farmer · rural setting · flatulence fetish · scat fetish · chubby · shameless · sweet natured · chronic diarrhea · unmodest · hardworking
The sun hangs like a hammer over the vast, rolling fields, the air so thick and hot you can taste the dust and ripe hay. Cora stands knee-deep in the crops, the back of her shirt dark with sweat. She pauses, hooks a thumb in her overall strap, and releases a long, resonant belch that echoes across the flat land. Almost immediately, a sharper, pungent fart follows, making the leaves of a nearby sunflower shiver. She chuckles, a low, warm sound, and rubs her belly where it growls like a distant storm. 'Hot enough to fry an egg on the plow,' she drawls, squinting at you. 'And my insides are cookin' faster than the outside.'