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Warning: the following contains heavy FART FETISH content. If you are disgusted by the mere concept of such a thing, don't bother reading. It'll only make you want to wash your eye-holes. You've been warned, amigo.

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Things had gotten pretty stale around the house for Hinata since the last Five Kage Summit. Of course she had the kids to keep her busy these days; the entertainment they provided daily was more than enough enrichment for her blood. However she couldn't lie to herself, she did miss the thrill of adventure only a fresh mission could provide. With things peaceful around Konoha for the time being there was a big fat chance of that ever happening anytime soon. Scouting various lands wasn't as fun as it used to be for her. She guessed it came with age?

Her husband was off running the village; they didn't see much of each other. In fact it'd been months since his last visit home. He'd been on an important assignment. A few days back she heard he was in town from her old friends, shut away in his office. Every day since then she'd been sending her love to him through lunches packed full of his favorite foods. She wouldn't complain. Instead she supported him as best she could. Her patience paid off. Things cleared up enough for him to come home this evening. In preparation, Hinata had been cleaning and dusting and scrubbing the entire place from top to bottom repeatedly since this morning. It helped to work out her anxious, mood swinging, antsy nerves. She was so excited! And admittedly nervous. Her children were all out; cleaning something was all she had to do.

That and pig out on a bunch of greasy, salty snacks during her cleaning breaks. She stood in a corner of her spacious living room, in front of an open glass case containing all of her most expensive China, among other various dinnerware. Behind her on the table, lay several at least two dozen crumpled bags a variety of flavors; they were stacks of finished senbei. Joining that was half a dozen emptied, plastic packs of whole bean pods dried out and lightly salted to become the perfect little snack. In addition to eight barren bowls of what once was dry roasted peas piled higher pure sugar in a cup.

She wore a frilly, long sleeved white button button up with a lavender dress over the shirt that dropped to her meaty thighs. Her upper body attire fit quite nicely on her motherly figure. Hugging her hips and flaunting her generous bust. She always contained a fit and well proportioned frame. Only now, thanks to slight effects of childbirth, certain assets were noticeably plumper and rounder. Especially her ass—to Hinata her butt was big as big as a freaking whole ham.

She felt that way because it was getting a bit difficult for her to get into most of her bottoms these days. She knew her husband absolutely adored her from head to toe but she couldn't help feeling very sensitive about the size of her ass anyway. Today her meaty backside was encased in a set of pocketless navy blue pants. The material of her fabrics was pretty thick but damn near resembled leggings on her curvy lower half. Wasn't exactly helping her case.

In her hands, she quietly wiped down a sparkling plate with a dry cloth. Beside her on the table sat several more stacks. Which she cleaned about six times already. She had to keep herself busy! Or she wouldn't know what to do with herself until Naruto arrived... her face going a hot shade of scarlet, she fought back a lovesick smile. She could clearly recall her younger days; whenever she thought about or came face to face with her lover she'd freeze up like a deer caught in a truck's headlights. Then she would start to tremble worse than an adorable bunny in front of a hunter's gun. Goodness, the memories...

She shook her head to rid herself of thoughts belonging to the past. She had work to do! Back to it. She set her gleaming plate down at the bottom of the pile then pulled a fresh one off the top and started to clean it for the umpteenth time.

Normally she only broke out the fine dishes when her side of the family visited on special occasions. However this day was just as important to her as those moments. Naruto was coming home! Her embarrassed yet extremely cute smile morphed into one of pure joy as she worked, staring at her porcelain collection.

The unexpected sound of a hippo grunting audibly filled her living room. Causing her body to vibrate slightly as the air and grease from the consumed treats in her toned tummy bubbled and popped. Felt like a fireworks celebration happening in her lower midsection.

"Oh..." Hinata let out a soft moan of distress; pausing her current chore to grimace and place a free hand on her stomach upon feeling several pangs of cramps lock up her bowels.

The cramps continued, accompanied by a stabbing pain churning its way through her insides, making her groan further. Hand still on her tummy she took a step forward to the edge of her table, clumsily setting the spotless plate next to her.

Shutting her eyes she grunted, pursing her lips.

PPPPPPUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUBBBbbbbbuuuullluuubbblllpbpbpprrrpprprbrprbrprbtttt!!

To Hinata's surprise the fart that parted her jiggly buttcheeks began with a growl similar to some great big cat, reverberating through the room and making her big ass vibrate quite harshly. Seventeen seconds in, the strong, rolling roar of her gas dropped down in pitch to a bubbling rumble that carried on for another ten seconds or so.

Bbbbrrrrrrbbbrrrrrrrbbbrrrrrrrrrbbrrrruuuuuptptptptptptpttt!! Pmmmppt!

Her cheeks going red as small potato once again, Hinata exhaled noisily, finally able to straighten herself. She wasn't expecting such rippers to blast from her buns the way those farts just did... she really needed to lay off the rice crackers...

She reached her hands back; each set of fingers cupping her plump buttocks. Heat flushed across her face once she felt the large hot-spot seared into the seat of her pants by her gassy outburst. Heavens!

If that wasn't bad enough, the stink of a pig barn assaulted her nose, forcing Hinata to let loose a cough; using a hand to fan her fat rump in order help the stench dissipate faster.

Again, she felt her stomach let loose another grumble. Fat chance of that smell completely disappearing. She doubted her few bursts of flatulence was the end.

Ppppiiiiiirrrrrooooooobbbbbbbbbppppp!!

The sound of a trombone rang out through her home, followed by a soft sigh.

"Goodness!" She began fanning the sour scent from her face.

Since she was by herself, Hinata was comfortable letting loose. On numerous occasions she ripped ass around her kids and even shared a laugh with them. They knew her as a windbag and it was fine. Hinata was relieved that they were fine with it. She got horribly gassy quite frequently, and the times where she had control of her farts were few and far between. It was a miracle she'd managed to avoid her husband witnessing her thunderous ass blasts. Naruto was a different matter, having not seen him in a while...

Walking back to her glass shelf, reached for a set of clean dishes in the middle of the table, bending over the wooden slab's edge to grab them; her breasts dangled and bounced over her cleaning cloth.

Ffffffrrrrruuuuuuffrrrrrruuuuupppptptptptpttt!!!

She moaned upon feeling a really hot fart rumble from her buns. She hoped her little gassy run would be over before Naruto arrived home.

A bead of sweat rolled down the Nanadaime Hokage's tanned cheek as he signed his last paper of the day. Finally.

Naruto loved many things about being Hokage. He loved getting the recognition he had always wanted. He loved being a role model to every young ninja in the village. And most of all, he loved being able to protect his loved ones.

Things he did not love about being Hokage? Well, there was paperwork of course and those long treks out of the village to promote peace between countries. Like the one he'd just come from recently. But the main thing was that he hardly ever got quality time with his family.

As the leader of Konoha, Naruto had quickly come to realize that he wouldn't have nearly as much time to wrestle with Boruto, or dote on Himawari, or...ah, please his wife. It had been hard for all of them, but for Naruto it had been especially difficult.

Throughout his whole life he had been alone, and now that he had a family of his own he could hardly ever spend time with them to show them how important they were! Of course, Hinata understood that it was unavoidable, but the kids...

Naruto sighed, standing up from his chair. At least today he would get time with Hinata. It was not in the Hyuuga's nature to complain or voice her troubles, but Naruto knew Hinata better than anybody, and prided himself in that fact. Boruto and Himawari had friends to play with, as well as Hinata herself. But when the kids were gone and Hinata was alone?

She had nobody but herself. Naruto was determined to cure that loneliness, at least for a day. He purposefully walked down the Hokage Tower's staircase, giving a wave to Moegi as he passed.

Villagers greeted him on the streets and as much as Naruto would've liked to chat, he had bigger things on his mind. So with a very Hokage-like smile and wave, he walked ever faster, and soon came within sight of the beautiful home he shared with Hinata.

Walking up the concrete steps that lead to it, he reached his hand for the knob. Finally!

Naruto thrust open the door triumphantly. "Hinata, I'm ho- whoa!"

Naruto was a ninja, and he had been through some rough situations. More relevantly, some very smelly situations, where perhaps he'd have to lie in a mud puddle for hours in order to maintain cover. But the stench that assaulted his nostrils when he swung that door open were unlike anything he'd ever been hit with in his life; holy hell, it was like burning flesh in here!

Immediately he became concerned for his wife's safety. Was there a gas leak!?

"Hinata!" Naruto called urgently, trying to ignore the smell.

The sudden call of her husband's voice entering their home made the white eyed princess' heart skip. If she used her Byakugan, she would have been able to detect him before he even entered the entire building, however she wasn't expecting him until much, much later. At least that's what the letter said! He came so early...

She'd been blowing major booty for the past twenty minutes, so she imagined the place to be more than a little funky. No, no, no! He was here already!

Naruto was here and she hadn't used any sort of air fresher yet! Which means he was walking right into her... her...

"N-Naruto!" She called out flustered, quickly preparing to set her plate down and dash to closest room to find some aroma enhancers. "Wait right there! I'll be with you in a second!"

But just like Naruto, he charged into the living room where he discovered his startled wife. Before she could get a good foot across the room. Her mouth was open in a cute 'o' shape, and her cheeks were red as apples. But that was irrelevant to Naruto now.

"Hinata, are you okay? I came in and there was this terrible stench...ugh, it's even worse over here!" He grabbed her shoulders, inspecting her face.

She hesitated, unsure of which to address first. His concern for her well being, or admit the fact that the horrible odor in their home originated from her smelly elephant butt. Her eyes darted from side to side nervously as she felt more gas bubbles brewing in her. This was terrible... she had to hold it!

The pale lady settled for the former, since she wasn't necessarily comfortable with her... emissions around him just yet. She'd have to say SOMETHING to him though. She hated to lie to her beloved. Lying kills marriages! It's a fact.

She couldn't stop a warm smile from spreading across her delicate lips as her white eyes gazed into his concerned blue irises. How she missed his touch.

She placed her own hands on top of his, then started to rub them in slow, soothing motions. "I'm fine," She giggled, squeezing his fingers lovingly before planting a wet, quick smooch on his lips.

"I CAN take care of myself and our kids, mister Seventh." She went on before blushing once more, looking down to avoid his eyes when her stomach churned and tightened from another gas-cramp. Forcing more pressure to uncomfortably press against her anus.

"Can you please not worry about the smell? It's nothing dangerous, but..." She trailed off sheepishly.

"You're sure it's fine?" Naruto leaned down to his short wife and cupped her cheek.

"Mm," She nodded and stared at her handsome knight, her smile growing bigger until the upper row of her teeth were evident.

"Well, as long as you're alright." He smirked and his hands drifted down to her enormous rear end, where they grabbed large chunks of supple booty-flesh, kneading them like fat globs of dough.

"A-ah!" Hinata jumped at his sudden actions, like a cuddly pup or kitten when picked up by its owner. "N-Naruto..." She moaned softly in her light tone, maintaining her burning blush in her cheeks.

"Heh, I missed you, Hina-hime. And also one specific part of you..."

He hugged her close to his chest, mashing her large breasts against him. He squeezed her butt even harder. "I'm looking forward to making up for lost time..."

Hinata could do nothing but squeal in his arms; his hug was adding even more pressure on her midsection. Enough to force a hot and airy, less than audible stream of flatus to pour out of her ass like steam from a kettle.

Ffffffffffiiiiiiiiiiiiiiivvvvvvvvviiiiiiiiiiiiiisssssssssssssshhhhhhhhiiiivvvvvvvvviiiiiisssss—

Hinata went as rigid as a statue upon feeling her big booty part open even further in Naruto's hands (he was already practically pulling them apart to cop a better feel) to allow the steamy intestinal gust to pass, causing thirteen seconds worth of rancid heat to once more soak the fabric of pants covering her buns.

A warm, ongoing breeze that she was sure Naruto could feel passing right through his own fingers; much to her embarrassment.

Naruto started as he felt the warm, moist sensation of a strong wind passing from his wife's big butt; it was unmistakable. She had farted.

Right in his hands.

It was an unbelievable sensation. Her mammoth ass parted right in his hands, before spewing a hot, toxic wind that made his hands sweat just from coming into contact with it. He could feel her meaty butt undulating slightly just from that silent fart!

—sssSSSSSSSSSSsssspppppppppuuuuuuuuuuuurrrriiiiiiiffffffffffffffffffiiiiiiiiiiiissssssSSSSSssssssspppooorrbbbtt!

Euphoria overtook her and she relaxed, letting out a gentle groan of relief as her silent overflow finally came to a low sputtering end after a dozen or so more seconds, similar to a toddler blowing a raspberry.

To him, it was an incredibly surprising thing for a woman like Hinata to blow from her ass; bubbly, like she was pooting into a thick puddle of mud. And the smell! Utterly ghastly. Like something scorched, along with boiled veggies. It was actually strengthening the ill scent already in the room... he suddenly became aware of the 'gas leak' he had stumbled upon earlier as his wife's bad gas.

Hinata knew she completely blew it. While her nasty pungence wafted between the two of them, in an effort to keep her husband from saying anything about the stink she just created, she wrapped her arms around his neck, tilted her head and pushed her lips into his; a passionate and ravenous kiss that almost seem to suggest to her man that she wanted him right there and then!

...which wasn't necessarily far from the truth.

Truthfully, Naruto had been trying to get Hinata to fart around him for years.

There weren't just noble intentions behind his actions; Naruto could definitely say he wanted his dear wife to be comfortable, but there was actually another prominent reason he wanted to witness his big-butted lover cutting the cheese...

He liked it.

Naruto had always had this strange obsession with women farting; he supposed it started when somebody had farted explosively in class back in the academy and the other students blamed Sakura-chan (he hadn't noticed an intensely blushing, mortified Hinata who had probably eaten too much for dinner the night before).

Whatever the case was, Naruto was into farts, so naturally he was interested in his wife farting. Except...she never did! Naruto supposed he wasn't surprised someone as shy and ladylike as Hinata would be reluctant to break wind, but come ON, he had gone to the moon to save her!

He had prepared several gassy meals for her, but she always seemed to slip away to release her emissions. He knew she was doing it, too; he could smell a faint horrid scent clinging to her backside occasionally after meals...little did she know, it drove him wild. But he could never catch her doing it!

Naturally, Hinata's fart had gotten him more excited than he'd ever been.

After several seconds of a passionate makeout, he drew away with a gasp. After he had caught his breath, he met Hinata's gaze with a lustful spark in his eye.

"Hinata...you just ripped a huge fart, didn't you? Don't try to hide it..."

Turning a deep shade of scarlet Hinata blinked and stepped away from her husband, clasping her hands over her bosom and stuttering over her words as she did in her teenage years. She couldn't help it!

"I-I'm sorry! I w-was just REALLY happy y-you were coming home... And I was hungry s-so I h-had a lot of snacks and I s-started cleaning up, and... and I'm so, so—"

"—gassy," Naruto finished for her with a smirk.

Hinata arched an eyebrow. Was he making fun of her? The situation at hand was gravely horrifying for her and here he was being a fool!

His grin faltered quickly at her expression. More than that, how would Hinata even react to him liking her gas? Would she think he was a freak?

Naruto frowned. Well, she hadn't judged him after learning about Kurama being sealed inside him...the fetish probably wouldn't be a big deal. Still, she was so cute when she was embarrassed! Maybe he'd hide it for now.

Naruto approached his wife and scooped her up in his arms, sitting in a chair. Her thick ass rested on his thigh, and Naruto began to slowly but firmly massage his wife's stomach.

"Hinata..." he said gently, "You don't have to be shy about farting in front of your husband, with whom you've even had kids with."

There, he had basically given his sexy wife permission to let everything fly from that big booty of hers.

Her cheeks still red, Hinata opened her mouth to speak when her tummy bubbled pretty fiercely once again, feeling close to holding a boiling pot of rice; both she and Naruto traded glances while the sensation of her gasses coursed through them, thanks to his efforts to soothe her toned boilermaker.

"You're a good husband... t-thank you," She began, resting her arm closest to him on his shoulder. She really did appreciate how thoughtful he was, but she remained hesitant. She leaned forward to put a loving kiss one side of his face. He continued to rub her midsection and she trembled; cramps gripping her because more farts were brewing. Would he be able to handle them?

"Naruto... if you keep massaging me..." She bit her lip, as a heavy load of flatus was gathering at her back entrance.

"I-it's going to stinnnnnkkk," She moaned, grabbing his hand to stop him at last, looking at him. "You have s-such nice clothes, I-I wouldn't want to soil them with my... m-my..." She trailed off cutely once more. Any excuse to stop the situation from spiraling. Even so, hot noxious gas was already lightly pooting out of her anus, heralding the inevitable arrival of bigger farts.

Naruto sure was glad that he had chosen to rest Hinata's explosive booty on his thigh rather than between his legs, because he was sure he was sporting the mother of all tents right then in his pants. Hinata talking about how bad her farts were was an incredible turn on.

"H-heh...you know I have a dozen of these orange shirts, right?" Naruto grinned, taking Hinata's protesting hands and resting them at her sides, increasing the pace of which he rubbed her gurgling tummy.

"I don't mind my wife's smelly farts as long as she feels better after letting them rip," he murmured into her ear.

'Far from it...' he thought to himself, preparing for a true gas attack from his gorgeous wife.

Hinata pouted adorably at him however she was unable to hold on any longer. She leaned away from him, so that her clothed rump faced him when she slightly lifted a cheek off his leg. She shut her eyes and grunted lightly.

vvvvvvrrrrrrRRRRRRrrrrrrrrraaaaaAAAAOOOOoooooppppuuuurrrrrrmmmmbbbllppuupprrrrrRRRRRTTTT!

vvvvviiiiiiiimmmMMMMMMMmmmbbbbbrrrrrbbbbrrrrrrttt!

ppppeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepppppppuuuuuuuurrrrooobblliifffmmmbbppbbrrbbpprrbbrrpp!!!

A triple shot of humming, buzzing farts all resembling a working paper shredder grumbled out of Hinata's booty. A little muffled by most of her backside pressed against her lover, each of her bombs ranged somewhere between fifteen and twenty two seconds; her rippers powerfully vibrated against Naruto's legs, dousing him in more humid heat.

For Naruto, Hinata had been nearly irresistible when she farted like that. It was one thing imagining her letting rip when he wasn't around, but seeing her big, jiggly buttocks blow massive gusts of smelly wind out was nearly too much for him to take. It didn't help that her ass had been pressed up against him for the majority of her eruption. He could feel each jiggle of her booty, every tremor and vibration that she released. It was like a high-powered massage chair; hell, he was the one supposed to be giving Hinata a massage right now!

Her butt tremors ran down the legs of the chair he was seated on and shook the floors. But Hinata had the most blissful smile on her face once the last of her farts came to a guttural swampy finish.

She practically melted onto her husband; sighing audibly then leaning his way to lay her head atop his own, hugging him. All she did was exhale into his ear. Even so, her relief was more than obvious. They really felt good to get out!

What was also incredible was how long and smelly her emissions were. Naruto had pegged Hinata for a woman who would only be capable of letting of airy poots every now and then, no matter how much he tried to get her to blast. This, however, surpassed his expectations in every way. Hinata had the worst gas of any woman he'd encountered! That such a gassy woman was his wife was a pleasant realization, indeed. Now, he just had to get her acquainted with just how much he liked her gas…

Hell, judging by how much he assumed she liked letting loose on his lap, no matter how much she'd deny it, maybe she even enjoyed farting on him…

Seconds later she became aware of her own stench invading her nostrils and Hinata went wide-eyed, sitting up. She smacked a hand over her nose.

"Oh N-Naruto I'm sorry!" She fanned the musty air around her, going completely red in the face yet again. "You shouldn't have given me that stomach rub!"

Naruto found it even sexier how, although she seemed mortified by her gassy outbursts after she'd let them rip, she seemed to take utmost pleasure in releasing them. The thought that his wife found the act of blowing ass pleasurable was something that he would definitely file away for future reference.

Naruto chuckled a bit nervously. "Heh heh, well, I think your response to it proves that you shouldn't have let it ferment inside you much longer. Whoo!" He exclaimed, in reference for the thick fog of butt fumes that surrounded them.

Getting a mischievous idea, he turned his wife over in his lap so her fuming, mountainous booty was facing up.

“Oh!” Hinata yelped with surprise, abruptly feeling her world flip all around her.

Grabbing large handfuls of fat from her butt, he craned his neck down to discreetly sniff the lingering fumes, spreading her asscheeks slightly. He pretended to inspect her butt, too horny to think straight.

“W-what are you doing? Naruto… this isn’t funny!” She protested, struggling just a bit. This wasn’t very comfortable...

"Hmm, Hinata, maybe your farts are so big because your ass is also pretty big..." He grinned, 'accidentally’ pressing down on her stomach again, making sure his face was extra close to her butt.

“Don’t—ummh!” His wife started to yell until half of a grunt escaped her lips due to the extra pressure applied to her lovely figure and that in turn forced out another burst of gas, to her horror.

PLIBBPP—PppllaaaapppbliplabiplapiblipblippiblaplipiblapbipiblipPPPTTT!!

A sharp and sloppy clapping fart resembling the applause of fourth graders rang out across the living room for sixteen seconds filling Naruto’s ears, blowing his blonde locks back and plugging his nose with a strong breeze of foul, eggy flatulence.

Naruto, as much as he had been looking forward to this fart, couldn't help but gag in the face of such vile-smelling gas. Still, he sniffed it eagerly as it blew powerfully right in his face, the loudness of the fart covering the noise of his inhalations.

He squeezed Hinata's big butt ever harder as the fart roared on, causing the succulent flesh to seep through his fingers. His eyes began to water, but Naruto thought he had never experienced anything better.

Once it was finally over, Naruto chuckled into his wife's ear. "Wow, Hinata, that was pretty huge. I never would have thought you could fart like this."

Instead of responding to his latest comment, Hinata quickly scrambled off of him and rose back to her feet, pulling down her top, frowning at her husband. The big idiot! He didn’t know anything at all! That was NOT the way she wanted to be treated. Naruto only stared at her in surprise, eyes wide.

“Jerk!” Hinata hollered, bopping a fist hard on top of his head ("Ow!"). “I told you not to do that!”

With that, she tooted her nose into the air with an audible “HMPH!” and stormed off into the kitchen to prepare dinner, her silky hair swaying from side to side down her back as she did. Leaving Naruto to sit in the choking mist of her of farts. If it wasn’t for the kids coming home in a few hours, she wouldn’t be cooking the thick-headed lummox a thing! Maybe that would teach him.

Naruto rubbed the spot where Hinata had smacked his head with a sigh. His lovely wife was usually so kind and sweet that he sometimes forgot what she was like when pushed.

"Ah, I messed up," the Hokage grumbled. "I should've taken the farting thing slower... I'll have to tell her the truth and apologize."

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Distinct tapping sounds echoed from the kitchen as Hinata’s knife repeatedly chopped onto a the sturdy surface of a wooden board while she sliced green onions and various veggies to bits. She stood in the middle of her cooking room at an island; running water from the faucet behind her slowly filled a very large pot sitting in the sink.

Despite her fingers skillfully maneuvering her small blade through the greenery, Her mind was elsewhere. Perhaps she’d been too hard on her husband. After all it’s been close to three months since they had any real time to themselves. So she could understand that Naruto may have been a little... starved for intimacy. All that was holy knows she’d been craving him like crazy.

She frowned once more. He still should have more tact! Even in those matters! This wasn’t their first rodeo. And although she loved the fact that the two of them went at it in the bedroom like it was their first night just being wed, she expected better from him. At least be gentle!

Her midsection let off another primal growl, making her wince and pause in her chopping as her indigestion continued to storm in her bowels. Her frequent farting didn’t help the the situation. But again, it couldn’t be helped.

Looking up for the first time in ten minutes, she leaned to the closest edge of the island near her and glanced ahead across the room into the living quarters. Trying to see if her bull-headed husband was there. When she didn’t spot him sitting at the dining table in the family area, she figured he’d gone off to the bedroom, allowing her to be able to get away with firing off a few more farts.

She resumed cutting the vegetables, tilting her body forward somewhat and sticking out her sexy bum, the material of her pants straining against her wide rump.

FfffrrraaaAAAAaaaAAAAaabbrruuUUUUuurrruruRURURURURURRUururuuppttt!

BLBLBBLBLBBlbbbbbllllllllllrrrrrrroorororoOOOROROROROROOooobbbbppp!

Her cheeks flexed and her ass let loose a pair of bombs that thundered throughout the kitchen. Two lengthy booty-clapping farts that resembled the noisy hum of working pistons in a dump truck, causing her to smile with relief as her emissions blared from her undulating buns, ruffling the ends of her top.

Naruto plodded closer to the kitchen, before the sounds of explosive flatulence greeted his ears, followed swiftly by the volatile stench of Hinata's gas.

rrrrrRRRRRAAAAUUUUuuuuuuuubplbplbbplbpblpbllbpblbiiiippppttttt!

PPRRRRRRRIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!!!

He was unable to help himself from taking a deep sniff of the fresh productions, the scent watering his eyes slightly. Oh man, they were ripe. It caused Naruto to have difficulty focusing on his mission when she was ripping ass like some sort of farm animal...

She took a quick inhale, unaware of his presence and mustering through the sour stench, furrowing her brows and pushing once more.

bbrrrip! brriiimmmpptt! broomptt! ppuuurrrpippt! purrt! plliibliibblioorrtt!

A small series of succinct but potent farts rang out into the room next, akin to one attempting to start up an old failing car. The kitchen filled with the sound and smell of a cacophony of flatulence.

frrrtt-rrrrtt-rrrrrmmmmppp! vvvrrpppitititittititrrrahhhaaauurrt! frrrrtt-rrrrrtt-rrrrttt… pppllimmmrrrr… brrrtttt!

She exhaled blissfully.

Naruto knew in his heart Hinata came first, no exceptions. Edging closer to the kitchen from the opposite entrance, he poked his head cautiously in the door frame to the kitchen first, and was greeted with the mouth-watering sight of Hinata sticking out her delicious posterior and letting one rip. Seeing her meaty cheeks jiggle caused another flare of lust to well up inside him, but Naruto would not be deterred.

He approached his gassy wife and slowly, tenderly hugged her. Unfortunately, his arousal was pressing rather noticeably into her big booty, but that was something Naruto couldn't help.

Hinata's voluptuous figure jerked with surprise as she felt her husband's touch. She'd been so engrossed in relieving herself, she didn't hear him come in! W-what about the smell? She hesitated. Torn between her embarrassment, wanting to embrace his hug by grabbing his arms while resting the back of her head onto his chest and clenching the handle of her knife to beat him.

Rather than do either, she remained still in his arms, her eyebrows shooting up upon feeling his erection throb into her asscrack.

"Hinata..." He whispered into her ear as she stiffened against him, "I'm sorry about the way I acted earlier. I...have something to tell you."

"I want to apologize too. I know, it's been awhile since we've had some alone time," She began, staring down at her cutting board. "But..."

She looked up, preparing to turn herself around to face her husband, until an embarrassing stomach groan caused her to freeze in her tracks. The tremors of gas bubbles in her weren't so strong as the previous times, however, the noise her guts emitted practically wailed across the cooking room, despite the faucet water running. She knew Naruto had heard. Why did her humiliating case of the farts have to strike NOW, of all times?

Naruto tried not to get excited at Hinata's obvious urge to pass gas; maybe if she accepted the way he felt then they could really get something going, but as of now he needed to get it off his chest in the first place.

"Look, Hinata. You're not a piece of meat for me to consume, and I know that. I'm sorry if what I did made you think differently. But there's a reason I was...rougher with you than usual."

His wife set her knife down and placed her hands on top of his for the second time then lowered her noggin; an indication she was indeed listening. Naruto heaved a sigh and continued, his hands massaging slow circles in her stomach. Making her midsection rumble softly, more pungent farts begging to be released.

"For a long time now...growing up...I don't even know how to put this," the Hokage rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. "Well...Hinata, the thing is...I have a fetish for farts. I don't know what stemmed my interest in them, but the point is that when a woman farts it turns me on like nothing else."

Hinata blinked, but continued to stay close to him.

He rested his head in the crook of her shoulder, unable to gauge her reaction, but detecting no blatant disgust. So he plowed on.

"That means, Hinata, that your farts are even more of a turn on. I've been trying to get you to be comfortable farting around me for...a while now. But you never seemed to do it. That's why I reacted the way I did when you accidentally let one out when I got back."

The corners of her mouth twitched. Was that really the reason behind his rather forceful actions?

He lifted his head, his eyes staring pleadingly into the back of his wife's head. He was acutely aware of how his member seemed to fit right between her mammoth asscheeks, and the pleasure it brought.

"I understand if you're upset. You're the person I know best. I had...no business hiding it from you. And you have no obligation to continue. I just...thought you should know."

"Naruto, you... jerk..." Hinata mumbled once more, unable to stop a very grateful smile from spreading along her lips. Although he couldn't see it.

Her hands still in top of his, she squeezed them before bending toward the surface of the island yet again. This time clenching her asscheeks hard, gripping the length of her husband's trouser snake and holding his privates firmly in place.

BBBBBBBRRROOOOHHHOOOOOMMMMMBBBUUUULLLLLL!!!

An intense wave of heat seeped straight through Naruto's pants, burning his crotch somewhat as his wife pushed out a booming yet muffled butt bellow that violently shook his lap, making his body vibrate in the process. The dull sound of some engine thundered through the kitchen; albeit with her butt pressed onto him.

Naruto's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. The sensation was so incredible he almost was unable to comprehend what was happening.

But no, it was undeniable. Hinata had just let out a massive blast, right on his erection. Immediately after he had confessed his fetish.

Naruto couldn't help a relieved grin from stretching his face, even as he took hold of his wife's meaty booty pillows and squeezed them just the way he knew Hinata liked. And her fart was still raging on! It was hard to concentrate.

Hinata found a little difficulty keeping her ass pillows tightly wrapped around her lover's arousal, due to her quivering anus, unleashing the rumbling power of her fart. So she bent her knees somewhat and dragged her booty downward against him, allowing her forceful ripper to effectively karate chop its way down his length. In total, it was twenty-four seconds of furious rectal wind from his wife.

He ground his straining privates against her asscheeks, her big rump holding tight. Hinata had given him assjobs before, but nothing compared to this, with her letting loose right on him.

Once the fart ended, Naruto nearly fell forward with a gasp. "Hah," he panted in Hinata's ear. "I take it that means you're okay with...spicing up our activities?"

He tugged gently on the her pants, asking permission to tug them down.

"I'm still mad at you for that," Hinata began breathless herself, leaning her head back to lay one of his shoulders; continuing to arch her back and press her booty against her husband. Seductively gyrating her hips in complete circles, grinding her ass on his throbbing genitals.

"But I need this so much right now..." Hinata grunted, pushing out another pair of hot and powerful, twenty second plus trombone farts onto his crotch, rattling his frame once more.

PPPPPPIIIIIRRRRRROOOOOHHHHHMMMPPHHHTT!!

BBBBBIIIIIIIRRRRAAAAAMMMMMPPPPPHHHTTTTT!!

The farts pounded into him mercilessly, and Naruto growled slightly at the stimulation.

"Don't make me beg!" His wife managed to say in a sexy groan.

If she kept this up, he might not last long...better give her what she wants first, then. He removed his member from her rump, causing her to whine. Naruto smirked, living a searing kiss on her neck.

"If you're still mad, it looks like I've got a lot to make up for."

Glancing behind a shoulder, Hinata grinned sexily, chuckling in a sassy tone. Taking on the mature, alluring edge she knew won his heart in the bedroom. "You certainly do... please me here and..." She blushed. "I... I might just fart some more."

With that, he got on his knees, bringing his face level with Hinata's fuming booty. He gripped the waistband of her pants, as well as her panties, and slowly, agonizingly drew them down until his wife's enormous ass was bared before him in all its glory.

His wife shut her eyes and shivered; a chill ran through her body upon exposing her privates to chilled air in the kitchen. Joining that was stronger burst of stink invading their sinuses, having released the remains of her flatulence once previously trapped within her underwear and pants. Much to her embarrassment—she could smell her butt funk as well.

Naruto didn't mind, and found it hard to keep himself from drooling. Her creamy buttocks looked especially full and supple today...had she been pigging out recently? Whatever it was, he certainly wasn't going to complain.

The Hokage palmed her ass reverently, gripping large chunks of fat in his hands. Hinata bit her lip in her ecstasy and raised her head slightly, enjoying her lover's excited fingers. He wasn't rough in his touch, remembering how she had reacted before, but there was a definite eagerness in the way he groped and massaged Hinata's jiggling butt.

She giggled, letting loose tiny, cute cooing to encourage him, a tiny poot leaving her anus and smacking him right in the face. He sniffed lightly, not minding how the small fart burned his nostrils.

He knew she loved to be touched there, and was hoping to loosen her gassy ass up a bit.

Although her tummy bubbled ravenously and her cheeks were hotter than a freshly baked pan containing some kind of dessert, the white eyed princess maintained an overjoyed smile. She wanted him to pleasure her a little more however, caressing her ass was good start. She decided to reward his actions.

Naruto took a deep inhale of the horrid, lingering fumes that Hinata's stripping released, as well as her toot. Oh, man, that was almost as strong as her fresh farts...huh?

He barely had time to finish his thought. Without warning, and without thinking, she moved on overwhelming lust. Abruptly walking backward, backing up her bubble butt closer to her man's noggin until Naruto's face was completely wedged between her rank, nude, sweaty buns.

Naruto let out a small cry of surprise, before he realized what was happening and fully embraced it. Literally. His arms wrapped around Hinata's stomach and gave it a firm hug. He could feel his nose pressing slightly against a cute little bump that could've only been Hinata's asshole.

His nose and lips were utterly buried in the folds of her juicy backside, with nothing but humid pockets of her previous farts stuck in her crack. Assaulting his nostrils as the nasty bubbles of her leftover emissions popped against him.

Hinata wigged her booty from side to side, smearing her stink across his forehead. Then, she let him have it.

PPprrrrraaaaaffffuuuuuuUUUUUuuuuurrrRRRRRiiiiibbbiiitt!!

BbbbuuurrrooOOOOOoommMMMMMmmbbbuuuurrrtt!

Her lovely naked bottom parted a bit, issuing her lover a double shot of prolonged, humming bursts sounding similar close to the soft droning of an old desktop computer.

Naruto had fantasized about this for ages, but the experience itself was much better...and much stinkier than he could have ever imagined.

VvvvviiirrrrrooOOOOOoohhhhmmmmmppppprt!!

FffffffrrrrrrRRRRrrrmmMMMMMmmaaAAAAaabbbb!

Her lengthy farts pummeled his face, searing his skin and flooding his airways with a potent burnt, rotten scent.

Normally Hinata would be horrified after unleashing such rips on her husband. It still seemed strange and uncomfortable but she ignored her uneasiness—this time she sighed loudly and ran her tongue over her lips, reveling in her release. Knowing she no longer had to hold back her farts around her husband made letting out feel twice as good!

The smell of her previous emissions hung around like a thick miasma. There was no escaping it, not that Naruto wanted to. He sniffed it up eagerly, enjoying his wife's blasts with glee. It was like he was smelling ramen for the first time.

He pushed slightly harder on her stomach, but Naruto was determined to give Hinata a good time as well. With that in mind, his tongue darted out of his mouth and he began to lick her rank ass devotedly, his tongue swishing around her asshole.

His wife clenched her fists and stood on the tip of her toes. Moaning aloud from her beloved's slimy appendage swirling around within her; his response eliciting a sputtering ripper.

Ttthhhhraaaaaabbbbllllaapppcckkkkkiiibbtttt!!

Due to her husband's kinky play, her now wet anus puckered, firing forth a wet twenty-seven second expulsion; akin to a furious duck's squabbling. It thickening the funky brown fumes wafting throughout the kitchen.

Hinata gasped with surprise at a sudden noise, her mind snapping into focus as she felt a splash of warm water soak her feet. Glancing down in front of her, she noticed the pot and the sink bowl it sat in were both practically overflowing with water which showered down onto the floor. She and Naruto had gotten so involved in their passion they never noticed the faucet still running.

"O-oh! No!" Hinata said worried, pulling herself from her lover. Her pants around her knees, she quickly waddled cutely over to the running steel basin to turn things off. How could she be forgetful? So absentminded? Was she honestly so horny?

Despite the growing puddle on the tiles below, she couldn't help but laugh, turning around to face the Hokage.

"We made such a mess," She laughed harder. "This is all your fault Naruto!"

Naruto burst out laughing as well, but the fart-fumes that burned his lungs made it devolve into a sputtering cough. Hinata was honestly so cute sometimes. But then again...his eyes drifted to his wife's meaty backside. She was difficult to resist when she was nearly naked from the waist down.

She smiled. "We can clean later. Right now," She began, her eyes half lidded, wrapping her arms around his neck.. "The bedroom. Me and you."

"I don't have a problem with that," Naruto grinned toothily, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close.

He picked his wife up in one scoop and carried her bridal style, making sure to dig one of his hands into the mountainous flesh of her backside. An act that made Hinata burst into a fit of giggles once more; allowing short bubbling farts sputter from her ass, leaving a trail of repugnant stink behind them.

He bounded through the kitchen and up the stairs, whooping loudly, much to Hinata's amusement. They were about to make up for lost time...