Goddess Rosalyn and the Pants of Enchantment
by American Wonton

WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS FART FETISHISM, FART DOMINATION, AND POOP FETISISHM. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

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I stared in amazement as Goddess Rosalyn put on her black yoga pants. She bent down to grab them. God look at that butt! Perfectly tan and thick. If it wasn’t so terrifyingly huge, it would be beautiful. I know what she can do with that butt. Her ass is huge, enveloping my entire head inside. The smell makes me think her ass once belonged to an elephant; it doesn't help that she is a size and a half of me.

Goddess Rosalyn put the yoga pants on. Left cheek in. Wiggle wiggle wiggle. Right cheek in. Wiggle wiggle wiggle. It was like her ass was eager with excitement. It had a personality of it’s own...and that personality was evil. “Are you ready my little fart slave?” she asked? I was given no time to answer. She turned and walked towards me, ripping a HUGE fart to scare me. FFFAAAAAAAAAAAALLLPPPBBBTTTTTTTTTTT it went, and the smell hit my nose like a freight train. Chili and milk...her favorite. I was already coughing before she handed me my gas mask.

Oh the gas mask. She had been talking it up for the past 10 minutes. It led directly to her yoga pants… her ‘pants of enchantment’ she called them. “As you can see slave,” Goddess Rosalyn elaborated, “ these pants are slim fit to allow even the greasiest of farts to be trapped in my pants...the only way out is to you.” She smacked her powerful behind; a sound emanated for 5 whole seconds around the dungeon...I was scared. Goddess Rosalyn knew my fear and she craved for it. “Now, most slaves find it preferable to look at my butt while they do this. It gives them a sense of ‘masculinity’, per say.” Goddess Rosalyn pronounced the word masculinity with the same disgust I would pronounce Barbie dolls. She tapped my balls for emphasis and I yelped, paying close attention. “ Now, I will allow this ludicrous behavior, but I will not tolerate an inch of your manhood. If this goes up,” Goddess Rosalyn slowly ran her finger across my penis and I gasped. She smiled. “If this goes up, you go down.” FFFFRRRRAAAARRRRTTTTTTTTT! I coughed and Goddess Rosalyn turned around. Our session with the Pants of Enchantment had begun.

The previous fart gave me glimpses of my time with her. The gas mask covered my mouth and nose; I was breathing in nothing but fart. My breaths became short and desperate.PPPLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAPPPPTTTTT! Even MORE short and even MORE desperate. RRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPBBBBBTTTTTTTTT! Now that was a long one! I couldn’t take it, this was too much for me. Goddess Rosalyn sighed euphorically. I took her advice and stared at her gorgeous ass. BLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAARRRRRPPPPP! A bassy fart escaped her backside. I tried focusing on her butt, but the smell was too much. I wondered how a gorgeous creature like her could produce a smell so nasty. PPPPPRRRRRRRTTTTTTT! Her enormous backside gave me the answer.

I gagged and focused harder on Goddess Rosalyns butt. Her pants accentuated the crease in her yoga pants. God I wish I could stick it in her. But that was crazy. I doubt my dick could even penetrate her with those mounds of flesh. PPPPPPPOOOOOOOOOT! Oh yeah, there was also the smell. I’ve had Goddess Rosalyn shake me from me sex stupor with her ass...it wasn’t a pleasant picture.

After 5 minutes of pure methane, eggs, and god knows what else, I began to lose my sense of self. Time seemed to go slower and slower. Looking at her ass just wasn’t working. I felt sick. Her farts were too strong at this impact. Goddess Rosalyn started lecturing me. “...so you see slave, different positions can actually indicate the smell of the fart. You tell me, what do you think is coming up next.” I watched as she bent, face to the floor and her ass pointed at me. God she was hot..I was mesmerized. “Ummm, well… I don’t-” BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBTTTTTT! The force made me puke inside my gas mask...it still didn’t overpower her fart. “Too late slave, let’s try this one.” Goddess Rosalyn laid on her side; her butt still eyed me curiously. I eyed back. Her yoga pants were stretching and I could see the underlying of her ass. She wasn’t wearing panties, of course. Her butthole was even visible. It was pulsing furiously, holding it all in, waiting patiently for my answer. I seized the opportunity. “It’s a cheese fart!”I yelled. Goddess Rosalyn looked at me and smiled. She disconnected the hose from her pants. RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPTTTTT! Oh my god, it all hit my face. I had nothing left to puke so I just gagged. I was right about the cheese. I could taste it on my mouth. Thank god the hose was disconnected, but I still got most of the blast.

“Good work fart boy. We shall now move onto our next task.” Goddess Rosalyn took off her Pants of Enchantment. They were stained with booty juice and the smell of farts clung heavily to them. I slumped in relief but Goddess Rosalyn stood over me. Hungry, happy, and fierce looking. “Sit up” she said gently. I obeyed, knowing a harsher punishment would follow. “Arch your neck, open your mouth.” she commanded. I obeyed, tears streaming down my face. I watched as Goddess Rosalyn spread her booty cheeks. She carefully, meticulously aligned her butthole with my mouth. I watched it descend on me with horror and resignation. She sat on my face. I heard every neck muscle in me crack. It was like having a rhino sit on me.
Nothing for 10 seconds. Just me crying and her butthole pulsing in and out with my mouth. prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr….that was it? I mean, swallowing an SBD was nasty, but that was it? I felt something on my tongue...then my cheek….and down my throat. Goddess Rosalyn sighed in relief, then readjusted and grunted again in effort. She was SHITTING down my throat. I panicked and hyperventilated. “Don’t struggle, toilet. Take deep breaths and follow my instructions very carefully.” Goddess Rosalyn grunted again. She pinched the turd loose in my mouth. It was full to the brim. “Chew and swallow slave. Chew and swallow.” Goddess Rosalyn commanded.

This sick disgusting bitch. It was like having ass cement in my mouth. My eyes burned and I fear I would never taste again. I couldn't puke. She may become insulted and make me eat that too. Finally I finished. Goddess Rosalyn descended on me again. I tried to resist. “Accept your Goddess’ gift slave. You will be rewarded.” I stopped resisting. What choice did I have? Her butthole opened again. BBBBBBBLLLLLAAAARRRRRTTT! The fart echoed harshly against the insides of my mouth. The smell clung to my every senses. A steady pool of diarrhea followed. It was easier to swallow, but the smell was MUCH harder to bear. 45 solid.,(or not so solid) seconds later, she rose off me. I collapsed, defeated. Goddess Rosalyn moaned and spread her ass cheeks. “Boy, you forget your place! What do you do after you finish your dinner? Why you clean your plate!” I looked up defeated. Her butthole was shit stained to the brim and she was flexing it for me, taunting me to dig in. RRRRRRRAAPPPPPTTT! Specks of shit flung at me and she laughed. I had no choice….she knew that. I tongued her butthole as the taste clung to me. I knew I was at my basest form now. She had reduced me to nothing and I was nothing to her. I was a toilet, no longer a man. I finished and she threw me aside to the ground. “Good work my little toilet. Now there is the manner of your reward.”

Goddess Rosalyn sits on my lap, her face towards mine. I looked into her gaze. She was so beautiful all considered. PLLLLLLAAAAAARRRTTT! She farted on my cock, then rose allowing me to stew in her stink. “Think of that when you masturbate to me tonight.” Goddess Rosalyn smacked her cheeks, blew me a kiss, and left me to wallow in my misery. I slowly began rubbing one out.