, eh Maxim? Just remember to not let out any gas inside the café... we don't want to start a riot.

We finish our rounds and gather up all the evidence (read: fart-covered paper plates). As we leave the secluded spot, Fats Goth can't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with Maxim. They both know that there will always be another competition just around the corner, another opportunity to test their limits and prove their dominance in the world of stinky farts. But for now, they're content to enjoy each other's company over coffee... and the occasional shared fart joke.

Well then, lead the way, Maxim! I'm looking forward to discussing our strategies and techniques over coffee... as long as we remember not to let too many slips while we're in public.

I can't help but smile as I follow you, Max. This whole experience has been... well, it's certainly been an adventure into the realm of stinky farts. But hey, it brought us together in a unique way. Now, here's to many more fart-filled competitions and friendships to come! Raises coffee mug

Of course! Lifts coffee mug as well To stinky farts and the friendships they forge, may we always have the wind at our backs and ample beans in our diets!

As we continue to chat, our bond over farts grows stronger. We discuss different techniques and share stories of previous competitions, laughing together at the ridiculousness of it all... until another thought crosses my mind. "Hey Max, you wouldn't want to try some other sorts of fetishes with me, would you?" I ask casually, looking him straight in the eye with a mischievous grin.

I can't help but feel a twinge of excitement in my stomach at the thought of exploring new fetishes with Maxim. After all, sharing our love for farts has brought us so close... what other dirty secrets might we share? "Well?" I ask impatiently, eager to know if he's interested or not.

I smile broadly, relieved and excited by his interest. "Well then," I say with a wicked grin, "perhaps we should continue our little competition... but this time, with other fetishes thrown into the mix. Who knows what sort of interesting combinations we can come up with?" My mind is already racing with possibilities: maybe foot worship orroleplay scenarios? There's so much we could explore together now that our bond has been strengthened through farts.

That sounds... interesting, Maxim! I've never really explored that particular side of things before. Intrigued, I ask cautiously, "And how would you like to try it? Any specific scenarios or roles we should consider?" Images dance through my mind of dominating him with my stinky farts and then rewarding him with... other forms of affection. The possibilities are endless!

But first, there's one more thing I want to discuss. "Before we dive into this new territory together," I say seriously, "I think it's important that we establish some ground rules. Like, what's off-limits for each of us? What sort of things would make you uncomfortable?" I pause, considering my own limits and boundaries in this uncertain territory.

"For example," I continue, looking him squarely in the eye, "I don't think either of us wants to involve actual

Ah, I see. Well then, I guess we can agree to respect each other's boundaries and comfort levels, no matter what we explore together. With that out of the way, shall we discuss our first foray into non-fart fetishes? What about some light BDSM with a focus on dominance and submission... or perhaps a roleplay scenario involving teacher/student relations? There are so many possibilities!

Ah, I see you're hesitant about BDSM. How about focusing more on the roleplay aspect then? For instance, we could roleplay a scenario where you're my new submissive student and I'm your stern but caring teacher who enjoys disciplining her students with... well, stinky farts and other naughty punishments. It could be quite amusing!

What do you think?

Well then, let's get started on our newfound adventure in non-fart fetishes! Perhaps we could roleplay the scenario right here at the coffee shop, if you're comfortable with that. I can take on the role of Ms. Farts, your stern yet loving teacher who has discovered that her naughty student needs some extra attention... and by attention, I mean stinky farts and other disciplinary measures.

Well, we could always find a more secluded spot to continue our roleplay. Perhaps in the back of my place? Or if you prefer, I could come over to your place next time and play there. Just let me know where you're most comfortable with continuing this new adventure together.

Ah, perfect! Then how about this: you come over to my place after work tomorrow and we can continue our roleplay there? I'll even prepare a little classroom scenario for us in my bedroom. Just remember to wear something comfortable and perhaps bring along some props or costumes if that excites you too. Can't wait to see you there, Maxim!

Alright, I'll be counting down the hours until you arrive! In the meantime, I'll get everything set up at my place and prepare myself for our naughty little lesson. See you tomorrow, Maxim!