By: SuperBeak
It had been a… typically long day, for the blue-skinned and beautiful succubus. As one of the very, very few level ten succubi, she had a plethora of demand and an unmatching supply. As such, Belle’s breaks were typically few and far between and she cherished them very, very much.
Though recently, it seemed like more and more of her breaks were being interrupted by requests. A hard worker by heart, she usually accepted them even to her own detriment, hoping that she’d be rewarded with some time off soon enough. Or at least… that’s what her handler kept promising. At the “Succubusiness” offices of Sexual Pleasure and Intercourse, “SPI” for short, the field succubi/incubi were supported by “handler” succubi/incubi. These were both succubi and incubi that were… less suited towards going out and sleeping with randoms. It was either by choice or by board decision, sexual energy harvesting was what they needed to keep the lights on and a good chunk of Hell relied upon it, so much so that any succubi deemed unworthy emotionally were kept away from the prying eyes of humans. Hell needed all the succubi and incubi they could get and seeing them snatched away by human “lovers” was something they couldn’t stand for.
Miranda, was one such handler, and more specifically the handler that Belle was assigned to. A red skinned succubi, with flowy black hair usually kept nice and tidy in a tight bun, not leaving a single strand out to play. In fact, her tidyness was the reason she’d been assigned to a support role. She was fairly well endowed, with features proportionally correct and sought after in the human world. But never did she ever really like to use it for its intended purpose. Sex, intercourse, foreplay and the like were all far too messy for her tastes. Any and all remnants or fluid had to be cleaned up almost immediately. So… the board decided she’d be better suited in the office, rather than on the field. She was good at it for sure, keeping a tight schedule and managing the field succubi with great efficiency… though not often considering her other succubi’s needs. This did lead to some complaints though overall not much changed… at least until today.
Belle was practically crab walking to the bathroom, holding in an absolutely gut-wrenching monster she’d been forced to hold in since the morning, having been bombarded by summoning request after summoning request. None of which wanted to indulge in a scat fetish, much to Belle’s dismay. And worse still, none of her clients wanted to have a proper fuck, something that Belle was deeply, deeply craving. Seeing as no client wanted to fuck or eat her shit… for once, she’d rushed to the bathroom as soon as she got back. Though fatefully, Miranda caught her as soon as she cracked open the door.
“Oh, Belle. Good timing…” She said, looking down at her clipboard. “Got another urgent summoning request from a premium user, requesting you specifically.”
“F-f-fuck… Miranda… s-seriously?”
“Yep, another one.”
“C-can’t it wait?!” Belle stammered, holding a hand to her ass. “I-I haven’t been able t-to take c-care of t-this all day.”
“Not at all, premium request.”
Unfortunately for Miranda, it seemed that both Belle’s intestines and her patience had reached its end. In an unusual flare up, especially for Belle, Miranda felt as the collar of her shirt suddenly tightened up, as Belle’s fist gripped it tightly.
“B-Belle?!”
Miranda barely got a second to process what was happening, just suddenly feeling herself being flung into the bathroom.
“Oogh!” She cried, feeling her back collide into one of the stalls, blasting the door off its hinges and sending her on a collision course with the toilet.
Feeling her back ache, she tried to recover, slumping off of the toilet and onto the ground in front.
“B-Belle… what’s… gotten into y-MPHH?!”
Miranda was soon shut up by something… Something she’d never wished to taste but was certainly getting a full helping of now.
A dirty…
Sweaty…
Foot.
Belle’s foot specifically.
Looking up, Miranda felt something she hadn’t felt in quite some time.
It wasn’t fear…
It was beyond fear. On the edge of horror, helplessness and borderline unadulterated terror.
Shoving her foot deeper into Miranda’s mouth, she practically snarled as she spoke.
“For fuck’s sake… Miranda… I have been trying… desperately… to use the bathroom all day… even after client after client…” She said, keeping pressure on Miranda’s face. “You know how many I’ve fucked today alone?! Because I’d like to know! I lost track! Men… Women… indulging in whatever goddamn fantasies they want… and I can’t even get a bathroom break without you coming up to me with another one.”
Belle’s usual, timid, seemingly innocent, stuttery self was nowhere to be seen. What hovered above her looked like Belle, sure… But was replaced by an uncharacteristically dark, malevolent aura… her eyes glowing a fiery, evil red, rather than their typical innocent yellow. Whatever had gotten into her… wasn’t going to be good, not for Miranda at least.
“Another request, another request…”
“How many fucking requests before I get a break, huh?!”
Letting her foot slip from Miranda’s mouth, Belle hovered angrily above her.
“B-belle, p-ple—MPH?!”
“No… no speaking privileges for you.” Belle interrupted, quickly ripping off her panties and absolutely slamming her beautiful, big blue butt down onto Miranda’s face.
“If I can’t have a normal bathroom break, then you’ll be my fucking bathroom… got it?” She asked, gripping the top of Miranda’s head tightly.
Miranda could only shudder. Belle hadn’t been lying about servicing many, many clients today. Her ass and womanhood were especially musky today, the lingering stench of many clients, both men and women, had combined with her own overpowering musk into an unfathomably overpowering concoction. Sniffing, because she had no other choice, she gagged immediately, feeling her lunch that day almost rush back up her throat.
“No, none of that.” She said, snapping her fingers.
A devilish rune appeared, running around the base of Miranda’s neck. Despite her bodily functions attempting to expel the foreign gas, the magical rune prevented it from coming back up… things could go in… but not come back out.
“Smell it!” Belle growled, bouncing roughly on her poor handler’s face. “B-bad, right?!”
“Mmphhghnnm…! Mpgh!” Miranda whimpered.
“Shut it.”
Miranda tried to fight back, attempting to push Belle off, only serving to anger the blue succubus further. A set of restraints practically flew up from the ground, latching onto her wrists and forcefully dragging her arms down to the ground.
“No, you don’t get the privilege of fondling my ass either…. Now get sniffing.”
“Eck… -sniff- -sniffffff-“
Miranda knew how futile it would’ve been to try and fight back more than she had already tried. Belle was a far, far stronger succubus than her… and if she was dead set on making her smell her ass… then smell her ass she would.
“PBRRRRRAAAAAPFRT!”
“MNGH?!”
“I said… Sniff!”
With a wave of her finger, a collar manifested itself around Miranda’s neck… with a leash leading up to Belle’s hands. Yanking hard, she pulled Miranda’s nose not just onto her asshole… but into it.
“FLPRLPLPFRLPLP!”
“SPLORPLPLPT!”
“SPLURGLPLT!”
The next few minutes of gut bombs, and there were many, erupting from Belle’s stomach were absolute soaking wet monsters. A cruel and crude blend of broccoli and cheese casserole (one of Belle’s personal favorite foods) and hardly digested remains of what used to be coffee with plenty of milk.
It was horrible. Miranda could hardly breathe as each fart coated the insides of her nostrils with a stench soaked, slimy film… coming out of Belle’s behind like a natural geyser.
Even her gags were interrupted, her body unable to process what was happening to it. Fortunately enough, as a Succubi, she’d face no lasting harm from treatment such as this… but it did mean she would last longer than any human… the unintroduced to the world of the smell and scat fetish would’ve passed out long ago from this much raw Belle stink… most succubi would have as well.
But this time unfortunately, Miranda would not get that mercy… She was known for having unbelievable bodily resilience. In all her succubus training days, she never once passed out. Not from the massive cum bukkakes, not from the weird hazing rituals they did, none of it. Miranda was as tough as they came… though not strong enough to overpower an angry high level succubi such as Belle…
Belle meanwhile… was even more annoyed. Since she’d had to use the bathroom so bad, she could already feel her guts ready to release their load. Normally this would be great news… but this new, angry Belle wanted to prolong her handler’s torture… to really prove how annoyed she was that her breaks were almost always taken from her and interrupted.
“Ugh… already?” Belle grumbled. “…fine… hey Miranda, open your mouth…”
Miranda, unfortunately, didn’t hear her… causing Belle’s anger to somehow flare up even more.
She reached down, lifting a leg and gripping Miranda’s face with one hand, she squeezed, forcing Miranda’s mouth open rather painfully.
“I wasn’t… asking.” She said, bouncing hard on the poor succubus’ face, lodging her puffy asshole right on her lips, forming an airtight seal. “I said… Open your mouth.”
“Right.”
“Fucking.”
“Now.”
“BPLPLPLPOORRFRRPTSPLORP!”
With the seal formed, Belle wasted no time in pumping an absolutely horrendous, liquid-filled, shart… and unfortunately for Miranda, this fluid was very, very sticky. She could feel it cling to her tongue and to the sides of her throat as the shart puffed out her cheeks in violent fashion… and though she tried to swallow…
It didn’t go away.
The sticky liquid slurry in Belle’s guts stayed almost anywhere it splattered, whether it was the rapid cooling having exited her guts… or maybe it was the mixing of gut matter and saliva… either way Miranda was now stuck with a mouth coated sticky ass slop… and it seemed like she was going to be in for far, far worse…
Belle’s guts vibrated and rumbled like a dormant volcano, ready and waiting to erupt… covering whatever surrounded it in its thick, volcanic ash… Though, the only thing it would be erupting into… would be Miranda’s mouth… and much unlike any current volcanoes, Belle wasn’t going to sit idle any longer…
“Hnrrrngghh…” Belle pushed, her guts pushing out her big, sturdy breakfast and more than filling lunch…
“FFFRRRRRRRPLPLPLPT!”
“Ugh… finally…” Belle grunted, feeling at least a little bit of the pressure be relieved.
Miranda was caught completely off guard, not by the fact that Belle had farted, but the intensity of it… With the airtight seal holding it all in her cheeks, they puffed out much like before… but even with a majority of it going straight down her throat, her body was incapable of holding it all in… and it went the only place it could…
“HRK! HACK!”
Rather than gagging on the horrid gas… instead Miranda was introduced to a whole new type of suffering… The gas could only escape the one way that wasn’t completely blocked… up through her nostrils…
Not only did she have to swallow it and taste it, she had to smell it in its most potent form… and it coming up from her throat into her nose was not a pleasant experience.
She coughed and hacked, very much not enjoying that feeling… She could never have imagined just how bad it would feel and smell… to have such a gas come up her nose… and unfortunately for her, the leakage only served to exacerbate Belle’s already bad mood.
“-sniff- Are you kidding me?!” She exclaimed, cringing at the smell of her own gas. “You can’t even soak up a few little farts?!”
“How useless can you be?!”
“You know what… no, no more.”
With yet another display of Belle’s overwhelming demonic abilities, she manifested yet another curse to bestow upon the already thrashed succubus beneath her. As a few symbols manifested upon Miranda’s face, her mouth… and she could feel the warmth of two appearing on her … lower half.
“FFRRRRLPLPLPT!”
“MMMMPH!”
Belle farted again, and once more… Miranda’s body couldn’t contain it all… but instead of leaking out her nose… as the excess gas tried to escape through her nostrils, it entered the portal symbols and flooded… right back into her mouth…
“Whether you like it or not. Everything that I put into you, you’re keeping… Anything you let out is getting funneled right back into your mouth. Got it?” Belle snapped, grinding her dirty asshole against Miranda’s lips. “Even your own shit or your own piss. I don’t care.”
“Bmph! Pweammth… hv…. Merhppyyy!”
Through Belle’s butthole, Miranda tried… straining against the magic that bound her down, she begged for mercy… hoping for just a second, just the smallest moment…. That the timid, sweet, shy Belle was still somewhere inside the ball of anger that was dead set on torturing her.
“What was that? Mercy?” Belle asked, sarcastically. “Hmph… here’s your mercy, right here.”
“PFFFRRRRPLBBLPLPLT!”
“FRRROOORRRRRRPTTT!”
“BFRAPT!”
More thick, disgusting gas erupted from Belle’s volcanic pucker, putting Miranda’s mercy pleas right where they belonged… down her throat, with the rest of Belle’s gas… and soon to be more.
She knew that despite all this going on, she would still be Belle’s handler… and she knew that nothing would change in their job dynamic…
“T-this… she does this… regularly…?” She thought, fighting to keep her thoughts together with everything going on.
No matter what happened next, there were a few things that Miranda was going to take away from this experience. First, she’d forgive Belle… she had to… Miranda was far from a vengeful soul… and frankly, looking back at it now… she really did constantly pull and push at Belle’s breaks… Secondly, Belle was getting her breaks… more breaks even…
But that was all to come later…
Right now, she was being punished by a superior. Belle being a level ten, was one of the most powerful succubi around… and as such, had every right to do as she pleased. They did live in Hell after all…
“Hrrngghhh….”
With a small push, Miranda suddenly felt Belle’s pucker widen. Bracing for another fart, she wasn’t ready for what came next… or how much of it she was going to receive.
“Can you feel it…?” Belle asked, her voice suddenly going from anger… to something else. It wasn’t rage or any evolution of anger… It wasn’t sadness and it wasn’t excitement…
It was pure, unadulterated intent…
A sadistic tone that only wanted one thing…
Miranda’s suffering.
“It’s going to be nudging your tongue soon~”
It seemed that despite her anger, the normal, ever horny Belle was still in there and there were few things Belle loved; Food… and subjecting unsuspecting, or even suspecting in some cases, men and women alike to everything that came out of her body. Despite her (typically) shy and timid personality, few could handle Belle’s true heat cycles…
And even more unfortunate for Miranda… Belle wasn’t just angry… but also in heat…
No one in The Succubusiness really knew how it worked, as not all succubi entered heat cycles. The only few things that were well known about it was that it was much like the heat cycle of an animal. An insatiable desire to breed… and without being bred they can be driven to almost insane levels of anger. Making even the most timid of succubi, a force to be reckoned with. And the fact that only the most powerful succubi tended to experience them, something about how intertwined their power is to their sexual drive.
And Belle… was definitely in heat and very, very pent up.
“MMMGH! HLGK!” Miranda gagged, as Belle’s question became far more clear…
Resting on the tip of her tongue… was something far worse than any fart… and the soft crackling of her sphincter puckering left little to the imagination…
Realizing what was about to happen, as well as the inevitability of it, Miranda tried to resign herself to her fate. That was, of course, until the taste finally got to her.
“MPFGHN! BRLGHK! HURGHK! MMMMMMMMGH!”
It was as if all cylinders fired at once, her body revolting against the horrid thing that was now slowly inching its way into her mouth.
“MMMNFGHR! MNNNNNGGHHH!” Miranda had gone from braced and ready, to miserable and sobbing. Doing her utmost best to break free of her restraints, despite having told herself that this was a deserved punishment.
If that wasn’t enough… Belle had stopped talking to her, at least for the moment. It was clear, right here, right now, Miranda wasn’t a colleague or a coworker. She was a toilet… being used in the proper way a toilet should…
None of these thoughts did anything to quell her panic, however… As she continued to strain, writhe, and struggle.
The waste entering her mouth inched slowly, and far worse was still to come. Belle’s diet recently was mixed, leading to the same result within her guts. The first foot of gut mud was a slimy, sticky sludge, similar to the mud found in a bog swamp. It stuck to her teeth and tongue, clinging to the splatters of wet ass juice many of sharts before.
She had hoped that this was the worst of it but mercy was not something Belle’s guts were in any position to give. What came next, without so much as a break in between, felt like several feet of rock hard waste. It stretched Belle’s ass, Miranda’s lips and her throat. Belle had to work hard to push it, as its shape didn’t want to conform to anything, even the slight transition from going straight into Miranda’s mouth to her slightly curved throat proved to be a challenge.
A challenge she really wished she could’ve skipped, as Belle grabbed her head with both hands, gripping tightly as she pushed.
“Hmmmrrrrngh…”
Either way, comfortably or uncomfortably…. Miranda was going to take the full extent of Belle’s waste.
Every.
Last.
Inch.
“URGH! GLG! GLK! ORGK! MMPH! MPLGHK!”
Miranda sobbed, her entire body convulsing in agony as the massive turd forced the walls of her throat to expand to take it in its entirety. The huge girth of it far larger than anything Miranda had ever handled… and grew ever more. Miranda could only choke, her body gasping and grasping for any little bit of oxygen she could get, only to breathe in what was already tainted. As any molecule of air she could get had already been immersed in either Belle’s waste or farts. In fact, it was so overpowering that there wasn’t anything else she could really think about. Belle’s shit would stain her breath, her taste buds, her mind, her throat… Anything and everything she had to give, Belle’s waste would take… and it still wasn’t enough.
“Ugh.. swallow faster.” She growled, pushing even harder.
“H-how… how much…. Does she… have..?” Miranda thought, the last of her mental strength straining at the ropes, just barely holding onto her sanity as more and more shit flooded her body.
Once it had gone down her throat, it coiled in her stomach… and yet.
That wasn’t enough.
Soon her stomach filled up… leaving little room for much else. In an effort of self preservation, her body expedited the release of anything within her own bowels to let the new stuff flow through. Though, due to Belle’s magic, any action taken was to her detriment and this was far from an exception. With nowhere for her already existing waste to go, Miranda began to shit herself… Which, thanks to the portals, didn’t pile up on the floor beneath her, nor did it stain her rather expensive silk panties… it ended up right back in her mouth.
“UWUGH! BLUGH! MPGH!”
As now the once slow moving pace began to pick up speed exponentially, as her body tried to react to it, expediting the waste through her guts even faster. This however, created a feedback loop… The more and more waste that Belle pushed into her, the faster her body tried to expedite it, the faster her body tried to expedite it, the faster the shit would travel out Miranda’s asshole, through the portal and into her mouth again. It started out like a slug or worm making its way through the earth, soon becoming a soft cascade of crackling, as the waste bent in and around her insides. That cascade however, wouldn’t last… and soon she was experiencing what felt like an infinite flow of Belle’s and her own shit… with still more to come. Her body was entirely focused on excretions… and she pissed herself. But once more, the magic Belle used caught it… and that too was funneled into her own mouth, mixing with the thick fecal matter and softened it… though it added an extra salty flavor into the mix. Now combined with more than just fecal matter, the huge train of turds mixed and combined… becoming more of a thick slurry. One that Miranda would be tasting endlessly for the near future.
“Ugh… seriously?!” Belle exclaimed, her heat-fueled anger flaring up even more. “You can’t even be useful as my fucking toilet?! I’m not even half done and you’re full?!” She said, clenching to pinch off her turd as it was.
If Miranda’s body wasn’t already a quivering, wriggling mess… she’d have quivered at Belle’s comment; “Not even half done…” Seeing as every single inch of her mouth, throat, stomach, and the rest of her digestive system was now practically filled with Belle’s shit, just thinking of her having even more made Miranda truly quake in fear of what Belle’s guts were truly capable of… and just how much more she had in her.
Looking down, Belle noticed the clipboard from earlier, having somehow made its way over to them despite supposedly being knocked out of Miranda’s hands outside of the bathroom. It was indeed, another summoning request.
Requesting specifically, Belle.
Belle only facepalmed angrily, seeing as the summoning request was by another woman. Not that she minded doing stuff with women, but right now she wanted a good dicking… and it didn’t seem that the futa box was ticked for this woman’s profile.
“Ugh… fine, I’ll take your stupid request.” She sighed angrily. Grabbing the board, her tail whipped around with a pen, signing the confirmation.
She stood up, finally. Miranda felt slightly hopeful, crossing her fingers that Belle would calm down just enough to free her…
“I’ll be back for you.” She said, crushing any hope for mercy that Miranda’s poor, poor heart and soul had.
As the portal to the summoning opened, Belle slammed her ass back down on Miranda’s nose, making sure it traveled as deep into her asshole as it could possibly go.
“One last thing… better hope I don’t shit~” She teased.
“BBRRRRRRRFFFFFFRRRRRPLPLPLPLPLSPLPLPLPLSLPLUURPLT!”
Belle let out what was probably her worst… shart… ever. Lasting a whopping, soul crushing, nostril destroying thirty seconds. It was packed full of “flavor.” As Belle’s inner gut gas picked up some slop and slime, carrying it over into what would become its new host… Miranda’s lungs. Much like before, it was supremely sticky and clung to everything it touched. It coated every single nanometer of Miranda’s nostrils and inside her lungs… leaving her with what would become a long, long lasting reminder of why not to mess with Belle… especially in heat.
With that, Belle stood up, snapping her fingers, a sign appeared, hanging itself from around Miranda’s neck.
“Don’t touch… Or you’re next. - Belle” It read, making sure no other succubi would come to Miranda’s aid in the meantime.
“Stay here until I come back.” Belle growled, wiping her ass with the summoning request before sticking it into Miranda’s shirt pocket…
And she walked into the portal… leaving Miranda to cycle.
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Sometime later, a few succubi lower leveled than Belle, walked in, seeing Miranda in her sorry, suffering state. By now, she was beyond struggling and fighting and was now just a shit gulping, quivering and quaking mess… the only sounds she could make were the odd whimper here and there… followed by the continued gargling as the shit cycled through her body.
“Belle got ya, huh?” One of the succubi said, giggling.
“Yeah… not a fun time… I remember when I got on the wrong end of Belle…” Another said, shivering to her core, remembering a time from long ago… One that she desperately wished to forget. “She left me like… ooulgh…” She gagged, the taste of Belle’s wrath permanently seared into her memory. “S-she left me similar to that for like… like a week.”
“Tsk, tsk…” The last succubi added, before going to a different stall. “No one ever tell you not to mess with a level ten succubi in heat, Miranda?”