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Re-Ass-signment WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, FART/BUTT FETISHISM, SCAT, AND SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. I knew I shouldn’t have been following Natalie. Again. But despite the the torture given to me by my guidance counselor, I still was drawn to her beauty. I watched her dive her plump, tall body towards the volleyball. She missed her dive, but I still felt victory as her tits bumped against the waxed floorboards. I watched her bend over to pick herself up and...BBLLLAAARRRPPPTTT! There it was again, that flashing fart sequence I had come to know. I closed my eyes Ms. Robinson’s asshole followed me there. I glanced back at Natalie’s perfect glutes as she bent for another set. They curved so perfectly around her black volleyball shorts. FFFRRRSSSLLPTTT! There it was again. Her beauty replaced by Ms. Robinson’s butthole. I could still smell the garlic and methane burning my nose. My mouth grew dry thinking of her airy farts and bitter shit clogging my mouth. Could Natalie...really be...so capable of destruction. I offered myself a few more glances...getting the same results. A sharp love-filled ecstasy, followed by a harsh reminder of what she and I were. BBBRRRRPBBTTT! That last vision was harsh...I couldn’t take it. Within an instant I lept behind the school bleachers onto the blacktop. I knew Natalie’s belongings at this point, so I took no hesitation in finding her navy blue gym bag. A quick zip opened up and I lunged at the first pair of clothes I could find. “Hey! What are you-”. I knew it was her voice, along with a couple other confused teammates. Fear and adrenaline took over and I rushed back inside the school. I stood inside the doorway, panting inside a pair of her underwear and volleyball shorts. “Worth it,” I said. I don’t exactly knew if I ever meant it. I tried my hardest to enjoy Natalie’s heavenly, sweaty undies. But I knew I was in for a number of scents I just wasn’t ready to deal with. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ms. Robinson gave little vagueness to the abnormality of our situation. Within the first two minutes, she had stripped down to her fatter, naked self. I watched her ass with a combination of growing fear and interest. She currently had her back turned to me, adjusting her shades to be shut. FFFFFBBBBLLLBBBBLLLBB! A disgusting bubbly fart shook her ass with vigor. God, there must have been more skin around there then on my entire body. And now the whole room smelled like rotten cheese and garlic. I could barely pay attention to anything else as she spoke. “So, do you know what you’ve done wrong?” she asked, a little too sweetly for our situation. “I stole Natalie’s underwear,”. I replied. She smiled grimly, then sprung towards me. I braced, waiting to be covered in ass meat and fart. One, she did fulfill. BBRRRRRPPPPPTTT! The almost gracefully toot passed me by as she did the lock to her door. “I wanted you to be a little more general, Blake. If you want to tackle the smaller problems, you need to keep the big ones in mind.” I got a good look at a big problem as Ms. Robinson bent down to push her desk. Her cheeks parted ways, giving me an irritatingly descriptive view of her asshole and beyond. BBBBBLLLRRRUUUTTT! I couldn’t tell if the following grunt from Ms. Robinson was from pushing her desk or relieving her gas. She stood, finally relieving me of her pink pooper view. Now she was in front of me, fanning her farts in my direction. “Blake, the real problem at heart is you have no respect for your female counterpart,” she continued. “Once you nail down respect, everything else will fall into place.” I scoffed, giving as much attitude as I could safely allow. “Well it looks like you’re not showing me respect right now. I could hardly look at my mom or any other girl in my family the same way!” Ms. Robinson suddenly got very serious, putting her hand on my arm. “Well that’s a shame. You haven’t been telling your parents or anyone about our Reassessment, have you?” FFRRRRRLLAAAPPPTTTT! The fart was behind my field of view, but I could just feel it’s ferocity. “No-I...I haven’t,”. She seemed satisfied, rising off of me. “Good. Because Natalie is not to blame for your aggression. Neither am I. The only one who is to blame, and therefore, in needing of readjustment, is yourself.” Now, she slowly turned to part her cheeks above my face. “That notion seemed to be lost during our last meeting. But don’t worry, Blake.” FFRRRRLLLBBBBTTTTTTT! I coughed as her bean flavored fart still instilled me with fear. “By the time these exercises are through, you’ll think twice about Natalie, myself, and every female you come across.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I soon found why Ms. Robinson found the need to enlarge her movement space. It was all in service to shrink mine. BBRRWWWAAARRRPPPBBTT! The fart made a echoing rupture inside my box. I flung to the side in astonishment, only to hit the wall two inches to the right. “Come on, Blake. That was just a warmup.” FFWWWWUURRPPTTTTT! The voice, (as well as the owner of the farts) belonged to Ms. Robinson. She had trapped me inside a box just barely above my crouching height. It was pitch black, save for a few scarce light for the holes she had poked...however, the holes she was covering were even worse. PPPPPPRRRRSSSSSSSSS! “Oh my goodness, that was a long one!” Ms. Robinson exclaimed. She seemed very excited to have me go through her ‘lessons’. “Find it quickly, or you're going to burn in there, fartboy.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- FFFRRRRAABBBBTTT! “Ohhh. What do you say?” “Thank you.” PTTRTT! Ms. Robinson’s asshole pinched out one last ickle fart before sucking back in for another hitter. PPPRRRRROOPPBBLLTT! This was a long one, much more airy and drawn out. “What do you say?” she asked once more. I couldn’t say anything. She sat on my chest, her ass stretching towards my face. A field of a thousand of her farts flew past my face. PPLLLOOPPTT! “What do you say?” she asked again. I cleared my throat before she could fart once more. “Can-can I have another, please?!” I practically shouted it. Ms. Robinson sighed. “Nope, sorry Blake. You’ve already said that phrase.” She rose a bit, planting her asshole above my mouth. “Come on, let’s see it.” PPLLLLBBBBBBB! With a heavy heart, I let my tounge out to lick around her asshole. I could feel my insides churn as my spit mixed with her toxic gas. I only prayed she could shut her ass up for a full minute. “Look’s like you got close this time Blake. Almost nine ‘phrases of thanks’ for your female. Keep your head in the game, you almost have 10.” PPPRRRRPPPP! Now I wish she would shut her mouth as well. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Her shit looked almost as long as last time. It felt strange seeing it slither out her asshole onto a plate. However now, it would get to my mouth with my own effort. “So, tell me about Natalie, Blake. What do you know about her?” Ms. Robinson dipped into her granola yogurt as if we were two friends simply going out to lunch. I stared at her viscous turd, wondering what foods she had consumed to make this monstrosity. “Blake, if you don’t eat your food, I’d be happy to feed it to you.” She placed her legs on her desk, letting her ass poke out in my direction. I could see her anus slowly pinching in and out towards me. I held my nose and grabbed a fistful, shoving it in my mouth. It helped NONE to get away the taste. Ms. Robinson repeated her question while I gagged. “I don’t know, okay! I don’t know.” Ms. Robinson frowned as I took another bite. She didn’t seem satisfied, even with me chugging down her shit. “Well that seems disappointing. You don’t even know what she’s into. Sounds like this is more of a lustful relationship then a love filled one.” PPRRRPPBBBBBBLLBB! A bubbly fart scaled across her leather chair and towards my face. I had to take a few breaths before my next bite. “I know she likes sports and stuff. And she’s way too popular for me.” I had no shame admitting that last bit. I was already puking my guts, why not spill them? Ms. Robinson listened intently, now working on a few slices of chopped up hot dogs. “Well I think I have a little test I’d like to run.” she said. “It won’t be definite, but I’d like to gauge your interest of Ms. Natalie.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Let’s say, you take your head out my ass and you never get to see Natalie again. How long would you stay in here?” PPRRRROOOOFFTTT! Ms. Robinson gave me an airy fart to think on her question. The salty, tangy air hung around the edges of her unwiped asshole. Yet, I stayed inside. “I...I don’t know.” I answered. It was a stupid question...why was I even in here still? BBBLLLLAARRRPTTT! “All day Blake?” FFRRROOOOPPTTT! “All night?” FFFRRTTTOSSTTTPHTT! A wet fart brought out the dairy yogurt in her diet. I gagged, already enduring hell and back. “I think...I think I could do all night.” I answered. She laughed. “Well, that at least shows you have some devotion. Let’s try something else.” The taste was horrific and I couldn’t get the violating feeling of her asshole around my tounge. FFRRRRPPPLSSSHHTT! Bits of fart juice were visibly transitioning around her asshole into my mouth. I cried out in disgust, but still didn’t turn away. She wasn’t sitting on me, her hands were even clasped against her asscheeks. I buried my face into her asshole for a reason. “Wow. Even for this?” she asked, letting her asshole do the rest of her talking. PLLRRRRTTTT! FFFBBBOOOTTT! PPRRRLLLBBBBBB! The three successive farts were sour and salty and vile and gross and horrific. If this were last month’s meeting I’d have flown myself out the window at this point. But Ms. Robinson was testing my character, who I was. Finally, it seemed like she wanted to reach an ultimatum. Without warning I was thrust to the floor. She sat her fat ass around my head with the least amount of safety. With great strength she grabbed my jaw and pried it open. “Blake, without a certain of a doubt, ansewer me this.” she said. “If I were to shit in your mouth, would you still do it too-and let me be clear-JUST hold Natalie’s hand?” No words were spoken. How could they be. I simply ran my nose along the edge of her asscrack in response. Without hesitation, I heard a pained grunt. PPTTTSSSSHHRRRTTTT! Ms. Robinson was running on reserves for her shit tank. I took the first spray of shit on my tounge with a good spirit. It was only a little bit, as acidic and bitter as it was. One quick swallow and it was gone. But then: FFRRRRRSSSPPPBBBOORRHHTT! I had never heard of a sound so vile. It sounded like a sawblade cutting through a house. Streams of her hot crap poured into my mouth, no filter, no restraint. PPRRRROLLLPPPTTTT! My guidance counselor then farted across my lips, showing me that my safety was not part of our betterment. “Swallow all of it. Show me.” she said. I carefully gulped down every last drop. I shook with pain, feeling the slimy brown liquid pool around my stomach. It took every effort not to puke as she still hung her asshole around me. “Lick it clean. For Natalie.” I did as commanded, even taking my time. I plunged my tounge inside her butthole, imagining I was kissing Natalie’s soft lips. Ms. Robinson’s booty strove to rip me out of my reality as she farted along my lips. At last, she rose, pleased with her work. I could barely make an effort to move. She smiled down at me. “Once a week. You and me. By the time we are done, you’ll be a proper gentleman. I promise.” She bent once more to offer her ass into my face. FFFRRRRAAAPPPTTTT! I found a strange sensation come over me. My nose moved towards the horrific, egg and shit smelling fart. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It hurt my heart to see Natalie’s face contorted in anger. “What the fuck do you want?” she spat at me. I sheepishly reached into my bag, presenting her clothing as well as a note. “I’m really sorry Natalie. Please forgive me.” I hung my head low as I walked away. I couldn’t gauge her reaction. I only hoped she read my apology letter and hadn’t instantly ripped it to shreds. |
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