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Late Night Program WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, ANAL VORE, SCAT, AND SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS. READER DISCRETION ADVISED. Karen had been my ex-girlfriend for quite some time now. I don’t remember if things got weird, before or after we broke up. To tell the truth, all I want now is to be as far away from her as possible. BBLLLRRRUULAATTBT! Her fart catapulted into my face, sending me to the back of her panties. She giggled, no doubt enjoying the vibrations between her cheeks with me smacking in between. Geuss I should have mentioned this, but Karen’s a fart Goddess. Trust me, it took me a lot of time to learn her ropes too...I still am. PPTTUURRLLLPPTTTT! “Oh god, Karen! That one was wet as hell!” I yelled. The mayonnaise scented flatulence ravaged my senses. In her all powerful might, I was shrunk to the size of a bottle cap, the perfect firing target for her to practice on. “Oh will you hush Zachy? I just took a shower, they’re going to be a little wet!” FLLRRBBUUTTTTT! She farted with as much concern she put into her response. I gagged, forced to endure her stench while she assembled more snacks….firing power, as it were. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ever since our break up it had been like this. Karen called me to her house, promising me she’d just find me anyway. I knew she would. She’d taunt me with sex for a while, flirt...and then fart, fart, fart… BBRRRMMMPPBTTTTTT! She sighed, as one does when they jump upon the bed, releasing that first round of relaxation gas. She pulled me out of her panties for some fresh air. Great, it was just starting to smell cheesy in there. Speak of the devil, there was Karen, brandishing a tray of cheese, crackers, and pepperoni slices. She released me beneath her booty to grab a glass of wine. I sighed. Karen wasn’t the cutest girl around. She was a big girl, not my first choice, but I was set up through one of her cuter friends. FFTTUURLLLBBBPPOOTTT! It was a ghastly sounding ripped ass she decided to unleash in front of me; she simply sighed, enjoying the five second bout of flatulence shake the bed. Like I said, she was a big girl, with a self esteem that allowed her to show a little less poise and grace then her friends...or decency. She laughed as I breathed in the fumes. “Here, come taste these. It’s the Gilded brand wine set from Kmart. Only 15 bucks!” She grabbed me, lifting her ass fat to hold me just enough not to flatten. BBLLLAAPPPPRRRRRRRTT! As I tasted the cheap meat and dairy flow past I couldn’t help but remember myself actually liking this girl. She was wacky, funny I guess. I took her gas as sort of a joke when we met. “Oh my...god! Fuck!” I screamed, unable to take it. Her fat body shifted, cracking my back and sinking the smell in deeper. “Karen, I need to go home. Enough is enough for tonight!” I pleaded. She sighed, a small fart serving as a proxy for clearing her throat. “Tonight we’re gunna do something different Zachy,” she said, shoving her own face in her stink and smiling at me. “Watch and learn, please.” She giggled and I kind of wished her obnoxious farts replaced her obnoxious laughs. God, how did I ever find her attractive? PPTTRRLLLBBUUUTTTTT! Her rotten hole brought back memories of fucking her. I always loved doing it with the blankets on top, just to escape her smell. FLLAABBBBAATTTTT! That is till she caught on, shoving my face underneath for a dutch oven. “Are you done yet?!” I said between coughs. I saw her frown, then poke my head in deeper. I was now shielded from the outside world in her ass fat. PPRRLLABBBLRLLRLLBBBBBB! “Rude, Zachy. See if you could work on this you still might be my boyfriend!” My fury rose above her noxious bubbly fart. “I BROKE UP WITH YOU, BITCH!” I screamed into her asscheeks. FFLLMRRPPBBOOOOOT!, came my response. I might have addressed a brick wall as it were. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Karen come on...I need to get some sleep.” FFRRBBUULLUUUTT! “Hush, Zachary. You can watch from my butthole is you want to drown out my show.” PPRRRBBOOOTT! Save for the gagging, I was silent. Her snack had now congealed to a raw power of garbage smelling stink. She wasn’t joking about putting me in her asshole trust me. I settled for a devastatingly fat booty crush and a thin shield of underwear. “Welcome to the Goddess Channel. Your one stop shop for Goddess entertainment and pleasure.” My eyes perked up in curiosity as Karen adjusted her booty atop me. I was given some wriggle room...implying I was to watch and suffer equally. “Ok Zachary, watch this! No looking away!” she said. A round of SBD’s began whistling around her pants. Yeah, like I was going to turn my head to get a whiff of that. I watched the television as the logo disappeared. “How many times has this happened to you, fellow Goddesses?” A series of situations appeared, with beautiful young woman covering their mouths. The story was told the same way: PPRRLLBBTT! FFLLBBOOTT! PPRRMMPPT! PUTTOOTTT! The Goddesses all shared a look of shame on their faces as disgusted onlookers diverted their noses. “Ugh, far too often,” said Karen. BBTTUURLLBPPUUPUTTTT! I could feel her gnarled asshole bubble the sour fart upon me: it sounded nothing like the cute little toots these ladies were releasing. I bet they smelled like roses, too. “Well, fear not, fellow Goddesses, from GEN studios comes the first ever silenced buttplug pills!” The commercial had a hand hold up a man...my size, and scared out of his mind. “Karen, what the-” FFLLAARRBBBTTTTT! “Watch!” I did so, horrified as they continued. “Just feed your man the patented shrinking pill and let him do the magic. Application is easy as one, two, three!” The shots followed the narration, having a man shrink before the camera, picked up by a beautiful naked mistress...then, it cut to him being swallowed into her pretty, perfect anus. She pulled up her pants, smiling to the camera. “After that, you’re free to let loose, all day, every day!” The camera zoomed into her booty, x-raying on her pants and ass meat to find a struggling boy stuck inside her pooper. He was not happy. FFBBBAAATT! PPRLLOOT! PPMMMMTTT! I cringed as the small farts brought the man to tears. A cut was released back to the Goddess, walking down the street and enjoying her day throughout a series of hours. That man would be going through hell. “Karen, what are you...what is…” PPRRRAAABBBBBTTTTT! “Zachary, I warned you. Hush.” She only used my full name when she got angry. I was quiet, feeling her fart air coat my skin like a noose. “Once you plug is done for, simply dispose and put a new one in…” “Hey, let me have my fun first!” came a woman’s voice. She smiled at the camera, bending over her toilet bowl. The camera zoomed on her anus as she grunted. PPBBBAAFFFFTTTTTT! The boy slowly slid out her asshole, bleeding, bent and barely human. That image would stick in my mind for eternity...but it wasn’t over. FFBBRRAAARRBBTTTTT! The most horrendous shart sent him into the toilet bowl; quickly, a river of liquid sludge poured down inside. If he wasn’t dead already, he’d be swimming in a pool of rancid feces, with a smell I couldn’t imagine. God bless his soul. The Goddess laughed as she flushed the toilet. “Now I gotta get another one to clean up this mess!” My head was swimming and my ears didn’t work after seeing that. Prices for different sizes came up, an extended warranty, something else, and a slogan. I only snapped out of it when the TV was shut off and I was silent, alone with my ex-girlfriend's giant ass above me. BBRLLLRRBLLAABBRBBRRTTT! “Aaaahhh!” She exclaimed euphorically. She guzzled down the last of her wine and smacked her lips. “So, what’d you think?” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I tried running from my fate. Karen snatched me, sitting on me deeper, burying me under her ass. PPRRLLOOOBBBBTTT! It was hopeless, I was buried and soon my grave would bury me deeper. I resorted to anger, calling her a nasty, disgusting skank bitch. FFTTOOORRRRBBTT! PPRRRAAAAPPBBTT! BBLLLBBBLLLTTTTT! Her farts were fiercer, matching my anger and raising me a concoction of bubbly, dry toots that quelled my words and clouded my brain. My last card I didn’t like playing-but, I resorted to begging for my life. “Karen please, don’t do this! I know I’ve said some things, but this isn’t right you know this! Let me go, please!” PPLLBBBBBBBRRBBTT! I gagged on her nasty toot, before she sent me outside her ass onto the covers. “Zachary, will you shut up and listen? Please!” she said. I sniffled, along with a few coughs. She spread her legs around me, probably trapping me in if I resorted to fleeing again. “You are not going to be my permanent butt plug. For now, at least.” I was met with a mixture of feelings; skepticism, hopelessness, but also joy...fear, and anger. “Zachary I want to take our…’relationship’ to another level. I have been since before we broke up, but you’ve been so...well, you. But now we get a second chance. I believe a connection must be restored to revive a relationship. And that, is what we are going to have.” I yelped as she picked me up, placing me inside her panties. The previous stink loomed like a bear in hibernation. I panicked. “Shhh, don’t worry, you’re not getting shoved in my anus. That is, if you do a good job. Zachary, you’re sleeping with me tonight, in my ass. To show you’re really sorry, you’re going to suck up every fart so I don’t smell a thing come morning. Any questions?” PPTRRLLUUURRPPBBTT! I could have asked a million of my billions of questions as she released her stale fart. But as it hung around my atmosphere, I realized this was less of a choice for her and more of a demand. “No...I don’t.” “You sure? Because there’s a catch. If you don’t smell all my farts, I know you won’t love me. And if you don’t love me...well…” FFWWWRAAAABBBPPTTTT! “You’re worth no more than a buttplug. Got it?” The meaty, spice fart shot around her right cheek where I lay, perfectly capturing my delima. She was inescapable. I heard her sniff. “Zachary, that means now.” I got to sniffing. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When I heard Karen’s sleep farts for the first night I couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t a joke, clearly-who farts this loud and this long and for all night?! PPSSSSAARRRRTT! Ok, so clearly she must be doing it to antagonize me. That’s what I thought for the majority of my relationship. But why? I wasn’t treating her wrong, in any way! PPRRRAAAPPBBTTTT! “Oh, christ!” I turned my head to bury it in her underwear. Her ass roared behind me, instructing me like a slave driver to return to my duties. I covered my nose, peering into her asshole in the darkness. BBLLLOOOOTT! It winked sinisterly at me, almost playing games. Perhaps Karen was a normal girl, simply possessed by an ass with a knack for torturing young boys like myself. Karen turned, now smushing me between her mattress and ass fat. FFBBRRLLAABBTTTT! It sure seems like my theory was gaining weight. Hours, literally hours of smelling her farts at point blank range. Karen had held me for an evening, but she allowed me to clear my head and go home when she was finished with me. And, yes, ‘finished’ with me sure described her attitude quite well. PPPSSSSAHHHRRAPPBB! Her asshole sung a rank tune against my skull and I had enough. Slowly, I wiggled free, sitting beneath her thigh. It still smelt of her dutch oven skills, but now I had somewhat better breathing capacity. FLLRRBBRLLRRBBLLOOTT! I turned back, watching her ass jiggle as the bubbly toot flew across her panties. She looked disgusting from this angle, her thigh fat formed above me and leading towards her stinkholes of doom. I cursed myself for ever becoming desperate enough to fuck her. Or even be in the same room with her. PPPLLLLLLPPPBBTT! FFRRRRBBBAAATTTTTT! PPTTUURRRLLBBTT! BBRRRAAMMBBPPTTT! Her ass hummed a song of stink like I’ve never seen before. One big, greasy fart after another. I ducked my head as she turned, laying now to her right side. She moaned and I saw her stir...oh god, it smelled like shit down here! I sprinted across the covers diving along her opening and slowly wedged to find her asscrack. I gagged. The successive farts had built up to a sauna of rank gas circulating her hole. It actually looked to be a light stinky steam surrounding her asshole in a haze. I heard a yawn...then, her pants were touched by her hands, drawn apart. I dove into the stinky minefield, putting my nose to work. The covers were pulled back...I didn’t look back, just buried my face directly into her anus. PTTUURRLLRBBBTTTT! The strong fart brought tears to my eyes and it took all my abilities to not puke as her butthole kissed my face. I heard laughter. “Yawn...keep it up Zachary...my little fart sniffer.” Her underwear sealed back in her stink. Then, her hand found me amidst her underwear, pushing me against her farthole. PPRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! As the eggy gas gently poured, I felt those same emotions from before surfacing. Only now, they came only for a second each as the gnarly gas pulled at my senses. I was frightened as her fart sent me to sleep. Then, I was angry it had put me to sleep. Then, deep sadness came. Surprisingly after that...longing for more. |
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