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meeeesthings · 3 days ago

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Not really a question. Just a quick story I worked on. Would love to hear your thoughts. And feel free to elaborate on it if you’re inspired

It couldn't have been past 8 AM but still the hot summer sun broke through the light pink curtains in my bedroom for the summer. Another day at Uncle Kyle's. Just the thought made my stomach grumble, a feeling that had nothing to do with hunger. I was nauseous already.

Kyle's place was a sprawling, somewhat dilapidated ranch, miles from anywhere that mattered. He called it his "kingdom," and lorded over it with the same kind of sweaty, hairy tyranny he'd perfected back in high school. I was stuck here for the summer, like nearly every summer before. A family obligation, my father insisted on because he never approved of my introverted nature.

“It’ll help man you up bud. Plus it’s a great chance to ‘bond’ with your cousins.” My dad had said. Bond, my ass. My cousins Marcus and Bud took these summers as an open invitation to use me as their personal punching bag. I’d been staying at Uncle Kyle’s every summer since I was a kid but it was only a few years ago when things really changed.

In college I became a bit more opinionated and vocal, so much so that Uncle Kyle decided to instate some new norms to put me in my place. Bud and Marcus were happy to abide.

The guest room that I stayed in every summer was redone to look like the girliest bedroom I’d ever seen. Pink walls with a plush white rug that had rainbow polka dots scattered about it, an over the top pink a purple bed spread, including pillows that had unicorns on them. And most embarrassing, painted on the wall, across from my bed, in giant gold glitter letters was the word Princess. “Only the best for our new fart princess” Uncle Kyle told me that first summer he enacted his new rules.

I lay in bed, trying to ignore the sounds of the house stirring. Marcus's booming laughter, Bud's repeating alarms, and then, the unmistakable heavy thud of footsteps heading towards my room. It was Uncle Kyle.

I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping that he'd pass by. No such luck. The door creaked open, and more light spilled into my room. Uncle Kyle approached me quickly, with my eyes still squeezed shut I could only sense his presence. A presence that was 85% stink. Pungent dense musky balls, oniony bo, and of course a faint whiff of the remnants of a fart.

"Rise and shine, Princess" Kyle's voice boomed. I pretended to be asleep, a pathetic attempt to avoid the inevitable.

Then, the bed dipped. A heavy weight settled on top of me, pinning me down. I could feel and smell the heat emanating from him, the coarse hair of his legs brushing against my face as he straddled my head. His massive thighs perfectly trapping my head and face directly beneath his hovering butt.

"Come on fart face. Don't be shy."

My eyes flickered open. There he was, in all his glory. Just his dirty boxers, stretched over his thick butt cheeks. A faint brown skid mark lined his butt crack. Looking over his shoulder Uncle Kyle’s face was split into a wide, unsettling grin, his eyes gleaming with malevolent amusement.

I was trapped. My body still under the covers, hopelessly pinned beneath his weight. And my face… my face was directly between the two fleshy stinky continents of his ass. Panic flared and I tried to wriggle free, but it was useless. He was too heavy, too strong. I was completely at his mercy.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," he chuckled, "Time for your wake-up call."

I knew what was coming. He’d done it many mornings before, I knew I should just be grateful my cousins weren’t joining him as well.

Uncle Kyle shifted, leaning back ever so slightly so his giant butt cheeks consumed my face. My face slipped right up his butt crack. The stink of his swampy butt was already enough to make me gag. Then, a low rumble vibrated through my skull.

Uncle Kyle ripped a massive, stinky fart directly into my face. The noxious eggy fumes practically injected straight into my nostrils. My eyes watered, my nose burned, and my stomach lurched.

I gagged, desperately trying to hold my breath, but it was no use. The stench was overwhelming, the initial rip so strong I could taste the fart in the back of my throat, it was seeping into every pore, every crevice of my being.

Kyle chuckled, a deep, satisfied rumble. "That's the smell of a real man, Princess. Emphasizing the word Princess to really drive home how inferior he saw me.

Uncle Kyle shifted again lifting off my face slightly, and I dared to hope that he was getting off. But then, his voice, sterner than before "Now, how about some breakfast in bed?"

My heart sank. This wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

Uncle Kyle pulled his boxers down, revealing the full, horrifying glory of his bare ass. The sight was enough to make me vomit. Long curly brown hairs twisted and tangled out from his butt crack. It was a proper jungle of stink. The hairs looked wet with sweat too. And the humidity emanating from his ass only grew stronger now that it was bare in front of me.

"I'm feeling generous this morning, Fart Princess," he said, his voice dripping with mock kindness. "I'm gonna give you a chance to earn your freedom."

He paused, letting the suspense build.

"All you gotta do is beg. Beg me to give you a 'beef stew buffet' for breakfast. Beg me, nice and loud, and I just might let you up."

My stomach churned. The thought of begging for such a disgusting act was mortifying. But I knew I had no choice.

"Please," I croaked, my voice barely a whisper. "Please give me breakfast in bed uncle Kyle."

Kyle laughed, a harsh, cruel sound. "That's it? That's all you got? Come on, Isaac! I need to hear some enthusiasm! Beg like you mean it, or you're gonna be sampling the whole menu! Breakfast beef buffet, wet sloppy beef ass-sandwich for lunch, my famous broccoli and beef stew sampler for dinner and of course alllll this cake for dessert.” Accentuating his point Uncle Kyle shook his ass in front of my face. Continuing with laughter “A whole lot of beef for you to try."

I swallowed hard, trying to control the rising tide of nausea and humiliation. I closed my eyes, picturing anything, anything other than the hairy monstrosity looming inches from my face.

"Please," I begged, my voice stronger this time. "Please, Uncle Kyle, give me a beef stew buffet. Please!"

He chuckled again, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through my body. "Almost there, Isaac. Almost there. But I need to feel it. I need to hear the passion."

I took a deep breath, trying to gather my remaining shreds of dignity. "Beef stew buffet! Beef stew buffet! Please, Uncle Kyle, give me a beef stew buffet!"

I chanted the words like a mantra, each syllable a fresh wave of self-loathing. But I kept going, driven by the desperate hope of escape.

The chanting seemed to amuse him. His hairy butt cheeks jiggled directly above my face as he laughed. "Okay! Okay! Order up! I got one piping hot Breakfast in bed beef stew buffet on its way!"

I knew it was too good to be true. "Wait uncle Kyle bit you said-“

Kyle laughed loudly cutting me off. “Awww come Princess I said I MIGHT let you up. But how can I not feed you some breakfast in bed after how good you just begged. Now open wide!”

Leaving now room for argument or fresh air I reluctantly opened my mouth as uncle Kyle sat back down again squishing my face into his hairy swampy butt crack. I felt his asshole sitting directly in my open mouth.

Uncle Kyle unleashed a torrent of farts, loud and bassy. Each fart more shot into my mouth coating my tastebuds and then blew all the way down my throat. The smell even rising out and through my nostrils.

I choked, I gagged, I wept. The echoing of his farts into my mouth seemed to really entertain uncle Kyle though. He’d laugh loudly and ask me if that one tasted good.

All I could do was lie there and endure.

Time seemed to stretch and distort, my uncles stinky butt and hot farts becoming my whole world. Finally, after what felt like hours, the barrage subsided. The rumbling ceased, and my “meal” was finally finished being served. I still gagged in his butt as my uncle Kyle seemed to revel in just sitting on my face forcing me to marinate in the stink.

Eventually though the stench began to dissipate, and the weight on top of me finally lifted.

Uncle Kyle stood up, stretching casually. "Well, that was fun," he said, his voice smug and satisfied. I couldn’t bring myself to look

him in the eyes I just stared past him "Now what do you say fart face? Unless you’re still hungry and want me to get the boys in here?”

Uncle Kyle’s suggestion terrified me. I couldn’t handle more farts so soon again. “Thank you for breakfast uncle Kyle! It was…yummy”. I nearly gagged on my own words.

Uncle Kyle reached down and ruffled my hair aggressively. “Aww no problem bud. Glad you liked them! And remember, breakfast is served anytime." After saying that last part uncle Kyle winked at me and sauntered out of the room, leaving me lying there utterly defeated.

My face was covered in a thin film of sweat and ass juices, I didn't even want to think about it. And all I could taste was fart.

I stumbled to the bathroom, my legs shaky, my stomach churning. I scrubbed my face raw, trying to erase the memory of the morning's assault. But the stench lingered, clinging to my skin, and to my hair. I couldn’t get the taste out of my mouth either. No matter how much I gargled mouth wash and brushed my teeth all it did was mask the dominant flavor of nasty farts on my tongue.

As I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I saw myself more clearly than I had in years. Every summer for the past few years I’d come stay here and Uncle Kyle, Marcus and Bud would make me their fart receptacle. I’d struggle and beg them not to but they still would. They saw something in me that I never had. But now in front of the mirror I think I might see it too. Maybe I am just a pathetic wimp that stronger manlier man should get to use to entertain themselves. I didn’t like the smell of farts but that didn’t matter. As soon as I headed down stairs I knew that Marcus and Bud would be waiting, eager to continue the torment. The summer ahead of me was up to my stinky bullies. Uncle Kyle, Bud and Marcus are in charge and if they think I deserve farts maybe they’re right. Maybe I really am their Fart Princess.

This was such a hot story! I always like the concept of being shipped off to be a plaything at the mercy of cruel family members. You're their guest so you can't complain, got to be thankful for all their generosity.

Also it was so well written! Really enjoyed the image of the emasculating princess room in which to wear him down between bouts of fart torture. Anytime someone sends me something I'm made very aware how lacking my own writing skills are 😅.

I would love to read a part 2 (and more) from you!

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meeeesthings · 19 days ago

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If you were to swallow me whole right now, and I found myself in your stomach, what would I see, hear, feel, and smell? And what would be my fate? Would you keep me in there, or would you spit me out as a log from your ass? (To be fair, the latter sounds kinda hot ngl)

Mmm good boy, good ask 😈😏

The first thing you’d know is the blistering heat. The air is disgusting heavy, humid, and clings to your sweaty skin like steam in an unbelievably hot steam room of fucking rank as fuck stench. The walls curve around you in deep, rippling folds, slick with a thick coat of mucus that glistens in the dim light filtering down from the opening above where you just slumped down from, swallowed whole and alive. The place stinks — a sharp, acrid tang of acid mixed with the sour reek of half-digested meat...all those other preyboys.

Then it hits you: the putrid burning liquid. You’re waist-deep in a swirling, murky soup of chyme mixed with floating chunks of preyboy and bones — a seering blend of death and frothy saliva, and the burning sting of my powerful and fucking hot hydrochloric acid.

It stings on contact with your skin, fizzing slightly against your skin as it begins to melt you. My stomach walls flex and squeeze you, doing what it does best, folding you over and over, massaging you in slow, relentless wave of digestion as it begins to break you down and fuck you up. Each contraction is like being shoved around inside a muscular corrosive washing machine, disorienting and impossible to resist giving in to my powerful body. My stomach is making love to you and digesting you alive at the same time 😏.

As you begin to panic and hyperventilate in the putrid stench of your own digestion, my throat opening gapes like a breif portal of freedom....only to be sealed again once I'd let out a rank belch smelling of melting meat....— and you just know the only other way out is closed tight until my beautiful stomach decides you’re ready to move on through my guts 😈

Droplets of gastric juice drip from tiny pits in my stomach walls, landing with soft splashes around you as your skin literally peels off. My gut juice is cloudy with half-dissolved fragments of your body: soft, pulpy skin, pale strands of mushy muscle meat, and oily smears of fat bob past in the swirl as you begin to get hazy.... all that used to belong to you, but now it's mine as my stomach claims you.

Every fucking sound is amplified — the wet slosh of the chyme, the low gurgle of your digestion, and the occasional deep, almost seismic groan as gases shift and bubble as i let out a fat greedy belch. The whole revolting chamber is a melting pot, and you're what's being melted alive, moving and flexing what's left of your body, my stomach fucking you to death.

I'll make sure I gulp down plenty of air to keep you alive longer, but later, when you’ve been broken down enough fucked up and melted down to my stomach's liking, you’ll be churned towards that lower opening and squeezed, unceremoniously, into my guts and pumped through down to my bowels....and then you're just another steaming pile of pred manure 😈😏

You're welcome....

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