-Story 1-

Anywho, back in high school she and our group of friends would hang around at lunch. On occasion, she would get up from sitting somewhere, weird non-fitting noise, then the smell. And IDK what her family got up to (can also share some gas stories of them) but they were usually very bad. On occasion too intense for me at the time, but usually made me hard and 100% were later fapped to.

You know sometimes when the fart itself is unpleasant but the memory of it is amazing? That's her.

-Story 2-

I had come up with a clever disguise for my fetish by the time I was dating her: ahem. I was *immune* to girls' farts. No clue whaaaat it could be about me, but whenever it happened I could always stand it. Sooo weird, huh?

This topic of conversation came up at one point while we were walking. She had slept over at her uncles', and according to him been letting out fat blaps from her ass all night, which were horrible. It was mostly the thought of it that I later fapped to: not being able to sleep, kept away from slumber by a constant pattern of horrid-smelling gas pumping out of her fat ass as she peacefully sleeps away, in relief and comfort whilst completely unaware of the horrible torture she's putting you through. I, unfortunately, was never able to personally smell any of that nights' batch myself. A travesty. But while we were walking home she was acting bashful about it, so I brought the "immunity" defense up. Worked. She stopped being so bashful.

-Story 3-

I was also able to score intermittent hits, so to speak, with the gas: it really felt like she had farts constantly chambered up and being held in. A quick hug would occasionally net a quick prrt, sometimes wetter or longer. Too passionate of a kiss? Fart. Get fired up about something? Fart. On occasion, nothing at all and just random fart. Favorite discreet fart-catching position was me lying on a bed and her sitting up on the edge of it. Her ass had a bit of a smell on its own when one got close to it. So I was usually satisfied even if she didn't fart. They were rare, but were some of the only occasions where I could smell up her whole fart discreetly.

My favorite personal memory was after a long "dry spell", so to speak. She had been grounded for three months. We hadn't seen each other for a few weeks after that. Cue hug, happy to see you, missed you, romance etc. Assumed general position: she was on her phone, me reading a magazine. I hear a decent-length series of putt-putt-putt-putts from her butt, then not five seconds later she gets up and leaves the room. I immediately went to fucking town sniffing where she was sitting. It was glorious. Perfectly rank smell, copious amounts of it. Oh god it was great. Fapped very, very many times to the memory.

-Story 4-

Art class. We were at square tables, seats were facing away from the table across from said seat. We were sitting next to each other, working on something. Don't remember what because all I remember is the SBD.

Now to preface, she had the art of a silent fart down to a fucking science. Plausible deniability: she's just a pretty and slightly plump girl! Who knows who could have emitted that deadly stench permeating the classroom and causing fucking evacuation? I'll tell you who.