This was going to be a Mother’s Day special one-off spin-off of my other story on here, The Moms’ Cabin - Female Media / Female Stories - BF Forums, but it kinda went off the rails and now I guess it’ll be a multi-part-fart-bonanza.
Contains farts, burps, bloating, and MILFs. Enjoy.
Part 1
On the morning of the fourth day of camp that week, we were preparing for an early morning hike as a group. Like, very early morning. The sun was just peaking over the clouds and the air was filled with the sounds of everyone in the camp yawning. Almost everyone, anyway. Andy was always awake, always ready to lead everyone on the next outdoor adventure. And I was also awake, but for a different reason.
In what was becoming a normal occurrence for me each day, I had been slightly eavesdropping on the group of moms staying at the camp that week. Usually this meant overhearing a one-off, powerful, morning belch from one woman or catching parts of a conversation about how gassy someone had been the night before. This morning, however, there were some different noises coming from the cabin than usual.
I first noticed something was up when Rose came out first, waving her hand behind her ass and laughing, with Cathy following close behind, muttering something under her breath. Lucy, Joni, and Maria appeared a few seconds later, laughing at whatever had just transpired in the cabin. While I hadn’t heard any farting from any of the moms throughout the week, I had a good idea of what had happened and was interested to see how this upcoming hike would play out. I moved over near their group to see what I could hear as Andy explained the activities for the day.
“Well, even if my burps do smell sometimes, it still doesn’t warrant being woken up like that!” Cathy whispered aggressively at Rose.
“Oh don’t even try to pin this on just me! I heard you farting plenty last night after dinner, whatever was up with those beans we all had was way worse than anything I’ve ever experienced. If it wasn’t me, it would have been someone else, you’ve kinda had this one coming and you know it.” Rose was also whispering but had more of a joking tone in her voice.
Cathy responded with a wordless “hmmph” and moved away from the group to stand by another chaperone. The other moms continued their recap.
“Seriously, guys, I’m not sure if I’ve ever had farts that bad before in my life,” Rose said, no longer whispering, as Andy had finished his instructions and the group was beginning to more towards the woods, “at one point, I woke myself up from how loud one of them was!”
“Well, you fell asleep before the real show,” Joni laughed, catching a mean look from Maria as she continued talking. “Lucy and I were both ripping them for a while-“
“Oh, you mean when you both had your asses up in the air shooting farts everywhere? Trust me, I didn’t sleep through that, at all!” Rose interjected, still laughing.
“Yeah, yeah, no, but after that, Maria put us both to shame. I’m pretty sure there was a visible gas cloud in the room by the end of the night.”
Maria was turning red and didn’t say anything. It seemed as if she was the only mom of the group that was completely embarrassed by her own gas. I had to move away from the group to help herd my campers in the right direction towards the woods, but I tried to keep an ear open for any more continued conversation.
Unfortunately, the beginning of the hike was mostly uneventful, other than a rather middle of the road burp from Lucy at one point. After the about half an hour, though, we were out of the dense wooded area and were hiking in a hilly area with single-file, narrow, dirt paths we needed to take. I hung behind, making sure everyone was making it up the steeper paths okay and checking that no one got lost. I ended up right behind Rose and Maria.
While Maria was bigger than the other moms, I wouldn’t have said that she was so out of shape that this hike would be difficult for her or anything, but I could tell she was hanging back towards the end of the group so that she wasn’t holding anyone up, just in case. She was wearing a tiny-bit-too-large hoodie that loosely covered up her belly and shorter sweatpants. Sweatcapris? Are those something? Anyway, even with the looser fitting clothing, her huge ass stuck out towards me as I followed behind her. Rose was only a little ways in front of us, turning around somewhat frequently to help her friend up the steeper parts of the hill. Rose was wearing her normal athletic wear, her UnderArmor shirt clinging tightly to her breasts, keeping them mostly in place as she climbed, but not entirely.
As we were nearing the top of the hill we were planning on stopping at for lunch, we reached one extremely tall step up in the path. We had seen everyone in front of us holding on to a think tree branch hanging down to help them climb up, but it had started to give way through repeated use. As we approached it, I could see Maria become uneasy.
After staring at the tiny cliff for a few seconds, she dejectedly said, “I think I’ll just turn around here and go back. It’ll be easier, I think.”
“No, no!” Rose exclaimed, “We’re basically there! Here, we’ll help, grab on to me.”
Rose extended her arm and Maria reached up to grab her, balancing herself with her other arm against the rocky side of the hill. I didn’t know how to help the situation and didn’t want to grab on to Maria, and just ended up standing awkwardly behind her as she climbed up. As she crested the top of the hill, there was a split second where her gut was pressed against the right angle of the clifftop and I could have sworn I heard the tiniest fart in that moment. I continued to stand off to the side awkwardly, not wanting to make the situation any more difficult for Maria than it already was. It didn’t matter what I did, however, because as both Maria and Rose were standing up again, there was a still pretty inaudible, but definite fart sound that came from the top of the hill.
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I made eye contact with Rose first, and then Maria, and, honestly, I couldn’t even tell who had just farted. They both seemed pretty embarrassed about the situation. I continued to stand there and not say anything for what felt like way too long, until Rose finally said, “Oh, wow, excuse me, that dinner really did a number on me…”
She and Maria both awkwardly laughed it off and started to walk away as I climbed up to join them.
“Hey, trust me, I totally under-” I started to say, but was cut short as some of the rocks of the hill started to give way as I was holding them. Rose and Maria ran back to see what was happening, but the entire cliff edge had started to go. We all tumbled down the hill and landed about twenty feet down, lower than where we had even begun our ascent up the hill, in a narrow pit that extended away from where we had just been walking, away from the camp.
Andy’s head appeared over the cliff’s edge above us. “Wow! What! The fuck! Is everyone okay?!”
“I’m okay!” Rose called, checking on each of us as she stood up. She had landed on top of everyone and seemed mostly unphased by the fall. “We’re all okay! I would like to not be stuck here, though!”
“Yes… yeah, of course!” Andy called back. “Here, let me think…” He disappeared momentarily but was back within just a few seconds and said, “Okay, I have gone through that path before, well, it isn’t really a path, but that ravine wraps around this part of the mountain and goes up through a cave, well it isn’t really a cave either… if you follow the ravine you’re in now up through some rocks and follow the sound of running water, you’ll run into the clearing we meet up in after the next leg of the hike. We can wait for you there, okay?”
I had stood up now. “Yeah, sounds good. I have some of the food we were going to have for lunch, but is there any chance we can get some extra waters thrown down here?”
“Yup, one sec.” Andy ran off again, and came back soon with three bottles of water. “Hey, ready? Heads up!” He tossed the waters down, asked again if we were okay and understood where to go, and headed back to maintain order in the bigger group of campers.
“Well. That was interesting… I do have some food though.” I passed out the waters and trail snacks I had brought, mostly trail mix and fiber one bars, and we sat in silence eating for a few minutes.
Maria broke the silence. “It was me who farted up there. I’m sorry. If I was in better shape we wouldn’t even be in this mess…”
Rose immediately came to comfort her. “Hey, no, that’s not it at all. This happens. And we aren’t hurt. No one is hurt or to blame or anything. We even have a plan to walk around this hill and see some different sights we weren’t even going to see originally. It’s a win-win! Kinda.”
“Yeah, I guess that is why they made us sign that waiver, huh?”
“Yeah, we’re just getting some extra adventuring in today. But we got it, no problem. Farts and all.”
Maria laughed, and started to turn red again. “That’s good, because I’m still gassy from yesterday I think. Or maybe from today even, this camp food is not agreeing with me, I’ll tell you what. I hope you guys don’t mi-IINNDDDuuurrp, oh my goodness, it’s coming from both ends.”
Maria was a bright shade of red now, and Rose was laughing, in a friendly way. “You know I don’t mind, you heard what that food did to me last night! In fact…”
whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap
Rose leaned to one side and released a loud, slapping fart onto the rock she was sitting on. It lasted only a second or two, but was loud enough that both Maria and I were startled by it, jolted to attention in the conversation.
“See!” Rose said, gleefully, resting her entire ass back on the stone seat, “just let it go, it’s fine, really.”
“Okay, well, if you’re sure…”
I couldn’t even comprehend what was happening at first, but Maria was adjusting herself to have the rocky ground she was sitting on pressing against her stomach again, forcing her ass up into the air. The very tip of her buttcrack poked out, pointing at me, overwhelming my brain and catching me off guard for the massive fart that followed.
PPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
At very first, it sounded as if someone was standing in the ravine with us trying to start up a chain saw or a lawn mower or something, to the point where I looked around to see what was making that noise. But it was all Maria’s ass. The massive and powerful, five second ripper of a fart reached a peak volume and steady tone and then just resonated in the small ravine for its duration.
Rose and I both looked on in awe, but Maria, apparently feeling more comfortable now, spoke up and said, “honestly that wasn’t even a good one for me. The ones Joni was freaking out about last night… those were some farts.” She chuckled, and then turned red again.
I wanted nothing more than to encourage the conversation to continue, but my shy nature took over, like usual, and I just laughed off the whole thing. As we finished up our snacks and water, instead, I got us moving up through the ravine to try to meet up with the group again. We hiked along in silence for at least half an hour.
As the slope we were walking up in the ravine started to get steeper and steeper, our pace slowed down considerably. Even if we had been talking previously, we definitely would have had to stop just to catch our breaths as we walked. In the silence, a faint, low rumble began.
urrrrrrrrrrrrghhhrrrroooorrrrppppp
Now it was Rose’s turn to blush.
“I, uh… I think that was my stomach…” she said, sheepishly, looking down and holding her belly. I could see the skin of her gut start to pop out from under her tight athletic shirt. Something in the combination of gaseous foods she had eaten this week was starting the bloating process. Rose bent forward a little bit, both hands still on her stomach, and tried to force out a burp.
Urp… oorp… uurrpph… urp… uurrgpp…
Every burp was miniscule compared to what I had started growing accustomed to this week. She would pause between each one, waiting to see if she had found any relief, but apparently found none.
Uuurrp… rrrrrppp… goooorp… baaarp…
Rose was moving her body around, bending forward and back, massaging her gut, stretching out her stomach, but to no avail. After another minute of this, she turned to look at Maria and I and shrugged, saying, “it’ll work itself out, this isn’t helping…”
Rose was walking ahead of both of us, so both Maria and I saw immediately as Rose took her next step, lifting her foot high up towards her chest to reach the next foothold in the steep ravine path, and then heard, immediately following, the massive, aggressive sounding fart that was forced out of her ass as her knee pushed into her bloated chest.
BLAAAAAAAAPPPPT
The fart was so loud and the three of us so quiet that the echo through the trees around us seemed to last forever. After a few more seconds, Rose fell to the ground, laughing.
“Holy SHIT, that felt so fucking good, wow, I feel like I just lost ten pounds!” Rose continued laughing, her entire body shaking as she lowered slowly all the way to the ground, “I felt like I could have taken flight with that one. But… I still feel like I could…” and as she leaned to one side, Rose let rip another powerful, albeit, more muffled blast.
Pppppbbbbbbbbbbtttttttttttttttttpbtttpbtttpbttttttt
Her face was one of total concentration as she tried to force out as much gas as she possibly could, this fart going on significantly longer than the last. As the last of the gas puttered out, she moaned another huge sigh of relief and stood back up.
“Oh, wow, that smells so bad, I’m so sorry… here let’s keep moving away from here and I’ll go in the back, how about that?” Rose offered, turning slightly red again.
Maria was obviously still feeling shy in this situation and just nodded, and I laughed off the incident and took up the lead. We made it only four steps up the side of the ravine before another huge fart interrupted us.
“Oh, fuck, what is happening to me?!” Rose exclaimed, half laughing, half actually annoyed at the situation. “I’ve never had anything like this happen in my life. I am so sorry, you guys, I really am… this is so embarrassing. Just keep going.”
So we did.
And with each step, another sharp, short fart shot out of Rose. They were so rhythmically tied to our hiking that almost became like a loud, aggressive (and, for me and me alone, sexual) drum beat to time our footsteps. Even after a full minute of walking like this, after every blast of gas, Rose would let out another sigh of relief. I started to worry that she was having a bad reaction with the snacks I had provided her, specifically, although taking a mental note for later about their effectiveness.
As we reached a bit of a plateau I stopped and turned to make sure Rose and Maria were still behind me; Rose’s farts had started to become more spread out the longer we had climbed. When I looked back, I saw Rose had lowered her athletic shorts somewhat to let her now very full and bulging stomach hang over and get maybe some relief, I hoped, for her sake.
“Are you ok? I’m sorry, this must just be miserable for hiking, but I also don’t really know what to do…” I said, hesitantly to Rose.
“Yeah, it is definitely uncomfortable, don’t get me wrong. Ugggghhh, I just wish I could get it all out or something, just get it over with.”
“I’m worried those bars I brought along might have been too much for you, I know they have some wild ingredients.”
“Yeeeaah, I definitely should have looked closer, I was really hungry though. Plus, I figured, we’re out in the woods, yeah? It doesn’t matter if I-”
Rose leaned forward into a sort of tabletop position and let loose another powerful fart, leaning her upper body more and more downwards to help facilitate the process.
PPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
This was the longest and loudest of her farts so far, and maintained its volume throughout the whole six seconds it lasted. Rose slumped downwards even more. It took everything in me not to just stare at her raised ass, although I noticed Maria looking the same direction.
We all shared another moment of awkward silence.
“Um…” I started, “are you okay? Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do to help?”
“Actually,” Rose said, a playful glint in her eye, “there is. Can one of you come pull my finger?”
