Mrs Andrews Disposes

 

 

 

 

All characters are 18 or over but those offended by bathroom scenes should not proceed further.

For Jen and Megs

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Mrs. Kay Andrews had had it up to here with her blonde older daughter, Karen, who was now 21. The girl was perpetually petulant and because she was quite attractive, tended to lord it over her plainer younger dark-haired sister, Andrea, three years younger at 18. Karen treated Andrea like dirt. And Kay was tired of seeing it happen so she decided to act.

Coming down the hall, she heard a shout and saw Karen slap Andrea on the side of the head.

"And what was the meaning of that, young lady?" Kay snapped, staring at Karen, who was surprised that her mother had seen her actually hit the younger girl.

"She just keeps bugging me," Karen said with a sneer. "She has no life so she constantly is trying to horn in on mine."

"Well, I'm tired of your treating her so nastily," Kay responded, much to Karen's annoyance. "And I intend to do something about it. Both of you—I want to see you in my bedroom, right now."

She pointed the way to her spacious bedroom, where both girls were all too aware that they traditionally were sent to be disciplined.

Kay sat at her vanity table with her wooden hairbrush in hand.

"I'm going to try a new approach," she said, and looking straight at Karen, she went on, "And I know you will not like it at all but that's just too bad. You've been asking for this for quite some time."

Karen shivered as she never felt good in her mother's bedroom, knowing how often her panties had been taken down here for a spanking as she grew up. But now she was 21 and about to become independent. Those days, she thought, were long gone.

"Because you cannot seem to learn to treat your sister the way you would want to be treated," Kay said to Karen sternly, "I'm putting her in charge of you. She will now be able to discipline you when you insult her or otherwise misbehave. And we will start now. Andrea, sit down here and Karen will lift her skirt, pull down her panties and get over your lap for a well-deserved spanking."

Andrea, previously forlorn, now had a wide grin on her face. She responded to the invitation with alacrity and sat on the chair, tapping her lap much as an experienced spanker might.

"You can't do this!" Karen almost screamed. "Mom, this is cruel and I'll be the laughing-stock of my crowd!"

"You may well be because this is going to happen," Kay responded calmly. "Now get across her lap for your spanking."

With an air of great reluctance, Karen lifted her flannel skirt above her waist and slowly lowered her stylish pale blue hicut panties, complying with her mother's directions and feeling distinctly silly placed across her younger sister's lap. But now Andrea had her mother's hairbrush in hand and Karen knew that that was not something to be taken lightly, especially when the younger girl started swatting what to Karen seemed like her all-too-big bottom with the nasty brush.

Karen suddenly realized that she now was going to embarrass herself severely if not totally disgrace herself. She felt increasing pressure inside her bowels to release something and she only hoped it was just gas. As embarrassing as it would be to fart right into Andrea's face when her mother was there, she realized how totally humiliating it would be if what emerged was not just gas but the contents of her rectum.

"Brrrrrrrrruppppppp," came the sound from Karen's uncovered anal opening and Andrea burst into laughter. "Oh, Mommy," she exclaimed, "did you hear that huge fart Karen just made? I can't wait to let all my friends know what she did while I was spanking her."

Karen's face reddened and she quietly apologized to her mother for her gaseous interruption.

"You'd better apologize to Andrea as she is now in charge of your disciplining, Karen," her mother responded coolly.

"I'm sorry for...that," Karen said rather blankly to Andrea, who was eating all of this up.

"You'd better check her bottom to make sure she doesn't need to go right away," Kay advised Andrea as Karen's face grew red, now with fear that her sister's finger would feel the contents of a bowel movement that Karen was sure was close to becoming critical.

That was all Andrea needed to plunge her index finger into Karen's pretty anus in the crack of her lovely rear end.

"Oh, Mommy," Andrea exclaimed. "She's got...doody in there, for real, big time."

Karen cringed as her most private bodily function was being discussed and she couldn't do anything because of the terrible punishment her mother had visited upon her in giving Andrea authority over her.

"Well," Kay said with a grin that froze Karen's senses, "we'd better get her on the toilet now before she has an accident on your lap, Andrea." With that, Kay took Karen by the ear and escorted the older girl to the bathroom and sat her on the toilet like she was a small child.

"Now do your business, Karen," Kay commanded, and soon, after a series of embarrassing bowel sounds, Karen felt a large log slide out of her anus.

"If you are finished, Karen, stand up," Kay directed. "Now Andrea, you will always inspect the contents of the bowl before permitting her to flush and note down in the Behavior Book exactly what she did and when."

"You may wipe yourself," Kay said, rather offhandedly to Karen, whose face was still totally crimson.

"If you find she is being balky or in any way resistant to your authority," Kay added, with a grin, "you may have her lie underneath you when you squat over her and release whatever you wish to, then have her lick you clean, inside and out."

"Lastly, Andrea, I want you to inspect her panties often and without advance notice," Kay said. "If she is responding to this by creaming them, she will be setting herself up for further punishment. It will also be up to you whether Karen is permitted to go out on dates. Generally, she should be permitted to have a social life, but you may set a curfew, or an early bedtime, or decide whether she should be allowed to have sex with a date."

"It should be standard for you to subject her to what I call a full-pussy inspection after a date to see if she has been fucking," Kay stated rather bluntly. "You should have her hold her labia well part so you can carefully inspect her whole vulval area. This of course also applies to her anal area."

***

Karen's life soon became awful every day before she left for work and when she returned. The little brat Andrea was on her case all the time, making her expose herself so that her annoying sister could inspect her panty crotch. Andrea also started making remarks about Karen's most intimate areas, telling her older sister that if she misbehaved, her "landing strip" of carefully trimmed hair on her mons veneris might be shaved.

The spankings increased until Karen's poor bottom was red most of the time. Andrea was not at all reluctant to introduce new humiliations: now after each spanking Karen had to crawl between her seated sister's legs and kiss Andrea on her lower lips. Andrea did not yet shave or trim at all down there, so Karen always emerged with a mess of hair and her face smeared with Andrea's profuse secretions.

This Friday night, Karen had won approval to go out on a date with one of her favorite boyfriends, Dale. But late in the afternoon, after she came home to get ready, Andrea announced another panty inspection and smiled as she noted a slight yellow stain where Karen had allowed a smidge of urine to show on her now-mandated white panties.

"You're getting too old for stained panties," Andrea remarked superciliously. "I think that girls who stain their panties are not ready to go out on dates, so you will be staying in tonight. You'd better call that cute Dale and tell him that you're not able to go out tonight. Otherwise when he arrives, I will inform him that I have had to punish my naughty older sister," Andrea went on, as Karen steamed.

"You are such an awful bitch," Karen sputtered, in her furor.

"That will cost you, big sister," Andrea grinned. "Just for that nasty little crack, you will have an early bedtime, five o'clock," she pronounced. "Unless you want to take a hairbrushing too, if you aren't in your jammies right at 5," she added.

Now Karen thought her humiliation was complete. An early bedtime on a night when she had expected to escape from this horrible regime for a few hours and even to enjoy some sex with her favorite guy! It would have been bad enough to have had to lower her panties to have Andrea comment on her cream-filled pussy when she returned from the date by the curfew her bossy sister had set.

Karen quietly said she would call her date and then dialed on her cellphone. She got an answering message and left as nice a one as she could saying that an emergency had come up and she was awfully sorry she couldn't see Dale that evening. Now she began to worry that he might not get the message in time and show up to see her humiliated all the more.

Indeed, that was exactly what happened about three hours later. Karen had been ceremoniously been put to bed by Andrea and told she would be severely punished if she were found out of bed or with the light on. At about 7:30 the doorbell rang and Dale appeared.

Karen could hear the conversation from her room. Andrea very calmly said to Dale that Karen had left him a message that she could not go out tonight.

Dale looked confused.

Andrea smiled at him and said, "My older sister was naughty today so she has been made to go to bed early without her supper."

Dale now seemed amused and amazed. This family was quite something, he thought, if a 21-year-old woman was subjected to such juvenile punishments.

"Well," he said, thinking he might as well try something in this situation, "could it be that you are free?"

Andrea, whose social life had not been all she had hoped for, leaped with joy and said she would be delighted to go out with Dale.

"There's no time like the present then, Andrea," Dale responded with alacrity. "Let's get going."

Karen heard all of this from her bed and was distraught. She also was totally envious that her sister was very likely to have the enjoyable sex that evening that Karen had been anticipating with increasing excitement.

***

Andrea had been wearing a fairly plain tweed skirt and cream blouse when she was escorted from the Andrews home by a now-energized Dale. She enjoyed the evening, which was mainly spent at a local hangout frequented by a crowd slightly older and mostly above the drinking age. She couldn't drink, although Dale made sure that one of the other older girls gave her some of their seven-and-sevens.

When one of the girls asked about her sister, a contemporary, Andrea realized she had better be a bit discreet and told her that Karen was not feeling well, grinning enough to convey the idea that Karen was having her period. She knew that that was not true, but also felt it would embarrass Karen all the more for such an intimate bit of knowledge to be made known to friends.

They ended up at Dale's apartment, and Andrea was starting to feel the effect of the rye. She had not had much sex yet, even at 18, but she enjoyed Dale's attentions and his compliments that she was clearly a hot little number.

They necked on his couch as the TV blared, and Dale enjoyed slowly easing her out of her blouse and skirt and shoes. She gigglingly asked if he was going to shed any clothes so he unzipped his trousers, let them drop and unbuttoned his nice crisp dress shirt.

"Oh you have such a nice chest," she said as she stroked him over his tee shirt.

Dale laughed and responded by unhooking Andrea's bra and releasing her reasonably-sized 32C breasts. "Yours isn't too bad either," he riposted with a wide smile.

He nestled between his date's boobs and fondled them and then softly took them in his mouth and licked as her nipples stiffened and she felt herself getting engorged down in her panties.

After they made out for some time and Dale's clever fingers had poked under the waistband of her panties to invade her creamy pussy, poking into her still-tight vaginal vault, he lightly lifted her and carried her to his commodious bed.

Andrea was indeed ready and proceeded to slip down her little panties. She had not had a chance to prepare so they were not very sexy, she thought, but all the better since Dale clearly liked what he saw, to judge from the firm erection she now viewed as he pulled off his boxers and let his tee short come over his head and off.

"You're a big boy," Andrea gasped, at the sight of his 9-inch cock.

"All the better to please you, my dear," Dale cracked, showing the experience he had had with the fairer sex.

Andrea was a bit frightened by his size but really longed to be fucked, as she had not been used to boys paying too much attention to her plain appearance. Dale counted himself lucky in that he liked her pleasantly-sized tits, playing with them all along, and saw that she would likely have a nice tight puss for him to enjoy.

His sweet demeanor calmed her and she lay back, opening her legs as he crawled between them to give her some pussy licking. This too she had not expected but enjoyed immensely and came rather loudly very quickly after his tongue began teasing her aroused clit.

She was surprised when suddenly she felt his prick already inside her and her inner vaginal muscles began vibrating and responding to his thrusts, which were remarkably gentle, she felt.

Dale was experienced enough to take his time but realized she was inexperienced and could get sore rapidly so he increased the tempo of his lovemaking so that soon he exploded inside her. Andrea was excited and creamed aplenty even though the first cum from his pussy-licking was clearly the most enjoyable.

Now she felt a bit embarrassed that she had taken Karen's date, even though she was still revelling in the authority her mother had given her over her elder sister. She also realized that Dale had been interested in her mainly as a one-night fuck and when she forced herself to admit that that was what she wanted too, despite her underlying desire for a real relationship, she did let herself enjoy everything that had happened.

Finally it was time for Dale to take her home and give her that sweet kiss in the car before walking her to the house.

After she came in, she was only slightly taken aback to find her mother sitting in the living room at this late hour. She quietly asked her if everything was all right.

"You have let me down, Andrea," Kay said grimly. "I did not give you the extraordinary authority over your older sister for you to steal her date. Get over here right now and lift your skirt so I may lower your panties for a well-deserved spanking."

Andrea knew better than to argue with her very assured mother. She realized she had blown it. Now she would be back at Karen's mercy in that without authority from Mom, the blonde older sister would be able to keep her at bay.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I guess I screwed up," Andrea said, without any defensiveness.

"Yes, you did," Kay answered, "and I hope you understand that I gave you a lot of authority which you have proven yourself unready to exercise with responsibility."

She then proceeded to pull down her younger daughter's panties and smelled the unmistakable odor of sex, as well as observing the major stains in Andrea's panty crotch along with the cum still dripping from her pussy lips.

"I had a feeling you would also end up screwing him," Kay commented, "and I'm sorry to say that you proved me right."

She patted her skirt and Andrea knew it was time to get across the maternal lap for what she had coming. The spanks began and the noise did awaken Karen, who heard what was happening and hoped that this might bode the end of her ignominious subjection to her sister's whims.

I literally shit my pants tonight while driving. Ladies, what is your most horrific poop story?

 

 

 

 

 

Edit: wow, this blew up (no pun intended) so I guess I'll share my horrific story from last night.

I had just finished dinner at a restaurant with my boyfriend and his family. Food was great, everything was fine (including my stomach). We all say goodbye and I get into my car and start driving home (about 20 minutes away). My stomach starts to gurgle and I let out a fart. I feel some relief and figure the feeling will pass and I can make it home. But oh god, the feeling does not pass. I just make it on the highway and realize there's no fucking way I'm making it home without stopping. I drive about 3 miles and get off at an exit, frantically looking for a gas station or... Well anything at this point. All around me are business buildings... All closed. It's getting worse and I'm clenching my butt as best I can. I figure if I can find a semi secluded dark parking lot, I'll just let loose there. I decide this at a light that took a god damn eternity. I'm waiting, and shaking, and sweating, and the light isn't changing. Then it changes... And then it happens. The poop is released into a brand new pair of underwear and my favorite jeans. I cannot even explain the warm, mushy feeling. I pull over to the first parking lot I see with no cars. Oh great, it's a middle school. Luckily, it's mostly surrounded by trees. I pull over by the dumpster, jump out of the car, squat and realize this beast isn't done. I shit more, take off my pants and underwear and go in my glove compartment where I keep a bunch of napkins. I try to clean up as much as possible and realize my underwear is a lost cause. I'm so mortified that I forgot to put my underwear in the dumpster so I left it. On the grass. In a middle school parking lot. I always keep extra underwear in my purse, so I put them on and drove home with the windows open. I'm sorry to the person who finds my poop, underwear, and napkins covered in feces.

M literature My new girlfriend

 

 

 

 

Because I'm still in my youth, and still a little naive and gullible. My 'sneaky' attempts at looking up the short skirt of one of my older female friends, was painfully obvious. She knew what she was doing sure, but my stupidity, still makes me facepalm.

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I was at a female friends house watching tv, and she had gone off to hang out with her neighbour. Another girl her age. But then her big sister came home. A hot brunette, with nice curves. She did her own thing for a bit. Then came and sat on the opposite end of the couch, and put her feet on my lap. "You don't mind do you", she asks me. Knowing that I could clearly see her panties, under her short work skirt. "Ah.. not at all", I replied, blushing a little.

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I tried not to at first, but eventually my accursed hormones overwhelmed me, and I started taking a peek or two. A second at first, then two seconds, then three; and so on. While her face never changed, she knew exactly how much she was teasing me. And probably loved it.

+++

The next ten minutes were relatively quiet. Me burning the heavenly image into my mind. And her pretending to not notice. Another minute passed, and she stood up;  making sure to bend over in front of me, while scratching an 'itch' on her foot. The bottom of cheeks peeking out. Immediately glued to the sight, I watched as they disappeared back under her skirt, before she walked away.

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Then she came back with a bottle of water and set it down on the floor next to her spot. Once again bending over in my direction. This time mere inches away. But then it happened. As her skirt rode up, it went over the point of holding on. And just like a switch, it shot upwards. Revealing the glorious sight, that was her panty clad backside. Though a generic colour, they hugged her toned cheeks firmly, and were slightly riding up her crack. I couldn't tear my eyes away for even a second. Then I saw, what could only be her butthole, bulge into her underwear. And not even a second later, a thick and bubbly fart hit me right in the face.

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Almost instantly, the smell dived into my sinuses and I instinctively held my nose shut. "Oops", she said with a slight Snickers in her tone. "Sorry about that. Must be that fast food, I had for lunch", she then says to me. "Um.. it's fine, I guess", I managed to say back. Then she giggled, and took the same position as before. Her delicates clear as day, and her musky work feet on my lap. Releasing my sniffer, I could still smell trace amounts of her girl gas. While it definitely stank, it was also intoxicating for some reason.

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Five more minutes go by, and I've started giving her a foot massage, because she asked for one; and I just couldn't find it in myself, to say no to that gorgeous face of hers. But the noise of the tv suddenly gets interrupted by a loud gurgle. Looking at her, and unintentionally up her skirt; which now had an even bigger viewing range, because one of her feet were resting on my shoulder. She apologized, and asked if she could relieve some pressure. Not understanding why she even needs my permission, I basically said go for it.

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To my surprise, she gets off the couch. Ending the foot massage, and grabbing me by the wrist. Then she pulls me into her room, and locks her door. About to ask her, what she's doing; she shushes me, by putting her finger on my lips. Making me take a seat on her bed, I stare in awe as she starts undressing. Each price of clothing getting dropped on the ground; except for her underwear.

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Approaching me, she pushes me back and climbs on, untill she's sitting on my chest. Her own heavenly chest on full display. "Open your mouth for me, and I'll make you my body pillow tonight", she says down to me, while slightly bouncing up and down. And obviously I do.

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Moving forward, she spreads her musky pussy lips, and sits down; settling all her weight, so I can't go anywhere.  Then she drops the dirty panties, that she's been wearing all day, onto the visible part of my face, and grabs fistfulls of my hair.

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A little confused at what she wants me to do. Her soft thighs squeeze my head, and like my attempts at peeking, it becomes painfully obvious, as a salty liquid hits my tongue.

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With her hot girl tea quickly filling my living teapot, I immediately start swallowing. Her foul liquid draining down my throat over and over again, while she casually uses me like a toilet. "Sorry about this", she sighs in relief, while emptying her bloated bladder into my mouth. "Mom was using the toilet. And she has a stomach bug right now, so I don't wanna go in there until it's aired out", the hot female explains, before concentrating on her current task. Which takes twenty whole seconds.

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"Can you do me a favour, and lick me clean", she asks me, before grabbing my hands and placing them on her supple shirt fillers. Having gotten past the worst, I do as requested and start licking. The odd mixture of salty pee residue, and slightly sweaty pussy flavour, almost making something that you could get drunk on.

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Lick after lick, I continue to clean and pleasure her, while she uses my hands to fondle her own chest. Then she lets go and removes the underwear from my face, before lifting up and replacing it with her moistening snatch. "Sorry", she says again. "But I really need this", she tells me; grabbing fist fulls of my hair again.

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Slowly rocking back and forth, my new crush starts grinding and riding my face like it's her sex pillow. And all I can do, is grope her intoxicating tits, and try not to pass out, as she shows no mercy.

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Over an hour later, she sits there panting, while staring at me with glazed eyes. Her sweaty mess of a post pleasure body, looming over me as her hands, which are situated above my head; keep her from collapsing. It takes about twenty minutes, but she finally seperates our masses of flesh, and shakily climbs off me; before plopping down next to me.

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Getting my wits together, I get up and bring the exhausted girl her towel and the bottle of water sitting on her desk. "Can you do it", she smiles at me, while taking the water. Smiling back, I happily do so. Wiping down every nook and cranny I can get to. Naturally, focusing on her chest and undercarriage. "Don't forget about here", she giggles at me, before getting into a head down ass up position.

+++

Looking at the dirty towel, and my precautions; I toss both aside, and start licking her toned rump. First her butt cheeks, then her crack, and then her tight asshole; which I end up rimming and probing with my tongue for the next half hour.

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Pushing me away, she tells me to get on the bed and lay down. Which I obviously do. Picking up the discarded panties from before, she climbs onto me again; and without even asking, I open my mouth. Turning around, she straddles my head. Her delicious backside hovering over me. Then she stuffs her well worn underwear into my mouth, and seals it inside with her well used vagina.

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Grunting cutely, she pushes a bassy fart up my nose for ten seconds, then sits down in a reverse school girl position. Bringing my hands to her stomach, she tells me to rub. And when I do, multiple things happen. The rubbing obviously the first; it's soon followed by a series of thick, juicy farts. Which in turn is followed by another stream of girl juice. Her, this time, clear river of pee steadily filling my panty stuffed mouth.

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Like before, I swallow her holy water; but with the addition of her smelly farts going in my nose. "Can you do me another favour and suck my panties clean", she asks me, already knowing the answer. "I haven't washed them, in like a week. So they could really use it", she giggles like a minx, before releasing a long sbd.

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Concentrating on the fabric's flavour, I could tell she wasn't kidding. They taste simply horrid. Like they've been soaking in all the flavours of the rainbow. Though, that's not very surprising, considering that their week old panties.

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Around two hours later; after she thoroughly soaked my pores in ass Fumes. She once again, seperates our flesh. "Still alive down there", she giggles at her own joke. "Obviously", I retort, after spitting out my panty gag. "I'm not that easy to get rid of", I then say. "Guess I'll have to try harder then" she chuckles; Plopping back down. This time with her greasy asshole in my mouth.

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"Don't bother licking either", she teases, almost warningly, while looking over her shoulder. "It won't help", she then winks at me; turning her attention away again. Hearing her take a deep breath, my tongue and mouth is assaulted by an onslaught of flatulence. Dry, wet, airy and silent. For ten minutes straight, she feeds everything she's got. *She wasn't kidding*, I think to myself, before a loud, bubbly splatter echos down my throat.

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Understandably surprised, I squirm and grab onto her hips, to lift her off me. But dhe grabs my wrist, and holds my arms down with surprising strength. Then she applies more weight; causing my head to sink into her mattress. Hearing another deep breath get taken, i brace for the worst. And the worst comes.

+++

Holding nothing back, she proceeds to coat my tongue, and fill my mouth with waves upon waves of fart juice. All kinds of sharts funneling out of her unholy rectum, directly into my mouth. But then her stomach groans and gurgles loudly. Followed by a door slamming shut.

+++

Looking over her shoulder, and right into my soul; she didn't have to say anything, as her sinister face said it all. Her mother is using the toilet, and she has a stomach bug. But she isn't the only one.

+++

Smiling wickedly at me, she turns away. And the next thing I know. My mouth gets filled with melted chocolate.

Faith Desperate

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Felix M., 32, sanitation engineer, heard the ladies room door handle rattled and hinges burst inward. He checked his watch. Punctuality was a beautiful thing.

The dying fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. High heels clicked as she crossed the polished linoleum. Her purse swinging, a frantic, desperate heat in every action. She tried each stall, ignoring the urgent 'Out of Order' signs. Felix flinched as the silhouette passed his hiding place.

Who was it? The unsuspecting dame who had stumbled into his trap. 'The Royal Arms' was a dive, but DJ Turo was performing and that attracted a certain clientele. The bass thumped through the soles of his Bertulli lifts all night. The music had hit a lull now. He suspected the crowd had all escaped to their after's. Maybe a bottle girl, or a desperate sloppy-drunk straggler, or a lost coed out on a girl's night? 

 The beauty in the black dress was fighting the inevitable. No amount of glamour, or shots of liquid courage could hide what was inside. She'd made it this far. She'd almost won. But then, a terrible, stupid catastrophe occurred. The handle of the last stall-- his stall --rattled but held. 

"Fuck!"

She pounded the door with desperate fists, raged against it like a bull trapped in a pen. The lock didn't budge. The only thing not worthless in the entire dumpy B- establishment was the thin metal latch standing between her and salvation.  

The curses, the frustrated growls, the pants and sighs. The man with the key heard it all, every frantic step making his arousal spike. His legs cramped from hovering above the liner-covered seat for so long. He drummed his heels, trying to keep as little contact with the used space as possible. 

A sharp grunt cut through the bathroom's hum. Felix leaned closer, his anticipation tightening. She'd come back to his stall. Her steps slowing as a fart fired out of her. 

Felix fumbled for the gloves in his pocket. He stood to slide the latch to open - thump! - the door resisted. 

Through the narrow gap he locked gaze with a smoky cat eye. What was she doing? He tried again but a firm push denied him. Her arms were braced against the stall.  Felix could only imagine what was happening on the other side:

Her resistance faltered, collapsed under the pressure, and ended in a futile pouty stomp. 

"Ungh..." Her husky groan. The sound of her relief nearly drove him to the edge. Loud, sloppy, and undeniably messy. 

The air was thick with alcohol and the sharp tang of the restroom, but when a fetid stench surfaced above it all, he knew she'd finished up.

She came down hard, taking heavy, dragging breaths as she stumbled away. 

He froze, caught in the pulsing silence, until her voice cut through: "Having fun in there?"

When Felix exited the stall, Genevieve L., 27, fashion designer, had dragged herself over to the sink and watched herself bend over the countertop. Her purse had slipped off her shoulder and dangled in the ditch of her elbow. She leaned close to the grimy wall-to-wall mirror, tongue swirling over her plump lips, gazing deep into her dark reflection.

He whistled at the view.

Her curves spilled out of her strapless handmade dress. Every step was a fascinating juggling act to stay modest. The absurd neckline sat at the tops of her hardened nipples. She adjusted. The movement lifted the hem in the back where it crept up over the misshapen bulge in her ruined black lace panties. The bikini-style bottoms provided full coverage but some of the mess had leaked around the cuff of her right buttock and left evidence on the floor. It would be helluva clean up.  

"Mm. Felix, mon amour, look at the mess you made of me." That accent. Felix had seen a lot of imports in New York yet Genevieve still managed to stand out.

That was where they differed the most. Felix was a private man. Genevieve loved to be seen. At least tonight, at least for now, they were safe to enjoy each other in private. He took his time exploring her. It was his attention to detail which drew them together from across an ocean, that and they shared an appetite as dirty as the Seine.

Felix scrambled to get his sweaty fingers into his gloves. There were a few steps between them, they stretched to miles. He always got like this in the moments that mattered.

At the sound of the latex snap, Genevieve sucked her teeth. "Non," she said, eying him in the mirror. "You want to touch me, you touch me."

He hesitated. Her look sharpened to contempt. Only after he stripped the gloves off did she offer herself again. 

He was breathless by the time he reached her. Leaning over the counter, legs parting in deliberate invitation. She performed a slow, hypnotic sway of her hips. He spanked her just to see it again. "Better?" The trembling had stopped.

He pinched her panties at the waistband where it dug into her side. Felix's hand lingered there, teasing the fabric higher. Be a waste to just dump it. 

Genevieve's whip-thin eyebrow raised. "Oh!" 

In one decisive move, Felix jerked the waistband up over her tailbone. The contents squished against her ample cheeks, spreading through the thin material.

 No one thought of large, rough hands like his when they used the phrase 'gentle caresses'. But if she objected, she did so in soft moans, rolling her hips, grinding against the counter's edge. 

Felix's hand slid upward. Her breasts were bare again, soft and full. He was always amazed by her creations. The dress practically removed itself. 

"Amour," She suddenly twisted in his arms. Her gaze caught his, heavy-lidded and intrigued.

Her dark hair fell over him as she bent her neck, drew him into a kiss, biting at his lip as she pulled away. She equaled him in flats. Standing tall in six-inch heels, Genevieve lay her hands over his shoulders and pressed him down. She drove him lower, lower, and lower until he was kneeling on the freshly mopped tile floor. 

She threaded a hand through his hair, rocking him closer to her dirty, dripping sex. "Time to work."

A FARTING STORY

 

 

 

 

 

[This story contains forced fart torture and no sex. All characters are 18+]

The worst experience of my life began on my first day of university. I'd been settling into a student flat with my roommate Kim, a pale Goth with long black hair that nearly reached her waist. We knew each other from college, and while we'd had disagreements in the past, I thought she'd managed to bury the hatchet.

I'd always been one of the popular girls at school. When Kim transferred to our sixth form, she was kind of the opposite. She was alternative, chubby, and a little bit dorky. As a result she got bullied constantly, and I'm ashamed to say I was one of the main offenders. It started as normal stuff - making jokes about her weight, gossiping, that sort of thing - but by the end of the year it had evolved into something much worse.

You see, Kim had a gas problem. She always said it was a medical condition, but even if it was, she never hesitated to let rip at every opportunity. What made it unbearable was that her farts were absolutely fucking vile; room-clearingly, eye-wateringly rancid. It got to the point that bullying her felt like a public service. She stopped farting so much, but the damage was done. For the rest of the year, we knew her only as Fartface.

Was it childish? No shit! But you try telling that to a bunch of eighteen and nineteen year olds who'd gagged their way through those monstrosities. All this ended with a certain incident that made her change schools right in the middle of her A levels. But that's a story for another day.

Some time later, I saw online that she was looking at the same university as me. It was miles away from anyone we knew, and there was no way either of us could make the rent alone. We messaged each other and agreed to become roommates and leave the past behind. If I'd known then what I know now, I'd still be running.

Everyone built it up to be this major, life-changing event, but moving into the flat with Kim was pretty uneventful. We unpacked together, me trying to make small talk and her staying mostly quiet. It was late that night the problems started.

I woke up to the sound of my bedroom door squealing open. The room was dark, but I could just make out Kim's pale face peering around the doorframe. She had this look in her eye that somehow carried across the dark room, like a sadistic glint, and even though I was groggy I felt a pang of fear.

The door opened a little more and she squeezed in, creeping quickly but quietly towards my bed. I shook the last dregs of sleep from my mind and called out to her.

"Kim?"

"Surprise!" she grinned. She was at my bedside now, towering over me. I didn't know what she was up to, and frankly, I was too tired to care.

"Did you miss me?" she said. "Or did you just miss this?"

She turned around and bent over slightly, so her massive, jean-clad butt was pressing into my mattress. I wanted to ask what the hell she was doing, but I never got the chance. A meaty fart burst out of her ass.

For a second I was too shocked to do anything. I just stared at her, like a deer caught in the headlights. Then the smell hit.

That first whiff hit me like a punch. I jerked my head backwards, the beefy stink making me gag and stinging my eyes to boot. It was absolutely horrible. I coughed violently, scrambling upright, fighting desperately to escape this rancid hell before I'd have to take another sniff.

"Nope. Nope. You aren't going anywhere." She leaned over the bed and pinned my arms. Her long black nails dug into my wrists.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I wheezed with the last of my air.

She just laughed. "That's a bit rich coming from you, Lauren! God, you should see the look on your face!"

I struggled weakly against her iron grip, kicking madly against the duvet, but there was no way I could shift her. All I could do was lay there with her weight pressing on my arms, waiting for this stupid prank to be over.

My throat burned with the remnants of her gas, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I'd have to inhale again. I gave one last jolt in a final attempt to buck her away.

"God, look at you go!" she laughed again, holding me easily. "Although, I'm not sure this little lesson's sinking in. Any ideas from you?"

"Fuck off," I tried to say, but all that came out was a thin wheeze. Jesus, I really needed air.

"I've got it. Hold on a second!" she said cheerfully. And then - thank God! - she released me.

Once again, I didn't know what Kim was up to. All I cared about in that moment was getting the hell out of this room before I had to breathe again. I scrambled off the bed and got to my feet, but at that moment my body made me take a huge, whooping lungful of oxygen.

That second breath was even worse than the first. Her farts always did have some awful staying power, but knowing that didn't prepare me for the bitter, gut-wrenching taste that seemed to coat my mouth the moment I inhaled. Some bile came up as I staggered drunkenly into the hallway, trying to feel my way to the toilet so I could dry-heave.

"Oh, come on! It's not that bad!" she called as I blundered around in the dark. 'Not that bad?' How could she say that? They were easily the worst things I'd ever smelled. When she'd cut one in class years ago, the poor girl sitting next to her nearly vomited. And now I'd been in the actual firing line.

The hallway light came on, nearly blinding me. Kim was standing there with her hands on her hips and a look of perverse satisfaction on her face.

"Kim," I panted, catching my breath. "Don't you ever do that to me again."

She cocked her head. "Or what?"

"What did you just say?"

"I said, 'Or what?' How are you going to stop me?"

I was so angry I could barely speak. "You... fucking..."

"Actually, I did make one mistake," she grinned. "I shouldn't have kept my jeans on."

Unbelievably, she reached down and began to slide them off. I watched in horror as she pulled them down to reveal a pair of tight black panties stretched above her thick, pale legs. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I only knew I had to run, now, before she came after me and did something even worse.

She might have been strong, but I was fast. I ran back into the bedroom and bolted the door with one hand, using the other to plug my nose and protect it from the lingering stink. She started pulling the handle from the other side. The bolt was a crappy little thing. It wouldn't hold for long.

"Shit!" I shouted, on the verge of tears. My iPhone was on the bedside table. I could try and get help, but who was I supposed to call? What the hell was I meant to say to anyone? My thoughts gibbered away at me, and it was all I could do to keep from screaming.

There was a splintering sound behind me. A guilty glance confirmed my worst fears: Kim was there, wearing only a shirt and panties. Light spilled around her from the hallway. Her legs jiggled slightly as she closed the distance between us.

"Oh my God, you are so fucked," Kim said, crossing the room. For the first time in my life I was cowering, pulling myself onto the bed as if that would protect me. This woman was fucking crazy.

"Please," I said. She planted one of her feet on the bed then climbed onto the mattress, grinning. I could see the sweaty footprint she left on the duvet. "Please, please don't- AACK!"

She'd grabbed me by the throat. She pushed down, forcing me back onto the covers, and in the dim light from the hallway Kim no longer looked like some harmless chubby Goth. She looked like a psychopath.

After a few seconds of struggling, she managed to lift a bare leg over my body and straddle my waist. She beamed down at me with a smile that would have seemed infectious from anyone else, but right here, from her, it made me want to cry. Although the choking remnants of her last fart still lingered in the air, it was fresh compared to what was coming.

"Listen up, Lauren. In a moment I'm going to turn around and force your nose in my ass. If you try anything, I'll pull my panties down too, and you can have a nice whiff of what it smells like down there. Understand?"

What she was saying was so grotesque that I struggled to process it. My heart pounded. My breath came in short, shallow gulps, and I could hear a strange ringing in my ears. A weird thought came to me: This is what Kim felt like that day in college.

"I said, do you understand?"

I nodded. Warm tears trickled down my cheeks. This wasn't happening, it couldn't be happening.

"Good," she purred. There was something disturbing about the way she said it, but I didn't want to focus on that. I didn't want to focus on anything other than getting out of this situation... even if it was clear I couldn't.

Finally, Kim let go of my throat and began to turn around. I didn't try to get away. It wasn't just her threat that scared me - it was her. I was convinced there were no limits to what she would do.

Soon I was staring up at her massive pale ass which was covered only by the pair of tight black panties. She'd always had a big butt, but it was only now I saw how enormous it had grown since college. She brought it closer, wobbling it tauntingly from side to side while giggling in anticipation. My mouth went dry. I felt so sick.

Her knees pressed into my forearms, stopping me from making another escape attempt as her ass hovered above my face. She tensed up and leaned slightly, like she was trying to coax one out.

"Kim! Wait! Please, don't..."

"...Let one rip?" she finished for me. "Okay. I won't, for now."

She relaxed. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief, but my heart was still thumping, and her ass still threateningly close to my head. It can't have been more than a foot away, and those panties barely covered any of it. Even though her gas had mostly dissipated, the smell of her sweaty butt was nearly as bad.

Then, to my horror, she began to descend.

"What-"

"I said I wouldn't fart," she laughed. "I didn't say I'd let you go."

Her ass came down inch by inch, coming steadily closer with me powerless to stop her. The best I could do was use my trapped wrists as leverage to pull my head into the pillow. Kim's ass was all I could see. I cringed as my nose made contact with those worn black panties. Oh, Jesus. There had to be a way out of this, some way of stopping what seemed to be inevitable.

Although my body was frozen, I was thinking more clearly than ever. I had to bargain while I still could, before my face got buried in... that. I opened my mouth, not knowing for sure what I was going to say until the words, "I'll pay you!" came tumbling out.

She stopped her descent not a moment too soon. My nose was wedged halfway up her ass. If she dropped another couple of inches, it would smother me for sure.

"You'll pay me."

"Yeah!"

"That's disgusting."

What? Me, the disgusting one? I was about to scoff in disbelief, but I never got the chance. Because it was at that moment that things really did get disgusting.

Kim dropped her hips, and suddenly I couldn't see anything at all. My face - hell, my entire head - began slipping into her ass like a wedgie. She wiggled her pale butt from side to side, forcing my face ever deeper between those huge, nasty cheeks, and I tried to scream but was too horrified to do even that. This was it. The ultimate humiliation.

There was a horrible moment when neither of us said anything; I hadn't fully registered what had happened, and Kim was probably savouring the moment. Then I felt hot sweat soak in through her underwear, and I gagged. The sound of me trying not to vomit made her chuckle. I could practically sense the smug smile on her face.

"Having fun down there?" she called, jiggling her ass ever so slightly. I retched again, losing my last bit of precious oxygen. I hadn't taken a breath in thirty seconds, and my mouth was completely blocked under her weight. I had to sniff. There was no other option.

I took a tiny, shallow inhale - and immediately coughed it out again. The smell of stale sweat and farts was toe-curling.

"Sounds like you're having fun."

Nausea set in. As my eyes adjusted, I could make out this tiny sliver of light from where her crack ended. Then she sat down fully, mashing my features against my skull, and I couldn't see anything at all.

I gave a muffled scream, expecting her to move. She didn't. She just sat there, her full weight on my face, trapping me in the confines of her ass. I tried so hard to breathe but couldn't. A primal panic washed over me, and I struggled harder than ever before: kicking, bucking, jerking my head, opening my jaw as wide as it would go. Finally, I managed to free an arm from her pin and press it blindly into her ass cheek, trying uselessly to lift her off. She barely moved, though with her cheek pulled to the side, I was able to take another desperate sniff.

By that point I needed oxygen so bad that I didn't even care how vile it smelled. I sucked up a breath, then another, then another, never once losing my grip on her huge, sweaty ass.

She sat up maybe an inch, keeping a grip on my other arm. "Damn. You're really weak, you know that? I can't believe I was scared of you."

"...please..." I begged between gasps.

"Lucky for you, I've decided to leave you alone tonight. I just need one more thing."

I was so busy panting that I could only whisper the word, "Anything."

In that moment, I meant it. I'd pay her, pay the rent, be her bitch until this nightmare was over and I could figure out what to do next. That all changed when I heard her reply.

"Kiss my ass."

I was astounded. "What?"

"You heard me. Kiss it."

My spirit was so broken after everything I'd endured that I very nearly did what she asked. It wasn't worth getting her angry. But then the pride I'd built over the past few years kicked in, the same pride that made me get good grades, move out of my shitty neighbourhood and into a decent university. That was who I was. I couldn't control what she did, but I could control what I did.

"No." I said firmly.

When Kim spoke again, she was barely containing her laughter. "Okay. This'll be fun!"

She fell back onto my face with such force that my whole body bounced on the mattress. I swiped blindly at her with my free hand, but it was hopeless. I was trapped.

Before, I'd thought she'd been sitting with her full weight. Now I realised how wrong I was. She moved her legs up to my body and sat on me, not squashing my face but crushing it. I screamed into her ass, but the seal was so tight I could barely hear myself.

This went on for what felt like forever. Just as my lungs started to burn, she pressed her butt even more heavily onto my face and launched herself upright. I managed to take a greedy snatch of air before she fell back down, smothering me once again.

"How about it? Are you ready to beg?"

Even if I was, there was no way I could respond. Her ass was pressed around me so tightly that I couldn't get a whiff of air. As my lungs started to burn once more, the panic set in. I raised my free arm, tensed my fingers, and scratched her, hard, down her hip.

"Ow!" she yelled. It was hardly the blood-curling scream I'd been hoping for, but God was it satisfying.

I was expecting her to punish me somehow once the shock wore off. Instead, she chuckled darkly. "You really don't know when to quit, do you?" she said, sitting up once again.

I took a breath of sweet, relatively fresh air. "Just let me go."

"Then you know what you have to do."

To my amazement, she hooked her thumbs into her panties and began to slide them down. I caught a glimpse of her ass crack and I tried to squeeze my eyes shut but something stopped me. My head was spinning. I couldn't believe this was happening. What the hell was wrong with this woman?

"Oh, Jesus," I groaned as her bare ass came into view.

"How about it?" she said brightly. "Either you kiss it, or... well, I'm sure you can figure out the alternative. I'll give you one minute to decide."

The room was dark but I could still see every inch of her pale white butt. The smell of it was unbearable, and if I didn't appease her, it would get so much worse. I gagged violently.

My hesitation seemed to rile her. "Alright, you know what? This is a one-time deal. Either you kiss it, or you spend the whole night as my cushion. Your choice."

The thought of kissing her ass was absolutely horrifying, but the idea of being forced between those naked cheeks was even worse. And if she let rip again... My stomach rolled. I'd made my decision.

I pulled myself up a little and pressed my lips to her cold, sweaty butt cheek. I could actually taste the clammy sweat. As I peeled my lips away from her smelly ass, my face burning with embarrassment, I became sure of one thing: her sitting on me wasn't the ultimate humiliation. This was.

"Well, damn," she said. "That wasn't as fun as I thought it'd be, but a deal's a deal."

Thank God. It was finally over.

"You know what, though? I've been having stomach cramps all this time. Be a shame to let 'em go to waste."

In my exhausted state, it took me a second to realise the danger in her words. "Wait-"

hsssssssssst

A scalding hot jet of air washed over my face like a wave of pure, unfiltered stink. I immediately clamped my mouth shut and pulled desperately at her grasp. It was no use. She had me pinned, and this time, she wasn't letting me go after she let loose.

I panicked, but my survival instincts were stronger. My whole body went into lockdown: I didn't move or protest, knowing I had to conserve what little air was still in my lungs. I waited for the gas to dissipate, for the intense heat to flow away, but it didn't seem to be lessening at all.

"Oh Jesus, that's fucking vile," she retched. What sort of person gags on their own fart? Just how bad was that monster? You're gonna find out soon, said some awful smug voice at the back of my mind.

I prayed silently, opened my mouth, and drew a breath.

I can't tell you how foul that fart tasted - yes, tasted. All I can say is that up to that point, it was the worst moment I've ever lived through. The taste was like chomping down on a rotten egg, and if there had been anything at all in my stomach, I would have immediately thrown it up. The tears I'd managed to hold back flowed freely down my cheeks, and I entered a cycle of gagging, then gasping, then retching again.

"Wow, listen to that. I almost feel sorry for you down there," said Kim, and I could tell she was doing her best not to breathe it in. At least she was away from the source.

I don't know how long this torture went on for. It felt at least half an hour, but could just as easily have been a few minutes. My mind kept greying out, like it was shutting down, but then I'd take a tiny gulp of tainted air and the whole disgusting cycle would begin again.

Bile slowly flooded my mouth as I took her hot eggy gas from point blank. She never let me go, not even when the last remnants of her fart were finally gone. After some time she stopped resisting my struggles so much and I managed to break free and run back into the hallway. I should've been grateful that I was getting fresh air, but instead, I could barely function.

She sauntered out of the bedroom while I was gasping for breath. I flinched, terrified that she was going to torture me even more somehow, but she didn't give me a glance. Just picked up her jeans and walked casually into her bedroom.

A minute later, she was snoring.

Six hours later, I was still awake.

Secret Gassy Hobby

 

 

 

 

 

Mary was feeling a little worried. She was due to go to college in a couple weeks, which meant she had to move into the dorms.

"Can't I still commute from home?" Mary asked her parents.

"Oh no!" They said, "You wouldn't be getting the full college experience." They explained.

"Well," Mary tried, "Can I at least have a single dorm? How will I have any privacy if I share room with someone?"

"That's more expensive," They said, "And unnecessary, you'll make more friends and socialize more if you share a room with someone."

Mary valued her privacy and alone time. She was a straight A student, attractive and friendly, but incredibly shy. Boys frequently sought out her attention because she was so cute and nice. Boys and girls alike found her pleasing to look at, with her black hair and blue eyes, her full figure, and her adorable round plump butt. She was a little on the short side, which was something that made her insecure sometimes. Though she frequently got calls from potential boyfriends, she preferred the company of her female companions. Mary just felt more comfortable with them.

Though she was looking forward to her studies in college, she was very anxious about having to interact with new classmates, and roommates too now!

Oh dear! How would she ever get her privacy? Mary had this one particular past time that she could only feel comfortable doing alone: farting heartily. Farting and masturbating to be precise. Mary loved the feeling of having full bowels, an enlarged stomach from gas, and then letting loose long disgusting farts.

Mary particularly loved it when she had the house to herself (her parents frequently went out), so she could partake in this disgusting activity.

Mary was incredibly embarrassed of this fetish, and could never bear for anyone to find out. However, she just enjoyed it so much she couldn't possibly stop. Time and time again, she would swear that this was the last time she would ever partake in this shameful fetish. However, when alone, she'd always find herself thinking the same pleasurable thoughts, and eating the same gaseous foods that made such explosive reactions within her system. Only recently had Mary come to terms with her fetish, but that didn't mean she wanted anyone else to know! Best keep it a secret, rather than embarrass herself in front of her parents or a roommate.

"Well, we're off to the theater, Mary." Her Mom said. "Dinner is in the fridge, we'll be back late past midnight."

"Ummm, okay," said Mary, breaking out of her naughty thoughts, "Have a good night."

As soon as the door closed, Mary headed to the fridge.

"Hmmm, what did Mom leave this time" Mary pondered as she looked through the fridge.

"Broccoli, bean dip, chicken..." Mary enjoyed picking the foods that would get the most reaction out of her. She decided to go with the broccoli, brussel's sprouts, baked beans, and some soda as refreshment. Mary collected the items of gaseousness and took them to the living to eat in front of the TV, as was her ritual. Mary also wore a pair of tight tight jeans, so as to better feel her swelling stomach. She just loved the feeling of tightness around her ass and stomach! Mary got wet in anticipation.

Mary turned on the TV, squeezed her cute fat ass between the sofa pillows, and started to gorge. She ate quickly and heartily, knowing it would put the most amount of air pockets in her stomach. She drank the soda thirstily, and tried to avoid burping as much as possible. Mary wanted to make sure the gas went in the OTHER direction.

Mary knew that she was eating and acting like a disgusting animal, around people she was very polite and ladylike. Her parents had frowned on impolite behavior such as farting or burping-even as a joke! Thus Mary knew she had to keep this a secret forever, and only be disgusting when no one was watching.

"Although..." she thought, "It would be so amazing if I could do this with someone..." She longed to find another to share this fetish, she sometimes fantasized about having one of her gal pals fart on her lap. Alas, Mary knew she'd be far too embarrassed to ask such a thing.

Mary finished gorging, and rubbed her belly while watching TV. Now was the time she would feel her tummy and intestines digest, and she would aid its progress by rubbing her tummy and moving her ass a little in her seat. She was getting so wet in excitement! She was soaking through her jeans, nearly getting the sofa cushion wet! Fortunately, from past experience she knew the sofa cushions would not show her stains. Thank god her mom never noticed...

"Oooh," gasped Mary as her tummy rumbled. She was feeling it already, her stomach gurgling and processing. Mary was feeling so full and stuffed, but she would not allow herself to use the toilet until the very last minute. She would prolong the pleasure even if it risked shitting herself.

Her stomach groaned and rumbled some more, and Mary rubbed it more. She put her hand in her pants to feel her increasing wetness (no easy feat! considering how tight the jeans were now!).

Her tummy was so swollen and rumbling horribly, she gasped, and had to lean to her side to relieve some of the pressure.

"Ppphuurt!" went her ass, followed by Mary gasping "Aaahhhhh!" in relief. It felt soooo good to get that gas out! She sighed and smiled, in her happy place.

Mary sat up and resumed watching TV. She enjoyed the feeling of getting wetter and wetter through her jeans. She grunted a little, and pushed a puttering fart, "Prbbt, prbbt, prrt", and moaned enjoying the hot gas warming her ass and pussy.

Mary became aware of the noxious smell coming from her ass, but that couldn't be helped. Brussel's sprouts really did her in, and the beans sure didn't help either.

"Oh," she thought, "How I wish I could just cut loose on someone's face," then she twisted her face in a grimace and pushed a loud droning fart through her tight jeans. "Pppprrrpprroooom!" it went!

"Ungh..." she groaned in relief, something about wearing tight jeans made her farts sound extra noisy. Her ass was really getting started now in the frequency of farts, she started pushing more and more to get them all out.

"Ungh, ungh," she pushed with grimace, her ass pooted along fiercely.

"Prrrft! Pooom! Phhhrrrrrrt!" The gas was getting extremely dense around her, but nowhere near as dense as it was in her system. It felt so good to get it out of her ass, but she clenched her tummy still feeling the fullness of her bowels.

"Ohhhh," she groaned, "I'm going to need to shit really soon." She looked towards the toilet. "Not yet, not yet," she told herself, "I can hold it for a little longer."

She kept farting, continually one after the other, then she let loose a long wet sounding chain fart!

"PLLLBLblblblbprrrrrrrrrt!" This one had her doubled over with her ass in the air just tearing away.

"Oh my god!" She said genuinely surprised, "That was so-" just as Mary was about to say "huge", her ass took her off guard blasted out a huge crackle of explosions. Mary was still doubled over in the floor, clutching her stomach, her ass, seemingly having a mind of its own, cracking of huger and wetter farts. Mary needed the toilet, NOW. She crawled carefully and slowly to the toilet, her ass farting squeakily with each movement. Her bowels were threatening to explode in her jeans in a very messy way, she had to be extremely careful not to fill her panties up. Mary was already sure she had to have stained her panties brown with her wet ass blasts.

Her shit was pushing hard against her asshole, she REALLY needed to shit. But Mary couldn't risk messing her pants on the way to the bathroom, she started getting desperate.

She continued trying to crawl slowly and steadily, but without warning her ass emitted a wet slapping sound and all was lost! On hands and knees, Mary lost it and commenced shitting her pants very loudly.

"Blaaat! Braaaapt!" went her ass.

"Oh no!" she yelled, but it was too late. There was nothing she could do but stay there a finish filling her pants. She shat and shat, and her jeans just kept getting fuller and fuller. She was highly aware of the heaviness and the warmth spreading across her ass. It felt good to get all the shit out, so she enjoyed the release and relief of her bowels.

Mary grunted to squeeze out the last couple turds, and turned around to see how enlarged the ass of her jeans were. It felt so heavy, she couldn't believe that all that shit was inside of her! She waved her ass around just to get a feel of the weight, then carefully went to the shower to clean off.

In the shower, she pondered to herself, "Now how will I ever do this with a roommate around?"