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A Helping Hand and Booty WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS THE AMERICAN WONTON USUAL. READER DISCRETION ADVISED! The Goddess laughed, twirling the whip and chain around her fingers. “Trust me Mikey...I don’t think you’re getting out of here alive.” BBBBBBBTTTRRIILLIIRRPPPTTTT! The boy felt tears of sorrow and disgust pool around his eyelids as the realization and taste hit him. He had no friends at the Goddess convention...Ms. Daillich was certainly not one of them. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mikey sprinted across the floor room, ever a terrified boy as the rest of them. The laughing Goddesses weren’t far behind, throwing taunts behind him as they gave chase. “Clear the way ladies, run away fart slave!” the Goddess called Hilda. Mikey could actually hear her BBW asscheeks slap as she ran behind him. Her friend’s posterior was far from quiet, either. BBBBRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT! PPRRRIIPPBBTT! FFFLLTTRRROOTTT! “Hey fartboy, wait up, you did a forget something on my booty!” called Goddess Yolanda, trailing with a few piping farts as she sprinted. Mikey cried out in panic-he wanted to taste neither of them again-yet he feared he wasn’t fast enough to have a choice. He ran past the flesh and misery of the Goddess convention; toots and toys ran rampant with Goddesses, farting on slaves for merriment and sexual pleasure. He passed one stall with a tan, muscled Goddess, with a boy kneeling in chains beside her. “He yours?” she called to the Goddesses behind him. Hilda and Yolanda shouted yes, to which she blocked Mikey’s path. “Hmmm, I think you mean...MINE!” said the Goddess, stepping in front to hold Mikey by the arm. “How about it, fartboy? Want to check out my asshole? I’d love to check out yours...mmhhmmm.” Mikey cowered in her grip, seeing the unthinkable...or so he thought. A meaty cock, untrimmed and dangling impossible long between her legs. The other Goddesses were soon to catch up and then...he wouldn’t have it. With a punch to her testicles, he was able to wriggle out and duck from her legs, past the stall, and around the corner. The Goddesses never stopped running...so he threw himself behind a nearby curtain, deciding to employ a new tactic. He tried to keep his strained breathing at its quietest level. BBBRRRRAAAAPPPPPPTTTT! FFRRRRRTTOOOOOTTTT! “Ohhh fartboy, where are youuuuuu?” the Goddesses sang, leaving no stone unturned as they searched. He realized his flight would only attract more attention, making him more of an attraction as their plaything. He’d wandered into the convention as...well, no innocent bystander. The fetish only lightly interested him but the women...who wouldn’t want to be farted on by such beauties? He would as it turned out. PPPPPTTTLLLRRMMMATTT! BBRRRUUUUUUUTTTTT! The farts and calls got louder and more aggressive...then, the smell was ever present next to him, as was the danger. “Mikey Zeltan! I didn’t know you were into this!” The curtain separated behind him and Mikey gasped, looking up into his old English teacher’s face. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “Scuze me hun, we’re looking for a little shiteating fart boy, about 5 ‘5, brown hair, stupid face?” Mikey turned, looking at the partially separated curtain. He swallowed a cry of despair, staring straight into the Goddess penis he’d punched earlier. Only now, it was fully erect, waiting to stab it straight into his...everything. He stayed silent, seeing as the Goddess with her cock in his face hadn't noticed him standing right beneath her. “Well, I might have seen him,” said Ms. Daillich behind him with a chuckle. “He’s right...umm…”. Mikey pleaded with his eyes and the sweat on his brow. “He’s down the hall.” The Goddesses thanked her and rushed off in a flurry of footsteps and farts. Mikey fell to his knees, nearly vomiting from worry. “Th-thank you, Ms. Dailich,” he said. She laughed again, as sweet sounding a couple years back in high school. “Please Mikey, call me Gabby!” she said. “Or Goddess Gabby, come to think of it. I think that gets me off more than being your teacher...although, the prospect is tempting, haha!” BBBBBBBBTTTRRRRRRRROIIIIPPPTT! He looked up, watching her shift side to side. The sexy, Indian American skin bragged leagues of dominance he hadn't seen unlocked in her teaching days...or in a dress. The leather hugged her frame in a way that frightened him...he’d seen it on many a Goddess on the show floor. “Ohh I’ve always dreamed of finding a student to fart on,” she went on, tossing her long brown hair. “I just never wanted to impose on anybody! I know right, a Goddess ‘not imposing’, huh? I geuss the new breed is a bit more liberal, like they’ve been saying, huh?” She giggled, turning to bend her leather clad ass in his face. “Gotta admit, I never pegged you for a fart sniffer, Mikey. Too bad, I’ve held in ALOT of chili farts in the classroom. Geuss we’ve got some catching up to do, huh?” PPPPPPRRRRLLLTTTOOORRRLLLAATTTTT! She held his face into her ass with the familiar death grip of a Goddess. “You okay there, sport?” Goddess Gabby asked. When she turned to face him, the young man was in tears. “I...I don’t belong here Ms. Daillich!” he spat out. “I...I thought I’d like it b-but I can’t...it hurts my nose and I feel like I’m gunna puke and...and…”. She had the all knowing, “I told you so” smile on her sexy red lips. “And you’re in over your head, huh?” she finished. The young man nodded vigorously. “Figured so. There’s always a kid coming in here...looking to get laid, I geuss?” He nodded again and she chuckled. “Ahhhh, every year! And trust me, Mikey. I don’t think you’re getting out of here alive. Especially with your...untrained nostrils.” She laughed, twirling the whip she’d been selling on the counter. “Not without any help, anyway.” Mikey shivered, watching the Goddess pull her leather underwear to the side. A stark naked booty was bent in front of him as she reached across the table. Mikey gulped, his whole body shaking as he stared into her unkept, hairy anus, bulging brown out at him. He had no friends here...certainly not Goddess Gabby. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She kept him close...so close as to wrap her mighty thighs around his neck so he wouldn’t escape. “Say ahh!” she told him, looking back with a smile. “Trust me.” Her legs wound themselves just a bit tighter-he obeyed, with no other choice. He watched her anus pucker in and out, before her fingers delved inside...storing a pink pill. Before he knew it, she’d expertly sunk her booty backwards, leading her anus around his tounge while he gulped horrified, stinky air. BBBBBBAAAARRRRTTTLLOOOOOTTTTTT! He gagged, feeling the pill shoot into the back of his throat. Goddess Gabby laughed. “Ohhh, don’t worry, we’re not done yet, hon. Hold on.” He did, although his fingers slowly lost grip around her thighs...then, her ankles...then, the floor. When he awoke, her scent was a waterfall of dry feces and sweat...and her bootyhole flung it’s dry murkiness across his skin...all of it. “Ready?” he heard her call out. When his vision fully returned, he felt the heat of her bootyhole at full stench in front of him...sized only to a small coin. “No...no please!” he find himself answering. “Sorry kiddo,” said his former teacher. “It’s really the only safe way out. Trust me.” With that, he found his body slowly pushed into his teacher’s asshole. It felt like a pair of slimy mountains hugging him, smelling of decayed carcassed and reguritated vegetables. PPPPPRRRTTTT! “Ohhh, sorry hon!” called a deep voice he barely recognized as Goddess Gabby. “I’ll try to keep em’ held in.” BBBTTRRLLRTTOOT! He felt a motion as she moved, the sway of her booty echoing inside the fart chamber. “How...how can I-” “Hear me?” said the voice again. “It’s a little Goddess trick. I’m projecting my vocal chords to speak down my intestines and...well, we call it ‘Booty Talk’. Pretty neat, huh?” PPPRRRRLLOOARTT! BBBRRRTTTTT! Mikey gagged as the sour little farts sunk in around him...he kept silent otherwise, in no position to mock her craft. “How...how far?” “My cars just outside,” her booty spoke. “I’m ready to leave a little early anyway. You’d be surprised how poorly sex toys sell here...oh crap, hold on.” BBBRRRMMTTPPPPPTTTTTTT! The young man gagged, hearing her slightly held toot and the sounds of commotion outside. Goddess Gabby spoke fervently with...another female. Another female he recognized. “...taking off so early? Come on, we haven’t even gotten to the orgy yet! I wanna see what that ass is made of, girl!” Mikey shrieked, as the outside hand slapped her booty, causing quite the commotion. The outside voice giggled. “Either you got a mouse in there or your farts are getting a little high pitched, haha! Come on, Gab, let me see him!” The realization of the owner struck him. “No, please Miss-Goddess Gabby, don’t!” Mikey cried out. He could hear the rancid fart air bubbling at the surface...she’d made up her mind. BBBBRRRRRRRRAAAAATTTTTTPPPTTTTT! Mikey screamed as her fart poured out like a jet engine. The light blinded him and he could only gag and sputter in her hand as the fingers prodded at him. “God damn, look who it is!” said the voice. “That little shit eater himself! I didn’t know you brought a slave with you!” He could just make out the Goddess with the cock...he screamed as the head of her penis prodded him along Gabby’s palm. “Well, he’s been a little disobedient so we’re taking him home early,” said Goddess Gabby with a chuckle. “Sorry for that little mishap earlier. Trust me, he’s gunna recite a whole apology to my booty when we get home.” PPPPSSSPPARRPPPPRRBBBRRUUUTTTT! The Goddess with the cock laughed as Gabby’s flapping brocoli fart poured onto Mikey. “Well perhaps you can shrink him along for a playdate at my house!” said the Goddess. “I’m sure we could find some room for him somewhere, isn’t that right, Dale?” Mikey looked up, horrified, to see her turn and spread her bootycheeks. Between a myriad of dried on shit was her rugged pink anus, even dirtier and more menacing than Gabby’s. BBBBRRTTT! She let out only a tiny toot to poke out the shit covered man she’d chained earlier. Mikey could only take so much of this reality...and passed out. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Soft linen lined his face. Blankets. Repeated streams of sizzling echoed through the room. A shower. BBBBBRRRROOOOOTTTTT! PPPRRRLLLAAAUGHHBBT! “Ohhhhh…”. The toots echoed through the toilet bowl, followed by the delicate sigh of his English teacher...Goddess Gabby. Mikey passed out, hoping his next awakening would be less frightening. When he opened his eyes, she emerged from the shower, stunning, naked...barely dry as she sprawled out onto the bedside. It smelled of cheap soap and conditioner, for a few good moments. PPPPPPPPPULLLAAAUUURRLLPMMPPTT! “Mmmmmrmm, that’s the stuff,” said the Goddess, sprawling her legs out next to the face down young man. He stared into her seemingly clean poophole, still winking out the wet fart into his face. Upon tasting the disgusting scent, he couldn’t help but cough. “I think the term you’re looking for is, ‘your welcome, Goddess Gabby,’”, she said, lightly poking his head with her feet...his normal sized head. He was quick to sit up and respond. “Thank you Goddess Ga---ohhh god!” A dizzying pain rifled through his head...he couldn’t help but caress it with his hands. The Goddess laughed. “Good thing we got you out of there, huh fartboy?” she asked. “In the olden days, a Giantess could keep a man trapped in her booty for a full week! The science isn’t clear how, they think the farts were more ‘diluted’, whatever that means. It packs a punch, huh?” BBBBBRRRRRMMMLLLPPPTTT! FFRRRRRAAATTTTTTTTTTTTT! He turned his head, holding his nostrils while trying not to puke. The Goddess reached for her dresser drawer and pulled out a bright pink dildo. It hummed alive and she begun toying the outsides of her pussy. “I have some Advil in the right side bathroom drawer,” she began, giving a pleasured hiss as the vibrations hit her clitorous. “Sorry about the dump...I used to have a slave for that, before he went off for college...or trade school, I kind of forgot.” PPPRRLLLTTTMMRRPPRRBBUUTT! FFRRUUUUUUTTTTTTT! As if confiding in her hungry bootyhole, the Goddess fed her ass with the shaking rubber. “Ohhhh...I’ll give you a few minutes,” she went on. “And then you’re gunna shove your tounge into my ass.” BBBRRRPPTTOOOOPPOOTTTT! With a sickening slop of a sound, her dildo exited, leaving Mikey to stare at her winking bootyhole. Then, at Goddess Gabby’s face while she giggled. “You think a Goddess just lets you off the hook? You do owe me, ya know.” He looked at the floor, a small smile on his face. “I...ya, I geuss. Thank you again, Goddess.” He rose up to take his medicine, before she poked her rubber cock out to poke his arm. “Call me teacher, tonight, hun.” she said with a smile. “Do a good job and I may decide to let you go...before the next convention starts.” FFFFFBBBBBRRRRLLLLRRMMMPBBRRTTTT! She raised a leg with a sigh, letting out a ghastly fart to match her exaggerated pleasure. The wry smile was the same she wore in all her devious mannerisms. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of it.“Thanks...teacher.” he said, making quickly for the Advil. |
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