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A Mother’s Touch WARNING. THIS CONTAINS THE AMERICAN WONTON USUAL. READER DISCRETION ADVISED! I’ve seen a lot of gross, weird stuff as a caretaker. I work with elderly folks too old to go to the bathroom, special needs kids who can barely open their mouth to chew… and Ms. Rareberd, the strangest, grossest coincidence of all. BBRRRRRRRRRRRTTTLLLLLLTTT! “Ooooo.” Her moan was distincty pleasured and audible; I geuss I was supposed to remain oblivious in the other room. But I did hear it roar off her tight yoga pregnancy pants and the plastic of the bar stool chair. When I walked into the kitchen, I smelt it at full force. “So, umm, where do you want these bottles, Ms. Rareberd?” I asked through the smell of cabbage and dry beans. “Oh, just on the counter, Paulie. And hey, call me Danielle!” PPLLLLLTTTTT! A smaller fart, which was easier to not address-that is, if it wasn’t for the cheesy smell and Miss Rareberd, er, Danielle, breezing my hips with her butt. “Can you help me in the living room for a second?” she asked, already walking away. I put the box down and turned. BBLLUUMMPPTTT! A sour fart puntuated those asscheeks again-I got a glimpse of her flowing blonde hair blown outward on her lower back as the power of those hips unleashed a turkey and day old milk smell. “Yeah, no problem.” I mumbled. Once her footsteps were away, I glanced at the stool; the cushioned was still rising from the weight of her belly, butt, and bombarding farts. I was intrigued and it was decided. I knelt down and pressed my face into the chair. The warmth of her ass and the ripe smell of farts hindered it’s comfort. I recoiled away in disgust-curiosity killed my appetite for discovery. Danielle was one weird woman indeed. I was hired to do tasks she seemed perfectly capable of doing at her pregnancy-still, she had me hang around. PPPLLLLLLRRTTLLUUBBTTT! I could hear another fart from two rooms down, an undoubtable pants stainer. A woman’s body tends to change during pregnancy, but I’d never experienced the kind of anal destruction on this scale. Not to mention, no father,(I didn’t ask) no income,(my company prevented me from asking) and a lavish house that could fit a family of five,(I just enjoyed the comfort of the fresh smelling carpet). FFBBRRRBBOOOOOOTTTTT! “Paulie, dear, are you coming?” she called. I sighed-she was allowed to call me anything and it disturbed me...in the sense that I was turned on. Danielle was the most gorgeous patient I’d worked with and getting paid to follow a MILF around the house was easy money in my book. Definitley something I didn’t want to cock up-metaphorically, at least. I followed her into the next room. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- No surprise, the living room smelled of a miasma of ass. But Danielle was full of surprises. “Oh my god, Danielle!” I knelt to her side as she lay in a fetal position on the floor. “Start breathing, ok, I’m going to call an ambulance-” PPPRRROOOOFFFFFSSSSSSS! I had little room to be polite as the roast beef silent fart pummeled my chest. Danielle was now giggling at my predicament. “I’m fine Paulie, thank you for asking. But I do need a favor. Help me take these off.” I’d never been hesitant to take a patient’s stinky pants off-nothing scared me down there. But Danielle, with her luscious pregnant waist and firm backside- she was a different sort of scary. The scary that makes you question your own actions in a situation. “Ummm, okay.” I muttered. My fingers ran along her skin and fabric, slowly unfurling the pants downward. There was a lot to go. With half exposed glowing white asscheeks, I realized she had no underwear on. FFFBBUULLLRRRRBBBTTTT! The fart diversified as it’s sound barrier was taken away. I held my breath a little too late as the gnarly mustard-pickled fart rushed to greet my face. “Haha, that’s better said Danielle. The pants were pulled down to her knees and I politely looked away. “Is there-is there, umm, anything else?” God, how could I ask that question as a caretaker? “Yes there is,” said Danielle, reaching back to touch my knees. “Take those pants off.” BBLLLLLLLLLAAAAATTTTTTT! And here was where my client-patient confidentiality came into question. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I tried desperately trying to explain Careco’s sexual harassment policies, our dedication of discretion and respect for our customers. Danielle had none of it. As I backed away and explained, she simply held a wild smile and began removing her shirt. “Unless, you have a medical problem with your...breasts or...any pain…”. PPPRRTTUURRAABBTTT! I watched her asscheeks giggle with glee as she rounded the corner. I tried to avoid eye contact as well, as her gorgeous blue eyes and cute nose led straight towards her breasts. There was no passive looking at her. Even her pregnant potbelly seemed to accentuate the heightened breasts and hips as they swayed towards me. FFFBBBBRRRRAAARRTTTT! She cornered me, next to an open kitchen window. I quickly drew the blinds to make sure no one called to have me fired. A naked Danielle pushed me into a chair and saddled me, nuzzling me against her breasts. My boss was an asshole, forgot to mention. So it came to be I was naked five minutes later in her living room. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “I’m not sure this is...the right procedure...I can call for some pills or something.” I started. Danielle chuckled at my sexual incompetence, even when she was already sprawled on the couch. “I don’t need a doctor to do what a woman does naturally, Paulie. I know you’re a little small, but I just need a little extra...push.” BBBBBBRRRRTTTTT! She added another shit smelling toot to the room-really not helping. I sighed and she watched me from behind as I stood beside her spread asscheeks. “Far as you can go, little man. I’ll let you know when to stop.” she said. I took one last look into my patient's asshole; it impatiently puckered outward, letting tiny toots escape in protest. I sighed, and took the career venture of a lifetime. I’d never done anal before and to be honest, I can barely recount the wondrous experience. It was almost like putting my tick in a time warp of good feelings. BBBRRTTT! PPTTOOTT! FFBBAATT! “Deeper,” she said sternly. I grunted, pressing as hard as I could go-oh god the rush! I pulled out, feeling little pockets of gas pop around my member. “No, focus on length, Paulie dear! Your plunging, not just fucking. In!” She didn’t need to tell me twice. I grunted and pushed, feeling my sausage enter a tighter and slimy corridor. FFBBBBAAARRRTTTT! I shook and smelled the greasy fart around my dick, smelling of old tuna and burned toast. “Deeper dear. Here, put your hands here.” Danielle had me almost crawl across her back as my hands were placed on her tummy. It felt weird, thinking about what the baby’s thoughts would be about this. PPLLOOOTTRRRLLLLTOORRRR! Danielle seemed to have no qualms as she sighed in pleasure and spread her own asscheeks. “There, now harder, with more force!” I pushed in and out, with more grip to do so. Danielle also backed into me, creating a disgusting display of aggravated sex. PPLLOOORRRBTTT! PPPRRAATT! FFLLLTTRRUUSSHTHTT! If the smell was anything to go by, it was working. The farts came with no hindrance, every second a new smell of horrendous proportion. I tried to focus on my dick; I almost felt my lower half go numb. FFFRROOPPPLLLTTTT! Her asshole seemed to be consuming my hard on, inch by inch and I could feel my spine contort in strange configuration as I rode this magnificent beast. “Yes dear...almost...THERE! Pull out, go ahead!” Her words snapped me back into reality and I stumbled to release my cock. FFFWWWOOLLLPPRRRLLSSTTTT! I gazed into the depths of her anus as it widened in the wet, sloppy fart. My curiousness and fulfillment turned to weariness and bewilderment, staring into the dark, red and pink gape I had created. No sooner had the vile stench hit my face, Danielle rose and pinned me against the couch. “Good boy, now open wide.” Those were the words I last heard as her pregnant booty covered me in darkness. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was panting in exhaustion, wide a gape. She seemed to have taken that as an opportunity. I shook my head and moaned in protest as her asshole filled my mouth. BBRROOOLLLOOOPPPTTTT! The fart echoed into my mouth with no escape-I swear I could feel it exit my ears and nose, forcing me to retake the harsh scent at every angle. Then, Danielle gave a hideous grunt. I slapped her ass, no regard for client respect as the large turd protruded in my mouth. She was too heavy and I could feel the force of her elephant cheeks tighten around my face in agreement. I was going nowhere, could do nothing. The solid turd instantly filled my mouth; I could see how this could constipate someone her size. “Shhh, it’s okay hon, you’ll be fine. I’ve done this before.” PPPSSSOOOPBBBTTTTT! I remembered the awful shit taste filling every taste bud. I remembered my complete helplessness as it poured effortlessly into my mouth, much like a feeding tube I used on other patients. Her ass weighed down like a mountain, bellowing every fart it could conjure past the already monumental amount of shit exiting her asshole. I lost feeling; I went unconscious, tortured and afraid. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I considered running for my life as Danielle’s ass was spread before me again. It looked a spawn of hell, gaped to the size of a baseball as she popped it open once more. FFOORRRRTTLLLLRBBBUUPPPTT! I moaned as it kissed my face, bringing my senses back to a harsh reality. Danielle sighed and sat on my face. “Shhh, quiet Paulie. I get quite gassy when I’m distressed.” BBRRRMMMPPTTT! I could only whimper as she scooted forward to pry my chin open. “Thank you so much for taking care of me-it’s like you're helping me make this thing myself.” Out of the corner of my eye I could see her pat her stomach while she giggled. It growled hungrily in response and I watched her asshole sputter open and shut. “Ohhh, I think we got everything out. But just in case I want you to tounge my butthole, as far as you can go. Again, I don’t have to emphasize your supervisor’s input, do I?” She sat on my face and I felt my tounge drawn to the depths of her asshole FFLLOOOPPPPBBTTTT! BBBLLLLLLLLTTTT! PPPPPPPPRRRRRTTT! She sighed as I gagged and flittered my tounge in each direction, desperately hoping to be done...and that I wouldn’t unleash more shit into my stomach. “Thank you so much sweetie,” she whispered, plopping another foul fart in my mouth. I whimpered in response as she tugged on my dick. “I think I’ve come up with a name-Paulie, the nice caretaker who helped mommy take a load off.” FFFLLOOOORRRBBBTTT! For his sake and mine, I desperately wished she’d reconsider.
PART 2 Careco owed me pensions they didn’t even have names for. My plan included dental as well as a basic health care package. What I really needed, was psychological counseling, after the mess of the patient that was Danielle Rarebird. She needn’t even call me over for care. The moment I walked into Danielle’s home, she greeted me with a great big hug-and a nasty, wet fart. PPPTTRRRUULLLLRSSHHTTT! Past the smell of organic soy beans and fresh cut veggies came Ms. Rarebird’s fart. The raw smell of pregnancy diet and methan rushed around her big butt and belly up into my nose. “Ooohh, just in time Paulie,” she cooed in her maternal, sexual voice. “Come on in.” The door was shut and I followed obediently. BBLLRTT! FFTTAATT! PPPRRPP! Little farts etched out with each bounce of her booty-the smell flew forth, no match for the thin yoga panted layer guarding her asscrack. We needn’t hide ourselves in her upstairs bathroom, her house was spacious enough. No one could see her bend down in front of me, tucked away in the hallway bathroom. Months of experience with her led my fingers along the edges. I took a second to admire the wide range of tush, almost the length of two of me. Her cute stature depleted once I began taking the pants off. BBBLLLRRRRPPPTTSSHHTTT! “Ahhhoohhh!” A relieved Danielle sharted ass spittle just as I was about to lower it past her butthole. Raw anal sewage covered the pants; I could see her gnarled asshole recoil in a river of brown shit spit, almost as if to say… “oops”. I sighed, bending down to help her out of the legs...another laundry item to be washed in the “poop pile” of the laundry. Strangely enough, Danielle needed no help waddling to the toilet seat. She also seemed agile enough to bend backwards and lift her thick thighs into the air. She giggled, happy as a schoolgirl. PPTTRRRRRRRTTTT! A bassy fart reverbed in the toilet bowl. I heard a large grumble from her down below. “Oh, be sure to lube up first, dear.” said Danielle. She bent down,(again, out of the agile range of most pregnant women) and reached for some Lubriderm in the cabinet. Against all Careco regulations, I took off my pants and sexually pleasured my penis in front of the woman, making sure to use plenty of Lubriderm. FFRRRRRROOOOTTT! BBBWWWAAAPPPTTTT! PPPRLLAAARRRTTTTTTTT! If her asshole was any indication, she seemed to enjoy watching me do so. If we were to be caught in the act of these sexual exploits, I’d have to explain I was dicking her to help relieve bowel pressure. Of course, Danielle watching me stroke myself and flick her bean didn’t help. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When I finally became hard and the room smelled viciously of her farts, I began the penetration procedure. Standard...but enjoyable. “Ohhh...ohhh,”. Danielle’s unmistakably moans were undeniably pleasurable. PPPRRRMMMMPPPTTT! I gasped as the roaring fart ran across my dick. There was pleasure there indeed...at least until the smell of shit and salted pickles hit you. “Deeper dear...UGH….deeper.” Danielle scooted on the toilet seat as I bent lower, dick angled higher. It disappeared into a tight sea of nothingness, shaft and all...still she clamored for deeper. PPPRRRRBBBTTTT! FFFLLRRUUURRRTTTT! She pushed and I pushed, until we both felt results. “Ohh, circle left.” she commanded. A maneuver where my dick was pushed to the side, allowing passage for more...pressurized material. PPTTLLOOBBPPTTTT! “OAHHH! Deeper!” she said. And so I thrusted again. This time, the “toots” of her labor could be felt. I was packing fudge so hard it became difficult to push at all. I feared that one day her shit would stick to me like glue and I’d be stuck to this horny, gassy, mid-wife my entire life. But Danielle was designed better than that. BBBLLUUMMPPTT! My dick was instantly punched out, leaving only my head to remove from her widening asshole. Danielle grunted in satisfaction and gripped my arm. FFWWTTAARRRRRTTT! A vile fart launched like a rocket, spraying toilet water along the inside of the bowl. The distinct ripple of asshole and dripping shit became apparent. Danielle pulled my by the shirt with a sigh and I was knelt down by her crotch to watch her creation. “Ohhhh,”. FFFBLLLOORRPPPARRTTTT! My nose wrinkled as the fart shot off her shit and into my face. It was dark and unbelievably, unlivable stinky. Danielle once explained her own fumes made her nauseous-I agreed, I was about to puke, adding to the growing mound in the bowl. At the risk of having another massive log clog my own mouth, I didn’t protest to this justified sexual deviancy. BBBLLLLRRAAARRFFFFFFF! I gagged as the 10 second silent fart announced the end of her feces reign. Danielle continued to sit, my head trapped between her massive thighs. She stroked my head and sung; I prayed that whoever her son or daughter was that she wouldn’t have to experience her mother’s “habits”. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tired, dizzy, and with a loss of blood to my neck, she released me. I closed the toilet lid, at least stopping some flow of stink my way. Until, that is, I moved to part her asscheeks and wipe her butthole clean with my tounge. PPPTTUURRTTSSSTT! A wet fart on my lips brought me back to an earlier time with her. Gagging, disgusted, I asked, “Miss Rarebird, I-” FFFLLOORRRMMMPTTT! That’s right, she hated being called her maiden name. “Danielle, please, I just-here, you have plenty of toilet paper in here, let me-”. Danielle grabbed me close, holding on to dear life as she pumped a 15 second SBD into my nose. After enduring her shit, I’d never experienced anything so disgusting. “Oh Paulie, I thought you wanted to care for me? Who wants to get little toilet bits stuck in their pooper? I can barely reach back there!” I remember gagging still from the last fart. “Danielle, I can wipe it for you...I can.” “Shhh, shush dear. Just a few quick licks for mommie. It will all be worth it.” After that, I made damn sure to clean her as fast and efficiently as possible. Even now, I dug extra deep into her prolapsed pinky, my tounge hitting spots I wouldn’t dare taste before. FFLLRROOOSSPPPBBTT! Her anus pumped into my mouth and I made sure to clean the outer edges. Then, I pushed it back in with my tounge, licking the rim of the gaping hole. Tired and with a sore tounge, I sat beneath her like a dog. She giggled, prolapsing her anus in and out with a sickly slurping sound. “Wonderful work as usual Paulie. Oh, here I got some new toilet detergent, extra strength.” Danielle tossed me a can before turning off the lights and exiting the bathroom. I’d have 15 minutes to recoup, then clean the devastation she’d left in the toilet. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Danielle made my services “worth it” in the trivialist of senses. I got my pay and bonuses from her. If I licked her asshole well, my customer reports were always sparkling. My female co-workers always joked about me putting on the charm to this MILF-ie client. I hadn’t the heart or guts to tell them I dry humped her silly after licking her asshole to a shit-cleaned prolapsed, pulp. FFRRTTOORRTTTT! BBLLLRROUUUUUPP! FFFBBBBRRRRRR! Her farts were always airy long after a good shit. I could taste every soup and cabbage fart on my tounge, echoing the horrors of her shit. PPLLLLLLPPPTTTT! Not to mention her asshole was way less tighter. I didn’t dare suggest we try vaginal or oral, I was lucky to get this. But I felt like fucking her with a nose plug wasn’t entirely out of the question. PPRRRLLSSSSSBBTTTOOOOTT! I tried to ignore the ass spittle as her flesh wrapped around my cock. “Hmmm, cool,” said Danielle. It wasn’t in response to my disgust-in a sense, it was her disgust with me. My sexual performance was so boring she was leafing through a magazine, adjusting her head with each of my pitiful trusts. FFFBBOOOTTTTTT! My cum had been halted as I looked into her flowing blonde hair, masqueraded by a light haze of fart air. I was nothing but a dog getting it’s scraps from her. My humps became stifled...and before I knew it, I was limp inside her. To my surprise, she put her magazine down. “Are you finished, dear?” she asked. It sounded respectful. “Sorry, sometimes it’s hard to tell with you.” Now that one stung. I couldn’t help take a pained breath and hold back my tears. “Ooooh what’s the matter, sweet thing?” she cooed. She pulled up her pants,(which weren’t even justified to have fully off for me) and sat up with me in the bed. She reached out for a hug, letting a warm, silent fart coat the sheets. “What’s wrong?” she asked again. “I-I just want this to stop. Please Ms. Rarebird-” FFBBLUUUUAAARRAAATT! “Danielle, dear.” She rose and pushed me against the bedposts, straddling my hips against the wall facing the bed. “Well this is your job, Paulie. Pretty soon it will be over! No more fresh cooked meals for you...or fresh cooked turkey farts.” She smiled, letting a rippling toot roll off my thighs as she turned around. PPLLLRRTTRRTTTRRRRTT! “Ahhh! No more sex sessions, no more helping me with yoga, no more movie time...hmmm? You liked movie time, right?” Now, bent over, she shoved her pregnant face against her butt. No farts, just a smooth booty massage on my face. I recalled the warmth of her pajama pants on “movie nights”. It was time and a half of “patient comfort overwatch” making sure Danielle was emotionally stable as she sat on the couch and farted on my face till morning. BBBBBLLLLLRRRRRRTTTT! I recoiled; her recent fart was bean flavored, but I could still taste the popcorn fart viciously ravenage my senses. “Just...I, when are you done?” I managed to get out a mouthful of ass. Danielle sighed. “When am I done with what?” “The baby! When is it coming out?!” Danielle laughed and I felt her hands on my cock. “Oh baby this baby that. I’m sorry I misled you earlier, Paulie. But that’s not what I’m having. I’m not pregnant.” PPPPRRRRLLOOOSSSSSS! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I felt my entire body go numb at the stench of her eggy fart. Danielle had unleashed total hell before but this...was something else. “What...no,”. Danielle laughed above me and I could only watch as her pants were taken off. The rest of the conversation took place underneath her naked ass. PPLLLLLLLOOMMMMPPPTT! “Ah! Oh Paulie, I geuss I couldn’t keep you in the dark for ever...you're just so sweet, I thought I’d keep everything under wraps for you. Sniff.” FFFFBBBBRRRLLLOOTTT! A fierce fart sent her pink butthole around my nose. I shook as the smell of rotten tomatoes and shit clung around my mouth. The hairs on her asscrack tickled me to insanity as the 8 second fart ran it’s course. “Sniff, boy trust me. It helps with the rest of this.” Danielle sunk her ass deeper into my face, stroking my cock viciously. I had no choice but to sniff and my world went into a whirlwind of relieved pain and confusion. “What...is this…” I said, barely able to cognate. “THESE are Goddess farts, my boy. That’s why I don’t prefer my last name. Although now, I suppose calling me Goddess would be acceptable. Sniff.” PPPTTRRRLLLAAABBBTTT! “Ohhhhh. Farting is just one of my many talents, Paulie. It can be a benefit or a detriment to you. I just want you to be on my side. Permanently.” FTTLLRRRBBBUUUTTT! I felt nothing and everything at once as Goddess Danielle tugged at me and farted. “I have a mission I need to complete, but I can’t do it without your help. And you are going to help me. The choice is whether you’re going to be a good boy or a bad boy.” PPLLLLLTTAAAAARRRTTTTT! A fiery hailstorm of anus propellant launched into me. Danielle giggled as I drooled in utter chaos underneath her. “So, are you going to be a good boy for mommy, Paulie? Can you say: ‘Yes, Goddess’?” She was patronizing me like a child. I knew that even in my lulled state. But as I stared into her asshole, my childlike cowardice emerged and I muttered the only sensible thing I could out of fear. “Yeess, Goddess.” I felt her hand pat my head through her mess of ass fat. “Good boy.” BBBLLLLRRRRMMMMPPPTTTRRRRBBBUUUUUUUTTTTTTT! The fart lasted over 20 seconds but my orgasm took me to eternity.
PART 3 Careco allowed numerable holiday vacation time for all denominations. Although I’d been given thanksgiving off to spend with my family, Goddess Danielle made sure I never had a day off ever again. I watched hungrily from her dining room window as she exited her car. God, it seemed like her pregnancy had reached it’s ultimatum-only she told me she wasn’t actually pregnant. She still held a beautifully big pot belly, thighs that could choke me out in minutes...then, there was her deadly asscheeks falling behind her. I heard a slight clopping sound from the inside; any polite gentleman could mistake the sound for her high heels. In reality, her asscheeks chunked together with each step, both of them the size of large pillows. It was a wonder she could walk at all with them. She caught me watching, her bright blue eyes shining behind her shades and beautiful blonde hair. The beautiful “mom to be” unlocked the door, whence I pounced. “Hello Paulie,” she said closing the door. I was panting like a dog against her pregnancy pants. She giggled as my nose tried to bury itself in her crack. She helped, stuffing my face in deeper. “Is somebody ready for their Thanksgiving meal? Say please.” My skin itched and my teeth chattered as I muttered the words against her gently expanding asshole. “Mommy can’t hear you,” said the Goddess. She sensually wound her cheeks in a circle...my dick was rock hard. “Please!” I shouted. And there was my reward. FFFBBBRRRAAAALLLLLRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBTTTT! A 10 second fart, full of Taco Bell beef and chicken poured into my skull. It was horrendously smelly-the double edged swords of farts. Yet I sucked in every breathe, mouth and nose, to make sure nothing escaped. She sighed in relief, stroking my head. “Ooohh, Mommy’s been holding that one in for awhile. Oh but there’s more to come, sweetness.” Those words brought joy and despair as I desperately clung to the scent fading away. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I don’t know how it came to me spending my holiday with Goddess Danielle. Or why I was compelled to stick myself within her asscrack every chance I got. PPPPPPPPRRRLLTTTTT! BBBLLLLRRRTT! Two cheesy farts expelled themselves on me; I got my fill, then ran my nose along her asscrack, coating the smell inside me. Danielle laughed. She was naked now, save for an apron she donned for cooking. It even said, “kiss the cook”-I suppose licking every drop of her wet farts counted as well. FFTTRTT! BBTRLLLBT! PPRRMPTT! All farts, of all sizes poured out at all times. She was a gas machine now, farting far more often than I’d experienced with her before. Only now, since she revealed her true Goddess form, I made every chance to engage myself with them. It was like she got me hooked on a drug, a drug that was slowly killing me. I hated every second she was away-yet when she was here, I wished the next fart would just put me out of my misery. FFBBBLLLLOOOOOOTTTT! That was a good one, chunky and full of gravy. She sighed and nuzzled my head inside, making me taste every inch of ass spittle pouring out. “It’s so good to have the family here for the holidays.” she said. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was in a lull as Goddess Danielle ate our Thanksgiving dinner. Maybe it was her 250 pound figure sitting on my skull-or perhaps the fact that I was malnourished beyond belief. Most notably, the mountainous stream of farts pouring from direct contact from her butthole. FFRRRMMMMRRPPTT! PPLLLLLLLLTTTT! The farts singed my eyes and nose hairs as her butthole made contact with my face. Under the darkness I felt it drip ass sweat and juice from over an hour of eating and munching over the kitchen table. Danielle had cooked for an entire family; pot roast, chicken and gravy of course, corn, asparagus, egg nog...all of it went down her gullet. And then, into me. PPPRRLLAAPPBBBBUURRRRTTT! BBBRRRROMMMPPTTT! I moaned as two loud farts momentarily woke me from my fart slumber. Danielle rose as I stirred-she didn’t want me unconscious for the meal. I batted my eyes as a piece of chicken dangled among her gnarled pink asshole. PPTTUUFFFFFFFRRRRR! A sour but gentle fart blew upon the meat strip. I knowingly opened my mouth as the nearly visible fart cloud hung around the meat. Down my gullet it went and down Danielle’s ass returned. FFFBBBBRRROOOOTT! “How’s the chicken, Paulie dear? Did mommy do good?” I could only nod as my teeth struggled to chew around the shit taste. “Mommy” stroked my hair as she lived out her power fantasy and dove into another pile of corn. BBBRRLLLRRRBBBBTTTT! “You know there’s another special day coming up soon sweetie. A day some Goddesses are blessed to enjoy, along with their slaves. Do you want me to tell you about it?” BBBLLLRRRRMMMMMPPTTT! I mumbled incoherently as the asparagus fart blew against my lips. She giggled and wriggled her booty. “Very well. Eat your dinner first, every bite.” She rose again and I saw a spoon full of corn swallowed by her asshole. PING! It exited, corn disappeared. The Goddess spread her asscheeks wide and chuckled. “Here comes the train….” POOOOOTT! PPTLLSSRRBBTT! The farts came in deathly comedy, spilling yellow corn colored ass dribble. I opened my mouth as her asshole prolapsed, ready to fire. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I fucked Danielle’s asshole like a drunken man as she sat on the toilet. It creaked with every thrust, the toilet hardly able to hold her weight anymore. BBBBRRRROOOOOOOTTT! I was scared one more shit would do it in. My dick was expelled with just the force of that fart and I had to take a breather just to endure the smell. Danielle pulled me into her tits as I breathed heavily. “That’s enough my little fart boy. Here, listen close.” I shivered as Danielle pulled me to her growling tummy. PPPPRRROOOOOFFFFFF! “Ohh, do you hear that my little fart boy? Do you feel it? Mommy has been carrying this for so long. Just for you, sweetness.” PPRRRRPPPPTTT! She patted my head, attempting to calm me from the force of the overwhelming shit farts. “There’s a reason why I asked for your help, Paulie. I am a Goddess and I knew from a start that you’d be a very, very good toilet. You’ve cleaned mommy so well so far. Pretty soon, I’ll have you clean me for the last time.” FFFRRRRLL-! “UURGGH! OOHHhhhhhh…” Danielle gripped my ears and thrusted me between her thighs. I couldn’t see much past the ass fat and beyond, but there was her shit. Turtle Headed out it stayed, eerily sucking in and out her asshole, which now had expanded to the size of a household fire alarm. No normal women should have an asshole medically dilated to that size. But Danielle was no normal woman, taking no normal shit. “HHRRGGHH!” It slid further as she grunted again, also subconsciously drawing me closer. “Nuuhh nooo!” was all my broken mind could say. She stopped the shitting and my movement to scratch my head. “Be strong for mommy, Paulie. Soon you’ll learn my true form. And you’ll see much worse than-UGH!-this...hoooahh.” FFRLLLPPTT! The shit was now tunneling along the bowl, so rock hard that it wasn’t even able to break. Within seconds, the entire bowl was filled and had now begun work on the lid. With another grunt, Goddess Danielle stood. With yet another grunt, she still shat, my head tucked between her thighs. PPRRLLLPPPTTTT! I watched in confused horror as the shit came horizontally down, just over my head. Danielle laughed maniacally as I shook; she seemed to have little concern for the mound of poo now covering her bathroom floor. BBBRRRCCHLFFFAPPTBBTTT! An ungodly fart pinched off the last of it, finally. I gasped and sputtered as the shit fart hit my nose, vile as a snakebite. It was a whole level of stink I’d never smelt before. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My mind was still cursed with the shit covering the bathroom floor. The smell, the horrible smell was still engrained in my mind. I didn’t know any creature her size could produce such a pile...it was almost her size! No...now it wasn’t even close. I stared in disbelief at the woman standing above me. She sat down, legs spread apart, trapping me inside. There was Danielle, smiling down, her cheeks neatly spread in full, glorious power. Her withered, gaped asshole stood at my size and I realized that we were now located in her backyard. The smell hit me like a dump truck, for that’s what it was. Danielle’s pulsing asshole still emitted the smell of her last shit, only now with the power of a woman the size of her own house. I knelt and puked on her lawn, which brought booming laughter to Danielle’s lips. “Yes, relieve yourself now, Paulie. You know mommy has.” BBBBBBBRRRTT! Although a small fart for her, this ripper sent me reeling backwards in force and nasal pain. The smell burned my eyes and scorched my brain. “Now we’ve cleared room for one last bite.” I couldn’t scream or protest as Danielle picked me up. Next thing I knew, I saw her tummy through the cracks in her fingers...it was normal sized! The strangeness never ceased as I was slowly ran along her asscrack-she opened her palm, trapping me between her asshole and fingers. “Happy Thanksgiving my stinky little man,” she cooed. “Time to stuff the turkey again!” Slowly, I was swallowed into Goddess Danielle. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I can’t describe much else of my experience. Most of it has been pain. Days and weeks went by as I moved along Danielle’s anal passages. The farts were relentless, horrid, beyond description. Between the noise and smell, I heard voices. “Oh, getting so big Ms. Danielle.” “How soon are you expecting?” “See you around, I hope the pregnancy goes well…”. Bits of driving...plenty of fast food farts. So, I assume she shrunk down to normal form, my body the cause of her digestion. God knows what poor soul was alive to hear me cocking her from the outside. I heard the next gentleman quite clearly. PPRRRRLLOOOOOOTTTT! “Hey, OH GOD THAT SMELLS. Listen lady, I didn’t invite you to stay, I thought I’d help you out with your...oh, hey what are you doing?!” BBRRLLMMMPPPTTT! FFFFLLLBBOOOOOTT! Some other poor soul I could make out, swallowing the taste of her farts...and me. It went on for days...weeks and months. His home became hers as he served her booty. Until one day, she led him into the bathroom. “Oooohh, look what mommy made Craig, just for you.” Next thing I knew I was squeezed out into a new life of sewer drainage of stink, leading to the countless other souls The Mother had touched. |
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