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Work Out the Farts RrrrrRRrrouuuUUUUuuggggUUUuuuuuuu "Jesus. What the fuck was in that protein shake?" Sonia was prepping at home for the gym again and looked at her tummy in the mirror. It was a shredded six pack of abs with the perfect v-cut. "I don't think I'll be able to work out without farting up a storm... Aw fuck, who is calling me?" As the phone rang for a second, Sonia took a deep breath and answered, "Hello Jerry." Her agent replied, "Hey there Ms. Isaza. I hate to tell you this, but one of our sponsors wants a new workout video today. Like... In an hour. Can you meet someone at the gym down the road? I'll send one of the photographers and videographers now." "No, that's fine..." "Thanks Sonia. I'll text the details about what to wear. You're a life saver." She hung up the phone and looked back in the mirror. Sonia Isaza had made a really nice living by transitioning from a bodybuilder to an Instagram model known for her shredded abs and big butt. She also had a belly full of gas right now that she couldn't get out. "Ughhhhh! Come on! Just fart already! Hngghhhhhhh... Ugh! Nothing!" Her phone buzzed and she saw they wanted her to wear tight black leggings and a black sports bra. "At least it's comfortable. Unlike my guts right now, come on.... Just let me fart..." She walked over to the toilet and sat down, pushing and straining. Nothing was coming out. She tried and tried, but couldn't. "It's been like 10 hours since I even had a little toot... Why am I so fucking plugged up?!?! Well... Guess I'm just going to have to chance it at the gym..." She called a cab and got to the gym to see two men holding cameras. One was Shawn, a videographer with whom she'd worked previously. One was Terry, a new guy that she'd heard about. They were both there to take videos and pictures of her body, and most importantly to highlight her ass. Sonia sold about $500,000 worth of product each year through various outlets. Her commission, along with the sponsorships, made working out not just a hobby but her actual livelihood. She takes it very, very seriously. "Hi Shawn! And nice to meet you Terry. Ugh... Let's get to it, shall we?" "Sure thing. You don't sound as pumped as normal, Sonia. You alright?" "No, I'm... I'm fine... I just... Well fuck it, Shawn, we've known each other a while. I have some serious gas, but I just can't fucking fart it out." Terry's face went wide and his mouth dropped open, "Oh, Miss Isaza... I hope you, uh, feel better?" "Thanks hon. Let's get to it." --- Sonia pulled up her phone and read the workout list to Shawn and Terry, so each one would know what to do, "Squats. Lunges. Burpees. Those are the three they want. After that, hopefully I get this fucking fart out... Alright, don't help me with the weights. Just shoot. And we'll both pray I don't accidentally unleash this beast at your camera lens. I'll probably end up fucking breaking it if I do. Haha... Oooo..." Terry was shy and just got into position near the squat rack while Shawn just acted like a pro. They both started their work as Sonia's big butt started to do its thing. "Your ass looks great, Sonia! Get a little deeper if you can. You can sort of see your asshole pushing against the fabric. Guys fucking love that." Sonia started to squat a little deeper and Terry saw what Shawn was talking about. He perfectly timed some of the deep squat parts and you could see Sonia's anus pushing right through the fabric. It was clear she didn't wear underwear. "I'd fuck her." "Psh. You'd fuck a man, then. She's fucking gross." Terry heard some chatter behind him. Shawn looked at him and shook his head and said, "Just leave it alone, man. I promise you that Sonia's going to have something to say, so just keep shooting and stay out of her way. Just shoot what goes on. That's it, man. You don't wanna get involved." "Her fucking gross stomach. She's a fucking man," there was an average looking guy, pretty out of shape and chubby, running his mouth. Terry was nervous for what might come next... But Sonia just walked over to a mat that was rolled out like a red carpet for those working out. It was interlocking black foam pieces both simultaneously hard and soft. Terry just got down on his belly to shoot up as Sonia walked by. She was breathing very deeply and was in some clear agony as she still hadn't farted. "I swear... This fart is going to be legendary when it finally comes out. Oh god... I could drop an elephant with it, I bet." She put the bar bell down that she did lunges with and grabbed her stomach. Shawn was kind, but he knew they needed the shot, "Just burpees, Sonia. We'll edit this for you real quick and then you can upload it. Sorry this hurts so bad." "No, it's ok. Maybe burpees will knock something loose or something..." Sonia walked to a bodyweight mat, putting her and the crew near the chubbier guy. He immediately started talking shit again. "Fucking man, dude." His friend was in better shape and said, "Dude you're fucking crazy. She's cute. And she seems cool." For whatever reason, they thought they couldn't be heard, but Terry heard every word. He looked at Sonia and wondered whether or not she was going to say something. She pretended like she didn't hear a thing, but that was impossible, right? "I'm just saying, she's fucking gross. I wouldn't be able to pay her body tribute like I would with a real chick." "Dude, you're pulling soft 4s anymore. You should just shut up and get in shape..." But he wouldn't shut up. He kept talking all the way through as Sonia did two sets of 20 burpees. She then took a deep breath with a huge smile. Her eyes went wide and she slapped her belly. "Well! I think we're ready for the good stuff! Boys! Keep shooting..." Without warning, Sonia walked to the fat guy and swept his legs. He fell to the floor with a THUD! "What the fuck," Terry asked. Shawn answered, "Just stay out of it and keep shooting." Terry listened. The chubby man screamed, "Who the fuck do you think you are?! What the-" Sonia slapped him and stood above him, "I do not respect you. So I will show you exactly what I think of someone like you." She kicked him in the ribs, spun around so she faced his feet, and then dropped HARD onto his face. Her ass cheeks enveloped his face and she shouted, "KISS MY ASSHOLE! KISS MY FUCKING ASSHOLE, SLAVE!" He didn't move, and so Sonia kicked him in the head with her heel, "I SAID PUCKER UP AND KISS MY ASSHOLE! SMOOCH MY BUTTHOLE!" The chubby man pursed his lips and placed a gentle kiss against her spandex covered anus. "No... No this won't do... I need my rectum licked is what I need. You. Strong man who isn't an asshole. Help me hold your friend down. He's an asshole, and you are what you eat. So... I'm going to make him eat my asshole. You hear that, slave? Your friend is going to help me make you eat my ass. You're going to suck my anus, kiss my asshole, lick up into my rectum and reallllllllly clean my asshole. You got it? DO YOU FUCKING GOT IT?!" He was crying, "Y-y-y-y-y-y-y" She kicked him again, "SAY YES, ASS EATER!" "YES! Ye-he-he-heeesssssss," he was crying but Sonia didn't fucking care. "You! Terry! I'm going to stand up, but I need to keep his arms down, so when I stand up, pull down my leggings. I'm going to be on this losers face with my bare ass." "Please don't," he shouted, muffled by her ass being on his lips. "Ha! Do you hear that, Shawn? Now, you can't very well eat ass without my pants being down, can you slave? No. You need my bare butt for that." Sonia lifted herself up and Terry helped pull down her leggings. She pointed her asshole right at his face and said, "This fart has been brewing for about 12 hours. I can't imagine what kind of hell you're about to be put through. Whatever I tell you to do, you had better obey without thinking. If you hesitate, I'll make this so much worse for you." He struggled and started moving his head side to side. "Terry! Hold my slave's head still. He needs to be straight on for this. Ooooooooo.... You are sooooo fucked." And then with all her might, Sonia strained and what came forth was . fftt . "OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!! OH GOD, THAT SMELL!!! OH FUCKING GOD PLEASE DON'T! PLEASE DON'T!!!! THAT FART!!! OH MY GOD!!!" It was such a small fart, but he was crying like it was the worst thing he'd ever smelled. Then I caught a little whiff, and boy... I thought I might die. Thank god that Sonia only had the one tiny - BAARROUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFSSSSSSSSSSPPLLLUSSTRRUUTTTTTTRRRTTTTTTTTFPLURFSSSSSSSSPLAT The sound that erupted rivaled a volcano and people in the gym pretended to see nothing, though there was an audible shaking of her ass cheeks. She remained dedicated to making sure that this fart was blasted solely in this man's face, and having his hands right there, Terry was able to feel the heat of her gas. It rumbled the man's cheeks and his nostrils were burning as Sonia put all of her might behind that fart. There was clearly shit flecks on the man's face, but also on Terry's hands. He was grossed out, but saw what Sonia was capable of. The fart victim's friend was sitting on his friend's legs and laughing as he shouted, "Hahaha!!! She just fucking wet farted in your loser face, Matt." Sonia laughed, "Oh that's his name? And that? That wasn't a fart. That was a poof. THIS is a fart!!!" SSSSSSSSRRRRRRROUUUUUUUUUMMMMFFFFFFPPPPPPSSSSSSTHTHTHTHTHTHTHTHT Matt started gagging as his face rumbled. Terry's hands shook, not because of Matt's face moving, but because Sonia's fart rumbled everything around it. This fart didn't push out any shit flecks, but the sound and stink made Terry feel even worse for this poor man. "Get that tongue up into my asshole, boy. Work it around my rectum." "Please... Don't... Please don't make me..." Sonia raised her fist and hit him in the balls. Matt rose his face and it went into her ass as he howled in pain. His open mouth was over her asshole. She farted again... SPLURRRSSSSSTTTTTTTHHHHHUURRRSSSSS Matt swallowed her fart and then pushed his tongue past her anus and into her rectum, cleaning it for her. He went with the top of his tongue and moved around in her colon, feeling her sphincter spasm and relax around his tongue. He tasted her shit and had to listen to her talk about how good it felt to have his tastebuds cleaning her asshole. Sonia said, "Just remember. You're cleaning my asshole. Think of it exactly like that. Don't think about anything other than the taste of my shit on your tongue." He was sobbing and then he started to scream. Sonia laughed. She laughed right at him. "Ohhhhh!!! Are you screaming because you just felt my turd? Is that why you're screaming? Hahaha. I'm going to shit in your mouth, loser! I'm going to make you my toilet! You're going to eat my shit! You're going to-" "Stop it!" Terry couldn't help himself, but then he immediately regretted it. Sonia's cold eyes hit him hard, "What? What did you say?" Terry let go of Matt's face and sat in horror as Sonia rose off his face and put her face directly in front of his. "Lay on the ground, Terry." Terry could barely breathe, but found himself obeying Sonia. "Congratulations, Terry. You saved this loser from having to eat my shit. He won't have to eat my shit now, but you know who will? Do you know who's going to eat my shit, Terry? No.... You couldn't keep your mouth shut, so please don't start now. Keep your mouth WIDE open for me." Sonia squatted right over him, just like she did at the squat rack, only now her anus wasn't pushing against the spandex, but was protruding into his mouth. "You want to eat my shit, Terry? Fine by me. Terry the toilet. Toilet Terry. Whatever you want to call yourself, though. I'll just call you toilet slave." Sonia didn't even grunt as her shit slid right past the clean job that Matt just did. She dirtied her asshole again and pushed out a thick, soft and creamy light brown turd into Terry's mouth. He gagged, but Sonia shouted, "DON'T YOU DARE THROW UP! YOU ARE TO EAT MY SHIT AND THEN YOU WILL THANK ME FOR IT WHEN I'M DONE!" Terry listened as Shawn caught this entire last 30 minutes of torture that Sonia doled out. He caught the turd escaping past her butt cheeks and past Terry's lips that used to belong to a man, but now Sonia had forever turned him from being human and turned him into a toilet. "This is my magic trick, toilet slave. I can turn a man into a toilet just like that. Snap of my fingers and boom. You're no longer a man. You'll never be a man again. Sure, you might walk out of here and try living a normal life, but you and I will always know the truth. Chew it. Chew my shit. Consume my waste and eat my shit, slave. Chew it for me. Yes. Like that." Terry started to move his mandibles and he was chewing up Sonia's shit. He was chewing and swallowing her first turd. It was about 6 inches in length, and just when he thought he was done, Sonia pointed her ass back at his face. "Mouth very wide, toilet slave. I'm going to drop this load and have muscle boy clean my ass with his tongue. You want to, don't you?" He nodded. Sonia unloaded a massive, soft serve style dump on Terry's face and into his mouth. She farted loud, long pockets of gas onto his face as he felt the warmth of her bowel movement that she expected him to consume. He smelled the manure stench and people were leaving the gym because of how awful it stunk. One patron ran past. Sonia had worked up a reputation at this gym for owning whomever she felt like. If someone stepped out of line, she made them pay for it. This was the first time she'd taken it this far, but with the muscular friend of her ass eater's tongue cleaning her ass after she'd just literally made a man into her toilet, Sonia felt like maybe this was something that should just be. "This feels right. I think I'm going to keep all three of you around. Ass eater, fart slave. Toilet slave. And you, toilet paper. All of this is going on my Instagram." Terry started crying as he finished eating her dump, but he also knew that he'd do whatever she said. They all would. Sonia looked into the camera and said, "Welcome to my new page, where I'll be dominating losers everywhere." The edited video ended with a huge fart being blasted in toilet paper slave's face, and Shawn sent a note to the agent that this was her best work to date. |
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