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Amazon Chamber Slave WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, FART/BUTT FETISHISM, SCAT, AND SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS. READER DISCRETION ADVISED. I awoke to the usual sounds of the Amazon Jenna taking her morning shit. BBBLLLRRRPPPPPPPPPTTT! The fart echoed out the pot and into her bedroom, followed by a sigh. I turned my head into the covers, already smelling enough of her farts from last night. When the farting and grunting stopped I walked into the bathroom, where she was stretched out on the pot. “Whoo! Smell that one! Sorry Taveh, I don’t think that spicy shrimp agreed with me. BBBLLLLLAAATTTT! She laughed and grabbed me by the arm. “No seriously, smell that!” Jenna sent me awake as she sat on the pot, my head shoved between her massive thighs. The smell of raw meat mixed with hot shit spice made me tear up. “Yeah that is indeed fucking disgusting. Now can I?...” Jenna laughed again. “You sure you don’t want to frame it or something? It’s your greatest work!” Jenna rose and left me next to my “work”. It was more like a duty...yes, haha, doody, that I took seriously. Jenna was a 500 pound monster of an Amazon, with white creamy cheeks that could crush my face as well as knock it out with farts. Jenna knew this and don’t let that earlier display fool you. She’s quite friendly compared to most Amazons. I came underneath her waist, struggling to separate her asscheeks to wipe her asscrack. FFLLRRRPPPTTTTTTT! “Ohhh, sorry.” I ignored the apology and onslaught of diarrhea fart, knowing she couldn’t handle it. I sponged the clung on shit from her asshairs, shoving my entire arm into a bright pink asshole that could fit it. Such was the life of a chamber slave...but it was way better than any other slave. I worked in an Amazon prison, but I’ve never been sent there; I liked to think my job was too important to take me away. “All right, all right, it doesn't need to smell like flowers!” Jenna sent my arm out with a shart of soap and bubbles. “Especially where we work!” She adjusted her loincloth and bra, barely contained in her overweight booty. I followed her outside with the pot of shit, eager to help Amazon and slave kind. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jenna headed off to the prison, one of the more nicer guards keeping the slaves in line. I went to the waste fields, a place far more hellish than it could sound. Other chamber boys like me dumped the fertilizer onto the ground, warding off any male tourists from the great Amazon city. I did the same, quickly placing the mask cover on my face. Then, I got to work. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shifts were long and dubious at the Amazon Prison. So were the shits. PPPSSSSHHHLLOOOTTT! “Ahhhh, smell that you little shit. And lick!” The guard, (Carmelita, I think) was busy abusing a Wiper inside one of the stalls. Their job consisted of simply cleaning a dirty asshole, with brushes and sponges. Carmelita was on a bean burrito bender today. She thought it would be better if a mouth was utilized. BBBLLRRRRBBPPPPPTTTT! I heard and smelt the rippling meaty toot from two stalls down, along with the gurgles from a desperate slave. “That’s right, that’s right, choke on it! That’s the last time you look at my ass while I’m shitting, you sick fuck!” I could have argued that she was making him do that right now, or that our little civil rights governed against her abusing the poor slave. FFRRRRTTTTTRRAATTTT! I took one whiff-putrid, full of feces, and fart death. I decided to not intervene...until Carmelita called me in. “You, wake him up, poop carrier!” Carmelita hauled me in the cramped space, pushing me next to the boy while her ass hovered above. He was knocked out cold and I gagged at the semi solid shit clinging around his face and mouth. Carmelita sighed. “Looks like you’re pulling double doody! HA!” She spread her asscheeks, letting the full expanse of her tan cheeks fill my void. Of course, a fart breached the gap. BBBSSSAASSPPPPPTTTTT! My natural compassion,(and the unbearably hot, messy fart) compelled me to help the incapacitated Wiper slave. With sponge in hand I wiped the Amazon clean. “Deeper!” she cried. I went deeper. When I was done, she let out a wet fart, laughing on her way. I looked down, exhausted and disgusted, to find her chamber pot covered with feces on the inside and out. I sighed, unable to help the Wiper and picked up the pot, continuing my job. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was a very special day. That’s what the Amazon guards told me as the dragged me hurriedly to the interrogation room. I was tired and angry after my very busy day, but once they shoved me into the room my angst turned to fear. There stood Queen Sasha, Queen of the Amazons. To be correct, she was squatting, her asshole pointed towards the door. Her asscheeks covered the width of a truck and I watched mesmerized as her bright brown asshole expanded. PPRSSBBTT- that was the air that escaped, along with a long grunt from her, and a slow expulsion of a slave onto the floor. I began to shake, terrified. Sasha laughed, her Giantess booty jiggling with the rest of her mass. “Fear not chamber boy, that’s not my shit! I just had to clear some room. Ladies, I think we’re done for today. Take him away.” I held my nose as two large Amazon's picked a barely breathing boy out of the room, smelling of a thousand horrors. I also noticed Jenna, who stood in the corner, a frown on her face. “Boy! My booty cannot wait all day! POT!” came Sasha’s voice. Searching the room I found a pile of clean chamber pots, which I clumsily fumbled around with. None of them were larger than her asshole...was she serious? “I have to shit NOW, boy. They told me you're the best shit carrier in the land. Isn’t that right, Jenna?” My owner and living mate nodded wearingly. “Yes, he’s..well, he’s by no means spectacular-” FFRRRLLLAAAAAAABBBBBTTT! Even Jenna jumped as the flapping fart filled the room with garlic scented methane. “My shit cometh boy! Hurry, we shall put you to the test.” Sasha spread her asscheeks and moved her long flowing hair out her asses way. I gagged, coming closer upon her asshole as I adjusted the pot. “Re-ready, Goddess Sasha.” I mumbled. With a grunt, I watched her horrors be expelled. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The log fit in like a miracle. It looked like a body my size, (maybe that’s what she ate?). The bowl barely managed to stay stable as the solid turd curled along the edge, completely filled. “Another!” She said with a grunt. I sprinted for another pot, grunting as I tried moving the 50 lb's of shit and copper out of the way. She expertly pinched part of it off and when I had moved, she shat more. FFFFFRTTSSSSSS! Hot air expelled around the edge of her anus; I had trouble keeping my own bile in, smelling a hot mixture of shit and raw vegetable taste. My nose felt like it would bleed and my stomach churned watching her booty gurgle. The second pot was filled in seconds. “Another!” I moved forward quick as my body would let me. 5 pots. Then 6. 7. One pot remained and Sasha seemed fully capable of continuing. PPPRRRAAAAPPBBBBTTT! She moaned and sucked in the turd to allow the full texture of the fart escape. “Again!” I dizzly clamored for the last pot; it seemed like I’d pass out underneath her, a reality I’d try my hardest to keep in check. Out of the corner of my eye Jenna was holding a hand to her mouth. Why? Out of sympathy, respect?...disgust? FFFFFFSSSSSSSLLLLLTT! “Wait-waittrr.” I crawled away gagging as she sent another batch into the metal bowl. My breath was failing me and my heart stunk to my stomach watching her shit propel like an ice cream machine. She pinched off the last batch. “Another!” she cried, adjusting her asscrack to widen. I watched the turd sink outward, ready to fire. “Queen Sasha...no...more bowls…” I muttered. She sighed and scooted closer to me. “Stand boy! Hold out your arms.” I could barely stand. My arms burned as I held them out. My nose was the last to suffer. BBBFFRRRROOOFFFFFTT! A silent shit shart sent the solid feces into my arms. Like a long lost child I never wanted I carried the hard shit as it molded into my skin. PPLLLAAABBBBTTTTTT! Her fart sent me to the floor, the hard log weighing down my senses with stink and pressure. Sasha laughed above. “Excellent work boy. It seems he really does care for our work. I do think this example will get my “Bigger Pots for Bigger Girls” initiative rolling quite smoothly, don’t you think Jenna?” FFRRRRLLLAAABBBTTT! My opinion obviously didn’t matter, but Jenna was quite enthusiastic. “Oh yes Queen Sasha. I think if a slave can take a shit he can certainly carry a heavier pot.” Queen Sasha agreed, sending another hot fart to my face. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I wearily carried the shit as well as the pots to the outskirts of town. I wearily washed them and wearily returned them to their rightful place. Then I wearily walked home, smelling of a thousand rancid farts to the face-thankfully, no one stopped to bother me. As you could imagine, I was quite tired. I washed myself and hopped in Jenna’s bed. She returned shortly, saying nothing and discarding her clothes on the floor. I listened to her wash herself. BBBLLLRRRRPPPPTTTTBBBBB! Disgusting fart bubbles in the bath, just like her. There was a time where we used to bath together, giggling and gagging at the smell of her rippers when the bubbles popped and the ticklish feeling they sent. Now we’d be lucky to have the strength to bathe ourselves. Jenna exited the bathroom, too lazy to even towel herself off. She hopped on the bed, right next to me. FFFFFLLLLTTRRRSSSHHTTT! “Ohhhh...sorry,” came her apology, after the exclamation. I sat angrily, breathing her post vegetable soup dinner fart. “I mean about today. They asked for some younger kids to do it...I couldn’t let that happen. You are the best, right?” She grabbed my hand and began rubbing it against her cheeks; they were dwarfed by her massive assfat. PPRSSSLLLAAABBBRRLLTTTTT! Another wet fart blasted out her crack- she tugged my hand into her wet depths. I felt her wet, smelly warmth and remembered what I was doing this for. The kid in the stall, those kids who couldn’t take it. Jenna made the right decision. I lept up and kissed her asscheeks. “It’s okay,” I muttered. BBRRRROOMMLLLTTTTTT! She tugged my head, blocking the vibrations and smell with my face. “You're a good slave and a good guy, Taveh.” I knew that. She treated me as any good boy deserves, separating her cheeks to let me clumsily penetrate her stink hole. PPPPOOOOOOOAAAATTT! I imagined a world where all farts were like hers; a brutish hot stink mixed with her lavender soap. I came quicker than I thought I would with a day like this. |
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