By: geneticnotecard
“Yas, baby, you ready? You’re on in 5!”
“Yes, of course, thank you!”
Singer songwriter Yasmin Douglas was pulled out of a trance as her manager kindly reminded her that she was about to go on stage. Making this particular performance extra special, her girlfriend, Nya, would be visiting. She always wanted to get her to a show, but unsurprisingly, the schedules of a world class sprinter and singer don’t always match up. But they always enjoyed any time they could find together. Yasmin planned on bringing her backstage and playing her a song she wrote for Nya. But, she had to make it through the show first.
Yasmin looked at herself in the mirror of her backstage room and took a deep breath. She let it completely fill her lungs before exhaling. Yasmin had large, striking brown eyes and full lips. Her smile was both cute and charming, but also mischievous and naughty when she wanted. She brushed her brown, voluminous, slightly curly/wavy hair to the side and applied a final layer of purple eyeliner. She strapped up her leather boots and slid on her classic peach colored sweater over a white crop top. The singular lamp of the room illuminated her light brown skin.
Suddenly, her stomach gurgled. It was a violent movement that seemingly moved her stomach. Yasmin growned, annoyed at her pre-show gas. Fueled by her anxiety, it was a common occurrence at this point, considering what had happened in both Florence and Charlotte. She eventually learned she had to tape a piece of paper to her door saying not to come in, at least not without knocking. She’d be in the midst of “relieving” herself. Yasmin lightly touched her stomach for a few moments until she felt something urging her to let go.
BBLLLUUUUPRRRTTT-fffffllllrrrrmmmmmmmmmmm…
Yasmin’s fart started loudly, blasting through her tight cargo pants, before becoming more subdued. It carried a pungent stench of cabbages and other earthy tones. Yasmin hoped that would be it, but she also knew that chances were high her stomach would keep going. It usually did. She turned around in the mirror to get a better view of her ass, which looked dazzling in these tan pants. Yasmin was generally just a bit chubby. It looked good on her.
bbbbbbbbbrrrruuuummmm-ffrfrrrrprprrpprpmm…
Another bout of gas, one which carried on for a decent amount of time, spread out from Yasmin’s butt. After a decent push, it rumbled through her pants. The smell was becoming more and more plentiful. Yasmin knew it was getting close to showtime… How much more time did she have before the show had to start? Apparently, they had to be out of the venue by a certain time.
3 powerful knocks resounded throughout her room.
“Yasmin, girl! It’s time to go! Decent crowd tonight…”
She needed more time. Just one more would be able to help her get through the show. She pushed, flexing her anus, hard.
BLLURRMMPP! Ffroooooooooommmssssssssssssss…
Well, there’s that. She pushed out a fart that was initially loud that morphed into a straight steam of toxic gas. But, she was out of time.Yasmin grabbed her acoustic guitar and started the walk towards the stage. She patted her continuously groaning stomach, hoping some of the irritation would subside. Tonight would hopefully be her best performance yet.
—
Yasmin’s manager was right. Yasmin’s favorite part about playing smaller shows was how intimate they felt. This old theater had 15-20 rows of seats and that was pretty much it. Yasmin entered the stage and was met with immediate cheering. Her adoring fans were very pleased at the sight of her. The were probably around 250 of them, and there was a huge chance they knew all her songs by heart.
“AHH MY GOD IT’S YASSS!!!”
“Holy shit she looks fucking great, bro.”
“SIT ON ME YASMIN!”
Yasmin began her show the way she started all of them. “Microphone check, one two, one, two, three, FIVE EIGHT!” Her small band boomed into their instruments as Yasmin sang her heart out.
The crowd cheered as she launched into her most popular song “Counting Receptionists”. It had 7 million streams on Spotify, mostly because it was used on a new season of “All-American”, but she was still growing her brand. She actually wrote it because of a beautiful receptionist she had met.
This was truly where Yasmin was in her element. Small house shows like this were so much fun. The crowd is into it more, sound has less room to travel, making them louder, and she can directly talk to her audience. It’s beautiful.
Eventually, her set ends with cheers and love and Yasmin does a proper introduction. She looked over to the seat she had set aside for Nya, and unsurprisingly, the seat was empty.
Yasmin let out a downcast sigh. Yasmin had told her girlfriend multiple times about the start time. Nya, naturally, had promised to be there, but Yasmin knew better. She had told herself not to get her hopes up, but her love for Nya got the better of her.
Yasmin loved Nya, there’s no doubt about that whatsoever. However, she knows her better than anybody else does. Yasmin knows her girlfriends drive and determination to get better at her craft. There have been many days where she spends every moment running, doing drills, eating, hydrating, lifting, doing plyometrics, and Yasmin has always respected and supported her for that. But was it too much to expect the same in return? Definitely not.
Alas, Yasmin had a show to perform. Her devoted fans had paid their own money to come see her perform. Yasmin took that seriously. So she swallowed her feelings and put on a smile. She was determined to make sure this show was super special, girlfriend or not.
“Hello everyone, my name is Yassss, but you might have already known that,” Yasmin says with her cutest voice possible. The crowd erupts with some more cheering and screaming. “Anyway, this next one is called ‘The Freak of the Future.’”
And the show went on. Yasmin truly loved what she did. Her love to sing, write, and perform were the things that truly kept her going. That and Nya, of course. It was going so well, she wondered if she had ever had a better show. She hit every note, every beat, and was on point with her band’s cues. It was perfection, especially considering the lack of a girlfriend. Aside from her bubbling stomach, everything was sublime.
About halfway through the show, Yasmin hit some trouble.
"This next one is named-"
PPPPPPSSSSSsssssssssssssssssfffffrrrhhhhhhhhhhh...
A flowing SBD leaked out of Yasmin with no warning whatsoever, flooding the stage area with noxious fumes. Her band was forced to cover their noses only a few seconds after the release started, as its steaming heat warmed up Yasmin's seat. Her mouth remained open for the 11 second duration. Normally, something like this would be deeply relieving. Now, it was absolutely mortifying. The crowd started chanting Yasmin's name and she was given the courage to continue.
Finally, it was time to end the show. She had originally planned to have Nya come on stage so she could sing to her, but she wasn’t here, so it probably wouldn’t matter. Hmmmm, maybe she could play something unreleased?
Yasmin started off looking at the ground, “Hey, sooooo I had originally planned on ending this a little differently, but-” she looked up and she met a set of eyes that she had been missing.
Nya had looked as if she had just finished her workout, as she was wearing a Nike tech sweatshirt and tight workout shorts. Some of her curly black hair stuck to her hair. Yasmin could see outlines of her athletic body in the darkness of the theater. The lights reflected off her brown skin. In other words, Yasmin wondered if Nya had looked more beautiful. Nya gave a little wave and mouthed “keep going.”
Yasmin wanted to, but her mind started racing. Had Nya been here the whole time? Did she do all that hating for no reason? She wanted to keep thinking about this, but her audience gave her a cheer of support.
Shit, you only live once. “Well, shit, change of plans to the change of plans. Nya, why don’t you make your way up here,” Yasmin said with a gigantic smile.
Yasmin motioned for the small security section to let her through. And suddenly, the girl she had been silently pissed at for over an hour and a half stood in front of her, now seemingly even more beautiful. If that was possible. Her adoring fans gave a huge roar, and they definitely sensed the connection between the two.
“KISS KISS KISS KISS!”
Yasmin motioned for the crowd to simmer down before she could continue. “Nya, I love you so, soooooo much. This one is, uhhhhh, for you,” Yasmin said, before starting a song she was never sure she was actually going to play.
I don’t think you know what I’m like when I’m sad, cause I’ve never been sad while you’re looking at me
You’re the sweetest surprise I think I’ve ever had, and you’re all that I ever hoped people would be
You make me feel young as I am, and I want to be near you as much as I can
You make things beautiful just by being there,
And I would follow you anywhere
As the final note rings out, the audience erupts with cheers and applause, yet it felt like Yasmin and Nya have their own bubble. They smile massively at each other and all feels right in the world. Yasmin gives one final wave to the crowd and says her “signature” send-off to the crowd.
“Thank you, and enjoy life for all it is and all it ever will be! Stay safe everyone!”
She and Nya scurried behind the curtains. Everything was so quiet, you could feel the love in the air. Suddenly, Yasmin remembered that she’s supposed to be angry at her girlfriend. Those feelings from earlier came rushing back.
“Yas, I… I don’t even know what to say,” Nya said with a smile. God, that dominican accent was auditory porn. She draped her arms over Yasmin’s shoulders and resumed speaking. “How long have you had that in the lab for? Mmmmmm it was amazing.”
“Wait a minute, Nya,” Yasmin said, pushing herself away from her girl. “When did you even show up? I didn’t even think you were there until the end!”
“I’m sorry babe. Y’know how it is.”
“Yeah, I do, and it’s still a problem. You couldn’t make an 8 start time? You were gone all day!”
“I-I… I don’t wanna have this conversation with you right here. Let's go to your room.” Yasmin grabbed Nya’s hand and hurriedly led her to the backstage cast room, which was hers for the night.
Yasmin closed the door behind the two of them and immediately plopped down on the couch. She started to rub her irritated stomach, hoping to resume the “relieving” she had done earlier. In her mind, she still had an argument to win.
“I can’t believe you sometimes! Is it really that hard to show up on time?”
“Yas, babe, I know…”
“Do you really? Cause sometimes it feels like this relationship doesn’t go-”
BBBBBRRRRRRRRRMMMMMPPPPPP!
A long, thick fart blasted from underneath Yasmin. It smelled faintly of cabbages with hints of earthly manure. It was rank. Yasmin blushed after it had finally ended and Nya met her with a smile as she bit her lip.
“Nice one, babe. How long’ve you been holding that one in for,” gushed Nya as she took a seat right next to Yasmin. Nya sighed deeply as she sat down. The stench engulfed the pair.
“Ahhhh god, my muscles… That workout was fucking killer babe… Almost as killer as your farts.” Nya chuckled and Yasmin blushed some more.
“That’s beside the point… What the fuck happened? You promised you’d be here!” Yasmin was practically snarling, and Nya didn’t really blame her.
“Well, it was actually recovery. I’ve been trying cryo to see if it works any better, and it ended up taking longer than I wanted it too. After that, I raced home, and a couple omelets, and raced back here. Ooooof, I’ve been farting the stuff up ever since.” Nya leaned into Yasmin, who was confused at first, but then understood. Nya was probably about to rip one.
PRRAATTT! BLLLrrrrmmm-rooooooooopppppfftttt…
“That’s how they've been coming out, babe,” Nya boasted on Yasmin’s shoulder, like she was proud of her gassy feat. It started loud, pummeling the coach with gas. She puffed out some more stink that wasn’t as noisy, but was much longer.
“You were doing that all show?” Yasmin asked, trying and failing to cover up her blush.
“Well, I tried to make it much more quiet, but I’m not sure if I succeeded,” Nya giggled. “Oh wait, I think there’s still some left in the tank.” Nya put her finger up and pursed her lips together, as if she was concentrating.
Bbllrlrlm-lllllllllrrrrrmmm-PPPBBBLLLLLRRRRRPPPPP!
Nya’s next fart started wet, sloppy, and quiet before turning into a boisterous mudslide of gas bubbles. Nya smirked at Yasmin while her fart slapped into the couch for 7 or 8 seconds, refusing to break eye contact. Yasmin blushed. Wait a minute… was Nya trying to turn on her with her farts? Was it working? Or was it just a distraction? Yasmin smiled, but quickly remembered why she was so upset in the first place.
“It has to be the new protein powder, right? What do you think?” Nya wafted some of her stench towards her girlfriend, hoping to get a genuine response. Yasmin recoiled at the sudden increase in the potency of the smell.
“Agh-Jesus, Nya,” Yasmin said, attempting to fan the air, even though it might not have had much effect.
“Sorry, Sorry,” Nya said, glancing awar with a red blush. Yasmin noticed this as well. Was she “enjoying” farting in front of Yasmin?
“It's just,” Yasmin started, eyes downcast. “I feel like I support you way more than you support me. We should be meeting in the middle, and we’re not. You’re not. Hell, you’re trying to distract me with your… farts.” Yasmin said that last word like it was an atrocity.
Nya looked very genuine. “I really am sorry Yas… It’s just that trials are coming up, and hopefully the olympics, and I worry that I’m not good enough-”
“You’ll always be good enough,” Yasmin said, her voice completely resolute in support of her girlfriend. She moved to give her a huge hug and mashed their faces together. “I’ll be with you every step of the way, but you’ve gotta be in my corner too.” Yasmin was so warm and she wanted to spread that warmth…
BBBRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORMMMMMMM!
But maybe not in that way. Yasmin’s butt sounded off at the most inopportune moment. Her fart was very loud, yet very soft. It was a true gust of wind. It also carried a much more potent, sulfurous stench. The air rushed out of Yasmin for a double digit length and fully submerged the two of them in rancid, hot air.
“Mmmmm, holy shit Yas,” Nya practically moaned, as she led her fingers up Yasmin’s arm. “Let’s get back home. There’s something I want to… test.”
—
“So this is really what you want?” Yasmin asked skeptically.
Yasmin sat in Nya’s lap straddling her in nothing but her panties that she wore during the show. Nya, who was rushing for time earlier, still lay in her workout underwear. Her skin was ashy and salty with sweat, but she was far too horny to shower first.
“Yes, Yas, I want your big, fat butt to fart on me. Is it really that hard to understand?”
“I mean, not really. This just feels kinda sudden…”
“What about this is sudden, Yas,” Nya questioned. “Remember what I first asked you when we met?”
“I believe it was ‘do it fart tho,’' Yasmin said, before breaking down into a fit of laughter. She leaned back into her girlfriend as they both broke down.
“Stop laughing and fart on me, you jerk,” Nya giggled.
“Okay, okay, gimme a sec.” Yas patted her belly, trying to awaken her bowels, which have seemingly relaxed over the ride back home. Wait, there was some movement… Oof, it was actually a lot of movement-
PRRRAAAAUUOOOOMMPPP!
Yasmin’s boisterous fart blasted into Nya. It was a true horn of a fart. It was somewhat short, only lasting 3-4 seconds, but the aroma the fart created was a true work of art. Yasmin’s familiar stench rose up to Nya, who deeply breathed in her gas.
“Holy, fuck babe… That was loud.”
“Are you sure you want me to do this?” Yasmin asked, a blush caked on her face. “Like, everything is good back there?”
“Never better,” Nya huffed out.
“Good,” Yasmin responded before her stomach gave an ominous gurgle. “Final warning, Nya.” Yasmin looked back at Nya and gave her a devilish smirk.
“Hit me.”
BBLLRRRRMMMMPPP! FRRRMMMMMMMbbblrlrlbllblrlbrrr…
Yasmin’s newest release bubbled on Nya’s lap, the contrast between Nya’s muscular lower body and Yasmin’s supple thighs and ass creating an obnoxious sound. It went on and on, stretching into the teens before she cut it off. The aroma increased tenfold.
FRLLRLRBLRLBRLRLRLBMRMMMMMM-PROoooooooottttt
Yasmin grabbed the sides of the couch, pushing herself into her girlfriend, increasing the pressure, impact, and pleasure Nya was getting. More bubbles puffed out of Yasmin’s wide butt and Nya was very much enjoying herself.
“Aaahhhhhhh, baby, I love you so much.” Nya cupped Yasmin’s face in her hands so that they were looking at each other.
“Lemme poke your mind babe… Interested in taking some from me? You were, uhhhh, kind of blushy earlier.”
“Uhhhhhh…” Yasmin’s mind went blank. The idea of smelling her girlfriend’s farts was weird at first. But it was fairly enticing. As many protein shakes, omelets, and whatever her diet called for… Nya’s farts continuously smelled really bad. And they also sounded really weird. You only live once right?
“Make up your mind babe, oooohh, there’s a lot!”
“Fine, but only cause you asked nicely.” Yasmin looked away, hoping Nya wouldn’t see her blush. She was very mistaken. Yasmin hopped off of Nya’s lap.
“Try not to enjoy it too much, Yas,” Nya said while lightly pushing Yasmin on her head, guiding her to her knees. Yasmin tried to enjoy the view. There are very few people on the planet who get to date an olympic-level athlete, so she considered herself incredibly lucky.
Nya’s body was striking. Lean muscles ran all along her legs leading up to her abdominal section, where she sported a six-pack. Her shoulders were cut and her arms athletic. Her long, curly hair ran down her back, creating more beauty.
“Jeez, I gotta talk to my dietician again. I’ve been very, very, gassy recently, Yasmin.” She blushed at this sentence. It was true. Yasmin had noticed an increase in “outbursts” from Nya over the past few weeks. Their bedroom continuously stunk, but it wasn’t always her that caused it. Leave it to her girlfriend to make something so vulgar sound sexy.
Nya slowly guided Yasmin’s head to the crevice of her ass. Yasmin breathed in the stench of stale sweat and salt. The remnants of Nya’s earlier workout were still there.
PRAAFFTTTT-bllblbrrmrmrmmmrmr
An intense fart bursted out of Nya, causing Yasmin to recoil. Nya’s slender, yet strong arm held Yasmin’s head in place allowing her to get a very good whiff of Nya’s fart. After the initial shock, it shrunk down into a cacophony of bubbling.
“Liked that one, Yas?”
Yasmin was at a loss for words. While she had been around Nya for some time now, and had been smelling and hearing her farts for months, this was different. And Yasmin knew she liked it.
BBBBRRRAAAAAUUUUMMPPLlrlrlrlrlrllPPPRRRRmmmm!
Another resounding fart from Nya. Up and down in its volume, it freely flowed through Nya’s anus and underwear. The smell was pure; unedited and unfiltered, it was everything Yasmin needed. It was almost unbreathable. Warm and steamy, yet elegant in a way. Fitting of an olympic athlete. Yasmin’s eyes fluttered. She moaned right into Nya’s soft ass.
“Woah, babe, enjoying herself back there?”
Yasmin made some noise of agreement and wrapped her arms around Nya’s hips, hoping to bring herself closer to that sweet stench.
BBBBMMMMRRFFFF! BLRRT-Bbbbmmrrpp-PPPPLLLLRRRRRAAAPPPPPPPP!
This time it was a series of farts, varying in length, tone, and potency. All of it added to Yasmin’s pleasure. A short and heavy fart eventually led to a lengthy discord of gas.
Yasmin and Nya spent the next few hours testing out their gassy bottoms and just how much they could take. Surprisingly, Yasmin didn’t last much longer. Nya did her best, but eventually the sight and smell of Yasmin’s large booty was too much for her to handle. They went at it for the next few hours, their stomachs bubbling and creating enough gas to keep going. Eventually, they fell asleep, the lust of this encounter wearing both of them out.
—
Yasmin felt a nudge at her shoulder.
“Babe, Yasmin, wake up.”
“Hmmmm?”
“Let’s talk… We were going at it last night, huh?”
“Yes, we were,” Yasmin muttered, giving a small smile to her girlfriend. “What’s up?”
“Well, I was just thinking,” Nya propped herself on an elbow, looking down at her half-asleep girlfriend. “Were you always into my farts, or was that kinda just the climax of a long time coming? Know what I mean?”
Yasmin immediately sat up, trying to be defensive.
“Definitely not! It was just a spur of the moment thing!! You only live once, right?”
Nya smirked at her knowingly. “So you don’t wanna smell my morning farts. You know how bad they can get…”
“Fine,” Yasmin yawned, trying to hide her pleasure. Yasmin smiled to herself as Nya’s comfortable ass lowered itself onto her face.