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Stinky Experiments WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, FART/BUTT FETISHISM, SCAT, ANAL VORE, AND SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. Dr. Cynthia Hazel was the Einstein of the Goddess sciences. Numerous creations had led her to fame in the community: shrinking potions for slaves, nylon weaved pants to increase stink containment, and her personal favorite- edibles allowing for the raunchiest and stinkiest of farts. She called it RANK-10 and experimented with it constantly. Cynthia sat down and enjoyed her meal of chili cheese dogs, fried oysters, and cabbage stew. Of course, the serum was poured over each. BBBRRRRROOOUUUUPPPTTTT! An excessively long fart thundered out her asshole, punching against the back of her lab coat. She wore no pants, finding the clothing articles distracting from her work. On of her “works”, gagged on her stench as she ate. FRRRRRRRAAAPPPPPPPPPTTT! The chair upon which her daunty wide asscheeks sat recieved another killing blow. Consequently, the boy whose face was plastered into the side of the chair also took the blast. BBLLLRRRLLLLBBBBBB! The boy coughed, tasting her rancid toot line his lips. The Doctor frowned, disappointed by his performance. “Zachary, I asked you to keep your mouth open. It’s vital that you do not allow any stink to escape you.” FFRRRRRRRRPPPPPPTTTT! Hazel felt her fart go upon dead ears. She rose to find the poor boy passed out from her gas, a very visible line of light green gas circling around him. Dr. Hazel sighed. “Damn university slaves. Never quite like the natural born boys we used to use. BBRRRRRRAAAAAAPPPPPTTTT! She shot another fart at his face, at least pleased that she wouldn’t have to put up with his constant moaning. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dr. Hazel took a deep breath as she ascended the stairs to her personal laboratory. The air was constantly air conditioned and cycled, allowing her farts to only subjugate themselves to her test subjects. The professor Goddess of science walked to her first test subject. She had shrunken him down and placed him in a jar. The test was to see how long a tiny could last in a continuous blast of stink. Judging by his appearance, day 12 was starting to take a toll on him. Dr. Hazel smiled, then opened the jar and aligned the lid along her asscrack. FFFRRRRRRAAAAAALLLBBBBBTTTTTTT! The RANK-10 certainly did the trick as a 7 second fart echoed inside the jar. The slave sprung to life, banging against the glass and begging for his life. Dr. Hazel shut the jar, long past sympathising with the whims of her slaves. Ethical science be damned; he’d be dead tomorrow anyway. She gave him one last glimpse of her ass, then sauntered to her next subject. The man was average height and weight. However, the stress conditions would not be. Hazel mounted the pulley and chair system the man was tied underneath to. The device was called, The Amazonator. It’s intention was to test what weight the average slave would crumble under. Of course, the subjects face was placed in Hazel’s ass for realistic variables-but she also did it for fun. BRRRRRRRRPPPPP! The man shuddered as her beany fart added an invisible weight of stink to his load. Hazel giggled and looked at the device’s LCD readout. “300 pounds. I’d say you’ve made some progress Jeremy.” PPPPPPPRRRRRRTTT! Jeremy’s thanks took the form of a painful scream. After his testing at her facility, he was to be released into a real Amazon household for domestic use. Hazel saw it as a good thing. What with her RANK-10 serum and the physical conditioning, he would be prepared for his trials. FFRRRRROOOMMMMPPPTTT! Jeremy didn’t seem to appreciate the learning. Dr. Hazel smiled, nestled her cheeks in deeper, and adjusted the weight to 350. Jeremy collapsed from exhaustion at around 450 pounds. The Dr. dismounted him and left the machine. “Make sure you practice on the machine Jeremy.” said Hazel, letting a small toot to his face signal her departure. Dr. Hazel moved on to “The Ant Maze.” Hundreds of microscopic tinies littered the sandbox inside a glass cage. Dr. Hazel mounted the cage, blocking out the sunlight for the tiny people below. A series of black dots began scraping for the edge of the glass. “I see your size hasn’t diminished your natural fear inclinations,” she declared. BBBRRRROOOMMMPPPTTT! An airy fart sent chunks of dirt and tinies flying. Dr. Hazel laughed as her fumes reverberated against her asscheeks. “Note to self; clone more tiny test subject.” PPPRRRLLLLLBBBLLLBBTT! A wet fart showered her inmates with ass juice and her stench. She rose, watching the survivors slowly stagger, then remained deathly still. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a lump of clay… it was molded to match her likeness. “Hmmm. Seems that your diminished size has given me the role of cultural deity. Fascinating!” Dr. Hazel pondered her discovery, then decided to resubmit her asscheeks against the opening. A hearty push plopped a disgusting turd onto their living space. Dr. Hazel sighed in relief, then bent her neck to address the tinies. “This is a gift from your Goddess. Treasure it appropriately!” FFFLLLBBBBLLLTOOTT! The citizens coughed and cheered as the overwhelming ass smell sunk into the ground. Dr. Hazel left them to their own devices. Hopefully she would come back to find herself a cultural icon in the Ant Cage. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The doctor never took a break from her experiments...even when she did. BBBRRLLLRRBBB! The usually bubbly fart took on a different texture than normal as the tiny in her ass absorbed the stink. Hazel took a quick bite of her sandwich, then grabbed an asscheek to adjust her pitch. PPPRRRRRRBBBBLLLFFTTT! The fart rose in pitch as she did so; her musical slave instrument seemed to be working wonderfully. PPRRROOOOBBBBFFFRRTT! The newest fart almost hit a musical scale. The doctor was distracted by the slave coughing in her ass. “Oh come now Bobby! You can’t smell a thing in there!” FRRRROOMMMMPPTT! True, Dr. Hazel HAD outfitted the boy with a micro flesh suit which protected him from the overpowering stench of her asshole. As she squeezed her asshole shut, his coughing resumed. “God, I swear,”; Hazel reached for a notepad, stifling a large toot she had rumbling in her ass. “Note to self; add anti-freeze chamber to adjust for rectal climate.” BBRRRLLLLBBBBBLLPPRRROOOOFFFFFTTT! Dr. Hazel sighed euphorically as the monster fart went full vibrato, then to falsetto. It was truly a masterpiece of ass and music. “Good, no squirming Bobby! Now if you could just sit still like…” Dr. Hazel came to the realization that Bobby’s immune system had had enough of her fierce fart heat. She shat the boy out into her hand. No pulse, just another dead slave in a fancy suit. Dr. Hazel shrugged and threw him into the wastebasket. “Another note to self, allow for larger chamber for slave comfort and breathing space.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Goddess sighed as her liquid sludge hit a finale into the toilet’s mouth. FFRRRRAAALLBBPPTT! The boy dutifully licked her tounge beneath her, praying that she didn’t subject him to even worse experiments. Still atop the boy, Dr. Hazel began drawing blood from his arm. She beckoned with her finger to follow, then rose to her computer. The boy took his place as her computer chair, licking her asshole clean as she worked. “Hmmm, glucose levels seem to be normal. You’re stomach lining is still intact. It seems the serum is effective! My shit is giving you all your vital nutrients while still keeping you healthy. You can now eat shit for breakfast, lunch, and my dinner!” She felt the boy shudder beneath her as he could now kiss his meals of ass smeared PB&J goodbye. BBBRRRRRLLLLBBBBB! The Goddess felt another shudder as her asshole sharted a bit of his meal on his tounge. “Tell me boy; what does it taste like?” She rose off him and gave him an inquisitive look. “It tastes...it tastes like shit.” He answered. Dr. Hazel smiled, as if his ansewer had barely offended her. Then it is working perfectly. She sat on his face once more, letting her asshole become decontaminated by the boy’s tounge. The next test subject was placed into a rat maze, with the instruction “GO!” outlined with a large arrow. The tiny stood stupidly, looking at the fork in the maze. Dr. Hazel hung her booty overhead the boy. He looked back at her puckering asshole and cowered in fear. BBRRRRLLLBBBBPPPPTTTT! The noxious fumes gave the boy insight to his path. He darted right, seeking cover from her mighty ass. FFRRRRRPPPPPTTTT! Another fart chased him around the mazes corridor, drenching him in sweaty, moist fart air. The boy sprinted and turned a corner...only to find the biggest of dead ends staring at him. FFRRRRRAAAAAAPPPPTTT! The boy caught a fart straight from her asshole. He sank down, overwhelmed by the putrid stench of her BLT sandwich. “Come now, we’ve run this maze with you twelve times Eric. You know this isn’t the exit.” Hazel sighed as her asshole pushed out a SBD. Eric ran as her powerful fart chased him like a sadistic game of cat and mouse. Dr. Hazel shook her head silently. It seemed her RANK-10 formula was causing bouts of memory loss. At least, it might be for the tiny populations. She would have to test her theory on more able bodied slaves. Maybe she could construct a life size maze. She knew a group of Giantesses that would LOVE to help her run experiments. PPRRRRTTTTT! A small fart rumbled out and Eric eventually succumbed to the stinky maze. Dr. Hazel picked him up and placed him inside his cage. “So close Eric! You were two feet from the exit!” She neglected to tell her maze subjects that the exit would drop them into a pile of her excrement, but she was an educator. They would soon learn to stop once their behavior was becoming volatile. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The RANK 10 serum had an adverse effect when consumed by her patients. Dr. Hazel wiggled her naked ass outside the plexiglass to test this theory. The tiny inside hooted like a deranged ape, his mouth slobbering at the sight of her perfect booty. He had become overwhelmed with lust after consuming the serum. Dr. Hazel found him jerking off around 3-4 times per day while she worked. FFRRRRRROOMMMMPPPPTTT! As the fart ended, Hazel pressed her asscheeks against the cage. The boy went wild, humping her butthole from beyond the glass. She giggled to herself. Science like this had its humorous side. PPLLLBBBBLLRRBBBTT! Her forceful fart rattled the glass, knocking the boy off his feet. He sprung back into action, acting as if nothing had happened. “Seems that pain still isn’t factored into your primal instincts, hmm?” Dr. Hazel smiled as the boy began stroking himself for the third time today. If she could distill her serum to a marketable substance, there would be billions to be made off of fart mistresses. “Imagine, having a fart boy as dedicated as you. For every Goddess out there.” Hazel plucked the boy from his cage and held him over her mouth. “Do you want me to swallow you? Do you want to become one of my farts?” The boy went ballistic, only able to channel his desires into animal spurts. Dr. Hazel lowered the boy. “I have a better idea. For science.” The Doctor dangled the boy around her asshole, turned on by his wanton desire for her booty. FRRRRROOOOPPPTTT! The fart threw the boy off temporarily; his coughing was replaced by devoted sniffing. The Goddess rubbed herself as the boy inhaled her toxic fart fumes, virtually ending his own life for pleasure. “Well, it’s a little unorthodox,” said Hazel, pushing the boy against her anal walls. “But what the hell? For science.” Her index finger ushered the boy into his existence as her personal buttplug. She could feel the boy wriggling,(probably humping) the insides of her ass. BBBLLLLBBBBBLLBBBB! Hazel treated the boy to a bubbly fart that probably sent his mind spiraling. She could feel his movement slow as the beany fart lingered. “Ohhh...nothing like you natural caught slaves...I swear.” The scientific Goddess fingered herself as the boy’s life slowly whittled in her ass. PPRRRRRRROOOOOOOTTTTTTT! A loud, spastic fart rung out, sending the boy into a seizure. PPRRRLLLBBBLLLBBBB! Dr. Hazel came before the boy did; she gently shit him out into the trash can and cleaned her privates up with a towel. “I love science,” she muttered. The science Goddess walked back upstairs as her test subjects trembled by her booty shakes.
PART 2 Dr. Hazel took the Visionball out of its packaging, watching the slave inside. Honestly, she was surprised he had made it through the shipping process. The holes poked along the translucent plastic were tiny, even for...well, a tiny! Ah well, this wasn’t her end of the testing. She took one last look at the tiny as he banged against the translucent plastic. Gently, she brought the ball to her naked ass, pushing it in deep. “Oooooh, my,” Hazel said. This was what she had loved best about her field-the thrill of discovery. She experienced a sexual zest as the ball slowly dipped around the curves of her anus. The boy’s faint shrieks of terror and frantic movements helped develop her enjoyment. “Well now that feels good. Very good. How’s the view in there?” The Goddess flexed her asshole, letting her tiny friend get a detailed look at the workings of her anus. FFLLBBBBPTTT! A tiny fart squeaked out, adding onto the sexual zen. “Your lucky they poked some holes in there. Otherwise you might be missing out.” BBRRRRRRBBBTTT! FFRRRRLLBBBOOTT! Two more farts, with even more zesty stench poured into the slits lining the plastic ball. The tiny recieved a delicate, but controlled amount of her fart. Taken this way, theoretically, a Mistress could torture her tinies for hours in her asshole. FFFLLBLLLUURRRTTTT! Not to mention, have a little fun with anal beads. BBRRRRPTTTTTTFFTT! Dr. Hazel perked up after that last fart. She felt the ball become jagged in her ass. She began to shit it out into her hands. Pity, the ball had broken inside. Ah well, at least the tiny was still kicking. She picked him up, gobbling him in her mouth. “Note to self, suggest for tighter plastic poly blend. Also, perhaps a smaller slave, another centimeter shorter in diameter.” PPPRRRROOOOTTT! Hazel sighed in relief, unaware that she had now shot the final piece from her asshole. She swept up, then continued on towards her next experiment. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The poor boy gathered up the last of his energy for a final sprint. He could see the good doctor’s delicious ass and pussy inviting him, only around 10 feet away. When he closed the gap, Dr. Hazel slightly accelerated on her tracked vehicle, taunting the boy further. FFFFRRRRLLLAAALPPTT! The added farts weren’t helping the boy’s stamina either. “Come on fart boy, we’re almost to 10 miles. Keep it up!” BBRRRRRLLAAAAPPTT! She smiled, watching the slave juke around his forward pace to catch the rancid smells of her trailing fart. This boy had been fed her branded RANK-10 gas inducer. In Goddesses, it increased their natural farting power. In slaves, it increased their desire for those fart molecules. It was a sadistic match made in heaven. BBRRRMMMMLPPPPTTTTTTT! Dr. Hazel smiled, enjoying the rippling toot dart out her asshole. She looked back to find her slave's reaction to the methane tune. The boy was flat against the ground, a good 20 yards behind her. She sighed, reversing back to boost the boy’s efforts. “Come now slave! You’ve almost beat your mark!” Dr. Hazel lowered herself off the vehicle to plant her ass just out of the boy’s reach. BLLLLLLLLTTTTTTTT! “Ahhh. Do you hear that, boy? How do you intend to pay tribute to my gas from here?” The boy remained silent, except for panicked gasps for air among her onion scented stink. Dr. Hazel sighed, twerking her plump cheeks and wincing her butthole at the boy. Nothing. As well trained as her subjects were, even she had to admit when they had reached their limit. It seems the beauty of her perfect white cheeks and repugnant, elongated farts simply weren’t motivation enough. The boy curled up, not even trying to look at her, shielding his nose to gain some fresh air for resting. Dr. Hazel crossed her arms, looking down at the boy in absolute impatience. That arrogant little shit, she thought to herself. I am a world renowned Goddess scientist, and he’s just a replaceable slave. If I wanted to, I could have 50 more of him in by… Suddenly, the Dr. struck upon an idea. She bent above the boys face and let loose. PPPRRRRRLLLBBBBPPLLL! A gentle fart rained down a flurry of beany gas on the boy’s forehead. He turned away in disgust. Still, it seems the RANK-10 effects were wearing off. “Oh yes, I know boy. They can be quite disgusting.” BBBRRRRROOPPPTT! “Ahhhh. Just think of what your tiny brethren have to go through.” That got his attention. The boy met with her greasy fart stench to look his Goddess in the eyes. “Good. Now, I’ll let you take a few minutes to rest. And we are going to beat that 10 mile mark. Understand?” FFFFFLLLBBBBOOOTTT! The boy began politely smelling her gas, though showing a slight distaste to the flavour. “Good boy. You appreciate that fart with your regular sized nose.” BBBBBLLLLTTT! Dr. Hazel rose, proud of her “motivational speech”. She was sure that the Guild of Jogging Goddesses would be pleased with her work. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The tiny stood atop the ladder, with Dr. Hazel right below. Well, relatively right below. To a tiny, it would seem to be almost 100 feet. “Come on now, jump! I don’t have all day!” said Dr. Hazel. Her words certainly didn’t make his task any easier. He took one last look at his objective: Dr. Hazel bent her ass towards the sky, buttcheeks outstretched and ready to catch all who entered. FFFWWWRRMOOPPTT! “Let’s go!” The tiny covered his mouth as the gargantuan toot seized control of his respiratory system. Suddenly, he received the courage to jump, if not only to escape the sausage flavored methane. He soared and tumbled through air, his reality becoming even more horrific as he approached her smelly cavern. He closed his eyes as his impact was at hand. He landed right on top of the Dr’s mushy pink butthole. The pain wasn’t severe due to the cushion, but he could feel his nostrils burning as her bum’s hot smelly center lit him up. “Finally! Well, I geuss I can’t argue with results. Good try 32.” said Hazel. She closed her bum, sealing in the tiny inside. He was forced to suffocate under her farts and booty meat as she recorded the results. “Hmm, 15 out of 32. It seems RANK 10 might have some correlation with depth perception after all. Welp, better keep testing for sure.” Dr. Hazel bent over a box of test subjects, spreading a cheek for tiny launch. FRRRLLOMMPPTTT! The tiny was shot, deafening his ears and smell receptors. The inmates of the box were none too happy either. His entry brought another ghastly spout of eggy shit smell to them. “All right, who’s next?” said Dr. Hazel gleefully. She spread her cheeks, bringing about her nasty asshole to the crowd of base jumpers. It seemed one participant was already eager to go. The Dr. caught him jump out of the corner of her eye. A little too off center. Yes indeed. The tiny passed her asscheeks and began hurdling towards the ground. However, Dr. Hazel was too quick. She snapped her feet into action, catching the tiny with her toes. Nimble as a cat, she brought her foot to her ass. “A little off mark, aren’t we?” she said slightly irked. BBBRRRROOOPPPTTT! FFFFFLRRRRBBBTTTT! PPMMOOMMPTTTT! The tiny crowd gasped in horror as their comrade received a fate worse than death. From a distance, her farts could be annoying. At that range, they were deadly. FFFFLLRRRBBTTTTTTTTT! Dr. Hazel’s entire ass jiggled with that fart, knocking the poor boy into a stink induced coma. He remained limp as the visible lines of the stinky RANK-10 formula circled around his body triumphantly. Dr. Hazel flicked the boy with her toenail into the box with his friends. “Now listen up!” said Dr. Hazel, now standing. “I paid good money for you slaves and I will not have my research ruined for the lives of a few little shits like yourselves. You’re hear to test draw distance. If you want, I could just hold you in my hand and fart on you till your eyes go blind. Hmmm? Anyone want to do that?” BBBLLMPPTTTSSSSSS! FFFLLRRRPTTTSSS! A few wet farts limped out, causing a sea of headshakes among the tinies. “No? Does anyone feel the jump distance should be lowered? How about right from my buttcheeks?” PPRROOOMMPPTTT! The tinies watched the very same cheeks wiggle violently at them, projecting their violent embrace. The headshakes began surfacing once more. “Good!” said Dr. Hazel. “Now: AGAIN.” With her ass spread once more, the Dr. once again awaited the next tiny to land. It didn’t take long. This one landed just off mark from her asshole. “All right, make that 15 out of 33,” said Dr. Hazel. She didn’t seem too pleased with the results. The remaining tinies endured a few furious fart around the confines of her asscrack whilst she recorded the results. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dr. Hazel took one last look at the tiny’s labeled jumpsuit. “The Final Backtier”. She smiled, obviously thinking it was funny. The scarred for her life tiny did not. “Shhh, don’t worry little one.” said Dr. Hazel, rubbing the tiny along her soft asscheeks. It was less to comfort the tiny and more to arouse her for bedtime. “You will be contributing to the most intimate of Goddess relationships with a tiny. Finally, we can know how long a slave will interact with our glorious booties. Won’t that be something?” PPRRRRRRRSSSSSSSS! The tiny screamed as the silent eggy fart cascaded along the curvature towards her. Dr. Hazel smiled, bringing the frightened young tiny out from her night gown. “Oh yes, I know they are frightening, my farts. But think of it this way. You are contributing more than yourself to this research. You are pioneering the way for Goddesses around the world!” The tiny girl began spurring off a series of insults and swears at the doctor, who didn’t much care. Their natural instincts were to be afraid, unwilling, and angry. Once her previous fart had fanned forth, Dr. Hazel placed the girl around the rim of her asshole. The girl screamed and wormed, desperately trying to escape. “Good night my little explorer. Science thanks you and...ohhh!...I thank you.” Dr. Hazel’s muscles relaxed as her asshole swallowed the girl whole. Her body was suction cupped along the anal walls, taking in all the day’s farts that the good doctor had produced. PPLLLRRRBBBB! Then, a few nighttime farts as well. Dr. Hazel sighed as she turned in her pillow. There would be no holding back for this test subject. Her suit was intended to vibrate once her heart rate shot down, triggering the time scale, all leading to an accurate time of death once exposed to her asshole. FRRRMMBBBPOOOTTTT! The scientific Goddess sighed as the hefty fart let loose. Her breathing slowed as her farts increased throughout the night. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Dr. Hazel had never been so happy to take a shit in her life. Her slaves were happy too, seeing as none of them were forced to eat it this time. Dr. Hazel grunted as a long log snaked from her asshole with a series of sly farts. PPRRRRTTT! BBLLLTTTPPTT! FFRRROOOTTT! The nearby tinies backed away in disgust, hoping to not obtain any additional torture than they needed. Finally, her asshole ceased to produce any more waste. SSHRRRLPPTT! Her asshole pinched off the morning turd, leaving a log that steamed it’s wretched stink across the table. “Alright slaves, find her! And remember, first one to get her sees no testing today!” Despite the aggravatingly vile stench of her shit, the tinies rushed towards the waste pile, clawing at her feces. One such tiny came up lucky, drawing the tiny and suit from the rubbish. “Well done!” said Dr. Hazel, picking up the corpse. Her eyes lit up...then immediately grew dark. The suit was damaged beyond repair, sending out no signals or reading of any kind. It seemed the experiment was a bust. She sighed, angry and disappointed. The tiny who had won the excavation danced triumphantly below her. She grimaced, not in the mood for his antics. “You, come here!” she said, ignoring her demand and picking the boy up. “No wait!” she heard him cry. “I’m not a test subject, you said-” “I said you weren’t a test subject today, boy,” said the Dr. placing him in a jar for later. “However, tonight is another story.” The boy cried in desolation while Dr. Hazel walked off to get her asshole cleaned. |
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