Won a hundred thousand on local postcode lottery spent all of it on my fetish part 2

 

 

 

 

She got to the end of the hallway and pushed out another hot fart this was long and airy and smelled like hot poo, she was enjoying every minute of the experience, and she was getting paid. When the fart ended, she said she was going to need the toilet as she really needed a poo she apologised but said she couldn’t fart again as she was worried she might fill her knickers with poo, she said will I still get paid the same as agreed I said I would give her another £500 on top if I could watch her poo in the toilet . She giggled and said ok then buts it going to be really disgusting as I haven’t pooped in 5 days. I asked why it had been so long when an audible pop of foul air escaped her yoga pants. She said let me get to the toilet and she would explain but she was on the edge. The main bathroom was upstairs I said go up the stairs and I would follow , I made sure my face was close to her lovely arse as she climbed the stairs slowly as it was obvious now she really need to go , her arse was perfect in the tight beige yoga pants and I was hard with lust as she climbed the stairs and occasional little squirt of gas escaped the materiel and it smelled of dirty knickers and poo . I said to her them little farts you are doing are sexy. Ciara said with a strained voice that they were just leaking out due to the amount of poo up her arse and it was only the tight knickers and yoga pants stopping her from completely shitting herself. We got to the bathroom and she was shuffling from one foot to another popping out little farts , She said she needed help getting her yoga pants off so that her knickers would stay tight on her bum to help keep the shit from coming out . I was in £1500 heaven this was a fantasy coming true, I thought I was just getting tight clothing and farts but was about to get to see poo coming out of this hot girls arse . She put her fingers under the tight waistband of the yoga pants and held her knickers and the told me to gently pull them down over her bum to around her knees. I did this and could not believe how tight the knickers underneath wrapped her bum and pussy, they were like a light cream lacy tanga knicker, they were like a second skin on her bum and lady parts she said that the pressure to poo had eased off, did I want to sniff some farts through her knickers. I said ohh God yes I put my nose near her knickered covered bum crack she squeezed out little airy farts through them, I could really smell the knickers up close to my face as well as the hot poo smelling farts.

I asked her why her hot knickers smelled so dirty , she said she had worn them for 5 days when she had decided to hold her poo , she then explained that when she had poo in her arse she could not stop farting and she knew she was coming today so had left the same knickers on and not pooped for 5 days and still eaten a lot of food . she said the first day alone she had farted 50 plus times in these knickers, by the end of the day they material was hot against her arse. As more poo built up inside her the more, she had farted, she had counted 800 farts into these knickers before getting to me.

She told me that once she had pooped the farts would virtually disappear, but she told me she could probably make her pooping last for around 2 hours as she was very full and there would be a lot of farts in between. She told me that 5 days’ worth would completely fill my toilet to the brim I might need to flush the toilet a few times otherwise it would clog it. I told her it would be extremely erotic for her tight little arse to fill my toilet with poo to the brim. She kept puffing out little hot poo knicker smelling farts for another 10 minutes I could not get enough of them , she announced she would need to poop a little bit now as she could feel more pressure , She told me if I wanted to prolong the experience and make It  sexier , when she had to poo she would poke her bum over the toilet pan and I could pull the tight knickers aside so she could poo with them on .

The Perfect Toilet by Dick

 

 

 

 

You wake up in pitch black, still in a deep daze. As you start to regain consciousness, you realize that you can’t move your neck. You’re just stuck, with your head tilted at a 160 degree angle, with tubes up your nose.

You try to move your arms.
No luck.
You can’t figure out why, but your arms and legs feel so tight together, that you can’t move them. It feels like your trapped in some kind of air tight bag, with your head and neck trapped in some sort of container. For some reason, your throat hurts too. Not just your ordinary sore throat.. this one feels like it extends through to your stomach!

As you try to thrash around, you feel an enormous pain in your rear end!
“Where the fuck am I?!” You think to yourself, panicking. The worst thoughts come to mind. We’re you kidnapped by some perv? No time to find out. You need to figure out a way out of here before whoever put you in here comes back.

As much as you try to move, you can’t move an inch. The pain in your ass, tightness of your confines and the fit around your neck render you completely immobile. All you can do is listen to the sound of water flowing while you try to remember how you got here.

Hours pass, when all of a sudden you hear what sounds like a door opening. Footsteps clatter against the floor, allowing you to figure out that your head must be about a foot or so above the floor.

“gggrrrrbbbbb”

You hear a little, distant noise. The footsteps get louder, and louder, and louder as your heart nearly beats out of your chest. Sweat begins to drip down your forehead, towards your ears due to the angle. Just then, your dark and cold chamber is bombarded with light.

“Heey ShitMouth!”

Your eyes slowly adjust to the flood of light. You see from your point of view that your prison is circular, with an easily liftable lid. Towards the outside, you can vaguely see what looks like the top of a mirror. Directly above your face, you see a shelf sticking out of a wall with some flower pots on top of it. And In the center of this opening, you saw a face that made you swell with rage.

“I hope your hungry! Cuz boooy did we pig out yesterday waiting for you to finish up! I’ve been waiting for this for a loooong time! “ says your most hated rival, your coworker Jackie, as she turns around. Jackie loved to bully and pick on you, taking every chance to destroy your self worth. She has ridiculed you in public, slapped you around, and made every day of your life a living hell since you met her. You realize exactly where you’re at. As you start to realize the gravity of the situation at hand, a mix of rage and adrenaline engulf you. You try to yell

“GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE YOU BITCH!”

Nothing.

You try again.

Nothing.

You can’t speak. Your voice just can’t seem to muster the force to be heard. Or so you thought.

“No way!! It really worked! Peace and quiet! They really do know how to design a great toilet!” Jackie exclaimed.

“TOILET?!” You panicked to yourself. All of a sudden, the memories come flooding back to you! You look up as you see Jackie removing her skin tight black yoga pants, revealing a pair of teal panties that were in line to be removed next.

“She can’t!! Jackie PLEASE!!” You helplessly thought to yourself. As Jackie removes her panties and takes a seat inches above your face, you hear your greatest tormentors voice once again.

“ Ooooh wow!! That is so comfy! It feels like my ass is sitting on a cloud! So far I’m giving you 5 stars for comfort! Now let’s see how you operate!”

As Jackie enjoyed your seat, you felt yourself rise a few inches as soon as her butt touched the seat. While you rose towards her, you felt the muscles in your mouth and throat contract. You suddenly lost control of your body as you feel your mouth forcibly open as wide as it possibly could. Not only could you not control your mouth, but your throat began to widen to inhuman proportions, allowing anything to fall directly into you. You wouldn’t be able to breathe if not for the small air tubes in your nose. At this point, the only part of your body that you can control is your tongue. As you panicked, your anger and rage morphed into fear and shame. You felt yourself oddly shift back and forth.

“Oooh I can even move you around! I wonder what else I can do with you! I’ll have to read the manual later, but right now shitmouth I just gotta say, I hope you like tacos.” Jackie laughed.

Tears began to stream down the sides of your head as your wide open mouth and throat were neatly placed directly under Jackie’s butthole. You were completely helpless to stop what was about to happen as you began to feel her butthole puckering into your wide open mouth.

GGgggglllrrrbb

“Hmmmphh” You hear Jackie grunt
PPPPRrrrRrrrrrrrrrrttt

“AHAHAHAHAAAHAH” Jackie laughs as the fart echoes down your throat. You began sobbing at the horrid taste, as every inch of your mouth is peppered with her fart. You feel its hot air pass down you chest. You taste her fart with such detail, you almost taste rotten Mexican cheese. You feel Jackie reposition herself, unable to stop her from using you.

So how did you get here? Let’s rewind one month ago.

You were a bright young man, with a great future, before the women took over. You were studying for your MBA in Chicago, working for the biggest bank in the world! Life was absolutely great. That was, until the women took over.

In 2030, women greatly outnumbered men. They began to make up the large majority of college students. As more and more women came into positions of power, men became emasculated. Then, came the discovery. Compound T, they called it. A revolutionary drug that allowed women to reproduce asexually. While women touted this as the dawn of a new era, men revolted by abusing and assaulting any woman they saw. The president at the time, Donna Drumf, who was known for her authoritarianism, had every man arrested. Since women were already in positions of power, few men were in law enforcement. Leaving all officers entirely female. Anyone who disagreed, was immediately executed. All men were fired from their employers, replaced by smarter, superior women.

The government instituted a mandatory retraining of men. Women submitted yearly responses as to what they’d like to see done with men, and the brutal yet efficient government would train captive men to please the women. Over time, these tasks ranged from cooking and cleaning, to much.. much more humiliating functions. Eventually, requests to turn the men into servants, slaves and even items began to surface. Unfortunately for the men, these requests were immediately granted.

You were just 18 when you were taken. By 24, you were a certified master chef, masseuse and maid. Still, no woman had purchased you yet. You sat in your mancage, playing with the little green ball they gave you to look more purchasable.

One by one, you see women’s feet walk past you. You know the only way of escaping to freedom is if someone buys you! You planned to act obedient and wait for you moment to run from them! So every day, you try to look your cutest! Some women look at you like a puppy, some even ask a store rep about you, but few can afford your price tag. Your age, combined with your skills made you far too expensive. Just then, you hear a voice you thought you’d never hear again.

“OH YES THIS IS TOO GOOD! What’s up bitch?? Remember me??”

It was Jackie, your coworker and lifelong bully. You shudder at all the memories of her humiliating, berating and beating you. After you were captured, she took your job and easily climbed up the corporate latter. If you end up in her hands, you’d better be ready to fight. She sees the fear in your eyes. “Oh yeah. You remember me. Can I get some assistance with this one please?” Jackie shouts to the associate.

You see them walk away from you, and immediately begin planning your impending escape.

“So ma’m, would you like us to program him as a chef, butler or general purpose slave?” Asked the store attendant.

“Actually, I just had my toilet break yesterday and wondered if you guys still have a special going on?” Jackie replied

“Oh yes of course! My apologies mam, you must have had an older model toilet. Can I recommend the model X?”

“What’s so different? They just eat shit haha” Jackie laughed.

“Our model X toilets do so much more than dispose waste! Our patented ‘OpenWyde’ technology uses electromagnetic impulses that keep your toilets mouth and throat pipes clear of obstruction during your entire use! With air tubes or oxygen inserts, you have the freedom to use your toilet for hours nonstop!” The associate pitched.

“ no way!! That’s amazing! Girl, do you know how many times my old toilet backed up and I had to wait for it to unclog? I bet it makes tons of noise though!” Jackie replied

“Not at all ma’m, our toilets are 100% noise proof and vocally deactivated permanently. We also insert a sewage tube into the toilets rectal pipe that detects when you’ve filled your toilet and forces your sewage through the toilets plumbing system. But do you know what’s my favorite part?” The associate closes in on the sale.

“What??” Jackie asked excitedly.

“Our simpleclean feature! With the toilet under your full control, we decided to allow it to retain use of its tongue sponge. This, combined with magnified taste and smell receptors installed into the toilet trigger a rapid flickering of the sponge, effectively cleaning you as you use the toilet! It even makes a hyper realistic flushing sound when you get up!” The associate finishes her pitch.

“SOLD! I’ll take him!” Jackie points to you.

“Excellent! He will be an extra two weeks for train..”

“That’s okay, I’ll train him myself” Jackie winked at the employee.

“Haha very well madam. Let’s get the paperwork filled out and get your new toilet installed!”

Meanwhile, you tremble as two large women roll your cage to a room labeled “shipping and packaging.” As you’re injected with man tranquilizer.

You flash back to your current situation, trapped inside Jackie’s toilet, no.. you are Jackie’s toilet. Your mouth and throat remain inhumanely wide open, just two inches below a pulsing butthole, awaiting Jackie’s next bowel movement. You continue crying at the humiliating feeling of being unable to stop her from using you as her personal toilet.

Just then, you feel a warm liquid hit your tongue, effortlessly gliding down your throat like a golden waterfall. The hot, steaming liquid and bitter flavor activate the simpleclean technology, forcing your tongue to begin lapping up Jackie’s urine much like a dog drinking water. This helped Jackie make sure every drop ended up down your throat. Simultaneously, your tongue managed to clean her pussy after each lap, causing her to get wet and release another cheesy fart down your unwilling throat.

“Aaaaahhhhh. Ooohhh. Mmm.. yeah been holding this in all day. Reliefff.” Jackie says, farting into you again.

You were defeated. Trapped, enslaved, sobbing, and being used as a toilet by your worst enemy in your entire life. You wanted to kill yourself, but you can’t even move. All you can do is sit there and be used. As Jackie finished peeing, she parts her legs, watching her stream cyclone down into you.

“Ahh thanks for the relief, toilet! That’s your new name now, by the way. Anyway hope you enjoyed your new favorite beverage..” Jackie closed the gap between her legs and repositioned her butthole over your throat.

“Wait until you get a load of your new favorite meal.”

Your tongue begins to violently thrash around as you panicked and sobbed, hoping your protests generate some sort of sympathy from the most evil person you know.

“ ooh someone is excited! Gosh.. I love that simpleclean feature.. mmmm” Jackie moaned at the feeling of your tongue lapping at her puckering hole. As a matter of fact, the stimulation seemed to be counterproductive to your cause, much to Jackie’s pleasure.

“Ooh they said you’d be good for constipation too. Mmph” Jackie finished her statement with a small grunt and twitch of her face.

A small grunt is all it took, as you felt a loooong, thick, hot, steamy, sticky mass enter your throat. If the government didn’t remove your gag reflex, you would have puked.

The stench was overpowering. The thick, meaty log smelled like rotten cabbage, stale cheese, and hot spoiled cheese all in one. As it passed through its tour of your mouth, your tongue routinely crashed up against the mammoth turd, gently cleaning Jackie’s butthole while giving you a full flavored experience of being her toilet.

Pfffffft

“Mmph. Ohh this is gonna be a big one. Welcome to day one!” Jackie mocked you as her turd was now about to enter your welcoming throat.

“Please just kill me. Please. I can’t. The taste. The stink. I can’t live like this.” You thought to yourself as you felt the log enter your open throat, still dangling from the rectum of your owner like a banana from a tree. Just then, you felt something odd in your thought. Maybe it was your gag reflex, roaring back to save you from chocking down Jackie’s day old Mexican dump! You were hopeful, until you heard:

“Huh! TurdAssist? Wonder what that does?” As Jackie presses your remote.

TurdAssist, you thought. Not only did they program your throat to act as her personal sewer pipe, they wanted it to play an active part in making sure her turds make it into you. Every part of you was tailored to be her perfect toilet.

Just then, the giant turd broke off from Jackies butthole, taking a one inch drop into your mouth as your own throat helps guide the turd into you. As a thank you, Jackie farts into your mouth again, signaling the emergence of her second turd.

Glllrrbb
“Ooooh your going to love this” Jackie says as she pushes out another gassy fart into you, the fart echoing through your body. Your tongue feels what seems to be a solid clump of poop, but turns out to hold something that would break you down even further.

Your tongue stimulates Jackie enough so that the turd head easily passes into you. The clump easily falls into your mouth, straight into your stomach. However, behind it was hiding a flood of hot, spicy, clumpy and creamy diarrhea.

“Uuuugggghhhhh. If this burns me I know it’s hurting you, toilet. Hope you like spicy food!” Jackie says as she relieves herself into you. Luckily, for her, your tongue was doing a magnificent job of breaking through the flood and dabbing her sensitive butthole, relieving her completely of the burn of her diarrhea.

“Best toilet ever.” Jackie proclaims. Soon, her diarreah is replaced with a series of medium sized, firm logs.

“Mmmm good thing they didn’t feed you there. Better make room for a little more.” Jackie says matter of factly. You feel your mouth fill with three more of her turds as each one is guzzled down easily while your tongue dutifully cleans her rosebud. You feel her butthole pulse, you smell the stench of her oncoming turd, you feel the warmth as she pushes out her digested corn, salsa, chili, burritos and tacos. You feel your tongue beat at the bottom of each turd, tasting each one thoroughly. You hear each grunt, sigh and insult from Jackie as she continues taking her dump. You taste each inter-turd fart she has to relieve herself of. Finally, you see the ends of each turd pinch off, feeling them pulled down your gullet into your stuffed belly which has begun to be evacuated by your anal pipe in case Jackie wasn’t quite done yet. As you looked up at her perfectly pristine butthole, you lay there in shame. Your mind permanently scarred. Traumatized, humiliated, used, defeated. You wonder why her asshole was still placed above your wide open mouth now that her business is done. Just then you hear.

“Heey girl! Omg you won’t even believe what I just did! Mhmm I got a new toilet and you won’t BELIEVE who was at the store for sale! That nerdy bitch I used to pick on back at the bank! Omg you bet I bought him!!! TMI, but I just massively broke him in, if you know what I mean.”

Your heart breaks as you hear both laughing at you, not even caring who is on the phone with your master.

“Yeah girl! My toilet is your toilet! It is THE BEST EVER. I’ll be pissed if you don’t use it! You need to try these new Model X toilets! Use it whenever you want! Hey I got to go, my show is almost on. Love you bitch!” Jackie ends the call

You laid there, enduring the entire conversation face to face with the butthole that just unloaded an entire evening of Mexican feast into your pathetic toilet body, mouth and throat wide open. You see one of Jackie’s buttcheeks lift off the seat, finally relieved it’s over. Unfortunately, nothing is free for you, as she lets loose one more fart down your throat, laughing again.

“I’ll never get used to that!” She says as she gets off of her toilet. As soon as she stands up, you regain control of you mouth. Your throat closes, and you begin your descent into the darkness, staring up at her big ass as you hear a loud, realistic flushing noise. She didn’t want you just to be her toilet, she wanted you to feel like her toilet. She turned around, staring directly into your eyes.

“Look at you. Right where you were always meant to be. This is going to be a great life for you. Free food, free drink. Free housing. A great ass view multiple times a day, sometimes even during the night. Aren’t you a lucky toilet? Glad I bought the deluxe pack. Guaranteed to stay working for 100+ years. Welcome home, toilet. See you soon.”

Jackie said with an evil grin, closing the lid to her toilet and sealing you in darkness once again, until she feels the need to use you once again.

She went to wash her hands, realizing she didn’t even have to dirty her hands! He really is the BEST toilet ever.. better than an old fashioned porcelain one! She turned around and admired the work. It really was a beautiful toilet. Elegantly designed, heated and padded seats, with a startling finish that complimented the layout of her master bathroom perfectly. She headed towards her couch, fully relieved.

“Ahhh.. I love my life.”

Won a hundred thousand on local postcode lottery spent all of it on my fetish

 

 

 

 

I have always had a raging panty and fart fetish, recently divorced, my wife never indulged me in this fetish so other than online porn never experienced it in real life and I was at the point of trying anything , then I won 100k on the postcode lottery .

I put an add in a adult magazine, I was offered 1k for a day’s work, girls only , must be very fit with a good figure size 10 maximum  must send a photo before coming , Must have a curvy bum that fills panties fully . Must be very gassy naturally this one was the make-or-break question, will pay £1000 for a full day’s work modelling panties and other clothes and be able to fart at least 25 times in an 8-hour period. I went on line and ordered 100 pairs of sexy knickers, thongs Lycra miniskirts, tight fit jean, yoga pants, shorts so tight that the rim of the panties would show around the leg holes of the shorts . I got a call within 1 hours of the advert being seen, was an Asian girl of around 20 she Whats apped me a picture of herself in some yoga pants, she must off used a shoe horn to get into these yoga pants they were so tight you could see everything, arse crack, pussy crack and some tight knicker lines. I told her to come tomorrow morning at 8am, the day would consist of 6 hours from 830am. I messaged to ask if she was gassy, she said she was the gassiest person she knew and sometimes could fart 60 plus times in a day. I was so excited for the next day I hardly slept. Ciarra knocked on my door at 7:55 I opened the door and a very attractive young Indian Girl was standing there in the light beige yoga pants from the photo , the yoga pants looked tighter in real life , I invited her in and told her to go to the living room , her bum was heaven it filled the Yoga pants to the brim and I could see the faint panty lines . As she walked she groaned that she had been holding herself all morning and really needed to fart as it was hurting I said please release one that’s what I am paying you for , she warned me it would stink really foul , I said that’s my thing although only got a whiff of a hot girls fart in real life only once before in my lifetime, just watching her go down the hallway was making me hard , as her bum wiggles up the hallway she started releasing a really airy fart , she told me the tight knickers a yoga pants she had on made her farts silent , she kept pushing and it kept coming out ohh she said its making my panties really warm , the air filled with hot rotten egg smell . I had precum in my underwear and felt dizzy with the smell and where it was coming from. She finished farting and asked if I like the smell as she enjoyed the smell of her own farts especially when wearing sexy clothes, it made the fart smell sexier.

 

Gas Inhalation by SonPeter2612

 

 

 

 

 

Another day for us 5 in the penthouse. It was a Saturday in the month of November. Or should I say, ‘No Nut November’. The month where my women would relentlessly fart on me just to get me to nut for them. And many times I failed. But that’s about to be taken to the extreme today….in a way I cannot describe.

I was currently busy in the living room playing the new update of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre on my Xbox Series X with the girls sitting there watching me play it. I was playing as Julie Crawford since I just played as Sonny Williams in the last match. Those are the only two victims I mainly play as. The match was going very well and I managed to get out like everyone in the end with the other team fuming on the mic.

 

“That was good babypop! Geez this game is so addicting.” Michelle giggled out. Scarlett, Keiko, and Julie couldn’t help but agree too. Whenever I wasn’t playing, the girls would take turns on the Xbox and PlayStation consoles doing cross play.

 

“Well ladies…I’m feeling very gassy now after our big early dinner~” Scarlett said as she rubbed her flat belly. The others also did too as their stomach gurgled. I forgot that we all had an early dinner which consisted of middle eastern dishes.

 

I watched Keiko pick up the second shrink ray we kept in the house after the visit consisting of Mitch and Janice. “Keiko? Sweetheart, what are you planning to do with that?” I asked, slightly nervous. I was happy I was going to get farted on by my wives, but I had the feeling I’d be shrunken again.

 

“Tiny fart slave time, honey~ Don’t worry, we won’t be harsh on you though. Just sniff our farts and be our cushion.” Julie said in a soothing tone. I could only sigh in relief as they all took turns to kiss my lips gently.

 

Keiko then put the shrink ray back. She thought it was best that I shouldn't be shrunken down. She thought it’d be better to go for something a bit more old fashioned. “I got an idea. Why not have Noah put on a gas mask and we take turns farting on the tube that’s against our asses!”

 

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Michelle just slipped out a nice wet one. “Yeah that’s a good idea! Let’s do that! I can already feel mine coming out and I need to let loose!”

 

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the idea. We’ve done it before, but my girls were merciless with their farts that one time. Julie went and got the gas mask that was hooked to a tube and gently placed it on my head.

 

“We’re going this route like last time? AWESOME” I said with happiness in my voice. The girls only giggled and kissed the top of my head. “So, I got an idea on how we can do this. Why don’t we go in order? We start with Michelle and Julie since you two are around the same height and your butts are the same size. Keiko, you’re next since you’re the second tallest. And the giantess herself, Scarlett, you can be last since…why don’t we go out with a bang?”

 

“I like the sound of that. Scarlett will definitely give you a hard time since she’s the biggest, and her farts are the worst out of all of us combined.” Julie said in agreement with a grin. Michelle, Keiko, and Scarlett also nodded. It made perfect sense. They wanted to make me happy and show their love via their farts.

 

I immediately pulled a chair from the dining room table and set it in the middle of the living room, as Scarlett got our camcorder, and began to record. The girls were going to upload the video to our private OnlyFans page. Michelle got on the chair with her legs together, and her ass stuck out at the camera. I placed a hand on the top of Michelle’s ass as I stood next to her.

 

Julie, Scarlett, and Keiko stood behind the camera just to make sure everything was well, before watching through the video, as they smiled largely. Michelle giggled a bit as I rubbed her ass gently. “Come on Chelle. Let em rip” I teased as I waited for her to release her gas through the tube. She sighed before focusing her eyes on the camera.

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“Well….we’re off to a nice start…” Michelle quietly said, not happy that her fart wasn’t powerful enough. Though she smiled darkly as she heard me coughing behind the mask, as I held the tube against her work pants covered booty. Keiko was busy chuckling at my reaction behind the mask, the same as Julie and Scarlett. They couldn’t wait for their turns to fill up my lungs with their gas.

 

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“Mmmph…” Michelle grunted out as she focused on farting in the tube against her butt. She eyed me carefully as she heard me quietly coughing, before she batted her eyelashes at me in a way to sooth me.

 

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“THERE WE GO, THAT’S MORE LIKE IT!” Cackled out Michelle as she wiggled her butt. “Sniff it babypop. All of our perfume is for you~” She gently shook her 90 inch ass as I held my hand and arm on her butt.

 

“Fuck that is so rancid…” I said with a cough behind the gas mask. Michelle winked once more as I suffered behind the mask. Yet I loved their gas so much. She only blew a kiss at me, indicating she’ll be done soon, so the others can have their turn. Though she’d save the rest to blast me later tonight.

 

After 5 more minutes of relentless farts from Michelle, she got off the chair and swapped places with Julie who got in the same position. I placed the tube against her green skirt covered ass and sighed. “Take a deep breath sweetheart. I won’t choke you out, I promise.” Julie soothed out.

 

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“There we go…off to a good start. I have a few more darling~” Julie giggled out. For someone who normally has authority in her presence, she’s extremely lenient with me. Anyone who isn’t me, doesn’t get mercy from Julie when it comes to her farts. But SOMETIMES, I do ask her what it’s like for her to be merciless with her farts and turds. She kindly demonstrated it one time with me in one of our many sessions.

 

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“Oh fuck yeah….sniff it hard and good Noah. Breathe all that in. Don’t let ANY of it go to waste.” Ordered Julie with a stern look on her face as she eyed the camera then me. I coughed under the gas mask as I sniffed in her gas, but rubbed her booty for her, which she appreciated.

 

She continued blasting ass in the tube for 10 minutes, until she felt a bit better. Julie then swapped places with Keiko who was waiting for her turn. I could only groan as I had her and Scarlett left. “It’ll be ok babe. Just me and Scarlett left. You’ll be out of that mask soon.” Keiko said with affection in her tone as she got comfortable on the chair.

My wives noticed I was getting a bit uncomfortable under the mask due to it getting stuffy under it. “We promise we’ll let you out. Just Keiko, then finally me, babypop.” Scarlett said, feeling a bit bad that I haven’t had a break yet. Over time my girls have been more lenient with their farts and dumps with me. In a way, they don’t use me as their human toilet as frequently as they used to. Only here and there they ask me, and if I feel up for it, I accept it.

 

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“Wow….” Whispered out Keiko, with a giggle. “I know that one really stinks..~” She could hear me coughing roughly under the mask. The stench was kicking up drastically. Michelle, Julie, and Iman rivaled each other in terms of their farts and turds. Keiko is just 50x worse, since she rivaled my mother in law, Natalia Danvers, Michelle’s mother which you all remember. Scarlett is just 100x worse than everyone combined.

 

Keiko began to strain as she wanted her farts to sound really gross right now.

 

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I began to cough loudly behind the mask as Keiko sighed heavily in relief. “FUCK THAT’S SO RANCID!” I groaned out loudly. Scarlett only patted my head gently, indicating she’s gonna be worse once it’s her turn. Keiko continued to blast more of her farts up the tube for me to breathe in, for 15 minutes.

 

“Time for the main course before sex~” Scarlett said seductively. Keiko got off the chair as Scarlett took her place on it. I was dazed yet I saw my 13’6 second wife’s gigantic ass dwarfing me. She lowered her butt slightly so I could keep the tube against her ass.

 

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“Ahahahahahaha…..~ wow….that was deep~” Chuckled Scarlett, darkly. Keiko, Michelle, and Julie were stunned at how rumbling her fart was. I was coughing uncontrollably under the mask. This fart fucking stunk like hell. But I loved it regardless. Scarlett ruffled my hair gently, seeing it was stuffy under there for me now. “25 more minutes of my gas and we’ll be done. I promise sweetie.”

 

I could only whimper as I was nearing my limit. But the other girls got in the camera frame and kissed my head to comfort me. “We’re all right here babypop. Just a couple more minutes of our perfume and you’ll be out.” Michelle said in a soothing tone. I felt relaxed now.

“Atta boy~ just relax and breathe it aalll in sweetheart~” Scarlett instructed gently. She giggled before wiggling her giant rump as I held the tube against her perfect booty. I used my other hand to rub Julie, Keiko, and Michelle’s butts and gently slap them, making them also giggle.

 

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Scarlett sighed once more in relief as this running fart escaped her giant ass. She smacked her enormous cheeks gently with both her hands for me. “It’s gonna get rough back there Noah. I want you breathing in all that gas for me deeply. My stink in your lungs~”

 

After 25 minutes of onslaught gas from my giantess of a wife, our fart session was officially over. Julie stopped the recording of our video and began to upload it to our private OnlyFans page. “You did good sweetheart.” Keiko said as she took the mask off my face. I gasped as I was given water to drink by Michelle.

 

I immediately gulped it down since it was so stuffy under the mask. “Thanks my beautiful queens. For being merciful tonight. Come on. Let’s tear up those booty cheeks in our bedroom.” I chuckled once I finished my water bottle. The girls only giggled in delight before dragging me to our bedroom. They were eager to have sex with me again. And when we have sex…let’s just say, it’s loud and full of love and devotion.

Afterlife Punishment by Okjsa

 

 

 

 

 

This story has been written with the assistance of articficial intellegence.

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PART 1

In the ethereal realm, Kevin found himself face-to-face with a guardian angel named Margaret, who seemed ready to shed light on his current situation.
"Calm down, Kevin. I'll walk you through everything," Margaret assured him.
"You've departed from the earthly realm, and your body and soul are now separated. As your guardian angel, it's my duty to guide you through the afterlife. However, it seems you've accumulated quite a few sins in your lifetime. Before you can enter heaven, you must atone for these transgressions," Margaret explained.
She continued, "For each sin, I'll assign a penance. Your actions during these penances will determine your grade, and ultimately, whether you'll gain entry to heaven or face a different fate."
Margaret then picked a random sin from Kevin's past. "Let's start with something seemingly minor. Cheating on a class assignment when you were 16. While it's a common occurrence, we can't overlook it."
With a mischievous grin, she declared, "Your penance is to become a pillow for my celestial throne. I've got mountains of paperwork, and a comfortable seat is a must. This punishment serves us both. You get to atone, and I get a comfy spot."
Acknowledging the apparent discrepancy in size, Margaret chuckled, "Sure, I'm much larger than you, but you'll adapt after the first year. You're designated to be my throne's cushion for a century. Sounds like a long time, right? She laughed. Don't fret, we have all eternity to ensure fairness. I must avoid making hasty judgments."
Kevin stared at Margaret, a mix of disbelief and reluctance painted across his face. The idea of spending a century as a cushion for an angel's throne wasn't exactly what he had in mind for the afterlife. Still, the ethereal realm seemed to operate on its own set of rules, and Margaret appeared adamant about the assigned penance.
"But Margaret, being a pillow for your throne for one hundred years? Isn't that a bit... extreme?" Kevin hesitated, attempting to negotiate his way out of the unusual punishment.
Margaret raised an ethereal eyebrow, her eyes filled with celestial wisdom. "Kevin, the severity of the penance is proportional to the gravity of the sin. This is a lesson. You must learn to bear the weight of your actions, quite literally in this case."
Despite Kevin's reluctance, he found himself undergoing a transformation. The ethereal realm worked in mysterious ways, and before he knew it, he was reduced to the size of a small, plush pillow. As Margaret gently placed him on her throne.
As Kevin adjusted to his new form, he realized that the ethereal transformation didn't diminish his consciousness or awareness. He could still hear Margaret's voice and observe the surroundings, but he was now a pillow.
Then a shadow cast over him, signaling Margaret's impending descent. The ethereal glow surrounding her intensified, emphasizing her angelic presence as she gracefully positioned herself above him. With her back to him, she slowly lowered herself onto the throne.
As Margaret settled onto her throne, Kevin felt an unexpected surge of discomfort. The transformation didn't exempt him from physical sensations, and the pressure from Margaret's form pressed down on him with a force he hadn't anticipated. Though he was now a plush pillow, the pain was very much real, and he could sense the weight of her presence bearing down upon him.
Kevin's initial shock and disbelief gave way to a mix of discomfort and resignation as Margaret settled onto her throne, using him as a cushion.
The pressure intensified, and Kevin began to feel as though his soft form was being molded by the angel's presence. As Margaret shifted her weight to adjust to a more comfortable position, he found himself sinking further into the depths of her ass.
The discomfort intensified as Margaret began to shift her weight from side to side. Her ass jiggled ever so slightly, and Kevin felt the soft flesh of her thighs brushing against him.
The pressure and the weight of Margaret's body on top of him was overwhelming. Kevin was starting to have trouble breathing, and the soft flesh of her ass cheeks was beginning to engulf him. He could feel the warmth of her body through his plush exterior, and the sensation was terrifying.
Margaret sighed and leaned back, causing the full force of her weight to bear down on Kevin. The soft flesh of her ass was now pressing directly against him, and he could feel the heat of her body radiating through him.
Kevin felt his body being crushed under the weight of the angel's ass. The pressure was unbearable, and his consciousness began to fade. As the darkness engulfed him, the last thing he heard was the sound of Margaret's stomach's grumbled, echoing through the ethereal realm.

PART 2

Margaret's stomach rumbled loudly, indicating a hunger. It was time for her lunch.
With a gentle tug of her robe, Margaret undressed, exposing the full scope of her ethereal physique to Kevin, who was too small to observe her curves, as the plush pillow got absorbed in her ass.
The pressure of the angel's ass intensified as she began to slowly raise herself, causing the soft flesh of her rear to squeeze Kevin on all sides. As he sunk further into the depths of Margaret's form, he felt her warm skin brushing against him and her soft flesh enveloping his body.
Margaret descended upon her throne again, causing Kevin to plunge deep into the depths of her form. The full weight of her angelic presence now bore down on him, and the soft flesh of her butt cushioned his plush exterior. Kevin could feel Margaret's warmth coursing through his form and sense the soft flesh of her ass cheeks contracting with each subtle shift of her weight.
The pressure increased, and Kevin could feel his soft exterior being molded by Margaret's presence. As her body shifted, he could feel her soft flesh brushing against him, and the heat from her form was beginning to overwhelm him.
Margaret leaned back, and the full force of her weight bore down on him. Kevin felt his body being crushed under Margaret's ass. He could feel Margaret's warmth enveloping him and sense the soft flesh of her bare cheeks contracting against his plush exterior.
Kevin's body began to tingle, and his consciousness faded into the soft folds of Margaret's form. The last thing Kevin heard was the sound of Margaret's hunger manifesting as a satisfied groan and rumble escaping from her stomach, followed by a loud and terrifying GAAAAAAARGHL from Margaret's gut. Kevin realized his fate as he found himself sinking deeper into Margaret's ass, as the angel sat upon a cushion on top of him.
Kevin screamed but the angel couldn't hear as he disappeared into the depths of Margaret's bowels. Kevin felt the warmth of her ethereal core surrounding him as he plunged deep into her guts. Margaret's bowels contracted rhythmically, causing Kevin's plush exterior to be compressed by the soft flesh that enveloped him on all sides.
Kevin felt the heat intensifying as he sunk deeper into the depths of Margaret's intestines, and his consciousness began to fade to a cozy darkness as her soft flesh pressed against him with a warmth that overwhelmed him.
Inside Margaret's bowels Kevin started turning back in his human form.
Inside, Margaret's colon was like an hourglass and everything went through a certain process. From her anus, where Kevin was inside, Margaret's shit passed through the upper parts, the transverse colon and the descending colon, eventually sliding along the cecum where its passage to her ass took place. There was only a small gate keeping things from going back there, while at the same time making everything else get out. However, she would need an extra push, as her colon had clogged, forcing a lot of shit to accumulate around Kevin and give him trouble.
Meanwhile Margaret was eating her lunch. Her belly ached with hunger, but Kevin couldn't say that. Kevin struggled for air, hoping he wouldn't choke before he could finally pass into her appendix and his true escape. Margaret was glad to feel a soft pressure against her asshole, filling her bowels, while she chugged down her meals as her lunch break would soon end.
Down below, Kevin was struggling to breathe as the warmth and stink from Margaret's ass grew more intense. He could barely move and the pressure of her sphincter on his neck and waist made him feel weak, though luckily he did not get crushed by her bowels or shitting. With some relief, he felt an opening nearby. Soon, he would be able to escape from her colon.
However, as he moved a hand towards it, he felt something hot and moist against his palm. Margaret's rectum was contracting, trying to keep Kevin from escaping. He was trapped, and with a single burst Margaret could release her bowels over Kevin.
On the other hand, the angel was more interested in eating her lunch. After putting her hands on her belly, Kevin was sure to give a painful sensation, as if he could still hear her gasp as she kept munching. And meanwhile Kevin's vision grew dim, Margaret could feel an unexpected jolt of pleasure, as she was overflowing her gut.
A familiar ache began to pulse through Kevin's abdomen. A part of his human form remembered this feeling, having experienced it several times, but Kevin had never seen anything like this coming and his mind was rushing with uncertainty. Kevin felt himself being drawn outwards. The pressure on his hips relaxed as he was thrust headfirst towards Margaret's anus. The pink pucker pulsed gently, revealing a hint of his silhouette to his desperate gaze. Kevin reached out as the walls of her intestine tightened around him. Margaret's anus gaped. A small pile of poop dropped and smeared his cheek as he popped free.
Finally, he saw some light, after so much time inside that horribly cramped space, where it was impossible for him to even struggle. When his nose met the freezing air again, he found that the first thing he took a whiff of was the smelly odor of fresh and sticky feces. To Kevin, the only thing he knew was a sensation of deep terror and repulsion. His face had become one big lump of fecal material, and soon it began to slough off his skin with a slimy, sucking noise. He attempted to wipe off the sticky poop with his hands. With his head stuck inside Margaret's asshole, it was not easy to shake it off. It also stuck on his hair and parts of his body.
At first he feared to end up a filthy mess. Margaret didn't notice it at all. In a few seconds he was shaking it off. And then she rushed to the toilet with him still sticking halfway out of her poophole. He was free at last! His journey had finally come to an end, as Margaret was in good health. Yet he felt a stinging pain between his buttcheeks. Kevin was horrified when he looked at his hands covered in fecal matter and muck. As the rest of him began to ease itself out of her anus and into the cold water below.
By now he was flailing, submerged in a river of murky shit as it flowed from Margaret. Kevin looked up and saw something massive descending towards his face. As Margaret started her crap, she let out a big poophole fart and blew right into his face and nose, blinding him to anything outside. Margaret gave a satisfied sigh. Kevin felt another wet spray on his left, the other half of her brown turd squirting out her back hole.
While he floated out of her brown poohole and splashed around the dirty waters, his nose and mouth filled with a wretched smell, and he could not help himself from inhaling a big lungful. Kevin found the putrid scent far more foul than the smell of poop that came up his nostrils, and his eyes started tearing up. It was as if an explosion of fish, onions and a strange sort of sewerage smell.
After that a yellow stream of urine began flowing from Margaret, as a stream of warm pee that turned to steam. Her bladder felt light now, and Margaret was relieved. When the pooper was over, the plumber, and the pipes seemed clear, the angel flushed the toilet and washed her hands before leaving, satisfied with the service.
Before Kevin could recover from the previous episode, the door shut behind Margaret, leaving him alone with his thoughts. All alone to contemplate his circumstances and what this situation would do for the future. Still half blind and soaked in her poo and pee, he got out the drain and took a deep breath to see his surroundings, in hopes to find any clues to his whereabouts. The white tiles and the walls indicated to him that he had found a public bathroom. There were toilets all over the room, while the floor had large blue tiles, all clean and tidy.
The door opened, and Kevin froze, unsure of what to do.

PART 3

Two angel women came inside, laughing and chatting. They stopped when they noticed Kevin.
"Hey! Look, a human!"
"Wow! And he is all wet! What is he doing here? Did you get lost?"
Kevin did not know what to answer. He was not lost, and yet he was. But these two angels could help him, surely.
"Yes. I'm sorry. I just..."
"Oh, you don't need to explain. We know how hard it can be to navigate through Heaven's facilities."
One of the angels knelt next to him.
"Are you okay? You seem a bit confused."
"I'm fine, thank you."
"Okay. I'm happy to hear that."
"What's your name, by the way? You didn't tell us."
"I'm Kevin. Who are you two?"
"I'm Elisabeth and she is Anna."
"Nice to meet you, Elisabeth and Anna."
"Likewise. And what are you doing in the bathroom?"
Kevin thought for a moment. He could not tell them about the pooping angel and his mission. That was something nobody needed to know.
"I... don't know. I guess I got lost. Like you said. But it's not my fault. Someone told me this was the exit and..."
"You shouldn't listen to what other people tell you, you know. You must clean yourself."
"Oh, yes. Of course."
Then Elisabeth picked up Kevin and put him into the sink. She turned the tap and a stream of warm water washed him. The water was so pleasant, and Kevin felt so good and calm.
"There you go. You're all clean now."
Elisabeth dried him and carried him in her arms.
"Thank you, Elisabeth."
"You're welcome, little guy. Come with us. We will take you to the reception so you can find your way out."
Anna picked up Kevin and placed him inside her bra, where his face rubbed against the soft texture of her breasts. Both angel ladies started giggling.
"Look how comfortable you are, little guy! You must really like this place."
Anna squeezed her tits playfully. Her tits were soft and warm. He felt all of Anna's boobs massaging his face.
After a couple of seconds Anna let go, and he emerged, with his face buried on her cleavage and surrounded by the pleasant warmth of her breast meat.