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The Fairytale Giantess WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS THE AMERICAN WONTON USUAL. READER DISCRETION ADVISED. PART 1 Clark of Rattleberg was a relentless adventurer. Throughout his travels he sought out fine riches and women to consume-his luck had him run out of both shortly after. Years of searching brought him to the legend “Sulfur Cave”, where it turns out, he’d find both of his pursuits in ample supply. The climb was arduous and the mountain certainly lived up to its name. With every step Clark could smell an egg like smell and...something else. By the time he concluded to wear his scarf around his face the entrance revealed itself. Through dark tunneling he crept and to his surprise, the darkness didn’t last long. At the end of the passage came a bright shining light and the most magnificent sight he’d ever seen. There was an ocean of treasure lined across the floor, gold pieces, silver, everything! He was about to exclaim and happily climb down the mountain to retrieve his treasure bags when he caught eye of her. A woman, naked and voluptuous slept on part of the pile. Not only that but she was...HUGE! A Giantess of dragon size! Oh but she was gorgeous, a beauty beyond compare! Clark couldn’t help but prop himself down for a closer look. For him, that meant a full look, and he carefully scuttled around the pile to look at her backside. Oh those big creamy white cheeks, he thought with a smile. I hope she’s able to make some Giant very happy with that. Then, she shifted and Clark froze. BBBBBBLLLLLLRRRRRRRPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTT! The fart shot out with little refinement Clark had seen from other ladies. It sounded like a damn marching parade all at once! Then the smell hit, oh heavens! Clark covered his mouth and gagged as the hot onslaught of cow manure filled his senses. In his stifled breath he gasped-the creature stirred awake. “Hmmm?” it wondered aloud. Clark hurriedly dropped to the ground and muscled himself amongst the coins. This creature revealed itself deadlier than he thought. PPPPPTTUUURRLLLTTTRRRTTTTTTTT! The sound and smell of a large dying animal blew past him and he struggled to hold his breath; the gust of fart was strong enough to conveniently knock more money on top. He felt the pile shake as the creature stirred. Her breathing became...noticeable. Impatient. BBBBRRRLLLAAAAPPPBBBBTTTTTT! “Where are you hiding?” he heard her stern voice. “Come out, come out, whereever you are…” PPPPLLLLOOOOOORRSSSSSS! Clark shook; he suddenly wished he’d encountered a dragon just now! God the eggy, sulfur smell, there lay the wretched source! There was a thud, and another thud as she slammed her ass against a corner of the pile. “I don’t get many visitors, so I know what they sound like, what they SMELL like...and what they feel like.” The wind was knocked out of Clark as the Giantess sat on his spot gently. Her luscious creamy cheeks could be made out amongst the darkness. Clark shivered-he saw the mouth of her dark brown anus, it’s edges puckering out towards him. “I know you’re here, little thief. Come out and I might let this fart just....pass you by.” Clark saw her asshole shoot forward with an awful gurgle, the slimy texture coating him with ass meat and a mess of pubic hairs. He mustered enough air past the musky, sweaty smell to cry out in mercy! “I’m..UGHAH!-here! I’m here!” he cried. The Giantess laughed. “You’re not very good at hide and seek.” BBBBLLLRRRBBBOOLLLOOORRRBBTTTTTT! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The sour, raunchy fart left Clark in a miasma of headache. He could still feel it cling to his skin as the Giantess snapped her cheeks together. He was carried off in the jaws of her asscheeks, her dangling, successful catch. “Ahh a man down here! Finally, it’s been mostly older maidens and dwarves coming to treasure hunt. You last MUCH longer.” She turned and Clark was spat to the ground harshly with a toot. BBRRRLLLLOOOOOTTTT! He coughed, finding the strength to claw his way backwards as she cornered him into a wall. There was no escaping this one-he was doomed. “Oh no, too tired to run away?” The Giantess mocked. “Fair enough. You’ve come a long way and I’m hungry. Why don’t you just climb on inside and I’ll make it easy on you...somewhat.” FFRRLLLLLRRAAABBBBTTTT! The spicy bean fart beared down on Clark and he struggled to get a word in while she laughed. His sword was useless to her fire dragon farts...his mind, fleeting as it currently was, became the only tool at his disposal. The Giantess spread her asscheeks and began to sit. “Wait!” Clark managed to cry. “I am not depleted just yet m’lady!” The Giantess roared with laughter, plopping down next to him. “‘My lady! I hadn’t heard that in a while!” Her large fingers plucked him onto her vagina, a smell separate but equally raunchy as her asshole. “Why such courtesies? You’re no knight, fart man.” PPLLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRTTTT! Clark wisely refused to address her own crude behavior and the raging skunk smell rising from her asscheeks. “I just, well...I’d like to converse with you, with such a beautiful young woman, I mean.” he said. “I don’t even know your name. Here, I am Clark, of Rattleberg.” The Giantess roared with laughter-so much that she shook Clark to fall between her asscheeks, where her asshole greeted him with a charter of giggle toots. BBRRRLLLPPPTTT! FFFLLOOOTTT! PPRRROOFFFTTT! They seemed to make her laugh harder. “Well ‘Clark of Rattleberg’, I am Melissa of...I don’t even remember where. I suppose you’d like to know why I’m going to eat you and blah blah blah, hmm?” Before Clark could ansewer, her finger brought him to her asshole, where she rubbed him in the midst of her ass slime. “Well here’s your ansewer, fart man. Do you smell that? It was almost as bad as when I was a little lady. I used to rip ass onto the face of every little cock-pilferer in the land.” PPPRRRLLLLLLRRBBBTTTTT! “Like that. And let me tell you, they were smelly then too. So much so they had a witch banish me to this cave! Well the joke is on all of them, fart man. I have stupid wanderers like you to keep me company.” PPPRLLLOOOMMMMPPPTTTTT! The swampy fart had her asshole suckle him in. Clark had no way of bracing himself for the inside, where her wet lake water fart tortured his lungs. “Not to mention a little snack to keep me entertained.” she said giggling, pushing him in with a finger and pushing him out with her anus. “I-WHOAH- WAIT!” Clark cried. She sighed, sharting him out with a brassy raw tomato fart. BBLLLRRAAUGGHHBBRRTTT! “Ugh, you’re boring me, fart man.” Clark saw stars, along with the misty gas haze. He stumbled around his words, as if drunk by her raw ton of methane. “I ummm- I was just wandering about the gold...is it part of the curse, madaam Melissa?” She wore a smile...was he charming her? “Why very observant, little fart Clark. Here, allow me to enlighten you.” She stood, simply passing over him with a footstep-she didn’t seem too concerned about him escaping. She bent down, spreading her asscheeks, her anus bulging with a grunt. “Aohh...I used to love clogging the outhouses back home with one of these…” BBBRRTTT! A tiny squeaky toot was all that could escape from her anus as the massive log protruded. It slunk to the ground, large as a tree trunk. It was too solid to curl, simply smashing to bits as it’s length increased. Clark’s lips trembled and his eyes watered at the egregious shit smell. He knew nothing of such ghastly images-but he knew that was one large shit. FFTLLLRRRUURRLLLTTTTTTTT! Melissa giggled as her asshole celebrated with a thundering flappy toot. Clark couldn’t hide his disgust-he puked, politely turning his head while retching. Melissa look back at him and smiled. “Yeah, they were big back home too. They used to call me “The Clogger”! I had to shit in the woods once they got sick of it. Except now when I leave it long enough, this hunk of poop turns to gold. Beauty in the eye of the beholder, am I right?” Clark’s senses had enough...he needed to leave! Unfortunately, Melissa snatched him, having another ideas. “You can see why I don’t want little shits like you coming to steal my gold. Every drop is a treasure, a piece I MADE! You can’t put value on THIS.” She bent down to stick the poor adventurer’s face in her creation, where he wretched onto it. “Aww, don’t like it? How about I take you to the source, I’m sure you’ll find some nice trinkets in there.” Clark opened his eyes to find her shit covered anus opening to greet him. PLLRRUUUSSSSSSTTTT! A greasy shit fart simply poured out her gaped anus as it opened wide enough to swallow him whole. His head was spinning and it felt like the air was being sucked out. Right as her anus began sucking him inside, he declared: “I propose a challenge!” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Your challenge?” “My...what? Hmmm?” “Your challenge, fuckwit! My booty is getting anxious.” FFLLLRRRRPPPPTTTTTT! It was all coming back to Clark with her putrid stomach acid fart. His eyelids fluttered open and he spoke with a dry mouth. “I uhhh….YES! My umm, beautiful um...beauty, I propose a challenge, to lift your curse!” Melissa sighed but remained silent; she had her ass pointed mere feet away, spread and ready to fire at a cause for Clark’s blundered words. “Please, let me explain! You’re just so pretty, my dear, but others, they haven't had the chance to..umm, express that!” The Giantess laughed. “Quite so, because I ate them and shat out their remains!” BBBLLLUURRLLBBBTTT! Clark quickly held his nose against the rancid, bubbly toot. “COUGH, well yes, my dear, but I have such luster for you! Let me show you. If I can pleasure myself without succumbing to your...ummm….” PPTTUURRPPTT! PPCCOOORRLTT! “My farts,” she expressed with words and booty. “Yes, my dear your delicious powerful, um...succulent farts, then you let me go. If I do succumb, well then-” “I keep you as long as you last? You lick my booty clean after every shit? You write ballads up at night as I nestle you between my cheeks?” After her ultimatum, Melissa slapped her cheeks hard with a laugh-the fart eerily followed, loud as lightning. BBBRRRTTTLLLOOORRRPPPTTBBBBRLLTT! “Well...yes,” he sheepishly agreed. Melissa looked back and smiled at her contestant. “You’re quite the brave little morsel...or the stupidest.” The contest was set. Against a wall Clark was placed, Melissa’s large butt spread to block his exit. FFRRLLLUUUPPTTOOORRTT! “Ahh, begin!” she cried. And with the rippling fart that tickled her asshole and Clark’s nervous system, they began. Clark stroked his cock at the sight of her asshole expanding for another fart. BBLLOOOOOPPPTTTTT! It was airy and loud, a true display of her large, freakish fart nature. Clark cried out, desperate to focus on her pleasure parts. He much preferred women from the front. PPPRROOOOFFFFFFTTTT! That is, any side that was incapable of launching such eggy, raunchy toots. Melissa laughed as he fell to his knees. “Giving up already? Oh this is rich! I can already hear the ballads being sung! ‘Poor little fart man, try as he may, fell to the Giantess booty this day’!” BBBRRRRRRPPTTTTTTTT! She cackled and he vigorously gazed onwards past the fart mist. He looked around towards the edge, where he imagined squeezing and slapping the fart mistresses cheeks. The smell led him back to her anus, a living, breathing torture mechanism. He was gaining momentum-until she farted, where it dropped. PPFFSSHHWWARRLLTT! A sour wet shart sent sprays of shit onto Clark. The Goddess laughed. “Sorry my dear, just making a little room for you. You know I can choose what shape you’ll take inside me. Do you prefer silver or jade? You strike me as a bronze man.” FFRRUTLLSSHHTTTTT! She gave another brutish laugh as she covered him in a waterfall of shit spray. It was hopeless! She was just too powerful. The acidic smell poured into Clark. “Not like this...my story...can’t end like this!” Definitely he rose, stroking himself, eyes closed against the sea of farts and shit Melissa launched. BBRRRLLLOOTT! FFFPPRRROOTT! PPPRRAAAPPTTT! BBLLLLLTTTT! They came in rapid fire, with varying degrees of smell and taste, all awful. Clark blindly stepped forward and masturbated, coming upon her taint. He felt around and found the opening of her clitorous. Melissa laughed at the touch. “Oh why look at this gentleman! Already getting started on pleasuring me! Here, why don’t you sing me a tune, in this key please.” PPRRPPPPBBBBBBLLLTTTT! She laughed heartily as the egg and sour milk smell poured from her asshole. Clark yelled as he felt her still drying shit from her asshole kiss his face. He went on, picturing all the lovely ways he could pleasure this lady. His head drooped, deeper into the messy, shitty mixture. Clark stroked and stroked, the thoughts becoming less abstract as he took in Melissa’s scent. BBLLOORRFFFFFFFFSSSSS! Her asshole seemed to kiss him goodnight as he slunked inside it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The nightmare had already started. He could smell Melissa in all her horrible drought of gas. The air was cool, a pretense for the oncoming swarm of hot stinky gas to endure. Clark teared up, imaging all the pent up regret he had for entering this cave. PPLLLRRRRTTTT! “Wake up, stupid!” Melissa cried. Clark did. He felt her ass ooze stick on his skin, the smell of shit engrained on every pore. What he saw was Melissa’s cheeks, spread above him-only the size of a normal, (well, excessively plump) woman’s booty. BBBRRRRRRRTTTTTTT! Her hole unleashed again onto his face. She exhaled and rose, leaving him with the taste of dried up berries and shit taste. He stirred quickly to avoid the smell. Melissa laughed. “Well I’ll be damned he lives! And will get to tell the tale, I suppose.” Clark stared at the gorgeous smelly woman, just under a head taller than him. “What is...how…?” She smiled. BBRRLLLLLLRRRRTT! “Well OBVIOUSLY you found a way to lift the curse. My prince charming, I suppose. I don’t expect a kiss from any of my toilets though...you smell like shit!” He did indeed. Melissa laughed and walked away. “Take your gold and go, I suppose. I no longer have need of it. Now that I’m back I have plenty of young lives to grace with my gas.” PPRRRROOOOOOTTT! Clark shivered watching her shitcaked ass cheeks tremble with the fart. He was lucky she wasn’t Giantess size to inflict it upon him. “Farewell fart man! I suppose you’ll need a new name after this adventure...I dub thee, FART of Rattleberg!” She shrieked with laughter and spread her cheeks: PPLLLUURRLTBBBPRRAAAAAAPPTTT! The slimy, noxious fart was the last he was to endure from her as she exited the cave. He took a moment under her gas to vow then and there his adventuring days were over.
PART 2 Clark had lost a lot from his travels in the Sulfur Cave. He lost his notoriety, his fame, and especially his sanity. Luckily, his quest was completed, and the spoils of his adventure served to ease his pain. Emma and Tanya did not advertise themselves as whores-you couldn’t just brandish a bag of gold for their company. They flocked to every corner of the world, their beautiful elvish bodies greeting only the most generous of patrons. Clark had a castle full of gold, and soon became their newest playmate. Clark provided for them, sometimes gold, sometimes food, or clothing, or a place to sleep. They were both fair, making sure to pleasure their gracious host. Emma kissed along Clarke’s neck, running her delicate fingers through his hair. Tanya was a little more in-depth: her thighs wrapped around his shoulders, giving Clark full view of her posterior as she suckled on his penis. Clarke sighed in pleasure-they’d done this before, but it was a new experience every time. Emma began to sing a lullaby in Clarke’s ear, pinching her playmate’s luscious tan cheeks. Clarke watched Tanya’s cheeks seperate, watching her foreign genitals reveal themselves in all their beauty. These women were perfect, shaved, poised, and without flaw. Clarke inhaled, enjoying the full range of pleasure in his bedroom. The relaxed, flagrant smell of a woman always calmed him through his troubles, even when he was a pauper adventurer. Tanya kissed the tip, playfully biting it; Emma laughed, kissing her host and biting his ear. “Any preferences, my love?” Emma whispered, pulling apart her companions as cheeks and seductively showcasing her own. Clarke was lost in both their figures...until he smelt a smell they could NOT produce. Melissa. “Care for a THIRD opinion? Haha!” Melissa’s shrill voice came through the walls and the room froze. Clarke could only whisper no as his world was torn apart. BBBRRLLAAAAPPPRRRRBBBBBBBTTTTTTT! Melissa’s giant buttocks came crashing through the walls with a warcry. The women shrieked and flung themselves under the bed. Clarke was left alone on the bed, coughing past the rank smell of the fruity fart. “Oh romeo, romeo, wherefore FART my romeo!” Melissa cackled again and grabbed her prey in a hand that spanned the bed. She stood as tall as the castle, her booty the width of three carriages! “Sorry for interruption, ladies, but he’s MY gentleman caller right now.” Melissa’s ass filled the hole she created and Clarke watched her booty unload. FFFRRRLLAAABBRRROOTTT! PPLLLRRAAAABBBBBBBTTTT! “NO! STOP YOU BEAST!” he cried. Melissa laughed as the filthy gas eeked out of every window. The two women’s seductivity dropped as they rushed out the front door. Melissa scooped them up in her hands. “Actually, change of plans. Clarke seems to want a party, not a crowd, hmm ladies? Why shouldn’t he get all the fun?” FFFLLLBBAAAARRTTTTTTT! Her other hand was pressed against her ass, where the filthy smell of a thousand piles of rotten fruit caked their faces. “Why-why are you doing this?!” Clarke screamed. It all seemed like such a horrid nightmare. Melissa smiled. “Obviously our story isn’t over yet, Fart of Rattenberg! I am not yet returned to my delicate form! Oh ladies hush, I’m speaking to the knight at hand! Well, IN my hand, haha.” Clarke watched in horror as Tanya was shoved headfirst into The Giantesses’ asshole. Emma screamed, watching her companion's legs kick and scream against the groaning noise of her booty. BBRRRLLLLLUUUUPPPTTTTT! Her asshole vowed to finish it’s work and in Emma was shoved as well. Melissa moaned as her pink pooper carried the squirming girls. “Ahhh, these two put up more fight than your guards, Fart man! You should have had them standing at the gates.” PPPLLLUUUTTRRRTTTTTT! Melissa spread her cheeks at Clarke, her butthole opening wide enough to showcase the screaming women trapped inside. “I’ll-HOLD ON LADIES-I’m...I’m,”. Melissa cackled, burdening her captives with another raunchy, onion fart. Clarke coughed, at a loss for words, unlike the rest of his adventures. “Please, just let them go,” he decided. Melissa stuck Clarke in between her asscheeks, walking across the garden. “Oh I think not, Fart of Rattenberg. You and I have unfinished business. Think of them as...collateral.” PPRROOOSSSSSSSSSRRBBBB! Clarke was brought to tears at the hot spicy fart, both by it’s painful taste and the screams of the trapped women inside. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It seemed like hours of being grinded between Melissa’s booty, listening to the poor women trapped inside. Every second Clarke felt the burden of guilt as they begged for mercy in her bowels...and Melissa never delivered. “No, please they’ve had-” Clarke felt her butthole rise against his skin. FFBBBLUUUULLRRRRBBBB! “Ohhh, now that was a juicy one!” cried Melissa, smacking her cheeks. Clarke gagged at the cheesy smell of putrid methane. “Perhaps you’d like to join your little fucking whores, hmm Fartman? I’m sure they’d enjoy your company. I know I did.” BBBLLLRRRRRRTTTTT! Clarke stayed quiet as the rumbling toot rolled out; he could hear the women crying, dying in a flurry of her noxious heat...but his bravery didn’t extend that far. Melissa laughed, her gas still pouring out like a faucet. “Ladies, did Clarke ever tell you the tale of how he got all that gold? It was from me, my shit! I saw the necklace he gave you, tan one, did it fit you well?” Tanya cried out as they all felt her spincter tighten along with her asscheeks; the insides rustled with the sounds of an approaching army of stink. “Oh you look so pretty, the both of you.” Melissa continued. “You’d look real nice around my neck, or how about a hip necklace? That is, if you can take the smell.” PPRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFLLLLRRR! There it was, the silent eggy SBD she’d been saving. Clarke cried out for Tanya and Emma as they were silent, drowning in a pool of stink around them. “Let them COUGH go!” he cried. Melissa laughed, opening her cheeks. It appeared they arrived. “As you wish, brave knight.” said Melissa. Her ass was bent over a crudely designed steel trap. It had one opening, not wide enough for her, but just opened enough for Tanya and Emma to be shat onto the floor. FFFFLLBBBOOUUURRTTT! PPPRRAAAAAPPPTTT! BBBBRRBOOOFFFTTTTT! “Stop, you’re killing them!” Clarke cried. Melissa sighed, taking little care to lift her booty from the box. The lid was shut and she smiled down at Clarke. “No my dear, YOU are. Did you not notice anything different about me? Like how I’m NOT fucking normal size?” She spun around, planting her legs and ass on the floor. BBBRRROOOAAARRRTTTT! Her asshole roared and Clarke shook under the pressure of the heat wave. The distinct smell of rotting flesh and shit came crawling back from his memory. The man sized asshole puckered out devilishly, a personified form of her vile manner. “Whah...what do you want?” he said. “Oh anything a girl wants, jewels, a handsome prince...AND TO BE TURNED BACK TO NORMAL!” BBBRRRLLLRRUUTTTT! Melissa farted angrily in his direction; Clarke tried to run away from its vicinity, until her booty lifted. WHAM! “Uh uh, no!” she cried at her ass with Clarke underneath. “You’re not going anywhere until we turn me back to normal. I have so many lives to ruin with my gas and I’d like to have everyone else at less of a disadvantage. First they shall see my beauty, then my booty. Understand?” FFBBULLARBBRRRRRLLRBBTT! Her ass shook the ground with her fart, piledriving Clarke into a stuttering mess. He coughed past the vile nest of shit smell. “Please, just let them go…” The decry started as bravery, but Clarke soon realized it’s stupidity. Melissa rose, and Clarke heard the latch open. Emma and Tanya were conscious enough to beg for mercy. “Please no...NO!” Melissa grunted and Clarke saw the log poke it’s way into their trap. “Ohhhh...clock is ticking, Fart of Rattenberg! I’ve been holding this one in all day...I can’t much longer...OHHH!” The ladies cried in relief as the turd fought it’s way back into Melissa’s asshole. FFBBRRRUULLUUTTT! They cried and gagged as the noxious toot sent her shit’s smell their way, whence Melissa closed the lid. “You're the key to all this, including their lock of freedom!” declared Melissa, plopping herself to face Clarke again. “So fix it, fart man!” PPRRROOOPPLLBBTTT! Clarke needed a moment to puke as he saw her shit turtlehead out her anus. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “I...I don’t know what to do...I’m sorry...HEY WAIT!” Melissa rose, lifting the lid and letting her booty speak to the women once more. PPLLLRRRSSSSUURRRRSSTT! A sour fart wrangled it’s turnip and cabbage smell onto the women. The gagged in protest. “Oh, well I’m sorry ladies,” said Melissa. “Fart man just doesn't know what to do! How sad. Maybe I should just eat you all, hmmm? First we have to clean some room.” They shrieked as Melissa grunted, showing them what lay inside. “Wait, hold on!” Clarke called. “Let’s just...do what we did last time.” Melissa smiled, closing the lid. “Ohh that sounds like fun! But I’d hurry, it’s getting pretty rank in there.” Clarke was nearly a foot away from Melissa’s asshole as she once again cornered him with her booty. There was a grumble and an beasty growl-Melissa’s asshole was clearing that gap. FFFLLRRUUURRRTTTTTT! “Ohhhh,” she called out; Clarke grimace as her anus pushed him against the wall in it’s slimy, smelly embrace. “You ladies should try this in the bedroom. It really gave Clarke a stiffy last time, right my prince?” BBBBRRROOOOTTTTT! Her booty blasted again and Clarke was having trouble getting it up once more. “Are you done yet?” Melissa asked, secondly with a small fart. “I-NO! YOU WILL KNOW!” Clarke called in anger. BBRRRAAFFLLRRRTTRRTTT! Melissa laughed as her fart knocked him to the ground. “I don’t think you should raise your voice, Fart man. It’s impolite.” In her politeness, she graced him with a salt and brimstone smelling toot while he was down. “Tell you what, maybe we should make this a little more...traditional.” Melissa rose, leaving Clarke panting on the ground; a brown stain encircled him where her dirty asshole poked the turd too far out. Melissa opened the box and returned with Tanya, screaming bloody murder. “What do you say dear? Can you lift our knight’s detriment spirits? At least try his cock, HA!” Melissa spread her creamy plump cheeks; in her plump imperfect figure, she shoved one of the most beautiful woman Clarke had been face first into her asshole. PPTTTTTLLLLLLRRRTT! Tanya shook wildly inside, Melissa’s bootyhole still slurping her down. “Oh my, let’s leave the important parts out.” said Melissa, expelling Tanya’s legs and hips. “Is this enough for you, fart man, or do we need the paler whore as well?” FFFRRTTUULLLLLRRTTTT! They could both hear Tanya’s screams; Emma begged to be left alone, no money in the world worth Melissa’s torture. Melissa laughed. “Hurry hurry, fart man.” Melissa lowered her booty to the ground and Clarke snapped awake. He rushed toward Tanya and clumsily mounted himself into her. FFFFFRRRTTOOOOOOOTT! Tanya and he gagged as Melissa’s hot fart of shit smell poured into both of them...more so Tanya. “Ohhh now that feels good. How’s it for you my dear? Perhaps we should try some toys?” Tanya cried out as Clarke stumbled his cock into her asshole. He usually didn’t go for that hole, but this was a dire situation, in need of a quick release. BBBLLLRRRRRRRRTTT! Besides, the pain was no doubt more severe in the front. Clarke thrusted fast as he could; it was difficult, as Melissa’s hole adjusted with every disgusting expulsion. PPRRTT! BBLLLAPPTT! Clarke knew those farts and he knew that smell. Tanya made struggled sounds; Clarke new on the inside she was swallowing the brim of Melissa’s shit. “Oh, I know his cock is tiny, dearie, trust me! I couldn’t even feel him inside me. You on the other hand are doing an excellent job!” PPRRTTOOSSSSSHHH! Tanya sputtered and stopped moving. “No!” Clarke cried. He thrusted as fast as he could, trying his hardest not to black out past the acidic smell of her shit. Seconds of pain and pleasure went by. Clarke expelled himself at the last second, making sure to aim his sperm as Melissa’s hole, a target none too easy to miss. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Melissa groaned as the gnarly turd began to unleash. Clarke watched dumbfounded and disgusted as Tanya moved along, stuck inside the tree trunk sized shit. FFLLLRROOTSSSHHTTT! Finally, a mist of rank air released the chunk of shit. It was large, not as large as Clarke’s first experience….but it smelled twice as deadly. “No, NO!” With one hand to shield himself against the fire of shit smell, Clarke dug into the mess of pile. His hands tore at the brownish black turd, still bursting with steam that tore at his eyelids. PPRRPPAAABBTTT! Melissa laughed as her fart added to the pile. “Oh how cute! This makes for quite the pillow talk.” she said, bursting into laughter. Clarke clawed and clawed, breathing in every particle of shit that spanned an entire bed. These words proved evident, as he succumbed to slumber under the harsh smells. Clarke wasn’t graced with the presence of magic to see Melissa transform again. He was greeted with her shit stained asshole, normal sized, puckering above his nostrils. “Wakey wakey, my sweet prince.” BBBLLLRRRRRRRRRR! A soft fart droned onto his nose; his head spun from the senses of feeling her dried shit poke out her mushy asshole. “Ahhh, still fun at normal size, eh Fart of Rattenberg?” she spoke softly. Clarke’s eyes welled up in tears; in his deviousness of the mind, he remembered the smell of Tanya’s soft, supple cheeks. “Tanya..she-” “Oh she’s gone, fart man. That’s part of the bad news. Shame too, those foreign girls taste delicious in my booty. I was also looking for a nice piece of porcelain to wear.” FFFLLBBUURRROOOTTT! “Ohhh, yummy, berry farts! Lick it up fart man, for there’s good news! I think I’ve find a way to break the spell, temporarily, at least.” PPRRROOOOTLLTTT! Clarke was forced to sniff and stay silent under the force of her gas. “The ansewer is true love! Well, lust, anyway. The spell will wear off every once in awhile if I don’t stop tormenting people with my booty. Which will never happen.” FFFLLLRRAAARRRTT! Clarke tasted her shit stew, full of beef, and he knew that to be true. “So I’ll just call on you every so often to reverse it. No biggie, hmmm, since we’re destined to be together no?” Clarke watched her anus propel again. “Emma...please, let her-” “Let her go? Certainly, I can’t eat her pretty little tits like this. Then again I might save her for later. It depends if you’ll do me a favor.” She grunted and gently opened Clarke’s mouth with his chin. FFBBUUURRLLTTT! Clarke gagged and tried to shut it once more. “Oh no, I wouldn’t do that. There’s more to come, much more and you’re going to eat all of it, licking my delicious butthole clean afterwards. Do you know why?” PPPRRSSHHOORRLTLTT! The slimy shit poured into Clarke’s open mouth. “Ahhh! Because you’re a hero, Clarke. It’s what you do. And your delicate little maidens thank you so much for it. HRGH!” BBLLRRASSSSSHHHTTTT! Clarke did indeed swallow every drop for Emma’s sake and his tounge dove into the depths of Melissa’s unrelenting ass afterwards. Being an adventurer was the biggest regret of his life.
PART 3 Clarke’s adventuring days were over. He settled into his favorite armchair, a different man, tired and weary of the way of the world. Greed and a sense of adventure were replaced with idleness and an appreciation of life’s pleasures. One of those was Emma, who came to sit on his lap in her winter dress. Clarke smiled into her eyes, dark green and luscious. He ran a hand through her perfect blonde hair and kneaded a breast through her dress. They embraced in a passionate kiss. It certainly wasn’t always this way, for either of them. Both had been with countless other partners, from all walks of life. But now, they couldn’t stand being a moment away. Their past experiences left them wanting nothing but the embrace of each other...Melissa always had other plans. There was a hurried knocking on the door. The two separated with worried looks into each other's eyes. Clarke closed his eyes and sighed. “I’ll have supper ready, if you can stand it.” Emma said, kissing his neck. She rose to let Clarke ansewer the door. “Please, nothing with meat.” he replied. Emma nodded and Clarke answered the door. The visitor couldn’t even wait for it to open before he started spewing. “Sir Clarke please, she’s taken three villagers, a guard, and two young loves! Please, hurry!” Clarke sighed and brushed past the man to meet Melissa. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Meeting two beauties in a day was cause for celebration for the old Clarke. The new Clarke dreaded entering Melissa’s cave. PPPRRRRBBBBBBBTTTT! He braced himself as the owner of the fart sighed, giggling and mumbling to herself inside. Clarke stepped into the darkness, meeting his timely fate again. “Ah finally, Fart of Rattenberg! Come, I was just telling your tale to my visitors!” Melissa grunted. BBBLLLRRRRAALLRRRUUTT! She giggled and Clarke could just make out their screams. “They seem really interested about my parts.” Clarke didn’t even try to avoid Melissa’s scent. She lay on her side, tall as a wall, her luscious large cheeks facing his way. Her farts could clear a room, then a hallway, then a field. Clarke bravely walked into the misty haze of raw beef and stale bread smell; a different Clarke would have run the opposite direction. “Melissa, let them go. I told you, you don’t need to bring anyone else here but me.” Melissa turned her head, a wide grin worn on her beautiful face. “Oh but how would I call for you, my love? After all you barely come to visit, I need someone to keep me company.” FFFFTTUURRLLLRRRTTT! “Ohhh,” she sighed, wiggling her great asscheeks. “These toys aren’t that fun to play with either. They can’t handle my bubbly rice toots like you can.” Clarke cleared his throat. “Melissa, out NOW!” “Tsk, tsk, so rude, Fart man! Do you speak to you’re whore that way?” PPPPRRRAAAAPPTT! FFTTUURRRTTTT! She spread her cheeks, letting her man sized hole of stink purse forth. “Melissa-” “Oh alright, fine fine…”. Melissa’s beauty dissipated as she sat up and spread her cheeks to the ground. Past the thick, juicy figure lay a mangle of untrimmed pubic hairs, circling her shit encrusted asshole like a flock of ravens. Apt enough, as when her gaping hole spread, Clarke dutifully turned his head. PPPPRRRUUUTTT! FFFLLAAAABBBRRRTTTT! Her anus produced two loud, flapping farts, filling the air with the shit smell he’d become so accustomed too. Along with the loud bursts came the screams of a full grown man and teenaged boy, plopping to the ground. They coughed; luckily enough she’d left them with any breath at all. “Ahh. See, they’re fine.” said Melissa. PPLLLRRRLAAURRRBBBTT! A sour fart sent them scurrying across the ground to Clarke. The teenaged boy clung to him, smelling of the depths of her anus. “Please, Anita is in there, she said she won’t release her!” Melissa sighed. “Oh you party pooper, I was saving that surprise for Fart! Ah well, speaking of poop…” Melissa let out a dainty grunt and her asshole expanded again. FFFFWWSSSOOHHLLOTTTT! An expulsion of diarrhea came forth, further dirtying her asshole beyond proportion. In the hot mucky mess they found the girl, coughing and choking on the shit. “Too bad boy, she’s not all that pretty. In an hour or so you could have had a lovely necklace made from my shit, perhaps give it to a prettier girl, hmm?” BBBRRWWAAARLLLTT! Clarke rushed forward, grabbing the girl by her shoulder. She puked, trying her hardest to compose herself past the acidic feces. Clarke picked her up once she stumbled again; Melissa watched the ordeal with laughter. “This will make quite a fine tale for your grandchildren, hmm?” She let out a series of small wet sharts as the two distanced themselves from the might of her ass. “Go, get her some mint leaves, it will ease her suffering.” Clarke called as the left the cave. Melissa sighed, crawling over to pick the miniscule Clarke up by her fingers. “Just me and you now, Fart man. That was just a warmup. I saved a fresher load for you today, my special little man.” Clarke was all too late to hold his breath as he was whisked into her asscrack. FFFLLLTTUURRROOLLLBBPPPTTTTTTTT! The monster fart lasted a full 20 seconds. There was no blocking that, especially when it blew his face in all directions with a flurry of hot, shit encrusted fart. “Ah, now let’s begin.” Clarke moaned as he was effortlessly pushed into the depths of her shit hole. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Melissa’s sexual experiences with Clarke were part sexual, part interogation, part conversational. Clarke felt her fingers flush within her vagina as he stuck to her anal walls. BBBLLLOOORRRBBTTT! She moaned as he gagged; they’d built up an unnatural tolerance for each other so that Clarke could last much longer in her asshole. Every day she pushed the limits of her endeavors, farting deeper, longer, and stinkier. PPPRRRRRAAABBTTT! Clarke endured it all for the sake of the villages she would torture. “Ahh, fresh chicken farts.” said Melissa, highlighting the smell her hole emanated today. “So you never answered me? How are you and that whore getting along?” Clarke barely managed to have himself heard against the growling inside her bowels. “What...do you mean…”. PPPSSSOOOORRRSSSS! “You’re whore, silly! Emmaret, or whatever you call her, the white one. Oh she tasted so good in my asshole, do you think we should bring her by for a visit? Clarke?” Clarke was between thoughts as her silent eggy fart continued to slink across her asshole. Melissa remedied that problem by shitting him onto the floor. Her booty hung above and Clarke watched her hole open once more. Despite the horrendous display of pink ass flesh and shit, he began stroking himself underneath her. PPRRRLLLLAABBTT! “So, Clarke, how about a visit from her? I think bringing her into our relationship will really strengthen both our bonds! I think I had a ring made last time I shat that Tanya girl out.” BBBRRLLRRBBBRRAARRRTTT! Melissa giggled as the full blast fart shook the ground and sent Clarke into a fritz. “Hmm? You thinking of sealing the deal with this one? Of course, monogamy won’t exactly be in your relationship, you realize.” FFFFTAAAARRLLOOOTT! Clarke tugged at his cock hard as he could past the rancid sulfur smell. Her asshole came only a foot away but Clarke stayed steadfast in his thoughts. “Emma...for….Emma.” he said, eyes closed. Melissa chuckled. “That’s right, for Emma, my little fart wad. But just remember who you really serve. Me.” PPRROOSSSHHHHOOTTTT! It was Clarke’s unfortunate fate to have his orgasm to the tune of a hissing SBD; Melissa laughed as he gagged on her eggy scent. “Happily ever after indeed!” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The deed was done and Clarke made the long journey back home. He hadn’t any idea how long Melissa would return to normal size. Sometimes it was a month, sometimes a week; he was just glad the burden of dealing with her was left to someone else. “I’m...home.” he wearily called. Emma was already waiting by the door. “Yes you are...and you need a bath.” Clarke was so weak he thought he might drown in the bathwater. Emma clung tight, scrubbing the vile brown streaks off his every skin particle. She hummed in his ear, some foreign song about friendship. Friendship indeed; he toweled off and they both arrived naked at the bedside, nuzzling each other in foreplay. Clarke returned to his hesitated relaxation. Emma was a sexual expert, one of her many loving traits she gave to him. In an instant, Clarke was flushed out. Perhaps he imagined it, but the smell became stronger-bitter, with a salty, rancid taste. He listened closely and could even hear the small hiss, like a snake about to bite. The asshole of Melissa the Giantess. Emma jumped, as she felt the warm toot creep onto her back. “What in the hel- AW!” Melissa now giggled with glee, appearing just out of reach at the two’s bedside. “Surprise, from your very sexy, very gassy mother in law! Oh you two look so cute.” She stood naked, hands on her hips in their bedroom. “What are you doing here you smelly wench?!” Emma cried. Clarke was surprised-it seems their encounter with Melissa had turned her much more volatile. Melissa simply shrugged. “This is OUR home,” said Emma. “You can’t just break in here! HEY!” Melissa sat her naked ass upon the throw snow white throw pillows Clarke and her had picked out. PPWWWOUTTRTTSTTT! Emma gasped as the squeaky wet fart masked itself within the fleathered fluff. “Oh you’re quite right, Emma my dear. This is our house, Fart’s house, your house, AND my house. I own you all...ooh, not these pillows though, these are disgusting. HRGHT!” BBLLRRUSSSHHSLLRRRTTT! Melissa sighed, lifting herself after the greasier, even wetter fart. She flung the throw pillow aside; just from the smell Clarke could detect a stain rendering that pillow to mere garbage. “You know Emma, Clarke and I were just discussing our relationship. As his tiny cock hit my bountiful booty I realized how...lacking he could be. I’ve been using the other villagers because...well, he simply isn’t enough. I’m sure you’ve experienced the same in the bedroom, right?” PPPRRROOOOOTTTT! Melissa’s rank smell now hit the blankets; the two watched as she crawled to their side. Her figure was intimidating even at normal size; Emma wasn’t skinny, but compared to Melissa, she was a twig. They both recoiled in disgust as her booty emerged whilst she turned, an armada of ass spittle clinging to ass hairs to greet them. “Now, I don’t know about you two, but I want this relationship to flourish. Seeing as how there's only one man in the relationship, I think we should split him. Sound fair? I call top bunk!” Clarke could only watch as her ass plummeted onto his face. BBBRRRLLLRRRBBBATTT! Melissa’s asshole greeted his tired face with the familiar, suffocating smell. Clarke shook beneath the pillows and her bountiful booty. “Hey, get off him!” Emma called, moving to push her. “I wouldn’t, if I were you dear. Either you welcome me into your home, or I bring you a steaming fresh helping of villager poo. Tell me, do you prefer jade or diamonds? I’m more of an emerald girl, myself.” FFFFLLLLAARRRRBBTTT! Clarke gagged as the bean and mustard toot racked his senses. He managed to call out. “Emma, just...do as she says!” “Oh, such a sweet, affectionate lover. We’re glad to have him.” PPTTLLLRROOOOBBBLLTT! Melissa chuckled as another ass blaster pummeled Clarke. “So my dear, would you mind hopping on Clarke’s lower parts? He looks like he could use a little calming...too much beef pastrami for me, hmmm Fart?” BBBBRRRRRRRBBBTTTTTT! Clarke felt Emma making his penis erect with her hands as Melissa continued to unleash. “Ohhh yes, very nice.” she called, her asshole farting in agreement. “The whore certainly knows how to do her job, doesn't she, Fart?” BRROOOTT!PPLLMMPPTT! PPTRRTTTT! “His name is Clarke!” said Emma. Melissa moved to open his mouth: BBRRRLLOOOOTTTT! Clarke felt the full force of the toot land on his tounge, the ass hairs caught in his teeth. Even then he felt a tinge of pride for his lover as she rode on his cock. It didn’t take long for him to ejaculate, to the dismay of Melissa. She rose off him with a bout of rancid milk farts for a half minute. “Get off of him!” said Emma. Melissa obliged with bouts of laughter. “Till next time, my lovebirds!” she called out the door. Clarke and Emma slept on the armchair, nestled under a sea of blankets. The whole room didn’t smell right and they didn’t dare sleep on the disease ridden fart bed. Clarke shivered, visions of Melissas anus opening and closing in his mind. Emma gripped his hand and kissed his cheek. “We’ll get through this. I promise.” she whispered. Clarke rested his head in her hair, which still managed to smell of lilac and strawberries past the egg and rice farts permeating the room. He was so luckily to have a woman as brave as her.
PART 4 Clarke took a deep breath and clenched his fists in anger. He could hear the rumbling toots within Melissa’s cave and knew damn well trouble lay ahead. Trouble, if he didn’t play it right, might land him dead. He took another breath and relaxed his face to his normal, worried self. He’d talked and chavenoured his way through many adventures...he hoped this wouldn’t be his last. |
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