Fernanda rolled onto her side and turned the volume off on her phone alarm while checking the time.

7:00 AM. Perfect, Fernanda beamed. Plenty of time.

She stretched out her arms and legs for several seconds while making a slight high-pitched dinosaur screeching noise; a bizarre habit of hers. Maybe it helped the air in her chest escape her body easier, or maybe it was simply a weird trait she had. Fernanda always embraced her weirdness.

She kicked off the covers of her comfy queen-sized bed and lay on her side, staring at herself in the mirror. Fernanda was about 5'7"; medium length brown hair with olive tanned skin and lovely hazel eyes, not quite green but not dark brown either. She was around 130 pounds, not particularly large breasts but very perky buttcheeks; the kind of ass you wanted to hug, kiss and blow raspberries on all day. For a native Barcelonian Fernanda definitely had an ass worth staring at.

She suddenly realized how cold it was as she grabbed her tan leggings and socks on the bed next to her. Much better, she thought to herself.

Just then, her stomach began to gurgle. Yessss, she grinned.

She lay onto her stomach and looked at the mirror next to her bed. Her face and ass were perfectly visible in frame. Fernanda grabbed her phone and took out the camera app; adjusting her hair. Getting all of this right the first time was important for her morning ritual. She pressed record on her camera and continued to lay on her stomach; waiting.

She could feel it building up now, it was ready. Fernanda let out the softest of grunts.

...POO00OMP!

Fernanda sighed with pleasure. First fart of the day and it was so punchy and loud. She flexed her cheeks slightly and giggled, then hit stop on her camera. Fernanda watched the video she had just taken; admiring how soft her cheeks looked and reveled in the forceful nature of her recorded butt blast. She began to feel a tingling in her groin and shivered.

This was was Fernanda's favorite thing to do. Wake up in the morning and document her lovely morning farts before work. Lovely might not be the adjective most people attribute to passing gas but for Fernanda it was a beautiful thing. Each fart for her was like a burst of joy and fun but just as precious and unique as a snowflake. And it wasn't just that she liked farts in general; no, she liked HER farts. Perhaps it was because of her relaxed sphincter or her gassy diet. Whatever the cause, she was under the impression that her farts felt and sounded special. Just as if someone would be valued by their large genitals or overall attractive features, Fernanda viewed her farts as her most desirable quality.

As she was lusting over her video she felt another fart brewing. Fernanda quickly rolled onto her back, pulled her knees up and put the camera right up to her legging clad anus. She quickly pressed record and let loose.

buuuuuuuuUUUUuuuUUUuuuuuUUUUP?

"Oooff..." Fernanda moaned quietly. This type of her fart was one of her favorites; beginning with a bouncy "b" sound and then a slow bassy purr that went up and down several times in pitch ending with a question sounding note at the end. It sounded smooth, deep and intimate; like the audio equivalent of a warm hug. She wished they all sounded like this.

Fernanda was also under the assumption that her leggings made her fart somehow more exquisite; a warm purr like this coming out of soft leggings looked and sounded...delicious? Was that the adjective? She blushed slightly at the thought of explaining this to someone.

Fernanda didn't necessarily have shame regarding her fetish. She knew it was weird as most fetishes are. There's nothing inherently sexual about feet, piss, anthropomorphic creatures or else anything like that. Individual people find an intimate value in these things. Her anxiety was more related to the fact that she was alone in her appreciation of flatulence. Hearing her bassy fart she just ripped made Fernanda wonder why most people didn't appreciate farting. It sounds smooth, it's cute, it's long and a little funny. What's not to like?

The frustration she felt gave her some mild anxiety. She rolled onto her stomach and played back the video. She loved watching the moments of silence before the fart; the anticipation was so sexy.

"buuuuuuuuUUUUuuuUUUuuuuuUUUUP?" - her phone speaker echoed.

Listening to her fart again caused Fernanda to grind her pussy against her mattress in a slow but firm manner. This was not as direct as fingering herself but more effective because this way she could pleasure herself while still imagining that someone's face was pressed in her ass; reeling from the last fart she dropped. She played back the video several times and continued to grind, biting her lower lip until she could not hold off anymore and began pleasuring herself from under her leggings. The rush she felt of hearing that lovely sound come out of her was too much. Faster, faster. Dirty farts coming out of my cute cheeks, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuu-

"...Ooohhhhh...ohhh...ohhhhhhhh..." Fernanda moaned as her legs stiffened, her body quivering with pleasure.

Fuck....yes, she thought to herself, breathing heavily as she lay on her bed without a care in the world. This almost idiotic feeling of relaxation was the best. In this stretch of 2 minutes or so she could completely shut out all thoughts, any worries she had about her afternoon shift, school or general social anxiety were abated.

After completely soaking in her post cum state of zen, Fernanda reached over to her phone and opened up her photo gallery. She pressed on her 2nd video and titled it "Bassy12" then moved the video into a folder titled "August 2019". She liked to categorize her videos based on how they sounded and kept them all in a folder based on the month. This way she could pull up any fart she wanted to for later and admire them based on how they sounded. Certain names overlapped, for example the first fart she did would probably be labeled "Poot7" even though it was stronger than the average poot. This level of organization was borderline OCD and in a way was more embarrassing to her than her actual fetish. Sure, she liked farting, that in itself was weird, but if anyone were to take her phone they would see all the labeled folders and realize she REEEEEEALLLLLLLY liked farting with a borderline autistic obsession. The thought of this happening sometimes prevented her from falling asleep. And what could she say if someone took her phone? "I was hacked," or "whoa how did those get there??" wouldn't really hold up. Then again, it was none of their business!

Checking the time on her phone, Fernanda got up from her bed and walked over to her bathroom door. She stripped off her leggins, panties and shirt and drew the hot water in her shower. As she shivered slightly with the feeling of the water touching her face for the first time, Fernanda felt another gurgle in her tummy. She slowly pressed her butt against the glass sliding shower wall and waited.

"Three.....two...." and Fernanda pushed.

bRRRRRrrrrrrrrr-rump!

"Unghhh" she grunted as her rude, bassy and rumbling fart echoed against the glass. So satisfying. She sniffed slowly. The scent of pinto beans and polenta from last night was now permeating the hot shower. She smiled as she began to lather herself up. "Good one," she thought to herself.

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"Here you are guys, enjoy your meal!" Fernanda beamed as she set the customer's plates onto their table. They smiled and nodded as they began to dig in. Fernanda smiled and walked back to the breakroom of the restaurant.

She clocked into her 15 minute break on the computer in the back and sat down in one of the gray comfy chairs. Fernanda took out her phone and held it close to her, eyeing her photo gallery hungrily. She almost never listened to her farts at work; too risky,but that one from this morning was sooooooo bassy.

"What are you grinning about over there, looking at a text from Eduarrrrrdo?"

Fernanda looked up quickly. Her coworker Leticia was sitting in a gray chair across from her. Fernanda had been so out of it she hadn't noticed her there.

"What? No no," Fernanda chuckled. "we haven't texted."

"You don't have his number!? Oh my god Fernanda what are you doing? He's gorgeous!"

"Eh," Fernanda shrugged. "He's nice. He's hot too but I don't know, not my type."

"Wow. If Eduardo is not your type, I don't know who is. That boy is FINE," Leticia then made the motion of jerking a huge penis in an exaggerated fashion.

"Oh my god, stop," Fernanda laughed. "You should ask him out then! Has he come in today yet?"

"Nah, he don't like me," Leticia snorted. "I'm too gross for him."

Fernanda laughed inside. Bitch you have no idea.

"Oh, also we got a new girl coming in after me," Leticia said noisily as she dug her hand into a bag of peanuts. "You haven't had a shift with her yet I don't think."

"Oh yeah? What's she like?"

Leticia shrugged. "Quiet? Kinda nervous. Not terrible though, she seems to be getting the hang of it. Luisa I think."

"Well, cool. As long as she's better than you were when you started here."

"Hey!" Leticia yelled as she threw a peanut Fernanda's way. "I was good after two months!"

"Sure sure," Fernanda laughed as she dodged the peanut.

Fernanda looked over and saw a slightly chubby girl with reddish hair and glasses walk into the back room

"Well well well, speak of the devil," Leticia smirked.

The girl looked up suddenly and stumbled over her words.

"A-am I late? I thought my shift was 3:30-"

"No, you're actually ten minutes early!" Fernanda assured her as she got up from her chair. "I'm Fernanda."

"L-luisa," she said awkwardly holding out her hand. As Fernanda went to shake it Luisa's phone managed to slip out of her purse and onto the floor.

"Oh! Let me get tha-"

Fernanda bent down and looked at the phone, confused. There was a cartoon picture of a giant woman stepping onto a smaller girl, crushing her beneath her feet. She looked up at Luisa who had the most terrified expression. Luisa quickly bent down and snatched the phone, face beet red.

"I'm gonna...um...ok..." she said quickly as she rushed to the bathroom with her bag.

Leticia looked over at Fernanda. "I didn't see, what happened??"

"Um," Fernanda swallowed nervously. "Nothing. I think."

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Fernanda walked out of the restaurant for her lunchbreak and noticed Luisa sitting outside at a table away from the restaurant.

"Stupid stupid stupid!" she cursed at herself.

Fernanda took a deep breath and then walked over.

"Hey!" she waved.

Luisa jerked her head back in surprise.

"Oh, uh...hi..."

"You mind if I sit? I come here to get away from everyone too," she chuckled.

"Yeah sure," Luisa said, looking away.

Fernanda looked over at her meal.

"What do you have there?"

"Ah, just shitty tuna-fish sandwich," Luisa grumbled. She seemed very upset at the fact that Fernanda was sitting here, invading her space. Fernanda awkwardly placed her hands on the table, not sure how to proceed.

"Hey so, I saw you looked kind of upset during the last hour. This job can get kind of crazy, believe me I know, so, if there's anything I can do to help, let me know, ok?"

"Oh, no you're fine. Everyone is nice to me. This is about the same as my last job."

"Ah ok," Fernanda said as she looked at Luisa, studying her facial expression. "But something is bothering you, right?"

Luisa sat there in silence, her cheeks beginning to blush.

"Is this about your phone? That um...that picture?"

Luisa was now rocking back and forth slightly, clearly the anxiety was overtaking her.

"Ohhhhh," Luisa sighed, not making eye contact. "Yeah that was um....I'm sorry about that. That was an accident, I-"

"No no, dude," Fernanda said as she reached out her hand and placed it over Luisa's. "you don't have to explain."

Luisa looked at her confused.

"I....I don't?"

"Of course not. I mean, it's none of my business anyhow. But, you also don't have to WORRY, you get me? I won't tell anyone."

Luisa breathed a sigh of relief and put her hands over her face.

"God, thanks. That was like....that was SO bad. I shouldn't have been looking at that stuff before my shift."

"Yeah you might not wanna have it out around here, cause if the manager saw that might be a different story."

"So...wait, do you know what I was looking at?"

"Yeah. Giantess crushing stuff?"

"Yeah..." Luisa said, wide-eyed. This may have been her first time discussing her fetish with another person who knew what it was, much less anyone at all. "How do you....you don't-?"

Fernanda looked blankly for a second then realized what she meant.

"What? Oh no," she laughed. "I mean...NO disrespect, for real. I've just come across it is all."

"Ah. So, are you into weird shit too or something?" Luisa asked with a cautious expression.

Fernanda grinned. "I, um...hmm" she blushed. How does one explain this to another person?

"You don't have to tell me, of course," Luisa reassured her.

"No no, might as well, I mean..we both go on deviant art so cat is outta the bag, right?" she laughed.

"yeah," Luisa chuckled nervously.

"I uh...hoo boy," Fernanda paused. "I....like farts!" she said throwing her hands up in the air. "There we go! Fart fetish girl, right here." She pointed to herself, blushing slightly.

"Whoa..." Luisa said, staring off slightly. "You like farts?"

"Yeah, I know, it's pretty um....out there."

"No that's not what I mean. I mean, YOU. You're like, fucking gorgeous. You look like this girl Emilia from my old high school. I never, in a million years would have guessed." Luisa said staring at her incredulously.

"Well," Fernanda blushed again. "Yes, pretty people can be gross bitches too, thank you very much!"

They both laughed.

"Wait so, you like to be like....farted on?"

"No no," she giggled. "I am the, um....I'm the performer."

"Oh!" Luisa looked at her, eyebrows raised. "Oh my," she laughed, pretending to be creeped out by this admission.

"Hey, fuck you! Foot lady!" Fernada teased, lightly hitting her arm.

"Well, it's more crushing actually." Luisa corrected "Like giantesses, doesn't have to just be feet."

"Yeah that's what I meant when I said I'd seen it before. There is some overlap."

"True. I've seen some fart stuff pop up in my kink. Not my thing but it's...interesting?"

The two of them sat in somewhat relieved silence, both having told another living being about their fetishes for the first time. This was the kind of feeling that might be similar to coming out as gay, trans, insert life changing revelation here.

"Does anyone know you like giantess crushing?"

Luisa shook her head vigorously. "HELL no. I would die. You?"

"One person, a long time ago, but they didn't get it. And I don't think I told them outright, you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, like they sort of put two and two together?"

"Exactly. But we never vocalized it. Probably for the best."

"Do you think..." Luisa paused, trying to figure out how to phrase her next sentence. "Do you will ever find someone else who likes what you like?" Luisa asked. "I wonder about that all the time...am I going to find a girl who wants to, I don't know. Roleplay? But has to be someone who likes it, not just humoring me, I guess."

Fernanda was silent and looked out at the street in front of them.

"I really don't know. I've never met a woman who liked my thing either. I mean, I am asking a lot here," she said, then leaned to the side and made a fart noise with her mouth, causing both of them to laugh.

"Yeah you're gonna need a ride or die bitch for that," Luisa laughed, wiping away tears of laughter.

"But.." Fernanda continued. "How many people are on this planet?"

Luisa shrugged. "More than 100?"

"Yeah, I think that's correct," Fernanda laughed. "Like....billions. Billions of people. And yeah I know we like weird stuff, but it's...you know...we're not kid fuckers for Christ sakes!"

"No, we certainly are not," Luisa agreed.

"It's harmless...we like what we like. I don't know, I'm rambling here but I have to believe that there is a giantess out there for you, a sniffer for me, a vomit guy for him, a piss girl for her. There HAS to be. Maybe it will take a long time to find them, but that will just make it all the more exciting when you do."

Luisa sat there silently and nodded.

"Yeah. There has to be."

"Until then, we can bitch and moan about how hard it is to each other. Deal?" Fernanda reached out her hand.

Luisa smiled and shook it.

"Deal."