The Tooterer: Fresh Air
by American Wonton

WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART DOMINATION, FART FETISHISM, AND POOP FETISHISM. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

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I awoke to The Tooterers’ butt in my face. My memory had trouble assembling myself. She and I had our on period and our off period. Which one was I in now? I gazed upon her supple tan cheeks and her pretty pink hole. Blood rushed to my head, but I don’t know if it was in fear, or admiration. I remember pounding that ass like there was no tomorrow. I was so free, so in love with her. Out of nowhere she snapped, shoving my face against her ass and unloading a strand of poop down my throat! So the question remained...what side was she on?

FFFRRRRAAAAPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTT! I took a deep whiff of her gas...she sure wasn’t helping.

I got a swift kick to my balls. Guess it was her bad side. “How impolite slave,” she said, disregarding my cries of pain. “You didn’t greet our guests when they walked in!” I glanced around her massive cheeks and saw what she was talking about. There was Timmy my best friend; he was being “serviced” by someone I didn’t know. She was black with short, dark hair. Those were her delicate features. The rest of her shocked me. Her behind put Nicki Minaj's butt to shame. I watched in horror as an inhuman grunt escaped her.

BBBBLLLLLLLLLAAAAOOOORRRRRTTTTT! I could smell that fart from here. Chicken and sour cream. It was hell from over here...but was frightened me most was Timmy. He wasn’t moving. “Well, Diana, I think this one is done. Haven’t felt him breathe in over a minute! How’s yours coming?” PPPPRRRRRRAAAATTT! I whimpered as another beefy fart escaped her huge ass. She rubbed her butt on Timmy to terrorize me. It worked.

“Actually, Kate, you wanna help me with him? I don’t think you two have been introduced yet.” Those words came from The Tooterer and I couldn’t be more horrified if I said them myself. “You got it, girl!” said Kate, giggling.

The Tooterer-Diana, I guess- stuck me in her ass and laid down. Her stench was little leauge. The monster butt-truck Kate sandwiched me on top. I screamed the moment her cheeks hit the back of my head. Two large butts sandwiching me, no light, no fresh air, nothing but two buttholes ready to debate about who could produce the worst smells. This was the definition of fear. I shook and pissed myself as the dynamic duo readied themselves.
“You ought to be honored David. Kate is a professional fart domination specialist, like myself! I recruited her from the national hot dog competition. Her specialty is sauerkraut!” PPPPRRRAAATTTT! Kate farted on my neck, but that was all I needed for a panic attack. It was like smelling my own nightmares. PPPPPPRRRAAAAPPPPTTTTSSS! The Tooterer unleashed herself on my face; I could feel the ass juice dripping down my nose. “Just breathe in deep and relax hon. This will only take a few minutes.” said Kate. The two laughed and got to work.

It actually took 5 minutes. They told me I was quite the fighter. Farts followed grunts, followed by more farts. BBBBBLLLLLLAAAARRPPPPTTTT! PPPPPOOOOOOTTT! BBBRRRRAAAUUUMMMMPPPP! PPLLLSSSHHHHSSSSTTTSSS!

I shook under there booty cheeks. I cried out for mercy. BBBBBLLLLLLLLAAATTT! “Excuse me!” exclaimed Kate humorously. That was my reply.

PPPPRRRAAPPPP! BBBLLLLAARRRTTT! BBBLLLRRRRBBLLL! More smells. More unbearable torture. I got a 30 second break. Kate started to grunt for a real long time…

She was shitting on me. I heard the girls giggling about it, but I couldn’t pick up speech through all the ass. Kate’s crap dragged through her cheeks and around my face. RRRAAAPPPPPPTTT! The Tooterer marinated the shit in her special scent. The pair laughed at my misery.

I passed out to them farting on me. I didn’t know when it was over. I mostly recalled Kate sitting on my face. She was checking to see if I was dead. I couldn’t even make a sound I was so out of it. BBBBBBBBBBBBBRRAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTT! She unleashed 15 seconds of fart on me. I didn’t react. She seemed satisfied, wiping my face with her ass. The last thing I remember, The Tooterer kissed me on the cheek, then: BBBBBRRRRAAAAMMMMPPP! Her real goodbye kiss to me.

I awoke much later in The Tooterers dungeon. Timmy was next to me; dead as a doornail My face felt horrible. I was pretty sure that Kate may have fractured my jaw with her ass. I puked, having no opportunity to do so earlier. Through the grace of someone,(no god would allow this torture) I escaped the jail cell and cautiously made my way upstairs.

The Tooterer and Kate were having sex on her bed. For a second, I couldn’t tear away. Thier sex was something to behold. Every other thrust, fingerjab, or lick had a fart to go with it. I caught myself watching The Tooterer licking Kate’s ass. It unleashed a fury of gas. BBBBBBBRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP! The Tooterer breathed in long and deep; Kate sighed, as The Tooterer resumed licking her butthole clean. I couldn’t help myself. I stroked myself in defiance to those two. After that, I left the house with one vow: to never associate myself with fart domination again.

Months passed. The Tooterer skipped town. No one believed my story that I was her fart slave, or that Ms. Gaze, my teacher, was secretly snatching boys for her crazy fart fetish fantasies. I became depressed...and lonely. At my lowest point, I did a search for The Tooterer. I just wanted to reclaim the relationship we once had. I found something else. Something quite different.

There was a video titled: For David. I clicked the link with fearless desperation..what has become of me?! The Tooterer stood in front of the camera, completely naked. “Howdy, David!” she addressed the camera. “I know we had our differences, but I’m sooooooo lonely.” She pulled her legs to her stomach and started fingering her butt...her adorable butt. “I’m sorry things got out of hand...we’ll never meet again, I’m afraid. However, I made a montage of our videos. My special treat to you.” The camera zoomed in on her petite, pink butthole. I watched it flex in and out...my skin crawled, waiting for the sweet release. “Why don’t you go check them out? Love you, fartboy.”

BBBBRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTT!

I came on the spot.