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Thursday, April 16, 2026

Class and Ass Gas

 

 

 


 

 

It was almost midnight. The October wind sobbed through the leaves of the old oak tree outside the library window, rattling the opaque glass like a frenetic mariachi band. But the sound inside was much quieter - the school's cicadas clocking overtime in this near-hallowed hall of knowledge. A few hushed whispers escaped every now and again, drifting like disembodied specters over the rows of bookcases.

Amy found herself shivering, just slightly, at the feeling of being blanketed in the stuffy silence.

It was the kind of thick hush that had a weight to it, which somehow lingered in the library, hungry to swallow up the faintest sounds of life. She glanced over at Anders, their books and study guides strewn haphazardly over the vast tabletop, as he leaned back in his chair, gazing intently at her.

Despite the droning mental fatigue that their exam preparation had induced, she felt her eyes lingering on the little features that made him stand out. A slight patch of freckles was scattered over the bridge of his nose, granting him an endearing innocent allure. His eyes, which Amy found to be particularly bewitching, were the colour of jade lost within sun-kissed grassy hills.

"Anders," she began, looking over her review guides. "Can you help me with this question on the worksheet? I don't understand how to use the formula." Amy scrunched her brow, scratching the back of her head with her pen.

Anders looked at her answer for a few seconds before swallowing. "Well, I think I may know where you're going wrong." He paused, looking down at his notes. "See, here, when you're solving for x, you need to move everything to the other side of the equals sign." Anders shifted in his seat, leaning slightly closer to Amy. "Then, just divide both sides of the equation by the part you moved over. Simple enough, right?"

Amy's cheeks tinged a rosy hue as the faintly spicy flavour of his cologne reached her nostrils. Focusing on the problem in front of her, she nodded along.

"So, just like this?" she asked, her pencil tracking the path he'd created as a solution.

Suddenly,  just as Amy understood the problem's solution, a different sensation arose in her, the all-too-familiar hot air accumulate in her lower abdomen. Without warning, the pressure exited, manifesting itself as a thunderous fart.

Amy grinned sheepishly, "Oops, sorry about that." A pink blush adorned her cheeks as a surge of emotion rushed through. She felt so ashamed, so... horny.

It was the wickedest little secret she had. A thrill, a freedom, in something most people would shy away from. Amy rolled her eyes as she caught scent of the heavenly aroma lingering in the air.

"It's okay, Amy, don't worry about it. I... I don't mind."

Amy, awaken from her euphoria, paused to attend to Anders's comment. His reaction was... peculiar, to say the least.

He didn't look grossed out or offended, like most people when confronted with such an act. Instead, he sat there, utterly unfazed, his eyes flickering between Amy and her latest doodle on her notes.

A bemused smile danced on Amy's lips. "Alrighty, then. I don't think anyone's ever taken that response very gracefully before."

Anders averted his gaze for a moment, the slightest hint of a blush darkening his cheeks. "I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, Amy. I just didn't want you to feel embarrassed. Besides, I'm not like most people," Anders confessed, the cadence of his voice marked by a newfound eagerness.

Amy pursed her lips, puzzled for a moment, then decided against prying further.

"Well, it's getting late, anyways. We should head back home." Amy began gathering her books and papers, her heart pounding with exhilaration at the events that had unfolded.

Her earlier embarrassment had evaporated, replaced by an irresistible allure that shrouded Anders. Never had she met someone so unperturbed by what most deemed unseemly. She glanced at him again, admiring his lean figure hunched over the spotless desk.

"See you tomorrow, then?" inquired Anders, as he watched Amy gather her belongings.

"Sure thing," she said, the corners of her lips curling into a sly grin.

The sound of shuffling papers filled the room, punctuated by occasional coughs and sneezes. Clammy palms smeared ink over scribbled notes as students, bare-faced and over-caffeinated, crossed their fingers that this exam would go better than the last one. Amy sat cross-legged, gnawing at her pen cap as she focused on the test questions in front.

She glanced over at Anders, who looked equally as determined to perform well.
Intense concentration squeezed his forehead as he scribbled away. They'd been sharing textbooks and taking the same classes for months, and he'd become a familiar, if shy and quiet, presence.

An hour later, exhaling with relief, Amy was finishing up the last questions. She noticed Anders worked meticulously until the clock ticked past the exam's end, admiring his dedication.

As they exited the lecture hall, he turned to express his shared sentiment.

"I hated that exam. Wanna grab lunch?"

Her heart fluttered. It was time to address the elephant in the room. She needed to speak her mind, unabashed about her unique desire. After all, their connection went beyond mere academics.

Cautiously, she asked, "Actually, can you follow me for a second?"

Curiosity gleamed in Anders' eyes at her unexpected tone, as he followed her into the ladies' bathroom. Once they were safely inside, she murmured, "So, remember last night, when I... um... farted?"

His eyes widened, and his cheeks turned red. "Oh, right. I told you I didn't mind."

Her heart raced, as she pressed further. "Yeah, you said that. Um... call me stupid, but..."

She took a deep breath. "Is that the only thing you felt about my fart?" Amy’s voice wavered with a mix of embarrassment and anticipation. It felt strange to be the one to introduce this sensitive topic into the conversation, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she and Anders shared more than just their academic lives.

She watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard, considering his words. His hands wrestled in his pockets, presumably to conceal their slight tremor.

"Um, I might not have mentioned this before," he confessed, "but I'm turned on by women farting."

While they stood there, ensconced in the bathroom's seclusion, their posture relaxed, as if sharing a long-kept secret. A spark of exhilaration ignited within Amy; it wasn't as if she lacked a unique sexual appetite herself.

Hers had always been a more private fascination, entertained and explored in discreet moments. But Anders was offering her a chance to indulge in her sensuous tendencies.

Taking a deep breath, she raised her eyes to his, brimming with newfound confidence. "So," she began, voice steady and breathy, "Do my farts turn you on?" Her words lingered in the air between them, wrought with intrigue and risqué tension. Anders nodded, a look of guilt and shame laced in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Amy, I didn't mean to weird you out - " But she cut him off with a softly-spoken laugh, her voice echoing amidst the bathroom's sterile tiles.

"Oh, no - it's not that, Anders. It's just, I have this thing - this secret fetish."

Two lost souls, yearning for affirmation, leaned towards each other, the weight of the world melting away.

"Go on," he murmured, a tremor of excitement ripe in his voice, as if Amy had stumbled upon a long-lost treasure map.

Amy gathered her courage, feeling cracks in her armor of inhibitions. "Well, Anders," she admitted, gazing at him with a tantalizing mix of vulnerability and excitement, "I get really horny when I fart."

He swallowed, his cheeks reddening in delight.

"You mean -"

"Yes," she interrupted, a grin spreading across her face. "It turns me on beyond belief."

Their confessions hung between them for a moment, the force of the secret powerful enough to enliven the blood in their veins.

As if they'd discovered a clandestine passage to a hidden realm, a shared world of gas-passing pleasure blossomed.

Amy held Anders's gaze, a look of desire painted across her face.

Anders whispered, "Can you show me?" His voice was hoarse, laced with embarrassment and curiosity.

Amy's mouth felt dry, and she couldn't contain her excitement. She nodded, summoning her courage as she led Anders into one of the stalls.

The hinges creaked in protest as Amy shut the door behind them. After locking it, she leaned against the cool, damp wall, the tiles sticking to her back. The room felt humid, thick with the promise of passion.

Amy's pulse quickened as she stood on her tiptoes to press her lips against Anders's. She had fantasized about this moment for weeks. The kiss was soft, a tender connection between two strangers. As Amy's lips brushed against his, a quiet fart escaped her, eliciting a moan from Anders.

Her cheeks burned in embarrassment, yet she was thrilled. She felt her skin flush and giggled, the warmth of it spreading from her cheeks down to her chest. Amy's top, saturated with the remnants of her sexual release, clung to her body. The faint outline of her hardening nipples could be seen through her wet bra, enticing Anders even more.

"Can I?" he asked, gently tugging on Amy's shirt.

She nodded as Anders removed her top to reveal her soft pink satin bra, which highlighted her luscious breasts. Amy moaned as Anders kneaded them carefully.

Then, she found the button to her jean shorts, removing them to display her satin panties, which curved around her peachy butt.

"Here," Amy cooed, as she spun herself around, so that her ass pressed against Anders's growing bulge. "I wanna try something." Amy's voice wavered with anticipation.

She slid her panties down, revealing her bare ass to Anders.

A sultry smile spread across her face, her lips wet and parted.

She could see Anders was taken in by her beauty. His gaze lingered on her curves, taking in everything from her full breasts, to the inviting curve of her hips.

She reached behind herself, brushing her fingers against Anders's cock.

His breath hitched, and his eyes fluttered shut for a moment as she began to grind her bare ass against him.

Amy bit her lip, the pressure in her stomach transitioning downward toward her anus. "Ooh ~ Anders," she purred, "Get ready."

Her nerves tingled with excitement as she clenched, releasing a long, loud fart, which vibrated against Anders's throbbing member. She could feel herself getting wetter - the secret thrill of farting in public made her shiver, and she began touching herself.

"Fuck, Amy," Anders panted. "You're so filthy."

She could feel his cock, a rock-hard length, pressed up against her bare ass. As she moved rhythmically against him, she rubbed herself faster, releasing torrents of gas onto Anders's throbbing member.

"Oh God, yes. I'm a filthy girl. Mm, you love my filthy farts, Anders?" Amy's seductive, raspy voice was brimming with confidence, pleasure, and a hint of naughtiness as she continued to grind her bare ass against him, her assault of farts neverending.

"Ooh ~ Anders. I'm gonna cum." Amy managed, the feeling of his hot shaft against her gassy ass sending waves of pleasure.

"Yes, yes, YES!" Amy's head lolled back as she pressed her farting ass harder against Anders, a wave of pleasure surging through her. Her body shuddered, and another hot burst of wetness seeped through her legs.

Still overwhelmed by her orgasmic bliss, Amy blushed as she felt Anders pressing against her hot womanhood. "Please, Anders, be gentle." Amy murmured as she slowly parted her legs, her wet, swollen slit fully exposed. She could feel his cock, poised at her entrance; she was mesmerized by the warmth of his hands as they cupped her bare ass.

"God, you're fucking wet, Amy." Anders responded, his mouth finding hers again as he gently eased inside her. The tip of his cock pushed through her folds and she moaned, gasping as she adjusted to his size.

Amy's walls were spasming, twitching in response to Anders's every exhale, causing a few juicy farts to escape and fill the atmosphere with sweet scent.

The lovers writhed together, rocking back and forth, causing the musty smell of the bathroom to mix in an enticing symphony with the farts released.

Amy moaned incessantly, the feeling of fullness by Anders's thick cock inside of her complementing the feeling of emptiness as she released her gas.

Their bodies moved in rhythm, their slick, wet skin rubbing against each other. The room was thick with their combined moans and heavy gasps for breath.

Anders's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming deeper and more forceful as he clutched Amy's porcelain hips, which were now glistening with sweat. The air was thick with their musky scent, mixing with the potency of the recent release of Amy's farts.

Amy savored every moment, relishing the feeling of gas passing through her walls, around the penetrating object, the residual heat from their bodies and the gaseous exits lending the act a unique sensation.

"Anders!" she cried out, bracing herself against the wall. "Oh, I'm gonna cum!!"

As she cried out, Amy's body spasmed, and she unleashed a fart so powerful, the bathroom reverberated around them. The walls seemed to close in on them, the air heavy and dense. Anders groaned, unable to contain his pleasure, and he spilled his seed all over Amy's glorious globes of butt flesh, which released one final sigh of gaseous relief.

Panting and shivering, both lovers stared into each other's eyes, with grins from ear-to-ear as they shared a hearty laugh. The moment was pure and embarrassingly hilarious, and provided them all the catharsis they needed.

Amy's hazel eyes shimmered with gratitude. She was comforted by Anders's vulnerability. And she knew that this was one of those raw moments of authenticity she craved.

Tuesday, September 23, 2025

Interviewing ten girls about the best leggings to fart in Girl 1 Anabelle

 

I advertised for girls to be interviewed on what leggings are best for farting in and how often they fart if at all in the gym classes and weight training.

Offered £1000 for 10-minute interview in the leggings they like wearing and must be able to fart at least once in the interview.

I got a hundred of girls wanting to do for a grand I suppose 1k for ten minutes work is attractive whatever the subject, I had them send a short summary about them and a picture of them front and behind wearing the leggings. I was going to take 10 as had 10k spare.

My first choice was a girl called Anabelle who worked in a gym, she had a very sexy figure and a bum from heaven it stuck out as she had obviously trained her glutes, the blue leggings she was wearing gymshark were straining to contain her full tight bum.

I had hired a studio in town that was soundproof and private, the girl turned up and yep she had a really good bum and the leggings fit really tight and were trying to go up her arse crack and looked painful over her pussy.

She sat in the chair , she was eastern European good English with a slight accent, the first question was why these particular gym shark leggings , she said that she was a really gassy girl naturally but worked in the gym so not the best place to be farting in as there was always a lot of people around and her farts were usually very eggy . She said that these leggings with her thong underneath mostly silenced the farts better than any others and not being weird she said confidentially, she was very comfortable with herself this girl I get a kick out of farting in them, feels horny farting in the tight thong and leggings. I asked her how many times she would fart whilst in the gym, she said she had 6 pairs of these leggings in all different colours, and it had taken trying a lot of leggings to get ones that silenced her gas like these did. She said she sometimes farted 15 times in her 6-hour shift , she would run 2 one hour classes a day and the rest of the time was one to one lessons with clients , if she was running a class it was more difficult on these occasions she would hold the fart as long as she could , this could be difficult as her arse was always full of gas . There was a door at the back of the studio and she kept some equipment in there so she would make and excuse to go and get something if the fart was impossible to hold, so whilst the students where doing a set of prescribed exercises , she would go into the corridor at the back of the studio it was 10 feet long with a cupboard at the end , she would walk down it but by this time the fart was already hissing out into her knickers and yoga pants , she would open the cupboard and literally squirt the rest of the fart into the cupboard by sticking her arse out through making sure she got all of the fart out , the hot fart usually stunk of egg and make her pussy a little wet . one or twice she would do this in an hour class. I and around the gym she would do the same in the staff only corridor at the back of the gym , sometimes after pushing out a few in the corridor another member of staff would use it and moan how it stunk but know one knew it was her. On some occasions a fart would just escape in the gym, luckily for the leggings it was silent, but the smell would be awful, and people would wonder where it came from. In the car home she would spread her legs and fart half a dozen times on her own in the car, this usually led to masturbation as the smell of her own farts and the leggings being so tight turned her on.

At the end of the interview I asked if she needed to fart and she said she was desperate too but warned me I might gag from the stink , I asked if I could feel it come out of the leggings she turned round and bent over , gosh it was heaven , she said put your hand on the crack , I did this her arse was so tight and full and warm , then she pushed out  the fart a long hot eggy woosh of air , that smelled like heaven . I paid her the grand and as she walked to leave she pushed farts out as she walked and gassed up the hole room with egg and cabbage gas .

 

 

 


Thursday, May 29, 2025

Kayla

 

 

 


 

 

 

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.