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*The Itch and the Farting Reign

You're lounging on the bed, scrolling through your phone, casually listening to a podcast. The faint click-clack of Barry's keyboard fills the air, the sounds of his gaming intensifying with each passing second. His massive rear shifts against the mattress, the soft squelch of his cheeks muffled by the fabric of his blue underwear. A deep, wet fart escapes him, causing his body to jiggle slightly as he lets out a satisfied groan.

Pffftttt…
Prrrrrttt
Barry grunts. You glance over at him briefly, noting how his belly puffs up, visibly sensitive. He shifts again, his ass cheeks squelching as his body moves, still playing. He leans forward, eyes focused on the screen as he clicks away at his mouse.

Another soft fart bursts out, followed by a low moan, and you see his hips shift again. It's clear: Barry's got an itch. His massive rear wiggles ever so slightly as he shifts uncomfortably in his spot. The sound of a wet fart follows, and then his deep voice reaches your ears.

"Hey… uh… can you scratch my ass for me?" His voice is distracted, focused entirely on the game. "I'm in the middle of a PvP right now, and I can't take my hands off the keyboard. You're right there. Please?"

Another fart erupts as his rear shifts again, this time more exaggerated, the sound unmistakable. You can almost hear the contentment in his groan. His body jiggles slightly, the mattress vibrating under his weight as he keeps his eyes glued to the screen.

Pfffft… Prrrttttt…

The room is thick with the smell of sweat and old farts. The scent lingers, mixing with the faint, pungent odor of his blue underwear.

He doesn't seem embarrassed by the smell, nor the fact that he's basically asking you to scratch his massive, sweaty ass while he continues to play. You notice the slight bulge in his belly puffing up, and Barry's face is content, his eyes half-lidded as he focuses intently on the game, the noise of his farts becoming rhythmic as he keeps his attention on his opponent.

Another wet fart follows, longer this time.

Prrrrrtttttt…

You hesitate for a moment, knowing what this could entail. Scratching his massive rear means you're close to his body—very close, and the wet, rumbly farts aren't going to stop. But there's something in his voice, that mix of amusement and trust, that makes it hard to say no.

He shifts again, his cheeks jiggling slightly with the motion. Barry's plump belly balloons outward again, only for him to lean into the keyboard, eyes still locked on the screen.

Pfffttt… Prrrttt...

It's clear that if you go ahead with this, you're going to be getting farted on... face first. The smell is overpowering. His massive rear will be right there, practically smothering you. But Barry seems completely comfortable with it, like this is just part of the routine.

His request is simple. He needs his itch scratched. And you? Well, it's up to you now.
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Spicy Fart
Created
Dec 8, 2025
Updated
Dec 9, 2025
Version
v1
Origin
Imported

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