DazzleFine

*Warning this story contains farts and some messing. If you're not into this sort of stuff please turn back now* “Max! I need you to come over here and restock these shelves,” Ugh. Why is it that Max’s manager always want him to restock shelves ten minutes before the end of his shift. He trudges over to the empty shelves where his manager was waiting for him. “I need you to stock these shelves before you go home tonight and I will know if you haven’t,” he moaned as he walked towards the exit. Typical. These shelves were going to take an hour to fill at least. Max had been in this job for a year no, with no prospect of anything else. He was a typical loser, single and living alone. He’s never had a girlfriend, let alone having sex. He was an artist who lived mainly lived off this job and commissions from fans. Max looked up at the clock to see it was 10:25pm, twenty-five minutes after he was supposed to leave and now he had to close the shop, which will mean that he didn’t get home

The sporty lass with the stinky gas. (Commission) (Warning: The following story contains fart fetish material. And it's a second commission no less! You could have a commission too you know. Imagine having your own custom fetish story just like this one! What a wonderful time you would have with that. Also the word Bippy is 60s slang for a bum. You’ll need to know that later.) Ian and Cassidy had spent the better part of the last few days moving boxes. Most 18 year old girls don’t move straight from their moms house, to a luxury downtown apartment, but most 18 year old girls aren’t as world famous farting superstars. Ian had set down one of the last boxes on the coffee table when he noticed something odd inside. The box was mostly full of papers, and among these was a very old looking newspaper. On its cover was a black and white photograph of Cassidy. Ian couldn’t understand what he was looking at, but a closer examination of the picture revealed that it was not Cassidy at all

Twenty-One gasified – by Japanese schoolgirls (This is a fictional fart story/All characters are 18+) My name is Haruto, I’m a Japanese boy who just turned 18 years old. My father is the owner of one of the largest trading companies in Japan. My family is extremely rich, and I’m spoiled since I’m a kid. The pressure to become a good student was very high, but I never had to work for anything buyable. Whenever I wanted something, I had it within 24 hours. The good thing about being rich is you can afford anything you wish. Since I’m a kid I have this fascination about female farts. I love the noise they make and how nasty they can smell. Sadly, farting in Japan is not appropriate, so I rarely ever heard a girl fart. But then there’s internet. And internet provides a lot of free porn videos. So, I was used to watching fart fetish related videos on my laptop. Even through farting was such a taboo in my country the web was loaded with Japanese girls farting. One time I came across a