Mansion of the Fart Tank
by AmericanWonton

WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS THE AMERICAN WONTON USUAL. READER DISCRETION ADVISED!

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PART 1

The two worthless whelps saved each other the helpless looks. From nightfall they’d been chained to their spots…and on the next nightfall, they’d stay there, all at the direction of the Goddess.
The one called Miley Cyrus drew a harsh breath. Her world revolved around an array of echoes amidst the plastic coating. Her steady breaths echoed in her ears…the taste of the times before were echoing within her brain. Her head was eternally tilted up by the chains around her neck and chest; it was the only direction that served a purpose. She was no longer Miley Cyrus…or a human, for that matter. Toilet, was what she was addressed as…when the Goddess entered, it would remain so.
Outside the chair was Gwen Stefani, now known as cock polisher. The name suited her well…but she despised the action behind it. Her heart thumped in tune to the Goddess and her footsteps down the hall. She drew quick, panicked breaths, relishing the fresh air. Her fingers twitched behind her back; her arms were defenseless, bound behind her. She closed her eyes, hearing the door pushed open. The cock polisher tried to blink away her tears, listening to the powerful being strut around the table. The cock polisher looked, as the powerful thighs had turned in her direction. She held back a small whimper, seeing the limp head of the Futa cock sway gently, caught up in the previous motion. “Dinner is served,” the two whelps heard above them, as the Goddess jokingly placed her dinner tray on the table. The cock polisher turned her head, catching a massive pair of cock and balls mush into the wood as the Futa Goddess leaned in. The Goddess walked around, perching her mighty figure above her seat. “Hmmmmm,” she mused, gently molding her buttocks onto the carpeted lid. “Lick,” she said simply, spreading her large, plump thighs to allow her limp nutsack in view. The cock polisher scooted forward, her lips trembling as the penis gently twitched in anticipation. So then, their servitude in the Mansion of the Fart Tank would begin again.

BBBBBTRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUTTT! “Ahh!” the Futa Goddess exclaimed. Her dry toot would sour the entire room, would it not be for her two slaves underneath the table and chair. Gwen was fortunate enough to be caught outside; she set to work licking the Futa’s cock, burying her head inside the nutsack for protection against the smell. The one called Miley had a different task…and she wasn’t as lucky.
FFFRRRRRMMMMMBBTTUUUUUOOUUT! PPPPPPRRRRAAAAPPPPTTTTTT! Two toots lent out the empty variety of the Goddess’s stomach onto her lips and nostrils. The toilet girl sniffed, as instructed. They were garden variety farts…at least for the Goddess. Simply a warmup to empty her stomach for the meal. PPPPPAATTTTTTOOOOOOOOTTTT! The toilet girl winced, as the dark pink anus flittered wildly along her eyelids. “Lick,” the Futa Goddess instructed, moving her legs to further open her asscheeks. The toilet did so, slowly strumming her anus with her tongue. Her taste buds were met with dry sweat and a host of fecal matter the Goddess had no will to wipe away. BBBBRRRRAAAAATTTUOUUUUUUTTTT! “Ahhh….what do you say, toilet?” came her angelic voice from above. The toilet recovered herself as the fart clung to her throat. “Thank you, Goddess,” she finally got out. A spoon could be heard clanking as she dug into her lentil soup. A host of dishes still awaited her on the tray…all soon to be delivered to her toilet.
The cock polisher strummed gently along each testicle, pacing herself. “She will be much gentler this time,” her thoughts assured her. “Just be good…take as much as you can. She promised you’d always-“. FFFBBBBBBBBBBBBRRMMPPTTRAUUTT! The Futa Goddess sighed, reaching a hand down to shove her cock polisher into the toilet seat. The two girls coughed together, sharing a bean and beef soup toot that tortured both body and spirit. The cock polisher let out a small cry, feeling a twinge along her neck. “Ohhh…you better be hungry, cock polisher,” spoke the Goddess. “Your Goddess has had a long day…and she has so much to share with you.” BBBBBBBRRRROOOOOOOOOOOTTTT! The cock polisher gagged, feeling the nutsack slap in her face as the toot battered their faces as well. “Ye-yes Goddess,” she called out. Her head was pulled out, stuck amidst the chains. Before her was the budding cock of the Goddess…her small chub came out as wide as any man she’d ever seen. The Goddess laid a hand down to lightly tug on the chain…dragging her slave forward and reminding her of the task ahead. The girl once called Gwen Stefani whimpered as she stuck her tongue out along the Goddess’s head. It twitched slightly, growing another inch, as the cock polisher hit her urethra.

There could be no reflection on their mistakes that led them to this…only fear. BBBBBBRRRAAAMMMPUUUURRTTT! PPPAATTTOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTT! The girl’s inhaled both fart and cock smell, staring at their daunting tasks with an unfulfilled promise-they would survive. PPPPSSSTTTARRRRRAAAAAAATTTTTT! The Goddess dove into dishes of sliced roast beef with pickles, curry and rice, egg and bean salad, with pudding for dessert. She ate slowly, gaining strength in her bowels as hips. “You two are going to last me a long time,” she told them, raising a leg and shoving them into the bowl to share a beefy toot. BBBBBBBBBBBTTTRRRRRRRUUUUTTTT! “Oaaahhhh!....I promise you that, haha.” The girls sniffled, trying their hardest to survive under the Futa Goddess. She’d always promised them that…she also told them she went through slaves like toilet paper. It was always hard to convince themselves they were different…or that they’d want to BE any different than the last slaves.
The Futa drew the one called Gwen Stefani out amidst her penis. “Suck,” the Goddess demanded of her slave. The cock polisher was in tears, watching the rod of penis twitch amidst her cheekbones. It had the length of her own arm, along with the width. She was still sniveling as the head of the Futa penis filled her open mouth entirely. PPPTTTUOURRPPTTUPAUUTTPUUPATT! The Futa released a rugged, wet fart, drawing a cry of disgust from her toilet below…and a cry of surprise from her cock sucker above. The girl tried not to chomp down in fear…her jaw quivered as the Goddess led a hand beneath to grip the back of her head, gently. “Shhhh,” she cooed. Her other hand welded the fork into another bite of food. Without warning, her hand on the girl pushed forward, skewering her throat with her penis. “OOAHKK!” the cock polisher cried. Her repertory system failed, up until about a small sliver. She’d been trained to use her nose with her mouth being so ineffectual. She was only allowed a small gasp as the Goddess led her head out…then, sharply back in. BBBBBBBBTTTTTTOOOOIIIIITTT! PPTTOUATTOUUAOATTUUAOUTUTTT! She farted carelessly, giving little attention to the choking girl beneath her. “Oaahhh…come on now, cock sucker.” She instructed. Her hand was led off the girl’s throat-and now it was time to have the girl learn her own rhythm. The cock polisher spat and gave a small, snot filled whimper, as she allowed her own throat to open itself to the mighty cock around her.

The one called Miley Cyrus fared no better. BBBBBRRRUUUULLLLTTTSSUUTT! PPPRRROOAOOPPTTOOPPTTTT! The farts became wetter with her own saliva. PPOOTTIIRROSOSSPPRRUUUTTOUTT! They became even sicklier with the digested food, poisoning the bowels of the Goddess with their textured flavors. BBBBRRRUUUOOOUPUUUTTTTT! “Lick harder,” the Futa Goddess instructed, pouring fart after fart into her open mouth. PPPPPPRRRRRUUUTTTTSSSTTT! BBBBBRAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTPPPPTT! The toilet gagged and cried out as the monstrous farts filled her mouth. Her tongue wagged incessantly amidst the mighty asshole…never keeping pace with the mighty vibrations.
She tasted everything. BBRRRRTTTOOOOOOOOTTTT! The steamy, salty contents of the soup. FFRRIIPUUURSSSLLRRSSSSSTTTT! There was the egg and bean salad, adding a moist, runny slime to all her farts. PPPPPPSSSSSOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSS! A silent fart led out a hint to the following flavor…her main course. The Goddess moaned deeply, pushing her anus out amidst the toilet’s face. “Did I instruct you to stop?” asked the Futa. The toilet girl noticed she had stopped, taking in the rank heat around her, the gags from the cock polisher above…and the sound of her own willpower, depleting. “Lick!” the Goddess demanded. “Ooaahhh!” Her anus begun to surge forward, with a dark brown moisture the toilet knew all too well. Her asshole kept it there, budding in and out…still asking for the touch of her tongue. The toilet hesitantly came forward, licking around the edges of her asshole…still sparing herself from the taste. FFFLLLRRPPPRIPPAAARRPPPPPTTTT! Another fart pushed the log of feces forward…and then she could ignore it no longer, taking up the entire circumference of the Goddess’s asshole as she pushed.
“Oooaahhhh….”. The Goddess pushed slowly, enjoying the pressure as well as the struggles and gags of her toilet beneath. She took small bites while she pushed, taking great enjoyment in her chocolate pudding. BBBRRRUUUAAOOOPPAAOOTTTT! The toilet gagged on her expelled log, still whole as she tried to usher it down her throat. Time was of the essence. The Goddess was not patient and her grunts brought out another bout of logs she would have to endure.

The cock polisher would not wish her task on anyone. Hearing the cries and chewing of the toilet, however…her mind told her to switch. “How…how could it be any worse than this?” she asked herself. The Futa Goddess proved her point, sighing to bring a hand down and grip the back of her head.
The arms of the Goddess poured themselves into the girl, now struggling as the full length of her cock was introduced to her mouth. “Ahhhhh! Ohhhhh…..”. The cock polisher could feel the penis push out her chest as it poured into her esophagus. There was no relief as her face met the groin, stuffed between the toilet lid and her bludgeoning shart. PPPPRRRBBBBSSSTTUUARRPUUSSPOUTTT! The toilet moaned, as her mouth was filled with liquid feces she was struggling to swallow. Amidst the testicles, the cock polisher could just make out her chin with shit dribbling on the sides. The Goddess would surely reprimand them both should too much escape. “Ahhhhh!” the Goddess exclaimed, drawing the cock polisher out to her head. Her lungs struggled to draw in air as the penis was soon put back inside. “Ooooaahh! Mmhhhmmm…”. The Futa let her hand lead the head, in and out, fully. The pace was far beyond what the girl was prepared for…as were the liquid sharts her nostrils were allowed to breathe with her throat full of the Futa cock. PPRSSHHSHSRRMMPPSSOOMMAPPTTTT! BBRRRUUSSSHSRROROAAMMPAPPARTTTTT! The lack of clean air brought her world to swirls. Surely she would die this time….surely. At the next thrust, the Goddess exclaimed, drawing a sharp toot from her bowels as the girl slid up to her ballsack. FFFTTTTOOORRSSSMMMPPAABBUUAATTT! Poo splashed her face from the outside.
On the inside, she could feel the veins throbbing as the Futa cock spent itself inside her. Her stomach was pumped directly with the buckets of cum. All the mess was neatly contained, a series of painful contractions for the girl…and a simple moan of pleasure from the Goddess as she slowly brought out her penis.

The girl once known as Gwen Stefani felt the head of the penis burst her lips with a sickening “SHLOP!” She fell back, the chain suspending her gasping, open mouth between the Goddess’s thighs. BBBBBBBTTTTTTUURRPPUUPUUTTT! “Lick,” came the command, as her greasy toot battered the toilet bowl. There was a series of gurgles and mushing sounds…along with another rugged shart. PPTTURUSSHSHHOOUUUUUUTTTT! “Lick!” came the demand, much harsher. The cock polisher trembled, as a foot kicked her right breast. “Congratulations, slave. You’ve been temporarily promoted to toilet paper.”
The toilet paper gasped as the Goddess leaned backward, exposing her shit streak asscrack. PPLLLLLOOIIRRTT! Just a small fart had her sickly, watching the once tight pink pucker gauge forth in a horrendous brown and red gaped hole. The girl once called Miley Cyrus was still gagging; her entire face was covered in feces, along with a large log still prying her mouth open wide. Upon the sight, the toilet paper puked…no, she belched a healthy heaping of Goddess cum onto her fellow slave. The Goddess laughed aloud. “An interesting trick, slave,” she noted. “But that is my task. YOUR task, is to lick me clean. Now.” BBBBBRRRRRRUUUUUUUUTTTTTT! A much harsher fart sent digested poo particles bursting into her face. The young girl gagged, leaning forward to bury herself in the familiar nest of the Goddess testicles. But they’d shrunk much small since her erection…and were also coated with her feces. “I know you’re new to this,” spoke the Goddess. “But it’s best to clean the plate before you eat your desserts, dear.” The toilet paper cried aloud as a hand drug her down to the shit-streaked landscape.
A half hour went by before the job was done. She no longer envied the work of the toilet…in fact, she dreaded ever sharing part of it. The toilet paper guzzled each wet particle of shit until she felt her stomach would burst. BBBBBBBSSSTTTOOOOOOSSRRSSSSSS! The Goddess sighed, rising as her silent fart exited her clean butthole. The toilet paper caught all the rugged egginess in her mouth. Clean asshole or not…it was a mouthful. The Goddess stood above the wretched pair of slaves, panting heavily as she looked down angrily upon them. “This meal was…satisfactory, at best,” she spoke. “But I expect, excellence slaves. Perhaps you shall go to the dungeon tomorrow. I have someone who will teach you this strive for excellence.” The one called Gwen Stefani yelped as the Goddess’s hand shoved her into the toilet seat lid. “But for now, help your sister chew, slave. I will move you soon and I want that lid to be spotless for the next slave.”
The Goddess left, leaving the slave sisters to stare into each other’s eyes. The toilet’s eyes were slowly fading…the toilet paper’s eyes were slowly budding with tears as the rank poo hit her face.

PART 2

“Worthless,” came the words of the Goddess. The girl once called Gwen Stefani snapped awake-her sister beneath her was still struggling to adjust to the light as Gwen’s face was pulled from the toilet seat. “That’s right…,” Gwen’s addled mind thought. “She’s the toilet…I am but the toilet paper…or, cock polisher…or…worthless.” The Goddess let the slave girl’s face fall as she turned to seat herself on the lid.
BBBBBLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTT! PPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTT! Her enormous buttcheeks fired immediately. The toot brought out a scream from the girl once called Miley Cyrus…now the toilet of the Goddess. FFBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT! PPPTTTOORRLLLAAUUOUTBBRTT! BBBRRRUUUTTTPAAOOTTPOAATTTT! The Goddess grunted, clearly bringing out anything she could summon. Even after the screams stopped, her booty roared onto the toilet lid. PPPPRRRAATURPRRRUURRPUTUTT! “Ahhh!” the Goddess exclaimed, scooting the seat out for more room. That room was used for the budding erection her cock held, as she furiously stroked. “You worms can’t even eat a small bit of my dinner?” the Goddess taunted, rising slightly off her chair. “You can’t even lick up my scraps! What use do I have for you then? What value can I find?” The cock polisher yelped as her chain was tugged…and slowly undone at the Goddess’s fingertips. “Your mouths are too pathetic to clean up my waste,” she directed. “So for now…perhaps we will make use of a different hole, hmmm?” The cock polisher screamed, as her erect penis battered her in the face. She tried to scurry away, before the Futa Goddess had her drug to the top of the table.
It was blinding light…more than the underside of the dining room table had ever allowed. The girl thrashed wildly, as the Futa Goddess exerted little effort to spread the girl’s legs and position her might member. It was only a second where the cock polisher could feel the imbalance of her small asshole to the Goddess’s penis head. Then, her shaft…further…then, further, as she continued to scream. All the way until the Futa ballsack slapped against her tiny rump. The Futa Goddess laughed and rose-her mighty muscles kept the girl screaming, hoisted above atop her penis as she sat back onto the toilet seat lid. The cock twitched eagerly at her cries, seemingly pleased at the attention it got.

The cock polisher stirred awake. She was thankful for the cold, bleak darkness. She flexed, feeling her thighs still intact and her innards, well…not screaming. It was all a horrible nightmare…slowly coming to a head once more.
There was a stirring around her. The cock polisher moved to the cell bars beside her…and saw the toilet, in a cell almost adjacent to her. They shared no words, only the weary connections in their tired eyes. The toilet girl looked terrible. It seems she attempted to either wipe or eat away the poo…not expertly, depending on where those brown streaks would lead on her forehead. “Where?” the toilet girl asked simply. They heard another stirring…and saw a pair of eyelids tower over them as the figure stood in the adjoining cell between them.
She was massive. Not built like a Goddess, per say…but rather, a crude attempt to best one. The beast of a woman had muscles and veins intertwined at every angle, bulging at the slightest step as she walked to the cock polisher’s cell bars. Matted brown hair and dark green eyes seethed into the young girl’s soul as the She Beast growled up. “Shut up. She is coming.” With that, the She Beast turned to seat herself in the middle of her cell. The outline around her indicated it was her continual presence. The two girl’s stared, amazed at the naked creature before them. “W-who’s coming?” the toilet girl asked. “SHUT UP!” replied the She Beast, snapping her head and throwing a nearby pebble at the toilet girl. Slowly, the footsteps pounded above them…circling overhead. There was humming…a familiar, jovial humming. The roof in the She Beast’s cell separated, shining a light from above. “Good morning, slaves,” came the voice of the Futa Goddess. She walked towards the edge, placing a chair with two translucent slips to hold aloft her mighty rump. Her limp cock dribbled down amidst her spread thighs, dangling happily as she looked down into the cell. “She Beast…have you met your new neighbors?” BBBBBRRRRTTTTTOOOOOOOTTTTTTTT! The two girl’s bowed their heads in fear and shame. The She Beast rose, taking in the bacon and ranch scented toot as it wafted gently onto her face. “Yes Goddess,” spoke the She Beast. “I don’t like them.”
The Goddess laughed. Between her thighs was a remote, which she pressed and threw to the side. A metal bar slowly begun to extend amidst the open hole. “Beast, am I supposed to care what an inadequate servant like yourself thinks?” the Futa Goddess asked. FFFFBBBBBBBBTTTTRRRRRRTTTT! PPPPTTTTTRRUTTOAUUTTT! The She Beast stared only into her spread buttcheeks, poking out the dark pink anus as it bulged out the flavor of the Goddess. “No,” the She Beast addressed her booty. “Correct,” the Futa went on. “These girls are here to learn from their incompetence. Serve well, for they could learn a thing or two. Coming from such a failure, perhaps they will possess the nobility to ascend past their titles…maybe even past yourself?” This brought out the only emotion from the She Beast as she clenched her fists and grunted. “NO!” she shouted up into the booty. The Futa Goddess laughed. “Then lick,” she commanded. The She Beast roared, jumping onto the bars as the Goddess unleashed a harsh toot to greet her. BBBBRRRRRRRPPPAABBRRUUAPAUUTTPUATTTT!

The anal flesh would have seared the girl’s minds. The Goddess sighed, relieving an entire breakfast burrito onto the lips of the She Beast. She made no noise, as her tongue dove into the farting hole. The Goddess peered down to either girl, smiling devilishly. “Down,” she commanded. And so the She Beast fell, grunting as she begun to cross her knees and bend her ankles up. “Up,” the Futa Goddess commanded. Up she came, meeting another fart from the Goddess. PPPPSSSSSOOORRRSSOSOOSOOSRSMMM! The She Beast huffed indignantly, taking an eggy fart with stride as her arms and thighs bulged beneath her. The abdomen crunched together in a display of power, while her lats strung themselves in heat to keep her muscles afloat before the soft booty cheeks above her. The Goddess sighed in relief, stroking her cock. “Are you watching, girls?” she asked. “THIS is how you service a Goddess.” BBBBBRRRLLLLLLLLRRRRTTTTT! PPRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOTTT! “Hmmm…or at least, begin to. Down.” The She Beast fell again…this time grunting in anger and depressing the muscles out.
“Up,” the Goddess commanded. The She Beast came, staying upright for longer as the toots fell majestically out the Goddess and her poophole. BBBBTTRRRRROOOOOOOOOTTTT! PPRRRRRUUUUUUUOUUUTTTTT! The She Beast sloppily licked, practically chomping on the butthole as it pursed out to defy her. Her arms stayed silent as her abdomen kept the brunt of the weight on her chest. PPPLLLLSSSTTTOORROPPRROOOUUTTTT! The She Beast ate her own slobbering spittle as the Goddess farted it into her mouth. At one junction, the She Beast pursed her lips along the Goddess’s asshole, holding them in an eternal kiss. PPPIIRRPIIOTTTIIOPOOARRIIIIATTT! “Ahhhh…down,” said the Goddess. Reluctantly, the She Beast fell again, disdained her place hold was relinquished. The Goddess rose, eyeing the three slaves beneath her. “Are you watching, whelps?” she addressed the two girls. They nodded in unison. “That was a question, expecting an answer from your filthy mouths,” she corrected. “Yes Goddess!” they sang out. She smiled admiring their response. “Good,” she told them. “Learn well from this. You’ll be down here a long time, until you can prove yourself worthy to be released. Isn’t that right, little whore?” Now she addressed the She Beast, panting slowly as the Futa Goddess sat forward, her erect penis dangling in front of her. “Up, whore,” the Goddess commanded. Up went the She Beast, pursing her mouth on a new target.
This one she seemed to actually struggle with. Her neck muscles bulged with stress as she forced the cock down her throat…all while pushing all the way up to the Goddess’s nutsack. “Oaahhh!” The Goddess cried in pleasure. “Good little whore.” The cock polisher turned away in horror…even past the massive chest line, she could see the cock tear into the She Beast’s esophagus. “Down,” the Goddess commanded. The She Beast gagged as she slid off, gulping in large chunks of air. BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRTTTTTT! PPPPPRRRRRRRUUOOUUUTTT! The Goddess laughed, watching her stink pour down into the pit. “Up,” she spoke again, having the She Beast coat her cock. This time she held the She Beast’s head in place, looking into the cock polisher’s eyes with glee. The She Beast laid out a series of struggled breaths as she held herself there. Her fingers quickly readjusted themselves as she attempted to keep herself upright. The Goddess sighed gently, none too caring of her need for air. “Down,” she finally said, eyes rolling as the She Beast smacked her chin on the bar. “Up,” came the command. The She Beast grunted, furious at her own demise.

It went on. The encouragement never came from the Goddess…even when the most pleasurable cries poured past her wondrous lips. “Up…down….up…ooaahhh!” The Goddess shoved the She Beast’s head deeper against her cock. “There!” she screamed at the sweaty, trembling woman on the bar. “You will never leave here if you don’t work, whore! Get down!” The Futa Goddess practically shoved the She Beast off her cock as she rose. The She Beast grunted angrily as she fell beneath the bars. The Goddess chuckled, turning to seat her rump down at them. “You see girls? No Goddess has room for incompetence…no matter the skill level. Up, my little whore.” BBTTRRFFRRRTT---TTPPLLTT! Now it was time for the toilet girl’s face to sour, as the wretched fart stretched the anus towards another hideous magnitude.
The girl puked, as the She Beast rose, all the same. She roared, opening her mouth as the first log poked onto her panting tongue. The Goddess sighed as her butthole pushed…and her hand slowly stroked her member. PPTTHCOORRHHOOTTTT! A sickly fart pinched the first log to dangle outside the She Beast’s lips. She chewed furiously…at a pace completely foreign to either girl. The Goddess pooped at no leisurely rate, either. She moaned deeply, her logs pouring onto the She Beast struggling to stay aloft and chew. Shit poured like a freight train onto her lips, while her legs seemed like they’d tear apart at the seams. The She Beast fell slightly, only to grunt with a mouth full of shit and readjust her sweaty grip on the bar. BBBBBTTLLRRRPPRMPPTTOOOTTT! The Goddess pinched off the 10th and final log of shit; the She Beast shuffled, expertly swallowing the last bits of feces and chomping on the landing shit as it rolled around the side of her face. “Ahhhh…” the Goddess sighed, rising to look at her slave desperately trying to stay aloft. The She Beast’s arms were slowly falling as she struggled to eat and chew…and lift. The Futa Goddess rolled her eyes. “Down, whore.” Down the She Beast went, still trying to hold to poo in her mouth.
The Goddess bent her cock at the poor soul, stroking and watching as she struggled to stay aloft. “Your efforts are lackluster slave,” she told the She Beast. “Do you even wish to leave here? It seems you don’t even LIKE the taste of my booty?” BBBBBTRRSSLLPPPOOOOTTT! The wet fart sounded off as the Futa stroked. The She Beast peered up with angry eyes…as she almost finished the shit. The Goddess smiled. “Open.” The She Beast did so, gurgling on the mushed poo beneath her teeth. The Goddess stroked faster…quickly orgasming onto the face of the She Beast. The cock polisher looked away, hearing the slaps of cum squirt onto the face and body. She’d never seen such an amount…she’d certainly tasted it all, however. That and the shit would drive her insane.
The She Beast eventually finished her meal…as the Goddess spent her last, rubbing out the remaining cum into the pit. The Futa Goddess sighed, seating her spread booty back into the chair. “Up,” she commanded, adding a gaped shart into the mix. BBBRRFFRRASSTATTTATURPPTT! The She Beast rose, coated in sweat and cum to dive her tongue along the asscrack. The Goddess spoke down into the pit, addressing the girl’s beneath her. They both had resided to tears, stricken with the horror above them. “I am rewarding of my slave’s efforts,” the Goddess told them. “My booty and balls require your entire attention. The road here will be rough, admittedly. But you are deserving to try your best and suffer for your efforts, worms. Perhaps you might someday reach the heights of this one, here.” The Goddess stroked the matted hair of the She Beast, sending her another rank blast of drying shit and ass spittle. FFRRRBBSSPPPPPSSARRTUAPOOTTUUATTTT! “Oaaahhhh,” the Goddess sighed. “Down, whore.”
The She Beast fell, this time collapsing on the floor with a tired gasp. She rolled in agony, massaging her aching muscles. The Goddess laughed. “Don’t scrape off my gift, slave,” she told the She Beast. “In fact, I have an idea. You have guests, whore. Don’t you think they should get a taste of my gift?” The She Beast gave an angered look into the Goddess’s eyes…just before she growled and stared into each of the girl’s eyes. Yet her response was not representative of her attitudes towards the weaklings on either side. “Yes, Goddess.”
The She Beast wearily walked to the cock polisher’s cell…who shivered and recoiled back as the beastly woman stuck her massive thigh against the bar. “Eat up, girls.” Spoke the Futa Goddess. “I will return soon with more of my waste. I expect her to be cleaned, unlike your previous task.” PPPPRRRTTTTTTOOOOOOOOTTTTT! BBBRRRRRAAAAAUUUTTTTTTTT! “Ahhh…she will tell me, otherwise, won’t you whore?” A switch was flipped, allowed the cage bars to slide open. The cock polisher screamed, crawling backwards as the She Beast came closer and closer. “Yes Goddess,” she responded, before the ceiling doors begun to close and the screams of the girls were silenced from the Mansion of the Fart Tank.

PART 3

There was no such person as Natalie Portman. Her perfect frail skin and dark brunette were nonexistent. As the Goddess intended. The Goddess had delivered a new intention for her livelihood…one Natalie had sought to perfect over her own. When the footsteps came, she no longer feared them. Her legs spread open in anticipation, her mouth ran agape for acceptance. The taste of the Goddess still lingered around her surroundings…and her face. She was ready to eagerly accept more, whatever the cost.
The door opened to the bedroom. More footsteps. Then finally, the closet door was slowly withdrawn from the locks. Natalie sighed, as the mechanism unfolded. Her toilet seat kept her head locked up, while her arms were bound to her back behind her. The legs were free, almost comically, however. They’d gotten rare usage in the household of the Fart Tank. It’s owner strut around the bowl, eyeing down into the mess beneath her. “Hello toilet,” said she, bending down to run a finger along the chest of the poor woman beneath her. “Are you ready to receive your Goddess?” The toilet woman wished she could better present herself. The dry bits of fecal matter still clung to her hair, along with streaks that no soap could wash out. “Yes Goddess,” she responded, eagerly opening her mouth. There was no other answer…and no other purpose the Goddess gave her. The Goddess smiled, rising to rummage along a nearby bedroom dresser drawer. “I think you’ll be pleased, slave,” said the Goddess, returning to the toilet bowel. “This is one of my favorites.” The toilet woman had her eyes go wide, seeing the peripheral in the Goddess’s hand. The rubber bounced giddily, aware of its apparent width and length. It was one of the Goddess’s largest toys…certainly not made for a human hole.
In her state of shock, the toilet woman hadn’t noticed the Goddess seat herself on the lid. There was darkness, save for the creamy white booty cheeks spread above her. The woman reveled in the glory of her mushed cheeks, along with her taint and testicles shuffled along the lid. BBBBBBTTTTRRRRRROOOOOOOTTTTT! The dark pink anus flexed out, greeting her with the glorious scent of the Futa Goddess. The woman whimpered, watching the magnificent tight hole dispel a hot bout of breakfast fart. “I…am not worthy.” Said the toilet woman. “I am not ready.” She never was…or would be. The Futa Goddess laughed, adjusting her butt and prying the legs of the toilet woman up. “You can become so,” said the Goddess. “Just give yourself…to me.” “Thank you Goddess,” whimpered the toilet woman. The Goddess offered nothing but her silent fart in response. FFFRRRSSSSSOOOOOOSSSSSSSS!

Natalie gagged upon the egg muffin and sausage toot. Yet rose her lips to kiss the bulged asshole before her. The Goddess giggled, ready to bring on her full assault. BBBBRRRRRUUUUUUTTTTTT! PPPTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOTTRRTT! FFBBBRRRUUUAARRAATTTT! The smell was a challenge of will. Every day the toilet woman swallowed her farts…and on no days was she prepared for them. Her unworthy lips pecked upon the rugged vibrations, whispering a silent prayer for mercy…or strength to overcome. PPPRRRTTTLLLLRRRUUAATTTT!
Next came a vile toot tasting of day old wet garbage. The toilet woman forced her tongue outward, lapping on the hole as it winked for a clean. At the same time, the Futa ran her own fingers out amidst the woman’s spread buttocks. Her pointer finger gave a small poke inwards to her hole. “Whose is this?” she asked softly, poking a little deeper. Natalie gently moaned…even at such a small depth. “Yours Goddess,” she told her. “Correct,” responded the Goddess. “And whose farts are these?” BBBBRRRRTTRRTTTTTTTTTTTT! PPLLLLLSSSSTTRROIIIITTTTTTT! A dry toot and a greasy wet fart had the toilet girl squealing in disgust…yet attempting to lick all their contents from her bursting hole. “Yours Goddess!” she struggled to speak. The Goddess responded with two fingers in the toilet woman’s anus. It drew a small shriek as she twisted. “Correct. And who do you belong to?” BBRRRRRUUTTPPRRUUUPUUUPUUTTOUTTTT! The woman opened her jaw, taking the full brunt of the toot within her throat. She struggled to keep her mouth open, with the insides of her mouth burning in agony as the heated fart scraped her lungs. She thrust out her tongue, attempting to please the Goddess as her incompetent coughs ran along her perfect asscrack. After a time, she withdrew, hurriedly drawing breath to respond. “I belong to you…Goddess.”
The mantra was complete. It was spoken every day, with more vigor than the previous day’s incantation. It was a promise for the toilet girl to become better-it was her world. The Goddess sighed, a little less enchanted with her teachings. PPPPRRRSSSSSTTTARRRMMAPPTTTTT! Sour ass spittle launched out, presenting the gagging toilet woman another vicious fluid to lap up. “Your Goddess has had her life giving testicles un-worshipped,” she spoke simply. “Are you going to let them be kept dry?”

How could the toilet woman have been so stupid? She ran her tongue lovingly along the drooping pair of testicles, happily lapping up the flappy skin as the Goddess farted. BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRTTTUUUTTT! PPPPOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTOOTT! The Goddess sighed in relief and ecstasy, as the toilet woman slowly drew her lips about to suck on each ball. None too harshly…but just enough pressure to stimulate. FFFFBBBRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOTTT! The woman gagged, yet praised herself silently. She could feel the skin tighten, meaning her Goddess was beginning to sprout an erection. PPTTTTRRRRLLLOOIIITMMPPTTTTTT! Even her spaced farts tasted….aroused.
“I don’t know where to teach these incompetent fools,” the Goddess spoke. “Every day I am met with absolute failure.” BBBBBBBBRRRTTRRRRMMMAPTTOOUTT! The toilet woman drew two quick laps along each ball before responding amidst the rugged heat of broccoli and digested salsa. “My Goddess, you are too hard on yourself-HHENNGH!” Three fingers were jabbed into her anus; the toilet woman kept her mouth shut, distracted from her tasks. She elected to lick the Goddess’s asshole once more, whilst she spoke. “My cock and booty are in constant need of attention and what do these worms deliver? Tired lips and tongues. Worthless.” BBBTTRRRROOOIIIMMPPPPBBRRTTT! FFRRRRRRUUUUUUTTTTTTTTT! “Absolutely worthless. Harder!” The toilet woman yelped, her mouth full of farting anus, as the Goddess slapped her asscheeks. She dove her tongue deep into the Goddess’s anus, drawing a small sigh. The toilet woman could only pray the words weren’t directed at her. “They will remain in that dungeon,” she went on. “Until I can have myself a proper toilet and cock polisher for my meals. A Goddess needs perfection. A Goddess DEMANDS the world, shaped to her will.” The whelp of a human beneath her squinted, seeing the light as the Goddess rose. Quickly, she spoke to better herself in the eyes of the Futa Goddess. “I-I live to serve the will of the Goddess!” came the toilet woman. The Goddess laughed, reaching down to flick her nose. “You have many miles to go, toilet.” She responded. “But for now, let us test your devotion.” Her beauteous face disappeared, as her mountainous ass seated itself. The toilet woman craned her neck up, positioning her open mouth to lap on the anus and seal off every particle the Goddess had to give her.

BBBBRRRRRTTTTOOOLLLRRRMPPAATTTT! PPPPPRRRAAAABBUTTTOOOOUUTTTT! FFBBBBRRRAARARLRALUTTAPUTT! The toilet woman’s head swam in a sea of disastrous methane. Her colors turned nothing but sickly green and brown, putting vision to the clouds of farts pouring down her throat. Yet still she licked. PPPPRRRRAATTRRRMPPSSSTTTT! BBRRRRAAUUOOATULLFFBRBRTTT! FFFFBBAAATPPAALLLALTTTTATTT! She was proud to have the farts take on new textures, as her tongue dove in to play the fart flute of the Goddess. The toilet woman would serve as her instrument, making beautiful music for her to hear. BBBLLLRRRRRRMMMPPTTUOOUSTT! BBRRRRSS---FFFAALLALARROIIOIRRAIIAPPAOITTT! She quickly swallowed the ass spittle launched, as the bootyhole flexed in and out rapidly. There would be no mercy from the Goddess today…nor ever.
PPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBRBBBRRBBB! She scarcely heard the command as the bubbly toot reverberated amongst her skull. “My testicles, slave.” The toilet woman quickly sucked a testicle, hoping to not be reprimanded for her asking a third time. The Goddess sighed gently. The woman could just make out the scrape of the Futa’s finger along her mighty cock. She was assisting the pleasure of the Goddess! Or at least, she could imagine she was. BBBBBRRRTTTTTUUURRPAUPUATOUATT! The woman balanced each testicle between her tongue as she lapped, hoping to achieve an equilibrium of pleasure. The Goddess sighed gently, slapping the ass of the toilet. “Now…let’s see how deep we can journey today.” She spoke. The toilet woman shut her eyes, gently kissing the nutsack. It took all her willpower to focus, not clench her legs, to not shut tight her own anus as the Goddess touched the plastic along her hole. When there was pressure, she screamed, hiding her pain by taking the brunt of the Futa’s nutsack along her lips.
It was a struggle to not bite down. There was no lubricant. There was no easing of the dildo into her rectum. PPPPPRRSSSSSTTROOOPRUUOOUTTT! The Goddess and her all-knowing booty would produce its own slime, providing eternal ease where anything could fit in her ass. The toilet woman was just happy she could be of some assistance as the Goddess experimented on an ass besides her own. “HHAAGNGNGHH!” It felt like a mortar shell was being shoved into her asshole. The toilet woman elected to withdraw and peck at the Futa’s ballsack…grinding her teeth behind her pursed lips. The Goddess sighed, stroking and shoving the dildo in further with one hand. BBBBBBBRRRRRRROOAPPRROOAMMRBBAUUTTT! The woman let out a scream inside the toilet bowl, watching the blast as the Futa bootyhole sharted liquid spit into her eyes. The woman lapped along the circumference of her hole…silently praying the Goddess would lend her some of anal strength she possessed.
BBTTTRRRRROOOOOOTTRRRROOPPPTT! PPPPTTUOUOAAAOOUUOAAUUTTT! The asshole farted angrily…the toilet woman lapped hardly, silently praying for mercy. How could she even hope to compare her asshole to that of a Goddess? BBBLLLLSLSSPTTRAAAPOORRUPAUTT! A bout of her own spit was blasted into her mouth with the taste of damp coffee grounds and other waste. The Goddess chuckled, giving her dildo another push. It would go no further. There was another intense pain…the Futa brought her hand down to slap the trapped dildo. “Push,” she commanded. The toilet woman screamed…gathering her strength. The dildo stayed firmly locked in place. “Push!” The Goddess commanded, slapping the top of the dildo again. The woman yelled…yet made no progress once more. The Goddess sighed. The toilet woman could hear her fingers stop the gentle stroke of her cock. “Pathetic,” the Goddess spoke. The toilet woman was in tears, trying to summon the will to continue. “My Goddess,” she whimpered. “W-wait, I can-OHHCK!”
There was a sickening pop. The pressure of the dildo removed itself…all at once. It left behind the ghostly pain of its presence…quadrupling to a climax as the Goddess laughed. “Even stretched with my toys, your hole cries like a little child,” she mentioned. “Worthless.” BBBPSSOOROROROSSPOOOSSOOPPPPSSSS! A silent fart emerged from her Futa asshole, soured with a mixture of ass spit and egginess. The animal mind of the toilet woman instructed her to lick. But her will could only stare up in wonder, as the ghastly hole begun to rain the ass slobber and virtual fecal matter into her face. Her vision begun to fade, while a looming sense of sadness begun to overtake her.

The blinding light of the room returned. The toilet woman cursed every waking moment. “Ahh, you’ve decided to return and service your Goddess?” came the angelic voice of her master. “Good. I hadn’t planned of disposing any bodies today. Only my waste…which you seem to equal today, slave.” The toilet woman had her tears return. She shut her eyes as they leaked, unable to address the Goddess above her with her worthlessness. “I’m…I’m sorry Goddess,” she got out. “Forgive me…please. I will do better.”
The Goddess sighed…and the warm piss begun to splash harshly against the woman’s tears. She gagged, yet hurriedly opened both mouth and eyelids, aiming to catch the horrendous, sickly fluid. If she couldn’t even do that…then she truly was worthless in the eyes of the Goddess. The Goddess, in fact, bent to lean a hand over the toilet bowl, her mighty member still blasting. “You are worthless,” she spoke, her piss angling down faster with a grunt. “And you always will be, toilet. Can I call you that, even? My toilet, if you struggle to stay awake to take my gifts?” It demanded an answer…one left rhetorical, as the toilet woman struggled to not vomit up the piss mixed in with the flinging farts. “Or should I have you thrown into the dungeon and learn with your other worm sisters?” The Futa raised a leg, seemingly relishing in the idea as her ripply fart blasted into the room. BBBBBRRBBRRRLLBBRRBBRRTTTTTOOOTTT! “Ahhh,” she sighed. “No. My gas is too frequent to be left unattended to. So I assume your worthless body will do. For now.”
The flow had stopped, leaving the Futa to bend down and shove her cock into the whimpering mouth of the slave. She greedily suck on its contents, swallowing the stray droplets the Futa still possessed within her. “You WILL better yourself, is that correct worm?” The Goddess was now peering into her eyes, shoving her limp cock further down the throat of the woman. “You will TAKE what the Goddess gives you without a fuss?” The woman tried to speak…yet the words came out jumbled amidst the slab of cock in her speaking space. The Futa laughed aloud, withdrawing her penis to let the girl sputter and gag. “We shall see.” Said the Futa.
With that, she pressed a button on the closet door, closing the toilet lid and letting the woman fold back into the darkness. That was it. The footsteps disappeared and the door shut. The woman sniffled down her tears, trying to enjoy the taste of the Goddess on her tongue. It helped quell the screaming of her bleeding anus down below.