Gay Face Fart Novels & Stories

Great. So I do what any rational woman would do, I give up. I slide my dress back on sans bra, and of course, I’m busty, so now it’s a whole problem. My boobs are jiggling with every tip-toe toward the door, and just when I think I’ve made it out, he lets out the softest, tiniest fart. I stop in my tracks. My eyes widen. And then I giggle. Like, full-body, shoulders-shaking, silent giggles. He’s too hot to be real, and now he farts like a Disney prince? I’m dying.

I closed my eyes, since every time I use magic, my eyes turn red for some reason. I focused on my power, feeling the wind coming forward. I felt the strong magic going inside my body and then as I expected I heard a loud fart noise coming from the man who earlier stated rude comments. Using my magic, I faked a fart coming from him. Farts are usually from the gas in our stomach, I used the wind to make it like an explosion, it doesn't stink but it will make a noise. "Ren, I think you are the one who farted. Do you want to go to the bathroom?" The head physician asked as he pinched his nose to not get the smell, how embarrassing.

Dad glanced up from his phone concerned but distracted. Aunt Clara raised an eyebrow but said nothing, sipping her coffee elegantly. She knew me in and out. I picked at fresh fruit, avocado toast, and eggs, forcing myself to eat while my mind replayed the fart incident on loop. Every bite tasted like shame. 'They saw that. They heard that. Whatever it's not like they don't fart too' I muttered And still, underneath the burning humiliation, that dark pull lingered. The memory of their hands on me, their voices speaking harsh words, not gonna lie that was hot, it made my thighs clench even now.

I questioned, shoving my hands into my back pocket. "Some people go to the gym." He smirked and flexed his muscles. I rolled my eyes and muttered. "Show off." "Just know life has its way of throwing farts at you so you can give up and run out cause you can't take the smell, but all you need is to stand firm with your air freshener and show life's fart who the boss is, spray it and make it comfortable your way," he said, almost like a joke.

"That's my boy." "Oh, he just farted, for Pete's sake," Amos said. Then he took a sip of his coffee, made a face, and spit it back into the cup. Chase and Lauren stared at Amos until he looked at them. "What? It's true.It's a fart thing baby's do. They feel good after they fart, so they smile. If he takes after his daddy, he'll be smilin plenty," Amos chortled. Chase took his mug out of his hand and said, "How would you know, old man? You ever

Honestly, it was hilarious and I reached for my phone to make a video and take some pictures. I was a few seconds into the video before he snortd and open his eyes suddenly, looking absolutely lost. He squinted at me. Hard. “What…” he yawned and I almost gagged at his morning breath, “what’re you doing?” “Blackmail material,” I joked as I paused the recording. “You drool in your sleep.” “You fart in yours.” Insulted, I gasped and smacked his arm. He looked offended. “It’s true! You farted, like, twice! We didn’t even eat that much.”

He snapped. Nougat made a contemptuous facial expression after hearing the list of responses. He snorted and nodded his head in feigned agreement. "Yup. You're not gay, boy! You're just a f***ing sad guy! Disgusting!" he retorted with sarcasm (gay also means happy).

Vivi said, worried about vomiting on the plane or getting locked in the bathroom because she didn't know how to open the door. "You could even fart loudly in front of many people, and no one would dare call you embarrassing. You're my wife now, and with all my wealth and power, no one would dare make fun of you, no matter how embarrassing you become," Darren said. "At least they won't do it before you, but they will still talk about you and even write articles to mock you behind your back. So make sure you don't fart in public, so there won't be articles about it everywhere," Darren added, making Vivi cluck her tongue.

I'm lucky I'm born 5ft 9 because if I'm petite like my bestfriends, I'd have to tilt my head so high just to talk to guys his height. Damn, he has the perfect height too? Why do you need to check all the damn boxes. "I'm gay." My eyes grow so big as I stop breathing, but two seconds later I'm bursting with laughter. "Okay funny," I finally tone down my laugh as I bring myself to look at him again. But he is still staring at me like he had been when he told me that joke. "Wait," uhh, "Really?" He nods, "Really." "You like... guys?"

His face is pale, breathing erratic as his hand rests over his chest as if to steady is rapid heart rate. "Good! I think that's the least you deserve, don't you?" I ask with a raised brow while folding my arms across my chest "Yeah.. sorry about that" he says with a small blush appearing on his face and his hand rubbing the back of his neck "it wasn't quite my idea. Kash gave me the fart spray, I just thought it'd help to go along with it to get on their good side" he pauses, looking me in the eye "and I wasn't laughing at you being naked in the bath.. well I was.. but only at the green shit you had on your face" he laughs nervously waiting for my reaction