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Kayla
Hi everybody! After my last post, a few people wanted to know how old I was and stuff so I'll just describe myself. I'm a 21 year old college student from Minnesota, I'm 5'7" and like, 140 lbs. I have brown hair and brown eyes. I have a thin build but I have a very big, and low-hanging boobs, that make me look thicker than I am. I wish I could say if I was attractive or not but I'm not sure. I don't think I am good looking, but guys do come on to me. I usually attribute it to my chest (which I really hate) and end up being scared away because I'm too insecure to find out if they're actually attracted to me. But enough feeling sorry for myself. I really like sharing my personal stories here, and also how open minded everyone at this forum is.

To wetguy- No my parents never found out. If they did I would probably be way too embarrassed to face them.

WetSuit- I clog the toilet quite a bit, but now I live by myself so I uncolg the toilet. But when I lived at home I plugged it up a lot too and my dad always fixed it. I was embarrassed but I would just stay out of sight. Not seeing his response to my poop would make it less embarrassing I guess

Lucki Sportz Fanatic- I honestly love the feeling of filling my underwear. I makes me feel like, "naughty," I guess. And it's a little weird that I like that feeling because I'm not a very kinky person.

King oF the Throne- Cool, be sure and tell the details of your poop. Don't you love the full feeling and the anticipation of a big load?

That's all I have time for now, but I have a couple more stories to share soon. I can't wait, I love to describe my secret enjoyment.
Bye All,
Kayla


OMG I love reading everyone's pooping stories. I have to admit that I LOVE pooping in my panties.....on purpose. Just the other morning I was laying in bed and I was so relaxed. I felt the urge to have to poo so I decided to lay there until I had to go really bad. About half an hour later the time had come. I had to go so bad that I could feel the poo poking out of my butt. I gently pushed and the turd was big. I had to push hard to get it out. It felt so good sliding into my panties. I pushed some more and another big turd started making its way out. I could feel my panties streching as my nice firm logs filled them. I was so turned on by it. I just layed there and pushed until I didn't have to go anymore. I had three big fat turds in my panties. The buldge was enormous. After a few minutes of laying there just enjoying the feeling of the poop pressed against my butt I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. I carefully pulled my panties down and stepped out of t! hem. I emptied the logs into the toilet and flushed them away. Then I got into the shower to clean the rest of me off. They were such firm poos that my butt wasn't even dirty. This will definately be part of a regular routine for me. I got such a thrill out of it. I will post more later and keep you updated on how it goes.


Laura Beth
I am 18 and going to graduate from high school. This site is awesome. I take going to the bathroom very seriously. It is not requirement of life. It is an event. I pee a lot. I pee as much as 10x a day. Well, it helps when you drink a lot of water like I do. I live in NYC and go to a girl's prep school. That is all I can say. I am WASP White Anglo-Saxon Protestant, 5'11" 160 lbs., a little chunky, brown hair. I wear a blue skirt, sometimes with pantyhose and a white shirt for a school uniform I urinate a lot at school. I sometimes create a lot of foam. Daily, I go at 10:00AM without fail. Wherever I am, I have to go or I will be in trouble. I did wet my pants in elementary school between kindergarten and 3rd grade. I was embarassed to ask and I paid the price. My teachers and my mother told me just speak up and if I have to-GO!

My bowels are regular. Though, I evacuate long, thick logs. If I have the runs, it is when I am sick or something that I ate ran through me. Usually, I release a 12-16 log. There are times that I will release a soft movement.

I will tell you more about me.


Janet
Once When I was in college the sorrority I was in pulled pranks on each other every year, it was tradition. One year on April fools day (good timing huh?) I woke up in my dorm handcuffed to my roomate jane to my surprise. There was a note that said Sorrority sisters stick together! Me and jane walked around the dorm for about 15 mins trying to find someone with a key but know one had one. About ten minutes later jane kind of looked at me and I knew what she was thinking. I have to go to, I said. Jane was lucky because she only had to pee, but i had to take a crap and I ve never been so humiliated in my life. Because of the handcuffs jane had to stand like on me basicaly while i crapped.


Embarassed
I had the most embarrassing night of my life last night. I have a pretty strong stomach and I am very regular. Not many foods seem to change my bowel movements until last night. I have never even had an accident until now. I was driving home and had no urge to go poop, just alot of gas. I was continuously letting out farts throughout my drive and was hoping it would pass. I stopped to fill up my car with gas and while standing there let out another fart only this fart came with an explosion. I could''t even stop it, it just flowed out like a faucet. I was mortified, I know the person behind me saw. Needless to say I left drove home still going in my pants and waddled to the bathroom. I through out those clothes and spent another hour on the toilet. It gets worse, I was so exhausted from all that I went right to bed. I woke up hours later with diarrhea in my bed. I don't know why I can't control my bowels, this is continuing today too. I've had two more accidents. It just com es out without warning. I am so embarassed I don't know what to do. Does anyone else ever just loose control and not even wake up to
go to the bathroom. Please let me know, I am too embarassed to talk to anyone else, gotta get to the bathroom, here it comes. Help me. Bye.


Bob
Clauida just wanted to let you know I really enjoy your posts,
hope to read more of them. I have been fasanated by this since I was a kid. I can remember my next door neighbor used to have wetting and messing accidents very offten. I remember one time when I was about 12 we were all playing follow the leader just acting up a bit doing crazy things and there was a slide and swing set in her back yard. we were all to old for it but because we were horsing around playing this silly game we used it. We were all climbing the ladder of the slide as fast as we could and one after the other sliding down. I was right infront of denelle when all at once my friend started to yell at me as I was sliding down the slide. He was saying to hurry and jump off the side. well I did then I looked up and I don't think I will ever forget the site of Denelle squating at the top of the slide pee pouring out from between her legs. looking straight at me as her jeans turned very dark and soaked from the pee. I Was frozen there staring at her and as i watched I noticed the seat of her jeans as they puffed out in the seat I couldn't belive it this girl who had a crush on me was filling her pants right in front of me too. When she finished she slid down and made a real mess of her pants as I was watching her get of the slide there was a big wet and now brown stain on the seat of her pants she just kept walking when she got off the slide and as she went into the house she turned to see if anyone was lookinf of course we all were
I have been totally fasinated by this ever since funny how things that happen when were kids effect our whole lifes.


Evonne
1)What age group are you from? (ex. 16-25, 30-40, etc...) 30 - 40

2)How often do you poop? Every 3 to 4 days sometimes longer.

3)What is the average size of your poops? (length, diameter)
Usually 9 to 10 inches but sometimes as long as 14 inches. Diameter a bit more than 2.5+ inches.. On occation I have some short (5 inch long) really fat ones and I always have to strain even harder to get it to come out. When it is like that it hurts a lot.

4)What texture are your poops usually? (Mushy, liquidy, firm, rock solid, etc...) Usually firm to rock solid, bumpy, and the first part is big and hard... difficult to get the opening to stretch enough. Its always stuck right there trying to come out. I push and strain and it takes a while to get started. When it stretches me it hurts. And that makes me not want to go, so I often put off the urge.

5)Do you usually poop out logs, chunks, "snakes", or combinations of the above? Sorry to say usually hard very wide, 'logs' as you say.

6)How long does it usually take you to poop? at least 10 min sometimes up to 20 minutes.

7)What are the places like to take a dump? I wait til I get home cause I live in an apartment and my BF only comes over a few times a week. I usually try to go ahead and push it out if I know he won't be coming over. But if he IS coming over I wait and hold it for him, he likes to be in on the action.

8)Are you comfortable with a guy or girl watching you while you poop? Its ok if my BF looks at me. But its embarising when I have to strain a lot cause I scrunch my face up when pushing so hard. I think I don't look very good doing that.

9)Do you have to push a lot to let out your poo? Oh, I just explained that in the last question, yes. I always have to 'push a lot' as you say. Its the way I have always been.

10)When you take a dump, about how many poos do you let out? Usually 2 or 3. Just went a couple of hours ago and there was just one log this time. It was hard, as usual... and hard to get out.

11)Does it take very long for you to take a poo? Yes. (see above)

12)Do you voluntarily take a poo at the first urge, or do you hold it, or simply go when convenient? I wait to get home because I don't want to clog the ladies toilet at work. Also don't have to worry about making noises. At home I can make noises if I have to.

13)What foods make you take the biggest dumps? A hamburger with yellow pepper sauce (which contains Alum) and a big choclate milk shake makes me not go for about 4+ days. When I finally do go, its bigger than usual. Then its tough.

Hope this helps to answer your questions.



DeepCloudNine
Carmelita,
Just reading your last post made me hungry. lol. I'm not a fan of taco bell or anything, but I do like the authentic stuff you were telling us about, and I do like the after-effects it generates with all of the farting, etc. I'm a 20 year old white guy from Houston and my fetish is hearing and watching girls pee, your peeing stories are great, also, can you tell us about anytime you've had to pee in a cup at the dr. or any other container at anytime? thanx.
-Brian


South of Indy Dude
So much to post, yet so very little time. I've been really busy today, so I'm just gonna post a tiny bit this time.

I, after a lot of thought and examination, have decided that about 3 things brought on my fetish. First, a very Freudian mother thing. My mother has this bad habit of being a little TOO open about her habits.. She will go into the restroom while I'm standing right near it and just have a bowel movement with the door open. It's bothersome. Yet I believe somewhere in my early development, it has affected me somehow.

Secondly, the incident I posted last time getting walked in on. I think the shame and embarrasment of that caused me to think of it as "naughty" and "taboo" and because of that, I look at a girl having a bowel movement as "forbidden fruit". Something that is naughty.

Third and lastly, I had a few female neighbors when I was younger. I live near a lot of woods.. so we would often build forts. Never did we build a fort that these girls would not want a toilet in it. When we were younger, they wanted to build the toilets and use them... as we got older (around 11 or so..) I wanted to build the toilets... and then have them use them.. they did for a while, but started catching on, so I had to button up and make up a whole lot of lies as to not make them suspicious.

With these three aspects coming into play, plus a few others I have yet to mention, all happening in my most crucial years of development, I think that is the cause of my fetish. I'm often ashamed of it, but realize it's nothing I can control. That is why I'm generally pretty forgiving of people with strange and unusual fetishes.


man of science
Greetings everyone,

I have a couple of questions for all you survey-takers out there.

1. What foods do you find give you the biggest/smelliest poops? I realize this question has been addressed in surveys past, but I would like to know specifics, such as "Broccoli" or "Steak" instead of just "Vegetables" or "Meat".

2. Same as above, except for farting instead of pooping.

Since it's only fair to answer my own questions...
Chinese food tends to give me the biggest stools by far, especially dishes containing shrimp, and fried rice. For smell the winner would be spicy peppers, like Jalapenos.
Eating lots of baked good like breads and such give me the loud farts, while dairy products (especially cheese) make them smell horrible (b/c I'm lactose intolerant).

Thanks in advance for taking my survey, and happy b.m.'s to all!


Carmalita
Hola mis amigos,

We had a very interesting, but weird thing happen to us today after a run in the park. I'll tell it, but first, some replies:

METAMUCIL MAN: Unfortunately, I don't live with Patsy, Jake, and Renee anymore, so I don't get to see her that often. She is hot though. You might want to check out some of my older posts from about a year ago. I have more stories of her there.

TEDDY BEAR: Besos a ti tambien! Your Spanish is very good hon! The outdoor trip was very special to me. It was such a beautiful day, and everything was so perfect. The fishermen were a bit far away, but they could tell what was happening. It was even more fun knowing that! However, a couple years ago, I did a big one outdoors and some fishermen also saw me, but they were close and got a great view! I love your name Teddy Bear! Makes me wanna hug you!

HOLA RIZZO MI AMOR!: I have missed you soooo much!

BEACH NUT: Hola baby!

BUZZY: Yeah, it would be nice to run into you too in the woods. I've always enjoyed your woodland tales, especially when you've been out riding your bike. I love bike riding in the country. I really miss the talks we used to have on that subject too hon. No big deal about my name, baby.

BLACK CHAOS: Sweet words hon! I'm looking forward to hearing more about you so I can get lightheaded...

My sister Luisa is like me. She takes tremendous poos, and actually clogged my toilet yesterday morning with a hard log that smelled like it came from another world! Muy stinky!!!!! It was a nice big one too. Luisa looks almost exactly like me: She's short, dark, with big lips and long black hair. So often we've been mistaken for twins, and she's driving Dan up the wall! The only difference between her and me, is that she has this gap between her front teeth that she inherited from my mom. Dan's been trying to hit on her, but she's not interested at all.

Anyway, this is an awesome 2-part story: She was soaking in the tub this morning when Nu came over. (We go running almost every morning.) Nu caught a glimpse of her soaking and asked if she could go potty. Luisa's a little spark plug just like me, and says "If you're gonna take a crap, I don't wanna lay here and smell it." "Well, I do have to, so how about if I light matches or something?" Nu asked, and Luisa said "Ohhhh, alright, if you gotta poo, you gotta poo. Go ahead." So, Nu pulls down her sweats and white panties, wiggles her soft little butt down on the seat, leans forward with her black hair dancing on her forehead and lets out a big fart by accident. Luisa started giggling, then sat up, leaning over the edge of the tub, pointing a finger of warning and said "If it stinks, I'm soaking you with water!" I was standing in the doorway, and all of us were laughing because Nu was so embarrassed that she'd let out this big, ripping fart by accident. Luisa, naked, with ! water dripping down her boobs, lay back in the tub and relaxed. About a minute later, Nu started plopping out some goodies. Luisa just grinned while slowly circling her belly button with her forefinger and said "Girl, I can hear your turds dumping." (a little poet, isn't she?) After a few seconds she goes "Grooossss! I knew it, I can smell it now! It smells like poop in here!" Then, turds started slipping out like crazy, and Nu was taking one of her famous, loose poops. Luisa was frowning, scrunching up her face going "Flush it, flush it!" Actually, it wasnt bad at all, at least not to me anyway. Just then I said to mi hermanita, "What're you goin' on about, your shit yesterday killed every rat within a 5 mile radius of here!" "Bullshit!" she says, and I replied "Bullshit yourself! You clogged my can with one of your anaconda turds" By now, Nu was laughing so hard that we barely heard her drop another sludgy round of poo into the toilet. Anyway, it was fun, because Luisa lov! es to tease and act tough, but she's just playing. Nu knows it too. It took about 9 wipes for Nu to get her butt into the anti-sticky mode.

Later, we all went for a run in a park nearby and afterward, were walking along a concrete path that was obscured by many trees. So, guess what we saw? Some guy was getting ready to take a shit in the bushes, knowing that we were watching! I know because he'd been watching from up the path, checking on how close we were getting. Before we got there, Nu says "20 bucks says that guy's gonna flash us." He had a bike that was lying down on the ground. So, we turned the corner, and sure enough, he's squatting on the ground, pants down at his ankles looking over his shoulder to see if we could see him. I'm guessing that he assumed we'd all freak out and run, or just keep walking and ignore him, but it didn't work out that way at all. All of a sudden he starts shitting! Nu got freaked and ran, yelling for us to C'mon, but Luisa stood there staring. I grabbed her arm and said, "C'mon," but she pulled away from me. The guy looked over again, I think to see our expressions, but g! ot scared because we hadn't run or walked away. Luisa then starts wandering down into the bushes close to where he is, talking to him, saying "HEY! What're you doing down there?! Everybody can see you, you know!" Immediately, and to my absolute shock, she started going "RRRRRNNNNNNGGGGGHHH!!!! PINCH IT!!!" Suddenly, the guy panics, jumps up and runs down into the bushes, pulling his pants up on the way, and she yelled "Hey, you forgot your bike!" Anyway, that was it, nothing more. It freaked me a little because I got grabbed and pulled into some bushes by a guy once, and it brought that memory and feeling back. All of us gals love to poo outside, and be seen by men, but we're not creepo about it. We are exhibitionists, definitely, but in a more fun loving way. I think this guy was dangerous, or could have been. It made me worry for the children in the park, so I called the police, and reported it. That was it. His bike was gone when we went back to the spot, so he came back ! and got it, or somebody stole it.

After we got back home, Luisa took off to the library, and me and Nu kicked back for awhile. I took my morning dump after Luisa left because I knew it was going to be big and raunchy. It was. I crapped two huge turds. One was about 16" long, and about an inch and a half thick I swear! The other was thinner, and about 8" long and very mushy. My butt was stingin' and burnin' after pinching those off. Nu came in, held her nose and said "Daaaammmmnn you reek!", then bent down and gave me a nice kiss. I was still on the toilet getting ready to wipe and said "What was that for?" and she said "No reason, I just love you is all."
It made me tingle!!
Well, adios mis amigos, it was an interesting day indeed.
Love,
Marisol Carmalita


Alfreeda
Todays pooping!

Today I came home from work getting ready to go out to dinner with some friends. I sat on the toilet and did a 7" log that was basically firm. After eating ravioli and meatballs, an hour later I returned and did 3 big soft logs that were smelly as ever and i had to wipe about 10 times! Whew!!! Later a small chunk and finally that was it...that should hold me for a couple of days anyway. For a person that doesnt eat that much I sure can poop sometimes.


wetguy
To Lucki Sportz Fanatic - What a hot story about those two teenage girls peeing into the buckets! I wish that I was there. My only question is that if they thought that peeing in the ocean is so gross, why did they dump their pee in the ocean. I don't see the real difference. Anyway, I'm 18 and male and when I'm on the beach and have to pee, I'll usually just piss through my bathing suit while sitting on a chair on the beach. If not that, I have no problem pissing in the ocean. Good grief, everyone does it!

To Kendra - Loved your story from the 7th grade field trip. It's AMAZING number 1 that no one saw that you had had an accident, and number 2 that it was so easy for you to clean up. I would have been mortified!

Regarding the holding/capacity levels of men vs. women....From my experience, I know that there have been many times that I have been beside myself in desperation to piss. I mean dick-grabbing, legs-crossed, can't stand still, guys you know the feeling. Then, when I finally stop dancing long enough to start peeing, I don't pee for very long at all. Perhaps this says something about capacity, or maybe about the force at which guys pee? I don't know.

-wetguy


Amber
Hey everyone.

Times I peed yesterday, Friday
1. After I woke up for 2 minutes
2. At 10:00 in school for 2 minutes
3. At 11:00 in school for about 6 seconds
4. 3 P.m in the afternoon for about 12 seconds
5. 6:30 at night for about 10 seconds
6. Before bed for about 9 seconds

Times I pooped yesterday, Friday
1. Before bed

I took a really super poop yesterday! It was right before bed, and when I sat down, 3 long pieces fell out quickly. I really have to go now sorry, but first I just wanna say something.

I really enjoy all of the stories on this site. If this site ever shut down for some odd reason, I dont kno what i would do. Well, bye everyone......


Zora
Hi. My name is Zora. I'm 14 years old and I was wondering if there are any guys my age that have a story about a serious need to pee when they were on a date. I'm not really into poo stories, its the pee stories that really turn me on! C ya L8er


How can I teach my 6-year-old son to wipe his own butt?


Amy
Voltaire: Hey, I'm real glad that you find the sight of a cute girl taking a dump awesome. I love to have my boyfriends with me while I'm shitting and I also enjoy watching cute guys while they're on the can. Some of my boyfriends have not minded doing this at all. Yeah, I agree that a good description is almost as good as seeing someone dump. So let's have some stories from you about good dumps you've taken! Your friend is right - you're not weird -- there are a lot of us around. Like many guys who post here, you're nervous of broaching your interest in poop with friends. You don't say whether this person is male or female. If he's male then that's no problem at all. Guys who spend time together fishing, hunting, etc. take a crap together all the time from what I hear. So you then can have a lot of opportunities to see the guy doing his business and can mention that you'd like to see a chick poop. If the friend is a female, it's more difficult unless you're goin! g to be frank about getting off on it. Chicks won't let you watch them poop unless you're real close (like dating) or they're also into the pooping scene. So be careful, you can easily turn other folks off.


ryan
i was really sick once. i had been having cramps and really bad gas all day, after eating chinese the night before. the diarrhea started about mid morning. upon waking, i went rushing into the bathroom to explode my innards out of my ass and into the toilet. yes, this was diarrea at its worst. it burned, oh yes it burned. and it didnt help my cramps at all. it made them worse. i was moaning in pain, sitting on the toilet doubled over, with eyes shut, as this vile black water gushed, and i do mean GUSHED, from my backside. it even made the gushing noise a faucet makes when its turned on full blast. i clutched my bloated aching belly, i held it for dear life. that only seemed to make the diarrhea go faster. i seriously could not control the flow.
i sat there for 1 hour. 1 hour ladies and gentlemen, in which time i had to flush the toilet 3 times. i watched the clock for one hour as my anus ejected the hideous fluid of my demise.
finally is slowed and "stopped." i was so dehydrated i could barely walk. halfway off of the toilet, i was suddenly paralyzed by an enormous dry heave. my mouth opened wide and i coughed weakly and spit a string of mucous onto the floor. then i dropped on hands and knees and threw up about a cup of whatever my diarrhea was made out of. i fell over on my side, my pants down around my knees as another load of liquid exploded from my ass onto the floor.
want an arial view? me, on the bathroom floor, curled up into a tiny ball, both arms around my belly. out of my ass, there gushes a brown tidal wave, unstoppable. it sloshes against the wall. then you see my body contract, and the dam in my throat breaks as well. my back arches as a horizontal projectile puke erupts from my mouth. it spreads in a rank pool around the base of the toilet.
i went to the doctor a few days later and found out it was salmonella.


Jessica
Hi. I'm 17 years old and I just came across this site. WOW! I can't believe some of the stories you all share. Well I have an accident story but it isn't about me. It's about a girl I babysat last summer. She is 10 and her brother is 6. I babysat them for about a month and a half last summer and the little boy, Derek, was a sweetie but his sister, Erica, was the moodiest kid I have ever known. One minute she would be happy and talking nice to me and the next she was p.o.'d about something. I really have no idea what her problem was. Anyway, they have a park near their house but it is about a 7 or 8 minute walk to get to it. Derek loves going there and Erica tolerates it. She's at the age where she's almost outgrown parks but still enjoys going. So one day last summer when I was babysitting them I told them that I would take them to the park in the afternoon if they would behave for me while I went shopping in the morning. I had to pick up a skirt and top for a party I was go! ing to be going to that weekend. Their Mom didn't mind me running errands with them. She said as long as I didn't drag them around with me day after day and did things that they liked doing as well then it was okay if on occassion I ran my errands with them. So that afternoon we walked to the park. I told them that we could only stay about half an hour because their Mom would be home early (she had a meeting that afternoon and once the meeting was over she could leave for the day) so we got to the park and Derek ran for the big slide and I went and sat down on the bench to watch them play. Erica came with me and as soon as I sat down she said she had to go to the bathroom. I looked at her and said "You're kidding right?" She gave me one of her "if looks could kill glares" and goes "No I'm not kidding!" I was so mad. I told her that she is old enough to know when she has to go and that she should have made sure she went before we left. She said she didn't have to go when we l! eft. I told her that by the time we walk home and come back it will be time to go home again because their Mom would be home. So I said I was going to let Derek play for about 20 minutes and then we would go. She was not happy about that but I told her if she wanted to go behind the trees and pee she could but she said she didn't want to. She sat on the bench with me the entire time we were there but never once spoke to me. She was too mad. Finally I said to Derek that it was time to go home. He of course didn't want to go and made sure I knew it but I told him that Erica really had to pee so we had to get going. We started walking home and not even a minute into our walk Erica was telling us to hurry up. I told her that we were going as fast as we could but I wasn't going to run off with her and leave Derek in the lurch. About half way Erica stopped walking and had her legs pressed tightly together. I said come on let's go and she said she couldn't make it. I told her she s! hould have gone behind the trees at the park but she just yelled at me that she didn't want to. We stood there for about two minutes and I finally told her we had to go and that her Mom was going to be home and wondering where we were. She had tears in her eyes as she started to walk again and about 30 seconds later she let out a cry. It wasn't until then that I realized she didn't have to pee. She had to poo. All of a sudden there was a very big lump in the back of her shorts. Derek started laughing and Erica started yelling at him to shut up and continued crying. I told her and Derek to hurry up and let's get home. Well about three minutes later we arrived at home only to find out that their Mom was already home. She asked what was the matter as soon as she saw Erica crying and I had to tell her that Erica had had an accident. As soon as she realized what I meant she got so mad at Erica and told her that she was far too old to be having accidents like that and she took her! to the bathroom to clean her up. I waited downstairs with Derek until his Mom was done with Erica. When their Mom came back downstairs she told me she couldn't believe Erica would do such a thing and I said that I had thought she just had to pee until I saw her do it. I went home then and after that everytime I babysat them Erica was cold towards me. Thankfully I only had two weeks left to babysit them after that incident.


pee gurl
I've always been really interested in pee stories. I have even on a few occasions wet myself on purpose. The last time this happened was about a week ago. I was at home and had just come bak from school. I had been holdin it all day and desperatley needed to go so I came onto the net and started reading pee stories which makes me have to go even more. Finally I had to go sooooo bad I was just about to let it out but then i decided to see how long i could wait (idecided to not let it out and to wait till it came out by itself) I was able to wait all evening and night allthough i did let out a little spirt a time or two . i ended up going the next morning while watching tv. I was just wondering if some ppl keep it in till the last minute on purpose sometimes and if any of u have peeing stories keep em coming!


Christine
I had an awful day yesterday I messed up all my bed sheets and ended up being late for school this morning. The day started as a good one because my parents and brother were some kind of camping trip, I choose not to go because I didn’t like camping. It was Sunday and I was suppose to go with my friends to go see a movie but I couldn’t get a hold of them so a was stuck at home all day. I watched t.v. All the way until 8pm when I thought I’d make myself some Burgers. As I ate the second burger my stomach started to rumble and ache, so I decided to drink some pop to make my ???? feel better. When the clock struck 9 I decided it would be better for me to just go to bed. My stomach hurt so much, all I could hear as I walked to my room was bribbbubub , I couldn’t help myself, anyway nobody was home that was a relief. I didn’t want to use the bathroom because the last time I used it I flooded it, and I thought I could last till morning so I’d start a fresh day. I got to my bed at! slid right onto my bed, and took off all my cloths except for my thong; I go to bed usually with no clothes. In the middle of the night I woke up face into my pillow and couldn’t move for some reason, then all of a sudden I started farting, I tried to stop but I couldn’t. It hit me so fast after the gas came to quite reliving diarhea. It just came out as I was farting, it was really watery and sounded awful it was like Griblbrllbrlb. I could feel it all fill up my thong and run around my bum and legs all over the bed sheets I was so tired when I finish that I just went back to sleep. When I woke up in the morning I looked down at all the poop all over my bed it was disgusting, it was all over my ass well. So I quickly ran to the shower turned the knobs and droped down my thong in the shower. The thong was full of shit, I was still kind of gassy and had a few cramps. I wanted to fart but all I got a Pssshhgribirb and shit all over the shower curtain. When I got out of the sh! ower I had to clean all the poop on the floor that dripped down on my way to the shower. I knew I was gunna be late for school and I didn’t fell to good, but I deiced I should go since I missed so much of class already. Bad Mistake. I go in late for gym and my teacher made me site in a corner and I couldn’t even go to the bathroom, oh no. I begged the teacher to let me go but she wouldn’t so I held as much as I could for soo long. I ended up just trying to fart and a soft mushy poop filled my other new thong! I was so mad and at the same time soo relived. Thanks for reading my story! Ill post again soon!

 

Monday, March 3, 2025

No Good Deed by thisasecret

 

 

 


 

 

"Ready?" she asked nervously.
"I've never done this before and I just HATE wiping diarrhea off my ass.
so much of seems to get left behind! And the toilet paper is so rough.

" she smiled at Bernie as she slid her panties to her ankles.
"Dont worry, my tongue is silky smooth" reassured Bernie.

Bernie lay on the ground with his head in the toilet. He was forced to balance his head so it wouldn't get wet.

"Thanks for doing this" murmured Sarah, demurely placing her bum on his face. Then she settled back, unwittingly squashing Bernie's face between her cheeks. Bernie helplessly shoved his face into her ass, trying to keep his hair dry. "You're such a gentleman to help me like this" cooed Sarah. "I'm comforted knowing that you're here."

Sarah imagined Bernie's hero heart burning with pride and sneered. Sarah wasn't evil -- she just enjoyed ruining men. Her innocent smile made it so easy. Bernie thought she was an angel sitting on the altar that was his face. Sarah smiled as she felt his cautious movements -- as is HE would hurt HER. Gullible fools made the best toilet paper.

Bernie was feverishly happy. Sitting on his face was a creature so pure that he felt dirty. I won't let her down, Bernie thought as a slow smile started spreading on Sarah's lips. Sarah's heinie devoured him, cocooning his face as she prepared to use him in the filthiest way possible.

Sarah liked taking it slow with her victims. Letting them think she was a lost babe for as long as possible. "I think I'm going to fart, Bernie," she whispered, then shifted slightly and broke wind. "Its not too smelly, is it?"

Momentarily stunned by having another person fart in his face, "No Sarah," he managed. The fart was hot and it lingered, a pungent smell trapped inside Sarah's cheeks with his nose. "Sorry Bernie," he heard her say. "I hope I don't do that too often." She fidgeted, seeking a comfortable spot until her sphincter closed around the tip of his nose. Bernie felt like a laid egg beneath a mother hen, under wraps.

Sarah's asshole purred, expelling more gas. "Excuse me, Bernie." Bernie's air was tainted with a cabbage-y smell that he had to breathe in. Just as he started getting some fresh air again, Sarah's cute butt blew another polite puff into his face. Sarah sat on his face, savoring this foreplay. She was enjoying herself. Bernie, however, was not.

Bernie kept his nose bravely wedged into Sarah's crack as she emitted anal gas. Each polite toot wrecked his senses. It was like having a skunk's asshole right on your nose as it doused you. Then it said "excuse me" and did it again. The worst part is, Bernie thought, she has no idea how bad her farts are. And I can't let her find out either.

"How's the smell down there?" Sarah asked anxiously, getting up. "Is it bad?"
"No..noo!" stammered Bernie. "It's...*gag*...fine."
"Are you sure?" she pleaded. "The smell is just going to get worse."
"It's fine," said Bernie, adding "I like it."
"You do?" Her eyes were as big as dinner plates.
"Of course! Your farts smell like strawberries."
Sarah fingered her asshole and took a tentative sniff. "Yuck!" her nose wrinkled in disgust. "That smells like poo to me! But I guess that's why being fart sniffer is YOUR job."

Her asshole blew a raspberry at Bernie mid-descent and Sarah pressed it into his face as her full weight rested on him again. "I'm SO relieved you like this smell, Bernie." She smeared another fart onto his face. "Did that one smell like strawberries too?" She wiped her crack with his smushed face, spraying it again. "How about this one?" Then she settled back, checking the messages on her phone, frequently shifting a hip or pushing back a thigh as she ripped more wind into Bernie's abused face. An especially loud fart trumpeted out and she looked up from her phone. "It smells pretty bad up here. It must be horrendous where you are, Bernie!"

It was agony for Bernie. Farts smell truly disgusting when you have to inhale them from their point of origin. Each fart hung in the air, each sulphuric emission quietly subjugating him till he was silently begging for relief. The heat from the gas was making him sweat. His face was slimy with her sap, and she kept adding layer upon layer as she distractedly polished his face with her bum while checking Facebook. His face was being turned to mush by her ample ass -- it felt like the cheeks were corkscrewing back and forth with each fart, smushing his nose, first this way then that way.

Sarah got off his face, her ass peeling off with a nasty suctioning sound. Bernie did his impression of a fish out of water. His eyes were sealed shut, his face like a rumpled shirt. His features were covered in brown goo, like he was at the spa. "You're a hero, Bernie," Sarah said, looking at him with concern. "You really like my farts, don't you?" "Ye...yes, Sarah." She kissed him. "You're a good man, Bernie." Bernie's heart grew three times bigger. "I like kissing you," he whispered. Sarah spun around and offered up her backside. "Then kiss me, Bernie."

Sarah's smile grew wide as she felt the man dutifully kiss her. He would do anything for her right then. She gracefully lowered herself down, sitting on the toilet seat with a man's face caught between her cheeks. "Seal your lips onto my asshole, Bernie," she said. Sarah felt his muscles tense as he realized what was going to happen. She felt him place his lips on her sphincter, ready to accept her gift, recycle her waste, swallowing every coil of steaming sewage she deigned to drop into his mouth.

Bernie felt her soft cheeks pressing on his face with an angelic innocence that he knew would soon be betrayed by a spray of steamy diarrhea. Her ass sealed his eyes shut but he imagined her quavering above, embarrassed by her body and her need, but above all else thankful to this brave man who was going to help her.

Sarah squeezed her cheeks together and then farted as she sat on the toilet seat as she had so many times before, the exception being that this time Bernie was caught between her legs and inhaling that dirty scent right out of her ass. Bernie felt her unclench as an appetizer blew out of her rear end with a PFFFT. It smelled MUCH shittier. Uh oh, thought Bernie. Then he felt a horrible slickness on his lips, a texture like a granola bar with nuts, and then an ungodly taste as his tongue found the start of the coil of shit. His mind connected with the full knowledge of what he was tasting, a repulsive taste that no man should ever taste, and it took all his willpower not to throw up right then. He merely gagged as more of the shit oozed into his mouth, smushing itself against his cheeks, teeth, tongue. The stench was unholy, a double barrel shotgun of rotten shit jammed into his face. But that was nothing compared to the dung that Sarah was filling his mouth with.

He still hadn't swallowed any shit, but he felt the tip of the second coil on his lips so he gulped, thinking I am a toilet. I have swallowed another person's shit. And there's more to come.

Overhead, Sarah was fighting to keep back the cruel chortles that were ringing in her ears as she felt the man below her ACTUALLY EAT THE DIGUSTING GOO that was flowing out of her rear entrance. She arched her back, pushing her bottom into Bernie's face like an aggressive waitress at a cocktail party offering an exotic hors-d'oeuvre. Another disgusting turd slithered out of her asshole and she felt the man below her obediently eat it up, a sad but obedient puppy just wanting to please an abusive owner. She felt her tummy rumble and said "uh oh. Better open really wide for this one." Then a wet sludge erupted, her asshole spouting shit, piping hot diarrhea fed straight to her toilet. The smell was unbearable even from up there, and as she thought about what she was doing to this poor man, Sarah couldn't control it anymore. She began squealing with laughter. "How's the smell down there Bernie? Does it still smell like strawberries? Tell me...does it taste like a strawberry milkshake too?"

She got off and sneered at him. "You think you're so brave, helping a poor girl like me? Do you think you're going to get into my pants? This is what you're good for Bernie -- being my toilet. Eat up!"

She pasted herself back onto his face and farted rudely before unloading another tide of sewage into his helpless mouth.

"You know you're going to have to lick this shit off my ass, right? and that could take hours...plenty of time for you to smell more of my pungent gas!"

Bernie could do nothing except swallow more of liquid shit. He knew now that he had been used and abused by this evil woman, but he could nothing except gulp down the soft-serve poo that she produced.

Finally, Sarah got up smiling and Bernie cleaned himself.
She smiled even more broadly as she presented her ass to him, ready to be cleaned. Bernie stared dejectedly at as she said "come on Bernie." He pressed his face into her crack and she rewarded him with a fart, chuckling as he groaned. Her asshole was a flower that blossomed into anal gas, and Bernie knew he would be tending this hot bed for a while.

Sarah felt his tongue flicking up and down her crack, scratching her itch, scouring her filthy cheeks and then probing her hole.
"mmm, your tongue IS soft" she smiled. "Losers make the best toilet paper."
"Kiss me" Bernie kissed her ass submissively, and she smiled as she thought "just like a dog."
She pulled on her panties up to her now-gleaming backside and walked out, leaving another ruined man in her wake.

 

Sunday, February 2, 2025

The Gas Mask Style by Billyzen

 

 

 


 

 

 

Tony and his girlfriend Monica, Kylie (the sister of Tony) and me (Bernie) are having fun on that week end. Saturday night, we went in a Tex-Mex restaurant : they have a special night, dancing on the table after having Texan and Mexican food. We eat very well and have a lot of fun but before we continued, i got to change from point of view.
Kylie is having a lot of fun tonight. First, she eat what she prefer, 2 large bowls of chilli plus tacos with cheese. Now she is dancing on the table with her friend Monica after 5 tequilas.
The music were very loud and the two 25 years old guys are sitting on the back of their chairs, it 's not like they sulk but they don't like dancing. The 2 girls were pretty nice and dance very well on the table just in front of the 2 guys. Music and spotlights shaking and the restaurant start to look more like a night club now.
Kylie was moving her body to the rhythm of the music when suddenly, she feel the pressure on her belly, she is going to fart and she knows that chilli gives her some killer gas. Under her shoulder she saw Tony and Bernie talking and it gives her an idea. Their heads were at butt level and not so far, with all the people around, they will never know from who it came. When the pressure built up another time, she let fly a fart proooooooopppppp, she just feel it passed between her vibrating cheeks but don't heard it. She turn around and discretely watch at them to see if they noticed it but nothing, they even didn't see to smell it. She was offend by that, sure that the terrible gas chilli gives her must have made an horrible smell. She start to think for revenge and she feel another one coming. She must deliver them her best shot but as she dance and turn around she see only Bernie in her back, Tony must have gone to the toilet. Ok then, it will be all for him. She felt the pressure built in her rumbling stomach and let it brew a little more for a better release. She talk to Monica on her ear
- I gotta fart, she said to Monica.
Monica laugh and smile "so what".
- I need your help to fart as near as possible from Bernie 's head. Just tell me when i can step back to stand the nearer to him, then i will make my ass dance for him and when you tell me the moment, i will fart on his face.
Monica start to laugh a lot because she know that Kylie 's farts smell very bad. She agreed to give Bernie a good lesson because he beat her in a darting contest they made just before and was taking praise all the way to the restaurant and Monica hate to loose versus men.
Monica made some discrete signs and now Kylie is right above Bernie that didn't seem to notice her "he was in his thought" she thinks. Then Monica make a head sign to give Kylie the top. She start to make a sexy ass dance slowly bending down on her knees and she feel a big fart coming. She looks to Monica that tell her "now" and she released it while she descend, a long prrrrrrrrrrrrrfffffffffffffffffftttttttttttttttt just when Bernie awoke from his thoughts turn his head to her butt only a few inches from his nose. He was hit by the killer smell and understand quickly what was happening. Then he saw Kylie and Monica laughing at die Monica pinching her nose and Kylie waving her hand behind her butt. He can read on their lips "Does it stinks?". It effectively smell really bad and Bernie start to sense a pressure on his cock. No one knows he is a fart smeller and he just make a big smile to Kylie.
She was extremely offend with this smile telling to herself "ha you smile, take this one" she turn, bend on her knees to get down and fart... this time an SBD a few inches from his head. Bernie take it in front and start to breathe deeply watching Kylie straight in the eyes, it starting to stink very badly but he continue. She was stunned watching him doing this, but inside she feels herself turning on it...
Hours later as Bernie bring back everybody home, Kylie says to the boys,
- You boys didn't even notice i fart on your heads all night.
- The two men said no but they tell that to avoid the humiliation and change the subject. Kylie leave the car last and said good buy to Bernie. He was going to start the engine when she turn back and knock at the window at driver side. He open it and she says.
- I know you have smell my farts all night and you really noticed them. I want to call you next week, can i ?
- With pleasure said Bernie with a wink.
She smile, then turn slowly her butt toward the car and press it through the open window,
- I retain that one all the way just for you she said. With that she drop a loud and loooonng flflflflflflflfppppppprrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrttttttttttttt. Bernie quickly draw up the window and start to breathe deeply. She have balmy the entire car with this one. A shit cabbage combo smell. He wave his hand good buy and go sniffing all the way to is home.
- Don't fall asleep on the road she think laughing.
The following week, she call him on Wednesday asking if they could met alone on Saturday afternoon. Bernie was OK so she start preparing a diet. She try to remember every food that made her fart the most. And fix it for the rest of the week. The day arrive and Kylie was fine prepared...

When he arrive at her home she open the door before he could knock. She grab him inside and quickly close the door. She was wearing only a t-shirt and a panty.
- Get on your knees she told him, and put your head back. I'm going to give you a good whiff and i want to fart on your face.
Then she stay in his back and saddled his face staying perched on her toes on an A stance. Get your nose between my cheeks she said and smell !!!. And Bernie do it quickly, starting to breathe he feel the rest of her last fumes floating between her cheeks and the material of her panty.
- You like that smell ? she ask smiling.
- Oh yes, give me more he reply imploring.
She bent forward and all of a sudden, she let out a huge fart BROOOOOOORRRFFFFFF she pumps it right in his nostrils, Bernie was in heaven, some sec later, a second one long and nasty happens. Kylie feel the heat between her cheeks and she could feel Bernie 's nose breathing very deep. She thinks she may not sense her own smell because he take it entirely for himself. That 's make her smile because if the smell is as worse than it was 10 minutes before when she almost suffocate herself in her kitchen, he will not resist very long. She feel another one coming, maybe getting in this position seems to brings her a good amount of gas. Brrrrraaaattttttttt make a loud one that was really noisy, only muffled by Bernie' s face, he breathe deeply to his lungs.
- Tell me, do this one stinks, i bet you never smell something like that she said.
- Yes, you have the worst farts i ever smell. Tell Bernie knowing that this will please her.
- I guess sure because i prepared myself all week for this. But describe a little, or i will stop.
- No, no please fart again. Said Bernie. I guess you don't call me to let me down without giving me all of your gas.
Ok but if you want my farts. You got to do all i want. I have an idea. Why not making a fart contest with a friend of mine. She is the best farter i know, you should be our referee ......and judge.
Less than an hour later, the friend of Kylie passed the door, her name was Caroline she was 6" tall and nice but she have a little too large butt. For Bernie, it's not that she is fat, no, no but she have some good cheeks.
- Do you really mean what you say on the phone asked Caro as she entered?
- Yes, i find a pretty good fart smeller here and he agrees to be our judge for an all day long contest. I hope your on good shape and had bad gas because i train myself all week and had a diet waaoouuu he really gonna like it.
- Don't worry for me said Caro. Worry for him. And where is this marvellous snifferboy?
Then the two came in the living room where he was sitting on the floor and Caro says.
- Ok it's you, man i 'm gonna really love to fart on your face, let's make presentations.
And she turn her butt toward Bernie and bend over. He quickly raise on his knees and put his nose the deeper he can in her covered ass. She wore a nice tight pant that draw her cheeks and perfectly show her crack. Bernie push his nose really far in her cheeks.
She starting to grunt and push and then says "sniff this" pppprrrrrrrouuuuuffffff "oh god" as her asshole expulse a big amount of gas in his nostrils. A good one with cauliflower smell.
- Oooooh i' m gonna love it she said, i am very excited with this guy breathing in my cheeks says Caro. And you know that getting excited makes me fart even more. Just tell me when it's your turn kylie.
Some more grunts and a long prrrrrrrrttttttttttttttttt came from her ass.
Kylie was looking at Bernie 's face buried in Caro 's ass and this makes her laugh a lot because she knows Caro have the smellier farts you could find.
- You will see says Kylie, he breathe so deep you will never smell your own vapours.
Ok now Bernie, you must rate our farts on 3 points. 1st the noise, 2nd the length and 3rd the smell. All notes must be from 1 to 10. For the smell of course you are the only one that could tell and that 's all right for me.
- For me toooooooo said Caro as she tore a huge fart in Bernie 's face. Ok start with this one, i am going to retain a little to get some gas building. The next ones are gonna be tough, i mean i don't want to be on the other side.
Bernie stay 20 seconds poking at Caro 's rear end then get up and take the pen and paper gift by Kylie. He wrote secretly and turn back to Kylie saying "now it 's your turn". What position do you prefer?
- Like we did later, she told him, just sit on the floor head back, i am going in your back and saddled your face still on my feet.
Then they proceed and Kylie start to push and push, then she smile and bend forward as she know this will relieve a good amount of gas. Of course, Bernie 's nose was deep between her cheeks pumping the fumes of her last farts with deep long breaths.
She get all advantages here, she was at home, she have prepared a fart diet, and wore only a thin panty (very sexy). If she don't win this contest, she gonna get raged.
With this thoughts, she continue to push and then release not a fart but a series of loud and rumbling ones flflflflflpoorrrp pprrooommmmmppppppp prrriiiiiiittttttttt bratttttttttttttt. She stay pushing as she hold her breath the longer she can with her eyes closed and her face concentrated, she hold Bernie's face deep in her butt with her hands. Like if he could change his mind. Caro 's look of confidence fade away as she ear the thunder farts Kylie have release on the lucky Bernie. There was no doubt she may have a good note on the length and noise part.
I bet that one must have stink like a devil breath. You know i retain my shit since 12h00 and it's now 15h00. You must not be far from KO Bernie. Don't you?
- Hey said Caro don't try to intimidate the ref. He is for me now.
- As you want Caro but you know you 're gonna loose, today I AM fartqueen.
- Ok let 's interest the game and bet something if you are so sure to win ask Caro.
- Why not 50 dollars reply Kylie.
- It 's ok for me says Caro that is richer enough to bet 500 dollars.
- I think one more point of rule must be take says Kylie. The one who makes him pass out must have a bonus points. What do you think of 50 points.
- Ok but you may not win, he is mine and i will fart on him till he passed out.
- Ok let's make series of 3 distinct farts one after the other tell Kylie.
I' am home then i let you start.
Oh you are so sweet said Caro with a grin.
- Come here fart boy said Caro with a hard tone and get your nose deep under my butt, i don 't want you to breathe anything else than my farts you understand.
- "Ye ....Yes" reply Bernie a little impressed.
- After my first series, you will not like to be a fart smeller anymore.
She push Bernie on the floor and face sit him in a reverse 69, with him in her back to get his nostrils right in the way of her asshole. She try to make a sort off hull to let lesser air pass in her crack and he have a hard time breathing now, she can feel him breathing under her ass. She pull her cheeks apart with her hands and grunt a little when suddenly an explosion of gas went to Bernie's nose, he feel the vibrations but the most impressive was the volume of gas she have expulsed and then the smell. Oh mama she stink like you couldn't explain. Imagine the worst fart you ever smell and you were 10 times less than reality.
- Try to resist this one she says very proud of herself sure that he will gag and vomit. "I give you all my might on this one." Kylie was preying in her mind "hold on Bernie please". But as Bernie wave his hand to prove he were not KO, Caro raise herself and look at him with a bad glance.
- Ok you are strong fart boy but i will break you, come with me she said.
And she headed him to Kylie 's bedroom where she told Bernie to get under the sheets "i will gas you, you may not resist 2 farts with me under the cover".
And she put the lucky fartboy entirely under the cover then get her ass with him and above the sheets push his head on her butt. Bernie quickly start to breathe the harder he can and she calm down making her sphincter touch the tip of Bernie 's nose to let her gas go nowhere instead of his nostrils. Then she concentrate and relax massaging sweetly near her belly button. Less than a minute later, she tore a pooting fart that was loud even for Kylie that was in the room so she can imagine what he could feel under the cover. The smell enter Bernie 's nose and he start to see stars as he breathe only gas for now 3 minutes. She strain once more and puff a long series of sputtering pppprrprprprprprprprrrrrrttttttrttrtrtrtrtrttrttrtrtrtr like a trumpet. Bernie felt her winds on his face as she laughs loud. Caro have something special, something you never met or heard when someone fart. She could strain herself and expulse so much gas that every single squeaker of her bum could really filled up a room with her smell; and now he take all of her attention for himself, moreover he was under the cover.
- I never try like that before she says but i like it, you know sometimes i almost suffocate myself on my bed. If you want me to fart again on your face Bernie, i will do it with pleasure. Caro knows she haven't succeed to KOed Bernie and that the job will be easier for Kylie now that she have half asleep Bernie but she take it with class and for the hell of it let fly a good SBD under the cover saying to Kylie "wait a minute for him to sniff all of my gas".
- OK now he is yours she told Kylie leaving the bed, the smell still contain under the cover rush to the 2 girls and make them gag.
- I will never know how this guy could take all of that. I couldn't bear my own smell said Caro.
- Now, it 's my turn shout Kylie, she had a good idea and knows that she must not let Bernie recover from Caro 's farts if she wanted to win.
- Come with me she says to Bernie. And get this on your face as she give him ................ a gas mask.
- But i must write some notes said Bernie a little disoriented.
- No time for that now, the one who makes you passed out wins.
She help him and now he wore the gas mask perfectly.
- Now see my idea she said to Caro, i am gonna use the gas mask the inverse it have been created to. We all know that Caro and i have bad gas and very very voluminous farts. The problem is that we can't make Bernie breathe all of our farts because he can't breathe all the gas we release. You were close to the solution with the under cover style Caro but the sheets and cover were not a cell piece. My gas mask IS.
Now Bernie i retire the filtering capsule of the gas mask and if i put my asshole just in there on the hole. I am sure you will inhale all i will pumps in your nostrils. I will fill completely your lungs but it 's not a problem for me, with that, if you don't pass out there after 3 of my bombs, i will get killed.
OK now get on my favourite position she ordered. And Bernie do what she want.
She saddled his face, push her panty to one side and put her butt hole right on the place of the filter. Bernie see the perfect ass of Kylie on his face and breathe till he can. Then she cut all of his air making him a little panic.
Kylie knows that what she was going to do was very dangerous but she wanted to win and don't really mind for Bernie. After a few seconds she said.
- OK, you really need to breathe now Bernie so .............. INSPIRE she shout while she expulse a long and nasty fart that sounded like a boomer prrrrrrpprprprprprpr all gas pumped into Bernie 's nose and lungs burning everywhere.
Let's go breathe Bernie, yes breathe and she shoot the second. A series of long sbd that last almost 8-9 sec. Bernie was falling to his side due to the lack of oxygen, his eyes full of stars. In reflex, he try to stay up but couldn't and fall on his back. His mind was very far, all he could feel and taste was the smell, a very dense smell like a mix of rotten eggs and cabbages but very hot. He was KO that was obvious. But Kylie continue and step on him to saddled his face even on the floor for her third down. She saddled his face in a 69 and put one more time her sphincter on the gas mask. Then very sadistically, she push hard on Bernie 's belly to expulse all of his air, she feel the air flush out of the mask on her ass and when he start to inspire to refilled his lungs, she put her ass back on the gas filter cutting all of his air and release a huge series of farts. Caro see Bernie 's lungs inflate as Kylie fart and fart again filling them with her gas. Bernie 's weak arms want to push Kylie in is panic but she stay firmly on his face and looking Caro straight in the eyes take a deep breath and push with a grin a last fart that sounded like a long trumpet sound with her face in relief saying "aaahhhhhh soo gooood"....... Kylie stand up with the smile of the winner. Bernie was in dreamland and Caro knows that she has lost.
- I am gonna enjoy to be the Queen of farts said Kylie.
- Yes your the best today take your money but please when the poor Bernie awoke give him my number, if he still want to be farted on i will be there.

The end

Friday, December 20, 2024

Sordid Summoning by test715

 


(Warning: Contains F/F facesitting and fart torture)

Fuck me, it's really come to this… Alys sighed as she paced the Roundtable Hold. I’m truly desperate enough to inhale the flatulence of others on the mere off-chance doing so bolsters my resilience to Malenia’s rotten gas… She pinched the bridge of her nose and groaned. Suppose it's time then, to choose whose gas I shall imbibe first… Don't think I should jump straight to Millicent… Nepheli, perhaps?

“Um… Excuse me.” Alys’ rumination was interrupted by soft-spoken Roderika.

“Oh, sorry.” Alys suppressed her inner turmoil and smiled apologetically. “Was my pacing disturbing you?”

Normally whenever Alys passed through the Roundtable Hold, Roderika was a pleasant, calming presence amidst a world of shite. One of the precious few people she knew who hadn't met a terrible fate, had a deathwish, or prided themselves on desecrating corpses. It was for these reasons (besides the obvious embarrassment) that Alys didn't want to involve the spirit-tuner in her disgusting task.

“Oh, no. It's not that. It’s just… Hm…” Her voice trailed off; unsure how to best phrase herself.

Alys frowned. In retrospect, the spirit tuner had been giving her wary glances as of late. She initially wrote these off as Roderika merely picking up on her dour mood courtesy of her many deaths beneath Malenia’s gassy arse, but perhaps there was more to it than that…

“Is something wrong, Roderika?” Alys tilted her head slightly. “Do you need me to fetch you some sort of spirit-tuning equipment?”

“Thank you, but no. It’s just…” Roderika shifted around uncomfortably. “As a spirit-tuner, I often overhear what your summons have to say. I don't mean to eavesdrop, truly; I genuinely can't help it. Normally yours are pretty quiet, but as of late one of them seems rather… agitated. The Albinauric woman, Latenna.”

“Really?” Alys tensed up. Calm down… Doesn't mean she knows everything. “And, um, what exactly is she saying?”

“She says that you summoned her to fight Malenia, and that the swordswoman was… well…” Roderika lowered her voice and blushed. “...flatulent. And that you used her as a distraction while Malenia did vile things to her, until she had enough and turned against you. And that from that point onwards, you’ve met all manner of horrid ends beneath the demigod’s rear.” She awkwardly cleared her throat. “That's the short version, at least… with a considerable amount of profanity left out.”

Fuck, she knows everything. Alys winced. “Oh yeah… that.” She sighed and slumped her shoulders. No point in denying it… “Does she fear I’ll summon her again then? If so, tell her not to worry. I’ve elected to defeat Malenia solo, or not at all.”

“No, it's not that. She also mentioned you were undergoing a… “unique” training regiment. One that, if I’m to understand correctly, entails inhaling the gas of various women to build immunity to Malenia’s rotten wind?” Rokerika’s cheeks reddened as she averted her gaze. “Latenna was hoping to, well, enlist me in the effort. I believe she wishes to see you humiliated. I just wanted you to know that if this truly is your wish, well… that I’d be willing to oblige you.”

“Oh.” Alys eyes widened. “You’re… volunteering to fart on my face? Are you sure? I appreciate your, erm, willingness, but I didn't take you for the type.”

“Oh, I’m not. However… while it does seem a bit… undignified, without you I never would've become a spirit-tuner, or met good Hewg over there.” She gestured towards the blacksmith, who was thankfully too focused on his work to overhear their conversation. “If you truly believe inhaling my wind shall help you on your path to become Elden Lord, then I shall assist you without hesitation or judgment. I promise, you can count on my discretion.”

“Hm…” Alys pursed her lips. Had hoped to keep her out of this, but suppose there's no point now. Would be a waste to turn away a volunteer… I bet a dainty thing like her barely even stinks, so she might serve as a good baseline. “Very well. Let’s find a private chamber in the hold so we don't disturb Hewg, or attract any undesired attention. Believe I know just the place. Shall we?”

“Right now?” Roderika’s eyes widened. “Oh. I hadn't expected you to accept so readily. Lead the way then.”

— — —

Alys guided Roderika to an old, abandoned storage room in the Hold, then locked the door behind them. The odds of anyone stumbling onto them was exceptionally low, but better safe than sorry.

“Alright…” Alys sighed as she lay down in the middle of the room. “Let's get this over with.” As she stared up at the ceiling awaiting to be smothered, however, she noticed her volunteer hesitating. While Roderika was nowhere near as shy as she was upon first entering the Roundtable, this remained quite a ways outside her comfort zone.

“Forgive me but… I’m unsure how best to proceed.” Roderika rubbed her arm anxiously. “Should I sit full-weight upon your face, or merely hover above it? And would you prefer I undress, or remain clothed?”

“What I’d prefer is not doing this at all - but here we are.” Alys sighed. “Unfortunately, whatever you think would be worse for me is probably also what would be the most effective. Just go as far as you're comfortable with.”

“...As you say.” Roderika pulled down her pants and panties just enough to expose her pale rump, draped her skirt around Alys’ head, then sat down.

The first thing Alys noticed as her face disappeared between Roderika’s soft cheeks was that the spirit-tuner was far more voluptuous than expected. She supposed it made sense that someone who spent all day sitting down would have a fat arse, but Alys had never gotten the opportunity to notice her figure until now - when it was smothering the entirety of her face. A shame she couldn't appreciate it in better circumstances, as a clean, shaven arse was a true rarity in the Lands Between.

The second, and far less pleasant, thing Alys noticed was that Roderika’s crack was also sticky with sweat. This came as some surprise, as of all the arses she considered for sitting on her, Alys had expected Roderika’s to easily be the cleanest - smelling of flowery oils befitting a noblewoman of her station. Not at all like that of an unwashed barbarian.

“Eugh…” Though Alys didn't wish to make Roderika feel bad, she couldn't help but groan at the pungent odor. “It’s… damper than I expected.”

“Apologies…” Roderika blushed. “I sweat when I’m nervous…” She leaned forward to allow Alys to speak easier.

“N-No need to apologize!” Alys did her best to mask her disgust. “It's an arse, it's supposed to stink! That's the whole point of this, after all!”

“...That’s true, I suppose.” Roderika conceded. “It's just… I’ve never done anything like this before. Sitting on someone's head just to fart on it, that is.”

“Likewise, I’ve never let someone fart on my face either…” Alys suppressed a cough. “Not that Malenia cares one bit for my willingness…”

“Oh dear.” Roderika paused, unsure what small talk, if any, would be appropriate in the given circumstances. “So, Malenia then…” She spoke up, deciding to feed her morbid curiosity. “She truly pins you down and forces you to smell her-”

“-I’d rather not talk about it.” Alys interjected.

“...I understand.” Roderika cringed. “Why you don't wish to speak of it, I mean. I don't mean to imply I can relate to your ordeals in the slightest.”

“...Consider yourself lucky.” Alys grumbled. “No offense, but I’m not really in the mood for small talk right now. I’m trying to disassociate, but every time you speak it reminds me of whose arse is in my face. The less I have to think about it, the better. It's rather difficult to look someone in the eye after spending an extended period of time staring into their brown one.”

“Oh, alright… Just one last thing then. I can't break wind on command, so you might be down there a while. When the time does come to release it though, would you prefer I warn you, or should I just… do it?”

“...Just do it.” Alys grimaced. “No sense in keeping me in anticipation.”

“Very well.” Roderika gingerly sat back down on Alys’ face. She felt bad about putting her sticky arsehole right against Alys’ nostrils, but reminded herself this was the Tarnished’s bidding.

For a while there was naught but awkward silence, save for the sounds of Alys’ muffled breathing and Roderika occasionally clearing her throat. Alys began wondering if she should just call it quits and seek out someone more flatulent, but before she could send Roderika away there came an audible gurgle from the spirit-tuner’s bowels. It seemed her lunch had finally caught up with her.

Although Roderika didn't warn Alys explicitly, her soft grunts and flexing arsehole weren't exactly subtle. Sure enough, after a few moments of straining the spirit-tuner’s hole opened up and covered Alys’ face in a blanket of hot, heavy gas. While the fart was perfectly average in terms of length and volume, the skirt draped over Alys’ head ensured not a bit of it would go to waste.

Well… Moment of truth. Alys fully exhaled as she prepared to sample Roderika’s gas. It's not infecting me with scarlet rot, so I at least have that going for me… Not that that’s a particularly high bar to clear, but still…

After a brief countdown in her head, Alys forced herself to inhale deeply and fill her lungs with gas. She only managed to get halfway through her breath, however, before the rotten stench forced her into a coughing fit.

“Marika’s tits…!” Alys cursed between coughs. “Smells like a bloody sewer…!”

“Are… are you okay?” Roderika addressed the heaving lump under her skirt. A silly question to ask someone who was so obviously not okay, but she wasn't sure what else to do.

“I’m fine…!” Alys lied. “It’s just… more potent than I expected…! Especially from a noblewoman…”

“Oh.” Roderika blushed, unsure if she should take that as an insult or compliment. “My servants never complained about my wind before…” Her shoulders slumped. “...Though now I wonder if they were perhaps just being polite?”

““I-I’m sure it's just something you ate recently…!” Alys tried to reassure Roderika. “I don't think that- ACH!” The tarnished sorceress gagged as the spirit-tuner let one rip in her mouth. “FUCK!” Alys dug her nails into the floorboards as her coughing devolved into retching. “My bloody mouth was open…!”

“You told me not to warn you!” Roderika responded defensively.

“I know, I know…” Alys wrinkled her nose. “I’m not angry at you, it's just…” She paused to retch. “I expected you to be the easiest one, yet already I feel lightheaded!”

“You feel faint?” Roderika furrowed her brow. “Does… that mean it’s working then?”

“Fuck if I know…!” Alys coughed. “But if this doesn't build up my tolerance, I don't know what will…! Would be nice if there was a way to speed this up though, so I only have to suffer for minutes instead of hours…”

Roderika thought a moment. “Would you like me to… increase the intensity then?”

“...What does that mean?” Alys raised her brow; not that Roderika could see it.

“While I only have so much gas within me, you have in your possession a myriad of spirits who would follow their summoner's command. With your permission, I could restore some of them to flesh and blood for a while so that they might lend their… assistance. Latenna in particular seemed rather eager to take out her frustrations upon your face, but I’m sure there are others who would suit our purposes as well.”

Roderika paused. “I know it's not my place to decide, but… if you truly wish to hasten the process while also maintaining discretion, then that seems like the way to do it. Who better to keep your secret than the dead? If the variety of gas also matters, rather than mere quantity, then this does seem like a reasonable choice to make, unpleasant as it is.”

Reasonable. Ha. Alys scoffed bitterly. There's nothing ‘reasonable’ about this. All the same, I fear I’ve come too far to desist now. Disgusting as it is, I need this plan to work. Otherwise I’ll have debased myself for nothing, and remain at an impasse with Malenia.

“...Do it.” Alys sighed, before quickly adding. “But only women. I don't want some hairy-arsed bastard or grotesque beast on my face. That's where I draw the line.”

“Very well.” Roderika nodded and stood up, allowing Alys wipe off her sweat-covered visage. “Let’s start with…” She pursed her lips as she mentally perused Alys’ collection of spirits. “...her.”

Roderika rang her spirit calling bell, and an imposing figure appeared before them. A tall, hooded woman clad in black scale armor and bearing a knife - none other than Tiche of the Black Knife assassins. Once summoned, she wasted no time getting to work - stripping off all armor save for the hood which shrouded her face. The speed and silence with which she undressed was rather impressive.

“Oh my.” Roderika covered her mouth and gasped. “She’s certainly rather… intense.”

“Oh fuck.” Alys’ eyes widened as she recalled how she obtained Tiche’s ashes - by breaking into an evergaol and slaying her beloved mother, Alecto. “Uh, m-maybe we should choose someone el-”

“Silence.” Alecto growled; her voice surprisingly smooth and sultry for one who’d gone so long without speaking. “I’ve been your pawn long enough - forced to bear witness towards your idiocy for what felt like a lifetime; each death more humiliating than the last. I can only fathom being forced into your possession is some sort of… divine penance for my sins.”

“But now?” Tiche stepped on Alys’ chest, pinning her to the floor. “For this briefest of moments, you are mine. And I shall relish inflicting all manner of violation upon your wretched visage; my own dignity be damned.”

Without missing a step, Tiche turned around and sat on Alys’ face. Though the Black Knife assassins were known for their graceful movements, Tiche had opted to forgo any such elegance in favor of unceremoniously dropping her full weight onto Alys’ head.

“Mmphh…” Alys groaned miserably beneath the assassin. Tiche’s weight might not have been enough to crack her skull, but it almost certainly gave her a concussion. Such was the pain that Alys almost forgot about the toned, slender arse she was pinned under.

Almost… But not quite.

While Tiche’s butt did admittedly smell better than Roderika’s sweaty arse, Alys got the distinct impression this difference would be short lived.

“On my mark, inhale.” Tiche commanded; caring not a bit for her seat’s aching head. “Refuse, and I shall pry your mouth open with my knife and defile your tongue instead.”

“Mm-hm…” Alys whimpered affirmatively, knowing better than to call the bluff of the infamous assassin. If she and her kin could slay Godwyn’s very soul, there was no telling what she could do to a lowly Tarnished. Sure, she was currently under Roderika’s control… But better not to test the limits of her obeisance

“Good.” Tiche leaned forward and relaxed her hole, which was now directly aligned with Alys’ nostrils. “Breathe in… now.”

Alys began to inhale the same moment Tiche’s arsehole opened up; sending a stream of toxic gas straight up her nose. Unlike with Roderika, Alys managed to suppress her gag reflex until her lungs were completely filled. Not because Tiche’s stench was less than the spirit-tuner’s (quite the opposite), but because her fear of the assassin managed to overpower her considerable disgust.

Only after Tiche’s deep, bellowing fart sputtered out did Alys dare to gag. While the Black Knife assassins were known for their discretion, the same could not be said of their flatulence which was flagrant in both sound and odor. Tears filled Alys’ eyes as she retched with her entire body. Tiche’s gas might not have been as deadly as Malenia’s, but hers were undoubtedly the next worst thing.

There were no subtle or complex undertones to the assassin’s gas - it just smelled like an overflowing sewer. How Tiche’s gas managed to reek so strongly of shit despite her stomach presumably being empty post-summoning, Alys had no idea - and was in no condition to ask either.

“Oh dear…” Roderika coughed as the gas dissipated towards her. She might not have taken the brunt of it like Alys, but it didn't take much of the assassin’s potent wind to make someone nauseous. “Could you maybe be a bit more… selective with whom your wind affects? This room is stuffy enough as is without having to account for our flatulence.”

Tiche turned towards her summoner for the first, addressing her with a curt nod. “Hmph. Very well.” She squatted over Alys’ face and addressed the unfortunate Tarnished. “Open your mouth. Now.”

“H-Huh…?” A near-unconscious Alys blinked slowly. “W-What did you-” She was interrupted by Tiche dropping down onto her open mouth. From there, she didn't even have a chance to groan before her cheeks were inflated by Tiche’s wind.

“Oh my…” Roderika blushed as Alys writhed and choked down the assassin’s flatulent barrage - making noises that reminded her of the wails of the Dung Eater’s victims. She considered recalling Tiche, or telling her to ease up a bit, but ultimately decided against it. If Alys wanted to hasten her training, then so be it. That was her decision to make (and almost certainly regret).

Roderika instead sat on the floor and attempted to clear her mind, so that she might regain enough focus to summon another of Alys’ spirits. Though given the less-than-pleasant ambiance of echoing flatulence and muffled retching, she expected it to take some time before she was ready to summon again.

 

— — Later — —

Thankfully Roderika’s focus recharged just as Alys was beginning to fear Tiche might use her as a chamberpot. The spirit-tuner rang her bell; sending Tiche back into the beyond mid-fart and summoning a new woman to take her place.

“Bloody hell…” Alys coughed weakly and rubbed her head as she sat up, her voice hoarse from exertion. “Who is it this- OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE!” Alys fell backwards the moment she recognized who was looming over her. None other than Finlay - the Cleanrot Knight who, in a truly legendary act of devotion, single-handedly carried Malenia from Caelid to the Haligtree after her fight with Radahn.

Besides the obvious issue of seeking assistance defeating Malenia from the very same woman who went through hell to save her, there was also the unpleasant detail that the Cleanrot Knights were each afflicted with their mistress's scarlet rot. Though they hid their symptoms admirably, continuing to be fearsome warriors in spite of their infection, Alys had no doubt their rot would make their wind truly horrid.

On one hand, rot-afflicted gas was exactly what Alys needed if she was to gain resilience to Malenia’s (if such a thing was even possible). On the other, she needed to be careful Finlay didn't kill her (whether accidentally or deliberately) and reset all the progress she made with Roderika and Tiche.

“Fear not, Tarnished.” Finlay looked down and addressed Alys, her voice surprisingly warm and gentle. “I don't bear you any ill-will. In truth, I pity you.”

“You… You do…?” Alys apprehensively raised her brow.

“Indeed. To think a scrawny thing such as yourself could even hope to slay an Empyrean… That you would grow desperate enough to debase yourself completely and utterly in pursuit of what is perhaps the most ill-conceived plan in the Lands Between…” Finlay slowly shook her head and tutted. “You are no threat to my mistress. You are a small, delusional woman whose time and effort would be better spent elsewhere.”

“...What?! Not a threat?!” Alys gasped indignantly. “You… You're just trying to trick me! Telling me I don't have a chance so I’ll give up and spare Malenia! I SLEW RADAHN FOR FUCK’S SAKE! I’M STRONG!”

“Truly?” Alys could tell Finlay was smiling behind her mask. “You slew Radahn in single combat?”

“Well… not exactly… But-” Alys looked away, flustered. “Damn it, I won't be talked down to by some half-rotted, walking corpse! What do you know of me, or my struggles?!”

“More than you know, Tarnished.” Finlay spoke with deadly seriousness. “For I too have experienced Malenia’s wind in all its terrifying putridity. You think hers foul now? Imagine how they were immediately after she bloomed. Now imagine slinging her over your shoulder, arse next to your face, and carrying her across the continent as her unconscious body wantonly broke wind whenever the urge struck her.” She shivered in her armor. “That, is true horror.”

Alys opened her mouth to speak, but could not conjure any retort. “Just shut up and fart on my face already…” She grumbled.

“Very well…” Finlay sighed, lightly perching atop Alys’ face.. “I shall indulge your ignoble request, but know I do so merely because I feel it would amuse Malenia - distant as she may be.”

“Keeping your armor on, huh?” Alys scoffed. “What, scared you’ll soil yourself by accident and wish to spare me?”

“Yes.” Finlay replied flatly. “Regrettably, my ailment makes me prone to sudden, violent expulsions from both ends. While I’m mostly able to control my continence, albeit with considerable effort, I could not guarantee your safety should the barriers between my arse and your face be removed.”

“O-Oh.” Alys’ smile vanished. Either Finlay was an excellent liar with a dry and disgusting sense of humor, or (far more likely) she was telling the truth. “Uh, in that case leave it on then…”

“As I thought.” As Finlay relaxed her sphincter and unleashed a cacophony of wet, sputtering farts onto Alys’ face, Roderika gasped as she realized the Cleanrot Knight’s gas was actually visible - appearing as a low-hanging cloud of scarlet miasma covering the floor. Though disgusting, the gas’ heaviness did at least make it so the spirit-tuner would be spared of the stench.

The same could not be said of Alys, however, whose face was quickly enveloped by the fetid smog. “F-Fuck…!” She wheezed as the cloud of rotten gas settled over her. While not nearly as potent as Malenia’s vile flatulence, Finlay’s stench was still more than enough to burn her eyes and lungs, as well as give her traumatic flashbacks to her time beneath the demigod’s rear. Try as she might, there was no chance Alys would ever forget the sickly-sweet aroma of her festering flatulence.

One aspect where Finlay’s gas outshone even Malenia’s, however, was in its wetness. Such was the vile sputtering that, were capable of opening her eyes, Alys feared she’d witness an unseemly stain forming on the leather arse crack of Finlay’s under-armor.

“Did you just soil yourself?!” Alys retched. “I thought you said you were able to control your own damned body?!”

“Don't worry, it's merely gas. If I’d soiled myself, trust me…” Finlay chuckled softly. “You’d know.” She grunted softly and let loose another fart, much to Alys’ dismay.

From that point on, Alys’ memory became rather hazy. The more gas she inhaled, the sicker and more lightheaded she became, until she was lost in a daze of seemingly endless flatulence. She wanted more than anything to put an end to her odorous hell, but had grown too weak to lift her arm. She tried several times to call out to Roderika for help, but was unable to even open her mouth without entering a retching fit.

Right when Alys began to fear she'd succumb to the rotten miasma and undo all her progress, however, Roderika intervened and sent Finlay back to the beyond.

“...Are you alright?” Roderika looked down worriedly at Alys and fed her a preserving bolus. “I know you said you wanted this, but… things were looking rather grim. You’d lost the energy to even writhe and were just… lying there.”

“Eugh…. Don't… worry… Never felt better…” Alys croaked - face pale, eyes red, and airways congested. Considering that she was paradoxically shivering and hot, it was obvious her time under Finlay had given her some sort of fever. Eating the bolus helped somewhat, but there was only so much a rudimentary cure could do. Not to mention her concussion courtesy of Tiche’s arse.

“...Do you still wish to continue then? You seem in need of rest.”

“No… Keep them coming…” Alys groaned. “Might as well do it now, so I can later write this whole thing off as a fever dream… Just so long as there's no more rot.”

“I… Okay.” Roderika sighed as she rang the bell again. This spirit was the one responsible for involving the spirit-tuner in the first place, none other than the Albinauric archer, Latenna.

“Oh. Hey.” Alys gave a tired wave, then let her arm flop to the ground. “If it isn't the bitch who shot me in the foot, after vowing to join me in battle ‘to the bitter end’...”

“I vowed to fight beside you - not be used as bait for a flatulent demigod!” Latenna snapped. “That wasn't honorable battle, it was… I don't even know what to call it! But don't pretend you wouldn't have done the same in my position!”

“Look, I don't really give a shit anymore…” Alys sighed defeatedly. “You want to fart on my face or what?”

“...Very well.” Latenna huffed. “I’d hoped for a bit more groveling, truth be told, but I suppose this will have to do.” She clumsily crawled onto Alys, lifted the back of her dress, and made herself comfortable atop the Tarnished’s face.

Alys winced as Latenna not-so-accidentally elbowed her stomach during her mounting, but otherwise didn't resist. Not that she could’ve done anything even if she tried, given the state she was in. Unpleasant as the scent of stained, unwashed undergarments was, Alys had to admit Latenna had a fine arse for someone incapable of walking.

Judging by her relaxed position, Alys could tell Latenna was intending to stay where she was for quite some time. With no control over her lower-half (and by extension, bowels), she was unable to force out her gas and instead simply let it flow out of her as needed.

Besides being a bit bubbly and eggy, hers were rather average all things considered, which was just fine by Alys. If anything, her gas was a welcome palette cleanser after the horrors of Tiche’s and Finlay’s revolting arses. Though this relief was undercut by a one nagging fear which lingered in the back of Alys’ mind…

Wait… If she can't control her wind… How would she avoid soiling herself on my face?


Sunday, November 24, 2024

Fart Mart

 

 

 

 


 

It was the thighs that caught my eye long before the smell. I'd come around a row of cars in the parking lot with my grocery cart when I saw them, the backs of them, long, thick and white, oozing fleshily from a pair of tight denim cutoffs, very short and which barely covered the cheeks of her bountiful ass. The owner of those thighs was bending inside the back of her van, putting bags in. She backed out and I noticed then she was a young woman, short blonde hair framing a dour face. She was pretty, but did not look happy. She was one of those pear-shaped women, very normal above the waist, billowing out sexily to a thick, round ass and beefy, but shapely and hard legs. On her calves she wore short white socks and on her feet, a pair of black sneakers.

She grabbed more bags and bend back inside, the shorts riding higher on her creamy thighs. Just as I found myself fantasizing about those thighs, the smell hit. It was acrid, sharp, sweet, nearly chemical in nature. My nose wrinkled in the direction I thought it coming from - which I placed to be near the woman. The trunk of my car was one spot over from her and even as I popped the lock and started shifting bags from cart to car, I heard the noise over the sound of rustling plastic, loud, low, rumbling and wet. It was unmistakably a fart. It hit me then what the smell was and I looked around expecting to see a child, or several, farting and laughing at the noise and stench. My gaze took me in the direction of the young woman whose robust thighs I was looking at again when I heard BRRRRRRRSPLLLLT!!! - and coming directly from her thick ass. My mouth hung open and I couldn't look away, even as she turned to look at me, this time rubbing her belly. She looked annoyed. "Unless you want to use that open mouth as a cork to stop these fucking farts, I suggest you shut it, asshole," she growled, throwing the last bag in the van and slamming the door. "I have intestinal problems. Care to help with them?"

I couldn't stop staring and smelling, it was a thick cloud by now and it was nauseating. I shook my head to snap out of it and mumbled her way as I turned toward my car. "You could wait until you got in the van, save us all a little nasal flesh," I grumbled. I turned my back, chuckling at my little slam at her, and never saw her coming. She jumped up and wrapped her stout legs around my sides from behind and full nelsoned my neck and arms. She hissed into my ear, "Oh, I'll save it for the van - and you!!" She bulldogged me to her side door and somehow slid it open, bringing us both inside. I was on my knees, the big blonde's legs still scissoring my sides as she sat on my back, leaning over to shut the door. The smell in here was already like I'd smelled outside - only worse. "Have a seat!" she cried, grabbing my ears and powering my face between the front seats and directly into the driver's. "I've been fucking farting like a shit wind machine all day, this oughta be nice and ripe!!!" It was, and then some, as scores of old farts billowed up from the worn seat. She rammed my face deep and hard into it, dribbling my head like a ball, and the fart d'jours of days gone by rippled up to greet me. I gagged and tried to fight, but her tight legs were sapping my strength, as was the poison air I was forced to breathe. "OK, now it's time to inhale it from the source," she barked. She flipped me over, face up in the seat, my body twisted back and to the side, painfully. She leaped over me and crashed to my face. "How's my ass smell?" she roared, wiggling on my face until the tight fabric of her shorts ribboned up between her ample cheeks into a blue jean G-string.

Her asshole was right at my nose, bending it to an agonizing degree but not so much that air wasn't coming through and with it, the stench of her fart-swollen asshole. Her butt thundered, loud and strong and wet, a BRRRRRRRFLISSSSST!!! sound, a sibilant, baritone butt sonata played directly on my face. Pure methane, stinky and acidic, straight from the shitter, devoured my head. I screamed into the backs of her thick thighs. She laughed, wiggled and farted again. Making it all worse was the fact that it was a hot day and she had the windows up.

"My doctor says I have to live with my gas problem," she said, hands on the wheel as the fart waves slapped at my face. "So I like sharing it with people. Especially assholes who stare at me for farting!!!" I couldn't move, I was paralyzed by the smell and weight of her on my face, so I was powerless to stop her as she hauled me to the back of the van and laid me on the floor next to her groceries. She slithered out of her tight shorts and lay back, legs in the air, a thick tuft of wet blonde hair around her pussy and a smaller rim of fuzz ringing her greasy asshole. "Stick your tongue into my asshole and pull those farts out," she ordered, holding her legs up behind the knees and looking down at me between them. "Do it now." I was hypnotized and unable to disobey. I leaned forward from my prone position and inserted my tongue into the milky O of her ass. The tang was bitter and harsh.

She sighed and slid forward, impaling her asshole on my tongue. My nose slipped into the cheesy folds of her pussy, fucking her hole. She rocked back and forth on it, double face fucking me and moaning. "Here it comes," she hissed. "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" My tongue was clamped tight in her muscled shit walls as she unleashed a blistering torrent of ass gas that raged around the protrusion, like the winds of a Southern California brush fire around a cement wall. I convulsed from the smell and overall raunch. She laughed. "Think that's bad, try this!" she bellowed, shifting to slip my nose down inside the fetid wound of her rectum and securing me there by scissoring her hammy thighs around my temples so only the top of my head was visible in the clamp.

The farts came freely and often now, her asshole an open conduit to the methane tank in her gut by virtue of being held open by my nose. I groaned in nausea against each "Blup....blup...blup..." of her acrid ass, the farts coming out in anal burps that splashed and stung my eyes, even as I closed them tightly. She dominated me in her foul ass wash for a good half hour, the sweat soaking me and her to the skin inside that hot van. Her fingers danced on her clit, unleashing a thick river of cunt cream that sluiced down her pussy lips and into my nose, which I had to snarf in by the lungful, the otherworldly butt breezes filling my chest with poisonous air. She finally unhinged her meaty pipes from my head and I fell forward, wet face first to the carpeted van floor. "I gotta go home and put away these groceries before they spoil," she said, laughing and kicking me toward the back door. "Next time you see and hear someone fart, think of me. And keep your mouth shut. You never know what someone will put in it." Staggering outside, I was nearly overcome by fresh air. I stood, desperately rubbing my face to rid it of the stench the thick-thighed blonde had put on me. It was then I saw a pretty young woman rounding up grocery carts. She wore tight, store-issue black pants, a white shirt - and a sly smile as she looked at me. She turned her ass my way and let fly a long, wet fart. I cringed. As she walked toward me, I began to cry involuntarily....