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Slave School WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, FART/BUTT FETISHISM, SCAT, AND ANAL VORE. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. 7:45 am. I looked at my alarm clock with disdain. “Let’s go, Nyle!” yelled my mom downstairs. “The school butt is waiting for you!” The school butt. To any other highschooler that would be a fun little pun. Not so much luck to me. I saw the Giantess looming outside, shadowing my house. It looked neither fun, nor little. Before I could take a step from my door, the Giantess grabbed me. “Bout time,” she bellowed, pulling back her scantily clad underwear. It never changed, having the same sweat and ass stains from the school years before. I took one last breath of fresh air before being plopped into the dark abyss of her asscrack. FFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPTTTTTTT! The Goddess Association Nation paid for every fart particle launched in my direction. It smelt of greasy hamburgers, hot dogs, and whatever else the State fed this monstrosity. I didn’t bear the stink alone. My classmates coughed beside me; some of them clamored to find fresher spaces in her underwear. The smarter ones, me included, tucked our shirts above our heads, loosely blocking the smell. “Rough night again Nyle?” said a voice amidst the talking. I nodded, then spoke remembering the blackness. “Yeah. Three pages on the ‘mechanisms of the colon’. Not only that, but I was complaining and my mom decided to gas me mid-work. Fucking bitch. How about you Wally?” BBBLLLUUUURRRPPPTTTTTT! Wally and I coughed. He had a better nose for these things but the smell affected everyone. “Oh god, I don’t know man. My instructor is telling me my nose is too short. Can you believe that? What can I-” PPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTT! BBRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPT! More coughing. “What can I do about that?!” I sighed. Nothing, Wally could do nothing. These Goddesses had us wrapped around their fingers...or asses rather. And there was nothing we could do about it. We arrived at the school and the school butt pulled down her undergarments. Me and Wally landed with a thud, next to the other kids. “Hey, where’s Petey?” I asked. “Too much disturbances,” said Wally. “The state said his disobedience requires he rides ‘The back of the Bus.” I frowned and turned to look. The Giantess had bent over and began to grunt. BBBBRRRRPPPBBLLTTT! Her asshole, the size of an actual bus, shot out a frenzied kid onto the pavement. Wally looked unconscious, but his problems weren’t over. FFRLLLLRRPPPTSSSHHHT! The Giantess shat semi-liquid feces onto poor Petey. I could smell it from 50 feet away. No telling what Petey was smelling, or if his nose had simply given up. “Ahhhh, sorry Petey.” Said the Giantess rising upwards again. “I’ve had poo poo problems all morning.” Wally took a step or two towards the mound of shit. “Poor Petey. Should we help?” he asked. I looked in the distance to see other school butt’s with their own caches of students. “Nah, let’s bail. I don’t want to get stepped on.” I said. I’m not a dick mind you, but in this school, it’s every man/slave for himself. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Inside the school, every boy was stopped for inspection. The Amazon bodyguards patted me up and down, being sure to give my genitals a hard tap when they were finished. “Clear,” said my inspector. She turned to give me a quick toot as I passed by. “Next!” I watched Ron Swole go up for his inspection next. He wasn’t doing too hot. “Let’s see here, perfume to mask farts, a “graphic novel” with heinous displays of Goddesses...jesus boy, it’s like your trying to get caught! Open him!” Ron screamed as two more Amazons forced him to the ground. The inspecting Amazon placed her ass on his face. FFFFFFFFPPPPPPRRRTT! BBBLLLRRLLLBBB! Two farts and one grumbling belly unleashed a large log from her huge ass. “Ahhh! Let’s see you try to sneak THAT in!” said the guard. She rose off Ron’s face, gave a fierce toot and wiped the remaining shit smear on his face. Ron still was choking on her feces. “Take him to the nurse, I’m not dealing with another little fart sniffer today.” The crowd dispersed the scene and went to their classes. I followed suit. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- BBRRRRRRPPPPPPTTT! “Excellent Nyle. Keep your nostrils flared.” BBLLLLLBBBBBB! “Wonderful. Now, was that beef or chicken I ate?” I coughed and took my face out of Mistress Haley’s ass. “Chicken.” I responded. “Good. Remain in my ass please, we aren’t on break.” I took one last look at her ass from the outside. Mistress Haley was the best part of my day. She had a slender figure and a meaty pair of buttcheeks. I loved watching her sexy blonde hair being blown back by every fart. Also unlike most Goddesses, she took it upon herself to groom her stinkier parts. I wished my mom would do that. BBBLLLLRRBBBTTTT! Back in her ass it was hell. Her ass was disgusting, totally contrasting her beauty. I spent my lessons daydreaming that my cock was penetrating her ass, instead of my nose. FFFFRRRPRPPPTTT! PPPPTTTTTTTTTT! “Oh, I feel a shit coming on.” said Mistress Haley. Oh no, this was not going well for me. “Tell you what,” said Mistress Haley, followed by a toot. “Why don’t you go get a drink. This is an awfully large one. I feel the need to test some of my AP students with it.” I had no further objections to that! I left her ass and sprinted towards the door. “Oh and Nyle,” she said stopping me. “Don’t dally. I want you back in this room BEFORE me. Understand?” “Yes ma'am.” I responded, taking one last look at her voluptuous booty cheeks. I was part drinking water, part washing the shit stain from my mouth when I felt a presence behind me. “Little early to be ditching class, hmm boy?” I turned around and found the Amazon bodyguard from this morning towering over me. “No wait!” I started. “I was just...Mistress Haley told me-” “ Oh I’m sure she did!” said the Amazon, knocking me to my knees. “Tell you what, if you aren’t going to get an education in the classroom, how about a little street knowledge?” Her ass was twice the size of Haley’s. And it was twice as smelly. It was also on me twice as fast. BBBBBRRRROOBBTTTTTT! The weight of her ass along with the stench of her fart left me short of breath. “Ahh, nothing like break-room nachos, hmmm boy?” she said. FFRRRRRRRRRRPPPPTTT! BBBLLLLABBPPPTTTBFFTTTTT! The smell of spicy cheese and rotten eggs clogged my nose. “Wairrght! Please I’m telling yurrr!” FFRRRRRRPT! BBBLLLBBBLLLBB! PPPPRRRRFFFFFTTT! The Amazon ignored my muffled cries and kept released quick, stinky farts on me. “You call yourself a fart sniffer? I know whelps in prison that sniff twice as hard as you kids. Ah what a place.” FFRRRAAAPPPPTT! PLLLRRRUUUTTT! “There’s no room for whining in a place like that. You either sniff and take it, or complain and get shit on. Is that what you want fart boy? You want a Goddess to shit down your throat constantly?” “Noo! Noooo!” I yelled, still muffled by her ass and farts. BBBBBBBBBBLLLLLAAAAPPPPTTT! A monster fart ran across my face. I thought she might have shit herself with the force her asshole vibrated. “Ahh,” said the Amazon, clearly proud of her work. “Then you need to stay in school, you little shit. Maybe you just need a little motivation to keep you awake in class. I think I got just the thing.” PPPPPSSSSSSSSS! Her eggy fart left me coughing. The Amazon took her large hands and pried my mouth open. I quivered in her stench, knowing worse was soon to come….but it didn’t. Not even a flinch from her anus. “On second thought, I think I know something that will set you on track AND keep you there. A little time in ISS should do the trick.” Before I could scream in horror my face was shoved deep into the Amazon’s crack. She hoisted me up in her ass and my body was dragged across the hallways. We passed Mistress Haley’s homeroom and I yelled for her help as loud as I could. PPPPPPPRRRRRRRRTTTTT! My cries of desperation turned to coughs of disgust as her beefy fart entered my head. “Enjoy these boy,” said the Amazon. FFFFLLLRRRRPPPTTT! “They’re about to get a lot worse.” I rocked inside her asscrack as she gassed me all the way to ISS. I was dizzy and didn’t remember much. But when she threw me into the doorway, I remember the smell going from bad, to worse. I hate my Slave School.
Second Period BBBRRRRIIINNNNNNNNNGGG! I heard the bell for second period pierce through the school hallways...but almost barely. The shrill clang of the bell was met with a deep baritoned fart. BBBBBBBLLLLLLLBBBBBBTTT! I almost felt the ground shook. When the smell hit me, the ground did shake, and spin, and criss cross. It was like a basket of deviled eggs-mixed with a truckload of spoiled milk. “Another one Cassidy? That’s like your fourth welp this week!” spoke the creature in an alluring voice. “Yeah well, can’t count on too many of these fuckers obeying school rules,” said the Amazon standing above me. “Isn’t that right, Nyle?” I almost didn’t recognize my own name. I was still reeling from the previous fart. The Amazon kicked me and laughed. “Well, enjoy him Britney! He’s yours till fourth period!” I heard the door slam shut behind me. I rose to meet my ISS instructor. It was a mini-Giantess. Although mini was lightly putting it. She was the size of a small house, her ass cheeks covering the width of a mini-van. She was pretty...although it was quite hard to see her face through her mountainous wall of ass. I stared, starstruck at the loose fitting capri shorts used to hold her cheeks inside. They poured out the sides, accentuating the curves of her ass beyond proportion. “Well, what are you waiting for, boy?” said Britney. “In my pants...let’s go!” I stared at my stinky prison cell, the fear taking over my body. “n-no! Wait, I’m not supposed to be in here!” I stammered. Britney sighed. “One of THOSE guys hmmm? Ah well. They don’t call me the tiny-tooter for nothin’!” I barely had time to flex before the mini-Giantess leaped into the air. I could only scream. Mountainous amounts of flesh slammed on my body, pushing my bones to their limit. FFFFRRRLLLLLRRPPPPPTTTT! My screams were matched by Britney’s laughing. “Ahhh,” she sighed. “Looks like schools back in session for you, hmmm?” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Although I was still in The Goddess Association Nation’s state funded learning facility, there was no learning involved. FFFFLLLLRRRRPPPPTTTT! Just gassing. No instruction. PPPPLLLLLLLLTTTTTTTT! Just, horrible gut-wrenching gas. PPPPRRRRRRRSSSSSSS! “Oooh, may wanna bury your face in my ass fat for that one,” said Britney, shifting her buttcheeks to effectivley crush me into position. “Those silent ones are known to last a while.” She was right. Her silent ripper was like a perpetuator for her already shit-smelling undergarments. I was losing my sanity pressed against her cheeks smelling her farts. All the while she continued to eat and watch racy sitcoms. Or, as she effectively coined the term, “shit-coms”. BBBBBLLLLRRRBBB! I coughed as her chili cheese dogs fart hit me. “Quiet Nyle!” she screamed. “This is Robetta’s love scene! The part where her and her slave make up!” I admit I haven’t been following the show’s plot too well. Britney’s fat ass and thunderous fart ensured I could hear nothing but ringing in my ear. “Ahh, I wish I could have a little slave like Robetta. Maybe one of these days I’ll keep one of you students with me. Know what I’m saying? A little extra “tootering”?” PPPRRRRSSSSSSS. Britney giggled and wiggled. I cursed under what little breath I had. Suddenly, I heard a door opening. “Hey there Britney! Just wondering, have you seen my student Nyle anywhere?” I recognized that voice. It was my fart instructor, Mistress Haley! “Whuh?..oh no, haven’t seen him,” Britney said dispassionately. She followed her response with a wet fart, stifling my cries for help. “Hmm, I see. Probably ran off to skip school. Shame. He was such a good student. I had hoped to skip a lesson or two to get to cuntillingus today.” I screamed at the top of my lungs, but Haley still didn’t seem to hear me. “Ah well,” she continued. “If you see him, give him a wet one for me, will you?” I could almost feel Britney grinning ear to ear. “Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to pass it along.” she said. The door slammed. A second later, she did pass it along. And a lot more. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I felt like a pancake when finally released from ISS. I stumbled to my locker in a daze, trying to regain my balance...and my sanity. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my good friend Wally. He took a step back and covered his nose. “Whoah dude, you smell like shit!” he cried. “Don’t we all?!” I snapped back at him. “Well yah, but you’re like..triple that!” I sighed. I didn’t have the energy to explain it to him. I followed the boys to the locker room to have our required after-school showers. I never got why the State forced us to take one. All us poor souls would just go home and get farted on by our mothers and our sisters. Maybe it was just some cruel joke, to teach us about cleanliness only to have it shat on in front of us. I didn’t talk to anyone, just changed by myself. Suddenly, I saw Ms. Haley. She was naked, towel wrapped around her waist and she was headed towards the Goddess showers. “Mistress Haley, wait!” I cried running after her, knowing full well that being naked in front of a Goddess was a punishable crime. She gaped at me in shock, understandably. “Goodness, boy, cover yourself! No toilet should reveal the shame of his pitiful penis to a Goddess!” she said, scolding me hardly. I screened my genitals with a hand and continued. “Please Mistress Haley! I was going back to class, I swear! But the Amazon guard, she caught me at the drinking fountain! She thought I was skipping, I-” My pleading was cut off with a hand over my head. “Scuze me, hon.” said a deep female voice. I felt my head being pushed under a towel. Two bountiful black buttcheeks were tucked away inside. I was pushed between them. FFFFFFFLLLLAAAAAAPPPRRTTTTTT! A drawn out, raunchy fart blew across my face. “Ah, that’s better. Thanks sweety.” As soon as they appeared, the cheeks left me in their stink. I coughed, watching the Amazon school nurse waltz away. “I..(cough) I…” Mistress Haley stopped me with a stare. “I don’t want to hear it, Nyle. We will see each other tomorrow and we can talk about punishment then. Now go take a shower; you stink not only with ass juice, but with the shame of a disobedient fart slave.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “It’s not fair.” I said the words, pondering deep in thought. Mistress Haley had really gotten to me today. “It’s not fucking fair!” I repeated. “Why do we have to be their personal shit-rags! Is this all we are good for?!” I was talking to Wally, but he didn’t seem to be on my side. He sat in silence, listening to me pout. “They make us shower, then send us home in the trousers of a filthy fucking Giantess!” I slammed my fist on the bench. “How is that fair?!” Wally sighed. “I mean, there’s not much we can do.” he finally said. “Ever since mankind lost to the Goddess race, we have no choice. At least we get to pleasure ourselves to them. That’s something, right?” I crossed my arms like an angry toddler. “No. It’s fucking not.” We were silent till the Giantess arrived. One by one, the Giantess placed us in her underwear for the ride home. Me and Wally got “good” seats, between her pussy and asscrack. The smell of swamp ass was at least somewhat dilluded by the alluring smell of her pussy. I watched Wally as her humped her underside. I never could pleasure myself to a Giantess. Something about her size made the whole thing un-manly. FFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPTTTTT! There was also the issue of her farts, which nearly brought all of us to tears with their stench. BBBBLLBBBB-TSSSSSSSHHTTT! Wally stopped mid-thrust. “Oh god...that didn’t sound good.” he said. He was right. “oooooooohhhh….tumbly rumbly.” bellowed the Giantess. We heard her stomach churn and smelled the waft of her wet fart. It was already too late. PPPPLLLLLTTTSSSSSSSSSHHHHHTTT! Her juicy toot soon turned extra juicy as sludge-like shit poured out her ass. “Oooohhhh noo!” said the Giantess. She bent down and assumed a position. She could hold it in no longer, we knew that. We all screamed as more diarrhea flooded her underwear. The smell burned my tounge and was worse than anything I’d experience. It got in my mouth, in my ears, and in my eyes. FFFRRRRPPPTTSSSHHHHTTTT! Another wet fart set forth another round of explosive shit. We all screamed, drowned out by her waste. I watched a couple kids pour out her waist as her underwear filled to the brim. “Ahhhhhh….ohhhhhh…” The Giantess sighed, her onslaught apparently over. “Get to the top!” Wally screamed. I didn’t argue. Her shit had pushed her underwear open to allow a slot of fresh air. It was practically nothing. But it was something! BBBLLLRRRLLLBBBTTTT! Her fart bubbled up the settled diarrhea, splashing us all with sticky, brown shit. I clenched to her cheeks for dear life. One boy got unlucky; he fell, plunging back-first into her shit. He didn’t re-emerge. “Ohh noess!” I heard. “Too much poo poo!” I watched the Giantess flip open her underwear, letting her shit and a few kids spill out onto the pavement. I looked below to see one poor kid trapped beneath her crack. I imagined him stuck there, forced to endure her shit-slime, trapped between the source. I vomited on the spot. The Giantess scooped up the kids on the pavement. Some screamed in terror. Others ran away. I wish I would have joined them. “Come, come! Must get yous home!” the Giantess said. “NO! Wait, Great Goddess Giantess!” screamed Wally. “You need to wash yourself first! We can’t stay in this!” I sighed. The Giantess was a big, dumb, brute. She didn’t know that...or would have cared. She only had one last duty for our safety. A quick pull-down of her underwear allowed her to shart one last time. PPLLLTTSSHHTT! Tiny droplets of shit rained down on the rest of the pile. She probably thought her ass was clean as a kettle now. I lost my strength and plummeted down her underwear with the rest of the kids. I scrambled for her pussy, for SOME sanctuary. FFFRRRRRRPPPPPPPTTTTTTT! Bad idea. Her lower cheeks still housed the mass of her shit stain. I was sprayed with her volcanic-hot shit. It mixed in with her eggy fart quite lethally. “Sorry for toot-toot. Ate too much fruit.” PPPRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSS! A silent fart sent even more shit particles loose. I heard the rest of the boys cough and scream in terror. But I was at the epicenter of her ass. The stench of Giantess shit overwhelmed me. Her SBD sealed the deal. I died right then and there. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Unfortunately, I did not die right then and there. “Good god, I thought they were giving you kids showers at that school!” My eyes, cracked with dried shit, opened to find my mother staring over me. “Jesus, what are my tax dollars paying for?” My anger overwhelmed me. “Fuck you,” I muttered. Just talking gave me a headache. My mom turned around, showcasing her new yoga pants. They planted themselves on my face. BBBBBBRRRRTT! It wasn’t a powerful fart, but after all I’ve been through, it was too many straws on the camel's back. I moaned in pain. “That’ll teach me to smart mouth me, bud.” said my Mom. “I hope you don’t behave this way in school!” School. I wished I could slap her right then and there. Another bassy fart re-asserted my situation however. “Now come on inside. Dinner’s almost ready and I need your help. C’mon, what are you waiting for, the school butt to pick you up?” FFFLLLRRRPPPTTT! My mom rose and went inside, letting me simmer in my stench. I decided right then and there. I was NOT going back to school. Every again.
Homecoming My friends had always joked how hot my mom was. She looked young for 35; in fact, she looked 25. She had flowing blonde hair, perky tits, and a face that could hypnotize. Unfortunately for me, she had a butt built like a mom who's had a child or two. BBBLLLLLRRRPPPTTT! I coughed against the back of her workout pants. Being nose deep in my mothers asscrack was NOT arousing. It was humiliating and very, very smelly. FFFLLLRRPPPTTT! A fierce fart shot out her asshole and onto her pants fabric. I coughed heavily, taking in the beefy, spicy scent from her ass. “So, what do you think, Lyle?” she asked. She bounced on her toes, jiggling her ass meat and extending the breadth of her fart. “Mom, no!” I pleaded. I don’t know why. “Right. So more cheese.” she said cheerfully. A little more Kraft later I felt the sting of her dairy ingredients on my nostrils. My mom wasn’t the worst parental Mistress to have. She gave me breaks on a couple days. I heard nightmare stories after the Goddess Association Nation took control. Some parents went apeshit, having moms and daughters gas any males in the household. My dad left when I was seven. At least that’s what my mom told me. After going in her bathroom, I smelled farts like I’ve never smelled before. No man could survive that, especially not a little lad such as myself. I simply kept the incident quiet and hoped the same situation wouldn’t happen to me. Still… BBLLLAAPPRPTPSTTSTT! Oh god! It looked like my mom was done with her cooking. Her farts had reached a climax of sound and smell. I was relieved from her ass cheeks with great joy. She gave me a solid five minutes to eat, before being plunged right back under. I lay my head down on the barstool, waiting for my mom’s plump ass to submerge my face inside. I sighed as she pulled her pants down to make herself more comfortable. Her thong would provide minimal resistance to her ass. My cheeks were squished into hers and she continued her torment. PPPPPRRRPPLLPTTT! “Ahh, been holding that one in since you left!” she said, wiggling around in triumph. I coughed as her food particles hit my mouth. My mom’s signature salad never relented. Fresh cut greens, including beans, an assortment of cheeses, topped off with bacon bits and ham. BBRRPPLLLBBTT! PPRRRTTTOOOOTT! I closed my mouth in order to avoid the stench further. It didn’t help. “So, how was school?” asked my mother, lifting her cheeks. That’s my Mom. Rude enough to gas me at the dinner table, but polite enough not to interrupt. “Fucking awful. I hate it!” I said. Most other Moms would have opened my mouth to drop a log then and there. Mine simply sat on my face. PPPRRRLLLBBBTTT! “Oh come on, Lyle. Do you know how hard those school requests forms are? You were this close to being sent to the Goddess mines!” PPRRLLBBBLOOTTT! I squirmed. That fart was extra meaty; the green beans were also kicking in for a damp, moisture flavor. “Ya, does that stink? Imagine that times infinity! I read a news story about one Giantess they were working on. They found fifty slaves in her asshole. Fifty! I’d kill to have a shit one of those boys couldn’t swallow.” Mom rose again. “Mom, you aren’t listening-” BBRRRMMMMMPPTTT! My face was covered in ass and gas again. She continued. “God, I couldn’t imagine sending you to a Goddess mine! I’d probably get a coffin filled with shit in a month! Robetta just got three of her boys squished- all they sent her was a pile of shit! Damn bureaucratic Goddesses. Can’t even get their stories straight with these little shits!” BBMRRRMMPPTT! PPPRRLLLLTTBBT! PPRRAAABBBLLTTT! I coughed like a madman. I hated when my Mom got angry. Her farts were fast and furious. I couldn’t even respond when her ass was lifted. I simply stared at her asshole pushing at me, hoping I would get a smaller fart. I didn’t. PRRRRMMPPPPLTT! “Ahh,” my mother sighed and rested her now stinkier asshole against my nostrils. “Fact is, you have it lucky here Nyle. Who knows? Some day you might become an Ass Washer, or maybe a personal slave? I hear they get some good farts, let me tell you.” My mom lifted again and I focused my rage...probably none too significant staring underneath her asshole. “Mom, I hate Goddesses! They don’t listen! None of them! Mistress Haley thinks I was slacking off, which I wasn’t, then I spent a whole day in ISS...or should I say INSIDE ISS. Then the Butt Driver shat us all on the sidewalk! It was awful! Any way we look at it, I’m nothing but a pin cousin for these bitch-” FFRRRRRAAAAMMMMLBBPPPTTT! The fart shot right in my mouth when I wasn’t paying attention. My mom planted her ass on top, making the smell more pervasive and harder to breath. “You have the same tone as your father. Careful Nyle; it’s not a good tone for a slave.” Mom rose, carrying her plate to the sink. “Now, what do you say Nyle?” I nudged my eyes, irritated from coming out of the darkness of her ass. “Ugh...thank you...Mom.” She smiled, then walked back to plant her ass against my right cheek. “Love you honey,” she said. BBRRRLLLLTTT! A fierce fart vibrated against my face. I cringed as her asshole kissed the side of my mouth. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I searched the internet for some porn to relieve myself with. Standard, Goddess Assosiation shit. If there was a female involved, she would be farting on a guy. I knew some friends who used to torrent Goddess Lesbian porn. I never heard from them again; the Goddess Association takes that stuff very seriously. I stayed safe, trying to only focus on the beauty of the farting mistresses. It was very hard to whack it to a fellow slaves suffering however. Without even knocking, my mom entered the door. “Can I get some fucking privacy?!” I screamed. Mom laughed and walked over. “C’mon Nyle, I’ve seen your little woodpecker before. What’s this? Homework?” She laughed and closed my laptop, giving my dick a smack. “There’s someone at the door for you. Get going.” I put my clothes on and stumbled to the door. A large woman,(go figure) stood at the door. She had wider hips than my mother, with very tight jeans clinging to the sides. I had to admit, although plump, she was very pretty. “Nyle I presume?” she asked. She had a commanding, yet sensual voice. “Yeah?” “My name is Madam Bo’well. Mistress Haley sent me. She apologized about not being here in person.” Madam Bo’well entered without permission. She suddenly grabbed my jaw, examining my face. “Yes, you are him. Same facial structure, very obtrusive nose. Really rubs against the cheeks. Hers, of course I mean.” she smiled at her cruel joke and released me. “Mistress Haley would also like to apologize about your schooling. She tells me there was a misunderstanding about your punishment. Since you are now behind on your lessons, she’d like to make it up to you. That is, she’d like to make you an offer.” Madam Bo’well led me into the living room and gently pushed me to my knees. Then she turned around. I watched her bulbous cheeks grace the side of my face. She had the ass of an Amazon, but the figure of a normal woman. I was confused, terrified...and aroused. She took off her pants, revealing a bare, white ass. Her stench hit me. It smelt of dried feces and sweat. Oh god. I watched her bright pink asshole flutter in and out. Suddenly, I became more terrified. She began to spread her cheeks. More terror. “Fuck me.” she said. My fear turned into arousal. “Wha...what?” I stuttered. She sighed; a small SBD seeped from her asscrack. “Boy, this ass deals with several slaves a day. A good deal of them are swallowing shits tonight. When I offer my hole for sexual desires, I expect that request to be met quite swiftly. Or would you rather have me sit on you and fart?” PPPRRRLLLLAAAAALLBBBTTTTT! The most horrendous fart I’ve heard from a Goddess shot out her ass. It was commanding and brutish, almost not human. The smell was a combination of eggs and cauliflower...something else too. I didn’t wait for a second helping. With my boner still in my pants, I undressed and lept on the woman. It proved more difficult than I thought. For one, she was taller than me. Also, her ass was massive. Despite her spread cheeks, my dick was only inches in her valley of ass cheeks. Whatever. I grunted and pushed, having the time of my life. Madam Bo’well sat and took it, showing no signs of pleasure in her manner. My mom came in from the kitchen. “Hi! I’m Gracie!” she said, shaking the woman's hand. “Madam Bo’well. Charmed.” The two carried on conversation like it was a normal tea party. I moaned, having finally penetrated her asshole. It was amazing. I felt like my dick was being sucked into a black hole. “He’s a little, well, small for his age.” said Madam Bo’well wincing as a flapping fart boomed from her ass. FBBBBBRRRRROOTTT! I had to take a breather. One, because my dick was in pleasure-land with her asshole’s fart vibration. Two, because I felt like the smell of rotten eggs was choking me out. My mom laughed at me. “Yup. I think it runs in the family. You should have seen his older brother. Horny little fuck tried mounting me when I was sleeping. I found him fumbling with his penis and crying!” I ignored my mom’s insults,(I had a brother?!) and kept going. This was the best thing that had ever happened to me as a fart slave. I pounded through the small farts and the idle conversation. This woman was like an angel. A big butted, stinky angel. FFRRRRRRPPPPTTT! A juicy fart had my dick doing loop-dee-loops in her ass. With a loud moan and a few more thrusts and I came. Much harder than I had ever done in my life. “Ah, that’s done then.” said the woman. She stood and made a small grunt. PPPPRRRRRTT! The force of her fart pushed my dick out her ass...along with my, “droppings”. “Now that you’ve gotten a taste of the Mistress lifestyle, how’s about you come train with me?” I was at a loss for words...and breath. “I...what?” My mom laughed. “See, I told you. Tiny dick and even tinier ears.” Madam Bo’well smiled and continued. “My boy, Mistress Haley thought it best to continue your education through some specialized training. You will be specialized into becoming a Mistresses servant. You’d be cleaning her toilets, sniffing her gas, accompanying her to parties….” My face lit up. “And...sex?” Mistress Bo’well smiled even more. “Well yes, when your Mistress dictates, you would gape her hole for better gassing, usually through the penis or tounge. Which reminds me…” Before I knew it, Mistress Bo’well had her hips on my chest. God, she was heavy! “Open your mouth, Lyle.” she said. I choked out a response. “But, why?” Mom rolled her eyes. “Duh! She’s trying to mark you for her slave, Lyle! Open your mouth, this will be good for you! Or do you want to end up a shit-stain on my carpet? Hmm, wanna be like your dad or brother?” I gulped, grasping the gravity of the situation. Speaking of, Mistress Bo’well had her massive cheeks spread on top of me. I watched her asshole dialate in and out. “I won’t make the decision for you, young man.” said Bo’well. “Let my ass take you. Or not. The decision is yours.” I thought back to the sex I had moments ago. I thought of Miss Haley. Then that bitch Amazon guard. Then the Giantess Diarrhea. I was almost killed today! I’m not going to end up like my brother and dad! I opened my mouth. The two faces above me turned into smiles. “See, at least he’s obedient.” said my mom. She couldn’t have looked more proud. “Very good, Lyle. Now, this might sting your nose a bit.” Madam Bo’well sat on my face. My head screamed with the pressure of her massive thighs and ass cheeks. My head was swirling, caught in a world of stink. I felt her asshole push against my tounge. PPPPPPRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSS! The most rancid silent fart I had ever smelled pushed down my throat. It smelled of sauerkraut, of rotten eggs...of everything! Within moments, my vision hazed and I could think nothing but of Madam Bo’wells ass. I think I had a boner as I passed out.
Homeschooled I awoke in my cage to the sounds of giant footsteps. Off in the distance, I heard a fart the size of a siren. bblllrrrooopp! It was distant, but I could sense it’s raw power. The school butts were walking by, with a pile full of sickened boys in their underwear. I closed my eyes and thanked my lucky stars I wasn’t riding in those today. Now, I was homeschooled with Madam Bo’well. I didn’t get to fall back to sleep. Before my eyelids shut, Bo’well came to place her buttcheeks against the edge of my cage. FFFFFRRRPPPPPPPTTT! God her farts were horrendous. Her spicy, bean filled fart was like a bucket of cold water on my face. Madam Bo’well had the ass of an Amazon; it was no wonder her farts were so potent. At least she was human sized, somewhere around 7 to 8 feet. Still, the nature of her plump, wide ass still crushed my face. I watched her spread her cheeks,(almost comically huge compared to her hands) and saw her brown-stained butthole push...and push. She sighed. “Ah well, geuss we’ll wait till I’ve had some breakfast.” she said. “Nyle, go and get something from the cupboard. And hurry back, we have a lot to do today.” With that, Madam Bo’well unlocked my cage. I stood there shocked for a moment; usually my mom would have me eating out her ass, or something sadistic. Madam Bo’well simply turned back to her room. I went and ate my breakfast, grateful for no gassy disturbances. It tasted great. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I felt my breakfast starting to lurch out my throat. Madam Bo’well also ate her breakfast. I watched her devour a whole plate of sausages, three scrambled eggs with rice, two yogurt packets, and a platter of smoked ham. I watched nervously, hoping she’d get tired, or bored...or hopefully full. PPRRROOOTT! BLLLBBBPPPP! A few farts cascaded through her ass behind the kitchen chair. My god, she was adding more and more food. That was a lot of fuel to the fire, and her ass looked like it was about to burst. I sat on the couch and looked away at her spectacle, hoping it was all for show. She finally finished an hour later. For all she ate, I was surprised at how plump she was and not insanely fat. It seemed all the protein went straight to her thighs and ass. I watched her huge creamy cheeks rise from the table and walk over to me. “Kneel Nyle,” she said, pointing to the floor. I gulped, knowing I had no choice. For all that I hated this, I knew it was better than going to Slave School...right? Madam Bo’well turned, her asscheeks in my face. “Listen and observe Nyle. Oh, and sniff.” BBBRRRAAABBLLLBBTTT! A beefy textured fart pushed between her asscrack. I gagged, tasting the sausage links in a much more despicable form. “A slave must know his Goddesses ass. Inside and out. Right now, we will start without.” PPPOOOOOOOOT! “Do you smell that?” she continued. I choked out a gurgled response, unable to get past the shit smell. PPRRRLLLBBBLLTTT! “How about now, what does that smell like?” she asked. “It smells like you ripped ass in my face! What do you think?!” I snapped back. She didn’t seem to like that. Her ass got a little closer to my face and she spread her cheeks. I was 6 inches from her asshole, which stared me down like a ravenous dog. FFFFFLLLAABBBBBBLLLLBBB! It released a monstrous 8 second fart. “There’s a good sample size. Now tell me, what do you smell?” asked Bo’well. I turned my face away and covered my nose. “Uncover you orifices please. I want to see your nose upturned and sniffing, otherwise I’ll hold it open.” I took another sniff and placed my hands on my nose again. “It smells eggy!” “Annd?...” “...and it smells like the ham you ate.” Madam Bo’well seemed please and backed off my face a little. “Good work Nyle. Now, watch closely, at my butthole specifically.” FFRRRRRPPPTTT! “You are to know my assholes curves and pushes. Each time you see my asshole flex, you should think to yourself, ‘what is her ass telling me?” BBBRRRRLLPOOOTTT! PPPRRSSSSSSSTTT! A strong, powerfart preceded a strong silent ripper. I could see her stinky fart haze surround her ass cheeks. Right now, her ass was telling me that it hated me. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “All right, break.” said Madam Bo’well, taking her ass out of my face. “Next lesson will begin soon. Breathe that fresh air nice and hard. You’re going to need it.” She left the room without another word. I crawled to the other end of the room because the side I was on was brimming full of her farts. My god, I couldn’t feel my fucking face. I closed my eyes and saw nothing but her shit-stained asshole. It pushed out at me in the darkness, haunting me like the eye of fucking Sauron! I sighed, wondering if I had really made the right choice by schooling as a Goddess slave. I took a deep breath. “At least the air is nice,” I muttered. I flinched-Madam Bo’well had returned, standing directly over me. “Not anymore,” she said with a smile. It had only been a two minute break. Madam Bo’well sat me on the living room couch and pulled out a packet of tic tacs. She pulled one out of the packet then displayed it in my face like a magician. Also, sort of like a magician, I watched it disappear. I watched Bo’well reach behind her massive hips and place her hand between her cheeks. When it came out, the tic-tac was gone. She turned around, bringing me face to face with her massive buttcheeks. I watched in horror and her asshole presented itself once more. “Alright, find the Tic-tac, Nyle.” she said, wiggling her hips as she spoke. Maybe I could turn this around. I stood, brandishing my cock for placement. “Nuh uh, sweetie. I think you know what goes in there.” She brandished my dick with a small fart, mocking my advancements. I sighed. I did know what she was talking about. I knelt, inches from her asshole. It still smelt of the previous farts and shit before it. I stood there watching it bulge, taunting me to come inside. “Come on dear. You’re going to lose the Tic-tac in my ass at this rate.” FFRRRPPPPTTT! I reeled back as her asshole exploded on my face. I watched the stink pour out, the ridges of her nearly black asshole shrinking back in place. I took a deep breath, stuck my tounge out, and got to work. “eeuuggh!” I gagged. I couldn't take it. Her asshole tasted as bad as it smelled. I felt her butthole flex, adding on to my point. PPPRRLLTSST! The fart tickled my mouth and I was choking on her wet fart and my own saliva. “Well, what did you think you were sticking your tounge in? My sugar sweet pussy lips! Get searching!” BBRRLLOOOBPPPT! A bubbly fart shot out. I tried to push my tounge out to avoid the dairy fart, but it was stuck! Madam Bo’well laughed. “Kind of like the Christmas story, isn’t it?” She gave me a five second fart to choke on. “Sturpid beetch!” I yelled. She laughed even harder. “Insults will get you nowhere Nyle. Find the Tic-tac. It’s your only hope.” I pushed my tounge in and out her ass, to no luck. “Search every corner. The booty of a Goddess has many corners Nyle.” FFRRRRRAAAPPPPTTTT! I inhaled her gas full force, flicking my tounge. Her stink motivated me faster and faster. I shot my tounge around like a madman. “Good, Nyle good. Keep going.” BBRRRLLLBBBBBBTTTTT! Her cheeks vibrated around my nose with her fart. I felt her hand glide to her vagina. She pleasured herself as I searched on and on. FFFRRRRPPPPTTT! “Almost there Nyle. You’re so warm.” PPPPPRRRRRRSSSSSS! I took a moment to gag on her disgusting SBD. I certainly didn’t feel close. She was right, her asshole was a damn cave! Maybe if I just got in deeper. I pushed the full length of my tounge around, searching for the mint. “That’s the idea,” said Madam Bo’well. BRRRRRAAAAPPPPPPTTT! Oh god that stank! It was almost like I was mining her ass for smellier farts! BBBLLLBBLBLLB! PRRRAABBBTT! FFFFOOOTTT! I could smell the ham all over my face. I touched something solid! The tic-tac? Nope, something even grosser. I hoped it wasn’t what I thought it was. FFRRRRRPPPTTT! Right, the tic-tac. My breath became shorter and shorter as I panted to find the tic tac. Suddenly, I heard a moan from Madam Bo’well. Her fingers removed themselves from her cunt and I felt her cum dribble down my chin. “You found it Nyle.” What?! BBBBRRAAAAABBTTTTPPPPPPPTTTT! A titanic sized fart had me pushing against her asscheeks for freedom. This stupid bitch still grasped her asshole around my tounge! “Calm yourself, Nyle, calm yourself.” she said. “Take a good sniff. What do you smell?” I didn’t need to sniff, her fart was still pushing into my mouth! I could taste a layer of eggs and sausage all wrapped up in a musty, shit encrusted fart! But then, something else, something slight, but still there. Mint. I almost didn’t taste it against the disgusting onslaught of fart juice. “You aeth the Ticth Tacth?!” I yelled against her ass. She pooped my tounge out of her asshole then turned around. “Good work,” she said, her mouth agape to show a dissolved mint in her mouth. I collapsed in a heap. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Madam Bo’well woke me up by sitting on my hips. I yelped in pain, her ass cheeks scrunching my balls. “Nap time's over. We are going to reflect before you go to bed.” she said. I watched her asscheeks rise off me, their cushy texture swaying with her hips. After today, I was glad she sat on my hips than my face. We ended up upon her bed. Well, she mostly did. I was sat on, her white lace underwear pushing against the back of my skull. BBBBRRRPPPPPTTT! The newly washed underwear was stained with her fart. “Ahhh, now what was that Nyle?” she asked. “A bubbly fart with the chicken you ate for dinner.” I replied from under her. She flipped a page from her book. “And this?” BBFFFFLLLAATT! “Green beans,” I said. She rose off me, seeming pleased. “Good work Nyle. You’re picking up the scents of my ass. Luckily, I keep it unwashed, letting the stains set in from before. If you were up against a bleached asshole, you wouldn’t get that extra stink. Luckily, I’m not into that sort of thing. It’s a little too Hollywood for me.” She leaned over to place the book on her dresser. BBBRRRROOOOT! She farted her bent ass in my direction. God, she wasn’t kidding about that extra stink. I could go for a prettier asshole, however. “The other good news is you have gained a diagram of my anus. It is a very powerful tool. You will be able to predict my farting patterns and be able to prepare your nose according for rest and sniffing.” I sighed. “Yay…”I added, disinterested. God I just wanted to sleep. “Remember what you came here for Nyle. A chance for higher education. Most boys your age would be slaving away in a Giantess mine. Do you think you could handle an ass like that, having coughed at some of my pettier farts today?” I cringed, thinking to what my mom had told me about my brother. “No. Sorry Madam Bo’well.” I responded. She smiled. “I forgive you. Besides, you have completed your lesson for today, so I think you should reap a reward.” Madam Bo’well crawled to the edge of the bed and pulled down her underwear. I watched her ass sway, the black nightgown draped over her asscheeks. “Hurry now, Nyle. It’s quite late and I need to get you to bed. You’ve got an even bigger day tomorrow.” I needed no convincing. Before she could spoil my sex air with any extra farts, I pounced on her massive cheeks. This time, I could penetrate her ass with MY favorite tool.
The Routine I’d never had a lucid dream like this before. My vision was shrouded in darkness and it felt like I had two rocks clogging my lungs. I tried to scream or cry for help, but my muscles were too relaxed to do anything. I heard a roar, as if from a feral beast. I could only close my eyes as it’s pounding noises seemed to climax. FFFLLBBBBOOPPRRBBTOOPPTT! Madam Bo’well rubbed her morning fart into my face. My body was still flaccid, but my senses were ever alert. Through her pitch black leggings I smelt an array of breakfast sausage burrito pouring from her asshole. “You know, you should have greeted me at the door, slave.” I was forced to take another 5 second ripper until she continued. “Your face should have already been pleasuring my ass; instead, I’ve come to find you sleeping on my bed.” PPRRLLLBBBOOPPTT! “Which, I now so graciously allow you to sleep in.” She rose, finally letting me get some airspace from her ass. I had no response; her fumes and my general tiredness made me too weak to ansewer. “Very well, slave.” she continued. “Breakfast is ready. Hurry now.” Her enormous pants met my face again: BBBLLLRRRLLBBB! She left me with one of her anxious sounding farts, very bubbly, and very potent. It served as my wakeup call and I dutifully got dressed for fear of experiencing worse. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I’ve been Madaam Bowell's slave for over a month now. Back in slave school, they used to call me Nyle. It seemed forever ago that I was fearing for my life, huddling with my friends to avoid Amazon guards to class. Now I had only one Goddess butt to fear, and that was Madame Bo’well. I came downstairs to find her cooking by the stove. When she saw me enter, she began to undo her pants to her ankles. I got another look at her booty, the ass I was so familiar with. PRRRLLBBBBBLLLBBBPBBLLP! A ghastly fart rumbled out her backside, shaking her enormous white cheeks. Clearly she was having more than one breakfast burrito. Madaam Bo’well was a normal Goddess, but her size made her look like an Amazon. She had the fattest ass I’d seen on a woman,(or experienced, to be precise) with farts that could put most boys I knew to sleep. It was a chore to train with her...but eventually, you learned the ropes. You had to. “I have an order of eggs,” PPHHRRALLBBTTT! “ A little bit of strawberries,” PPPRRROTTT! “And a little bit of fried rice. Eat up.” As with the rest of the food sections, my mistress bent her ass over the rice and gave another abrupt stink noise for flavor. “Thank you Mistress Bo’well.” I said. Or, more recited at this point. I saw her smile as I took bites of my food. They were small, calculated bites; too much of her “flavor” would make me sick. “Orange juice will be up in a second, slave,” she addressed me. “But I will now talk about your duties for today.” She bent over the counter, spreading her ass to stick in oranges she had peeled. I watched with a combination of interest and disgust. One by one, her asshole swallowed the pulpy fruits whole, through her hole. I wasn’t surprised...I’d seen what large amount she could shit out of her stink pipe. FLLLRRROBBSTTT! Her asshole flinched as she seemingly hit the end of her rope at 5 oranges. I heard her grunt, then suck in the last orange. She sighed, reaching for a 6th. “Today, you will be engaging in the pleasure of not just myself, but you as well. That said, there will be no ‘reward sex’ for tonight. Nor ever again.” My heart dropped. Madaam Bo’well wasn’t too attractive of a woman, but our ‘reward sex’ was the only thing making this training somewhat worth it. Well, that and not being crushed by two Giantess cheeks in a mine somewhere. God, she even enunciated ‘reward sex’ like it was a chore for her. “From now on, you will be responsible for deriving your own pleasure from my ass. I don’t care how you get it done, but I want to see some...appreciation from my efforts towards you.” I got shivers; she had now walked over to my seat, placing a hand on my thighs. I thought she might be coming onto me, until I realized she was simply bending over my glass. PPRRRSSSSHHTTT! BBBLLTTTSSPHHTTTT! FFFFFLLBBBOOSSSTTHHTT! An array of wet, sloppy farts coated my glass as my orange juice was poured. It was extra pulpy, with a light brown discoloration. Nutritious. “Seeing as how you’ve been with me for so long, I’m sure you’ll have no problem getting yourself off,” she said. Her ass was now pointed at me, spread with full force. PPPLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPP! I watched as her gaped asshole,(which looked pulpier thanks to the orages) coated me with her remaining ass juices. She giggled and left me to my breakfast. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “One minute, slave.” That was all I heard as Madame Bowell's naked ass descended onto my face. I had never gotten use to the crushing weight or the smell. Every second near her anus made me want to turn my nose away, but her ample supply of assfat made it impossible to do so. FFRRRRPPPPTT! “Go.” “Go...go do what, my Mistress?” “What we have discussed this morning slave! 50 seconds.” Something about pleasuring her...obviously. Fine, I’d play her game. Slowly, I maneuavered my tounge through her asscrack to reach her vagina, tearing through the extra lip fat to penetrate her. PPRRROOBBOOTT! “30 seconds slave,” she countered. 30 seconds? What can I do in 30 seconds? FFFLLRROOBBPPROOOTT! Another airy fart made me lose my train of thought. I was lost in a world of stinky cheese and egg whites for a moment. “20 seconds,” she said. I flicked my tounge wildly, even scooted my chin forward, just to get deeper. It was hopeless, at best I was barely inside and there was no way she could be enjoying this. FFRRRAAAAPBBBLOTT! I coughed; maybe she’d appreciate a little foreplay? My tounge edged around her vagaina lips when I heard, “Times up!” I’ll skip the gritty details, but I ate shit. A Lot of shit. Trust me, at this point I’ve been used to it from a Goddess her size. As a mountain of solid feces poured into my mouth, I wondered what she could possibly mean by this exercise. Am I supposed to make her cum or something? Maybe this was just an excuse to get rid of her breakfast turd she’d been hanging on to so long. PPRRAAALLBBPPTT! Her asshole had pinched off the turd, sending a loud, shit-stained fart onto my eyelids. “Hurry and chew slave. I’ll be back in 5 minutes.” I grimaced, tasting shards of egg and sausage lodged in her massive log. Once I had finished, she and I assumed our regular positions on her living room carpet. I took deep breaths, waiting to be succumbed by her ass. “We shall do this again slave. Your devotion is solid, but I’m afraid your heart isn’t in the right place.” She sunk onto my face and I placed my tounge on her vagina. “Oh, another tip. Your tounge isn’t in the right place either.” She adjusted her booty to fit my tounge with her asshole. The shit still clung amongst the hairs of her asshole, flexing in and out. PPRRRLLBBOOOTT! Another dry fart; she must have gotten something to eat...which meant, “I have plenty of more turds for you slave. Learn quickly, or this will become a tough lesson.” BBBLLFFFOOPPTT! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PPRRRRAAALLBBPPTT! I’d swallowed 4 massive turds at this point. At this rate, I might as well make it 5. BBAARRRROOPLLPPTT! God, that was a nasty one! My tounge stayed stagnant in her asshole as fiery hot shit smell caked my mouth. I wasted 5 seconds just trying to catch my breath. Then, I gave all my strength to pushing my tounge inside. No moans of pleasure from her, not even a whimper. Instead, she sent me this: FFRRRRRAARRRRLLBBOOPTT! I simply gave up as the garlic and bean fart shot into my lungs. I was in a daze and could barely move if I wanted to. It felt like this morning all over again. “You are losing focus slave. Or rather, you’re focusing on the wrong things. Time!” I sighed as she rose. Obediently, I opened my mouth; I knew she could just pry it open anyway. She sighed in annoyance, gently placing her booty over my butt. “Open your eyes, slave. Do you see my ass? Do you?” Of course I did, she shook it right in front of me. It wiggled with twice the girth of my face. “Every little boy I knew adored asses like these? Why is it so for you?” She paused, then slightly grunted, pushing out her log. “Answer me,” she said. “I, I don’t know! I don’t like being farted on, for one!” That was impolite of me, punishable by massive gassing in some instances of the State. She rose higher, smiling above me. “When you had sex with me boy, what did you do when I had little bouts of gas? Like this…” FFFRRRROOOOOOTTT! Her turd sunk a little lower over my face. “I...I usually just ignored them.” “Good. And you focused on my beautiful ass, no?” PPRRROOPPT! FFLLPPRROOTT! Lower and lower the turd sunk. I could taste it on my tounge. What was she getting at? “Well I mean, yeah I guessed.” “So, my silly little slave, why don’t you do it now? Focus on the power and majesty of my ass...and you will find pleasure yourself.” Her finger kept my mouth ajar as her asshole covered my face. The turd now mused with my tounge...then it didn’t. She giggled and I realized now that she was toying with me. PPRRRLOOBBLPPTT! “Come now, aren’t you even a little impressed by the powers of your Goddess?” FFRRBBMMMPTT! PPRRFFFFFTTTT! Her sly farts chugged the turd along the corners of my cheeks and back. I could only imagine her asshole puckering in and out in my delicate space. If she wanted to she could choke me with a single grunt, filling my mouth to the brim with her sludge. PPRRRMMMPPTTT! I gagged; her turd sunk deeper and now her thighs were closing around my neck. “That’s it, boy. Imagine my ass, tormenting you, subduing you. You will take it all, because I told you to.” Another push sent the log further, now breaking apart against my cheeks. My blood rushed to my head as ever corner of my mouth was now being filled. My Goddess didn’t stop. BBRRROOPMMPPTTT! With a sly fart, her shit was now past my lips and lining my entire face. Still she shat and I could barely breath as my nose and eyelids were coated with dark brown. “Oaaaah yess,” she said. FFRRRLLLBBOOPSTTHTT! A final shart pinched off the last of her shit. “Exhilarating isn’t it? To serve someone so...powerful?” I felt her hand flick my penis...it was now rock solid. I chewed and swallowed carefully, still taking in her shit from my nose. I felt as helpless as this morning...but now...aroused. BBRRRRRAAPPPPTTT! As Madaam Bo’well gave an abrupt fart on my face, I came to the smell and taste of her breakfast burrito shit. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was early morning again. I felt the sharp sting of pain as Madaam Bowell's ass covered my face. BBLLRRRRRRRLUURRRPPPBBTTT! The fart was much longer this time and juicier. She had her usual breakfast burrito and maybe a little toasted ham on the side. She was also wearing her jogging shorts. “What did I tell you about greeting me at the door?” she asked. I was lost in a haze of warm fart air and cotton. I simply kissed the brim of her pants. BBRRRRRRMMMMPPPPPTTTT!, came her response. “Oh, I might have to start setting up some punishments for you slave. This is the 5th time this week! One of these days I’ll have to wake you up through the farts of my sweaty panties. Or maybe I’ll just shit on you, right on my own bed. Don’t let me catch you here again, boy.” She jabbed her finger into my neck and farted, long and deep. PLLLRRRUUUPPBBOOLLBBOPPTTSPPTTTTTBBT! Her shitty grease smell came ramming into my nose like a siege catapult. She even bounced her booty a little to rub the smell into my face. It hurt, but overall, I didn’t care. She could do whatever she wanted to my face...but I’d still have my morning wood to satisfy me.
The Challenge Madaam Bo’well’s ass was as much a mystery to me as it was a fascination. BBRRRLLLLBBPPTTT! As the fart roared out her backside, I couldn’t help but think of how far I had come with her. The meaty, greasy toot parlayed with the fabric of underwear around her ass. If it were a year ago, I’d back away, from her ass and all these vile Goddesses that sought to make me puke. Instead, I pushed myself in deeper, aligning my nose along what I could make out to be her asscrack. FFRRLLLBBOPPTTT! A second fart flew and I sniffed, guiding my nose to find the stinky center. Her ass was large, a booty the size of an Amazon contained in one BBW. I had a lot of ground to cover, but I enjoyed every inch I sniffed. PPSSSSSSRRSSTT! There it was, her juicy, always dirty asshole. I felt it press against my nose, almost holding on for dear life. My head realed as the eggy fart penetrated my nose; still, I held myself in place. I didn’t want to displease my mistress...not anymore. I was her devoted servant now and I loved it. For a reason I couldn’t explain, I loved it. PPPPTT-FFLLOOT! Her asshole pursed itself twice in my direction, short and sweet. I backed away alarmed. What was taking place in her precious booty? Slowly my head darted in and I felt a mushy texture around her ass. PPLLUURRPPTTTT! Oh, that sound, that glorious sound of an asshole pushing itself! Now I could smell her shit caking her underwear, pressing forth in an unending glory. My head screamed to pull away; my inside weren’t built for such a rush of bacteria and methane. I stayed, gently kissing her cheeks, cheering her magnificent butt on. The moments seem to tick by forever as she snored, pooping her way into my orgasmic, meditative state. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I don’t know when I fell asleep. Or maybe I was knocked out, it’s sometimes hard to tell with her. When I woke up, I lay in her bed, naked and alone. “Slave! Downstairs!” I heard her call. ‘Slave’ was a more endearing term to me now than my actual name. I rushed downstairs, eager to please. “Yes Goddess Bo’well?” I asked. She stood next to the kitchen table, pulling out a chair for me. She wore nothing but a nightshirt, sexily showcasing her open thighs. “Sit,” she commanded. I did as I was told. She reached back, then tilted my head back. “I seemed to have had a rough start to my morning. Does this ring a bell to you?” In an instant, she had slung her dirtied underwear across my face. I gawked at the smell, feeling the mush roll around my face. It seemed she hadn’t cleaned any of her shit out. “Smell it slave. Do you know where my shit is supposed to rest?” I gagged as her hand touched the outside of the panties, smearing the shit across my face. “I-I’m sorry mistress, you were sleeping,” I began, past the horrid stench. “I thought you’d want to rest.” Her hand smacked my face...lovingly, but forcefully. “I did want to sleep slave, but not with a dirtied ass. Look,” she said. Her nightshirt was pulled up, revealing a mess of caked feces along her crack and cheeks. I took a moment to sigh, enjoying the wiggle of her cute white booty cheeks...with just a little chocolate drizzled across. PPRRRHHLLATTTT! Her asshole brought me to my senses again with a dirtied dry fart. “This will be your breakfast for today. For dessert, you’ll clean my ass. From now on, simply place your mouth around my hole, clean my ass, and tuck the underwear back in place. Understood?” I paused, swallowing, having already partaken in her stinky delicacies. “Yess, yurr Goddess.” She crossed her arms, eyes furrowed. “Good. This will be the last of my clothes you will ruin.” I continued to chew as silence grew in the room. Madaam Bo’well elected to stand above me, farting as I ate the last of her shit. PPLLLRRRATTTTT! Her morning breakfast of eggs and potatoes mixed in with her acidic shit. My stomach bubbled, aching for me to stop filling it with such garbage. My mind was in a swirl,(but then again, when wasn’t it) with every fart she pushed forth. BBBLLLRRRLLBBPTT! PPRROOOTTTTSSSS! I had now moved onto her asscheeks, licking every dry shit spot moist once more to swallow. Every part of my body went into fight and flight, and my hairs stood on the back of my neck. My body urged me to run from such a disgusting monster. But my heart and soul had taught me to stay. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “I love you Madaam Bo’well.” “I know slave. Now hush.” she replied. This was only the 10th time I’ve spoken those words today. I’ve done it countless other times and every time I meant it. She was now naked, showcasing every curve that eventually led to her big mob of meaty asscheeks. FFFRRLLOOPPTTTT! I wish I could smell the fart she released, no doubt with a bubbly texture and day old cabbage smell. All I could do was watch her butt jiggle from the force and imagine my face between. Once, I imagined performing greater feats on her. I wanted to stick my penis in her every hole while she begged me for more...or to stop. Now, I received stimulus from the tiniest of pleasures. Even now, with her asshole winking at me from a distance, I felt a pang of libido washing over me. That was the magic of her booty. She could produce so much from me for so little...all it took was me getting nothing. BBLLLLARRRPPTTT! “Excellent power, my Goddess!” I cried. Her asshole sent a rippling following fart afterwards, just to showcase her majesty. “I know slave. Here, now you will have a taste.” Madaam Bo’well had me placed inside a clear plexiglass tube. I saw everything and so did she. There was no means of escape, as far as I could tell with the padlocked lid. The only other entrance came from a wide hole, leading into a tube...which was now leading directly into Madaam Bo’wells ass. She grunted as her asshole prolapsed, forming the perfect suction along the inside. My breath fogged the glass in anticipation. Her asshole did the same on the end of the hose. PPRRRPAAABBOPTTTOPPTBBTT! “Oh god, yes.” Madaam Bo’well declared. I’m glad she derived pleasure from her anal release. I received plenty on my end. The hot sticky gas poured into the chamber, filling me with hot, ranchy-tomato goodness. “Did you enjoy that toilet?” she asked. I took a moment to suck in the stink. “Yes my Goddess, every second!” She laughed, walking across the room. “Very good. Because there is more of it coming your way.” My knees went weak and my boner rose as she placed her thigh upon the living room chair. Seductively, she ran her finger along her thigh, finally groping her cheeks with a smack. She grunted, in the most unladylike, aggressive and sexy fashion I had known her for. BBBLLLRRLLBBOOOOOPPLLLLEEOOPTT! The show was very much worth the tell; her asshole launched forward as the fart carried in my direction for a full, loud 10 seconds. Afterwards I was surrounded in a glorious cloud of bean and rice soup. Ah, so that was what she had moved over towards. I watched her grunt, shoveling another spoonful into her mouth. PPRRRLLAAPTLLTSPTST! I could almost taste the contents of her meals through the fart, filtered through her asshole. PPRRRRSLLLBOOOOOAAUGGHT! FFRRAALLLRRPOBBOUTAAT! BBRRAAALLBBPPTTTTT! Strange sounds were amplified throughout the tube. I experienced her familiar flavors with brand new ears, eyes, and especially nose. My head was having trouble keeping up with all of the stimuli. She continued to eat, strutting about the room only to eat. In most cases, she stopped to fart. “Uooahh!” In front of my cage she bent her ass low and downward, spreading her cheeks with her hands. PPRRLLOOSSHHSSHTTTTTT! Chunks of shit caked the tube while she grunted. I coughed as the gnarly stench passed into my realm. There was only one hole in the chamber and it led directly into her gaping anus. Glorious...but daunting. My vision blurred from the stench. I dropped onto my hands and knees. Suddenly, I was extremely hot and now, I was seeing double of Madaam Bo’well. Still, her asshole pressed on. PPLLLLLUURRRTT! FLLUUURRPPTTTT! BLLBLRRLBLBAGGGHBTT! The shit pushed onward as her gas carried the chunks and smell forward. It was all suddenly too much. “I...I can’t...wait!” My words turned to puddles of saliva in my mouth. It was like being in a car left out in the sun, hotboxed with a booty too powerful for any mortal. PPRRRRSSSSSSSSSSS! The wisps of her SBD carried through the tube. Unable to contain myself, I puked in my cage, further adding to the stench. Madaam Bo’well didn’t seem to notice. She had now pressed her large cheeks against the glass, where my head was now lying. “Do this for me toilet. Endure. Show me your love, your devotion. No matter what. Your Goddess commands you.” she said. PPRRRRRRRAAAAAABBBTTT! That, I believe, was the last fart I heard. As my eyes gently shut, I watched her booty gently slide down the glass, her anus still pushing forward. I heard no sounds and I couldn’t feel the light touch of her skin pressing onto my face like a hammer to an anvil. Her warm farts comforted me as I drifted into the abyss. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It must have been a dream. I know that I wasn’t in heaven, so to speak. PRLBLLLBPPLBPP! The fart was rugged, unusual to her booty. I only dared to sniff because my nose had acted on instinct. Dry, with a mustard taste, slight onion flavor. The sensual smell of Madaam Bo’well’s bedtime farting. PPROORRPPP! That one popped a bit more. Either she was getting ready for a bigger fart or...something else? Gently, I opened my eyes. Madaam Bo’wells ass was on top of me, bearing me between her asscrack. Now my senses were fully primed; in the darkness I made out her black linen underwear. I now smelled her detergent, fighting for dear life against the power of her booty’s charms. Oh right, her booty! I lifted my hands, now noticing the sores they bore. My face was bruised, but I was used to her booty crushing me there. I slid my finger underneath her clothes, working softly to not wake her. PPRRP-BBLLTT! Two clogged farts made me hurry my efforts. Finally, I was flush with her asshole. If I had the strength, I would have gasped. My Goddess HAD gassed me, whenever it was! Her anus was bright red, prolapsed a definite amount of inches. It seemed to stretch out for eternity, wrapping entirely around my lips. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a log, crowning indefinitely around the borders of her bootyhole. It was humongous, much wider now that her asshole was spread to support such girth. My stomach made resisting noises as the foul stench hit my nose. I had not soon forgotten how her deadly booty had brought me to my demise. Then, she wiggled in her sleep, giving a faint grunt. The turd was coming, one way or another. The time had come once again to show my Goddess my devotion to her. I was already knee deep in her struggles? What was one more log? I painfully opening my mouth, letting the hard shit sink onto my tounge. I guided it forward with my teeth, fully tasting the corn and bacon she had added to the pile of stench. No doubt this would be a hard stone to swallow. But I did it all for Madaam Bo’well. A loving Goddess needs a loving toilet to dump into. |
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