My Big Fat Farty Friend

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My Big Fat Farty FriendA BBW friend of mine, in her own words…Hi, my name is Danni, I’m 26 and I guess you’d call me a British BBW. Basically I’m fat lol. Anyway, as well as being lardy I’m also windy. Or as you would say gassy. Basically, on account of IBS, I fart like a thoroughbred racehorse lol!And over the years I’ve come to know that men just love it when I do!It all started when I was 19. I’ve always been blessed with a big round arse and my boyfriend at the time just loved it (not the first, won’t be the last!) He was really into facesitting too. Let’s call him Craig. One day, I was straddling Craig’s face with my bum, knickers still on and hand wrapped round his cock, when I felt something bubbling within.”Craig mate,” I called out anxiously as his hands gripped my fleshy hips, pressing and moulding my hefty buttocks to his face “Let go. You have to let go” “Mwhwharrup?” came Craig’s understandably muffled reply, which I took to be ‘why what’s up?’”Craig, I need to fart!” I managed to reply before wrestling my big rear end free from his clutches and, a few inches up from his face, I let rip.Pfrrrppt!Sighing contentedly, I chuckled with tiny embarrassment. Craig and I had been together for about three months by then, so it wasn’t the first time he’d heard me blow off, but it was certainly the closest he’d been to it (well apart from that night I was fast asleep and apparently I let one rattler go against his cock) Anyway, eager to carry on bahis siteleri canlı I mumbled a “Whoops, sorry” and plopped back down on his face and continued to wank him off. But I noticed Craig had really stepped up a gear now. He was really forceful with my chubby posterior and properly sniffing at my hole. ‘Oh wow’, I thought, ‘what’s this all about?’ A second later he came all over my hand.Oh my God, was he turned on by my farting?! Afterwards, we lay on the bed cuddling and I decided to broach the subject “Sorry about that””What?””Y’know, farting. Really inopportune time huh?”Craig all but jumped out of my arms! “Danni,” he began, swallowing thickly “Next time you…y’know…have to let one go…will you…will you…just….do…it?””What?” I asked, nose wrinkling and eyebrow raising “On your face like?””PLEASE!!”Giggling, and somewhat red-faced, I made a promise I would. My, this was a strange one I thought but before long I was making sure I was eating all the don’ts on my IBS list before meeting up with Craig just so I had plenty of gas in the tank!In the end, Craig and I split up. But it wasn’t long before I learnt that he wasn’t alone in this fart fetish I once found so weird. ALL the men I met seemed to get turned on by it, and let me tell you, there’s no age limit to it either!Let me explain.I work as a district nurse, travelling around from home to home treating and caring the disabled and the elderly. Just a couple of years canlı bahis ago I had a lovely old man on my books called…well, we’ll call him Gerald.Gerald was 84 and a veteran of World War 2. He couldn’t really get about much and spent his days at home in his armchair. It was my job to make sure he’d eat, got some small bits of exercise, test his BP and that he wanted for nothing. I soon learned that despite his age, Gerald was still very young at heart!I was in his kitchen one day making us both a cup of tea when I felt some stirrings in my gut. Oh dear, here we go I thought and tried my best to let the inevitable out slowly and with as little noise as possible. I just hoped they didn’t stink – though I did have a curry the night before, and although I was single I may have ordered for two. Oops, sorry Gerald!Pfft pft brpt brpt thththud.Out they came small at first but in the end like a barn door rattling in the breeze. Thankfully the kettle boiled, covering up most of the noise and well, Gerald was very old and a bit deaf, thankfully!”Here you go” I said, returning to the living room with the tray of tea and biscuits (I’d made sure to open the kitchen window first!) “Nice cuppa, just what the doctor ordered huh?””Oh you are an angel Danni” Gerald smiled, a twinkle in his eye – Hmm, if only he knew what I’d just done in his kitchen, I thought! – “Just set it down on the table there for me please””Sure” I said and navigated my fleshy rump bahis siteleri and thick thighs around to place the hot sweet tea down before him. There wasn’t much room between Gerald’s armchair, the sofa and the coffee table and, in the end, my bum was pretty much pointing at him giving him a great view of my NHS blue uniformed encased flab. I was just bending down to place the tea on the coaster when it happened. I really couldn’t help it, honest.Thrupptblllllllaaaaaaaart!My God it was immense. I was absolutely mortified. You have to remember here, I’m at work. I’m a nurse, a member of the caring profession. What care or professionalism was there in farting in a sweet old man’s face?!Blushed red hot, I turned round and immediately stuttered a horrified apology.Only to find Gerald laughing!”There she blows” he chuckled and began to sniff at the air. He looked like a baby bird stretching out to take a worm from his mother’s mouth. he waved away my apology “Don’t be sorry dear girl” he said, soothing some of my blushes but not answering my confusion – he couldn’t be? Was he too into this?! – soon enough, I had my answer “I daresay there’s young men who pay for that kind of pleasure, I’ve just had it free on the NHS!” We didn’t half both laugh at that one I can tell you!After a while, I learnt to be free with my wind around Gerald. The old boy loved it! And you may not believe it but one day, when he was feeling too weak to dress and I was feeling way too bloated to be ladylike, I’m sure I saw the beginnings of a stiffie peeping out from his pyjama bottoms! Not bad eh, getting an 84 year old hard from my farts?!So you see, in my experience, all men of all ages love a good fart from a good big bottom.

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