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princeofthenight420 · 5 days ago

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M.ilo eating some P.okemon

Decided to change this one up by making the P.okemon all anthro cause I like hot anthro guys.

M.ilo sighs and wipes some sweat from his brow. It’s been a hard day of work out on the farm. But it’s getting be about lunchtime, and the low rumbling coming from his abs tells him it’s gonna be a big one. Just as well, he’s got to get some more manure produced anyway before he can get back to work. He should have some volunteered P.okemon around here somewhere…

“Ah, there ya are!” M.ilo smiles as he spots one of them working in the fields. It’s a massive V.enusaur, standing tall and wide. He’s built soft, obviously having muscle but most of it hidden under some plush heft. The grumpy face on the V.enusaur doesn’t shift even when he looks down at the farmer. Despite M.ilo’s size, the V.enusaur stands taller and wider than him.

“Need me for something..?” V.enusaur rumbles, looking down at the gym leader. Other than M.ilo, most of the workers on the farm are anthropomorphic P.okemon, usually around because they’re retired from battling or are more suited for this type of work. This V.enusaur is an example of the former, still covered in battle scars but not able enough for combat. Of course, M.ilo has a secondary use for them beyond labor...

M.ilo reaches up and pulls on the leaf on the V.enusaur’s head, making it bend down with a soft grunt. “Yep, it’s lunch time and I gotta work on manure production. Thanks for all the help, yer retired now!” M.ilo’s maw opens wide before the V.enusaur. It looks far too small to fit the massive P.okemon...but a good, hard shove wedges its head inside regardless.

V.enusaur puts his large hands on M.ilo’s shoulders, grunting as he tries to pull away. The farmer’s jaws are already up to his ears and despite the thick tongue slurping over his face over and over, he can’t get out of the tight jaws’s grip. And once that first swallow happens, dragging his head fully into M.ilo’s gullet, escape becomes even more impossible.

Thick, wet gulps ring out that suck the V.enusaur deeper. His soft pecs get chewed on a few times, earning a pleased rumble from M.ilo. His hands come down to cup the V.enusaur’s ass, giving it a few squeezes while he shoves. The Vensaur’s arms are pinned down, and M.ilo is already sucking on that heavy gut with a big grin. His volunteers always taste so good after a day of working in the sun and working up a sweat...

M.ilo finally tips his head back, working V.enusaur’s ass into his jaws. Thick legs kick in the air above him but they’re disappearing down the hatch as he slurps them down. His stomach is bloating out before him, his abs stretching easily around the massive P.okemon he’s picked as his first course. V.enusaur is grunting and groaning softly as he gets tightly packed up in the farmer’s gut.

With a few more slllllrp!’s and a big, final GLNK!, the V.enusaur disappears past M.ilo’s lips. His massive feet bulge out the farmer’s gullet for a moment longer before disappearing past his massive chest and winding up a bulge packed up in his middle.

M.ilo thumps his chest a few times to blast out a fragrant “BWWWWOOOOOUUUUURRRRRPPPPP!!!!” into the air. A bit of pollen puffs out of his maw. Down below, his gut is stretched almost vacuum sealed around the V.enusaur, who is curled up uncomfortably tight inside. M.ilo’s stomach is a powerhouse and the tight, squeezing walls are already showing that off. It’s a well-trained machine that knows exactly what to do with meat.

“Alright, let's see how much ya make!” M.ilo grins and pats his gut a few times, patting over the muzzle of the V.enusaur. The big beast lets out a slight whine as the stomach walls squeeze over him tightly again. All of the P.okemon working the farm are very aware that this is how it’ll end for them. M.ilo is shameless in it and will often do it in front of others. But that doesn’t mean they’re all excited for such an end themselves.

M.ilo’s mulcher of a gut squeezes down hard enough that a solid crack rings out, followed by a loud roar from the V.enusaur. He’d likely be struggling more if it weren’t so compact, but as it is, he can barely move. His life is flashing before him—every battle, every victory, every time he opened wide and plunged some screaming, roaring, snarling opponent down into his guts. The sounds ring in his ears almost as loud as his own roaring and crunching as M.ilo’s gut mulches him.

Every hard flex makes M.ilo’s stomach shrink a few more inches, breaking down the soft but sturdy body of the old V.enusaur with little issue. The roars become more pathetic and fearful as his body is destroyed steadily by the clenching, squeezing walls. Boiling slop starts to surge over the V.enusaur’s head with every tight clench, making it so he can’t even voice his distress without bubbling and sputtering.

“HWWWWOOOOUUUUURRRRPPPPPP!!!!” Another beefy belch roars out of M.ilo after another clench brings out a dull crunching sound. Some torn flower petals flicker from M.ilo’s jaws and flutter down. His gut is much smaller and rounder now, some bones bulging out his lower gut. But they don’t stay for long, the messy chugging and squelching sounds signaling all that V.enusaur slop pumping through him. The bulges sink in as the rest of his stomach does, steadily forming that prized manure.

Finally, M.ilo lowers his shorts and squats down. He’s not bothered about where he leaves the manure piles since they have to get collected and bagged up regardless. Easier to make them all now then handle the meticulous parts later. So with a grunt and some pushing, a thick log of crap begins to crown. And once the first log comes squeezing out, the rest of the V.enusaur follows along at a rapid pace.

The pile heaps up quickly, many bones and scraps of flower petals littering the muck. M.ilo’s body always worked fast and made sure there was lots of manure left over, so that hefty V.enusaur is making for a big pile. The only thing that gives M.ilo any trouble is the bulky skull, but an extra hard push forces it out and into the dung with a squelch. A few more logs slop out after that and he’s done.

“Now that’s a mighty fine batch!” M.ilo says with a grin, waving the air away as he does. A loud, demanding gurgle comes from his gut and he pats it. It’s hanging off his frame more than usually, now a rounded paunch. “Guess I could make a bit more, though. Let’s see...” He’s already walking off, leaving the pile to sit in the fields for the time being. It’ll get cleaned up eventually.

M.ilo spots his next batch in the making—a tubby G.engar that’s sleeping under a tree. He’s a ‘problem P.okemon’ that got sent to M.ilo. Didn’t listen well or seem to care about battling. He’s stuck around so far because his levitating and phasing through objects can be real useful, but he’s also a lazy bum and M.ilo’s decided on a much better use for him.

Coming up to the ghost, M.ilo puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head. The big guy is snoring away under the shade, arms folded under his head. Looks like he’s been snacking, too. Ah well, the G.engar is off to better things now. Not bothering to wake him up, M.ilo lifts up the ghost’s legs and crams his feet into his maw.

M.ilo is at least gentle, carefully hefting the G.engar up as he eats without disturbing him. He’s already working his way up the ghost’s shins and getting to his thighs, his mouth forced to stretch more and more to accommodate the growing heft. By the time he’s getting over the G.engar’s ass, he’s lifted the whole ghost up and tipped his head back to let gravity help work his meal down.

Progress slows a bit once M.ilo has to focus on that giant gut, each gulp sucking in another few inches of fat. It’s steadily squeezing the G.engar down, who’s still snoring lazily without realizing the situation. He doesn’t wake up even when M.ilo gulps down the last bits of his gut and then chugs down his moobs soon after.

By then, the G.engar’s arms are lifting over his head. He starts to come to once his head sinks back in and M.ilo’s tongue starts to slurp over his face. The G.engar grumbles and winces a bit before cracking an eye open. He gets to see the tree he’d been sleeping against, framed by his own arms and M.ilo’s teeth. The G.engar’s scream goes unheard as a wet gulp overpowers it and his head becomes a bulge slithering down M.ilo’s neck.

With a wet slurp, the G.engar’s flailing arms are sucked down and he disappears fully. A pleased sigh escapes M.ilo once he feels the last of the ghost slosh into his gut. Unlike the V.enusaur, the G.engar has a much easier time wiggling around and shouting. He’s now saying stuff like ‘I’ll stop taking breaks’ and ‘Give me another chance’ but M.ilo isn’t listening much.

Instead, the farmer has braced himself against the tree and starts to grind his gut against it. The G.engar screeches inside when he feels the pressure pick up, bulges now shifting along M.ilo’s stomach as he flails around madly. M.ilo groans and closes his eyes, shoving harder against the tree. “C’mon, now, no need to be so difficult! I’m just gonna pump ya into a fresh load of manure!”

That doesn’t do much to settle the panicking ghost. Ghost types like G.engar can be a bit harder to break down than normal P.okemon due to their physiology, but M.ilo handles that by just getting a little rougher. Each hard grind and shove against the tree is helping the ghost’s body break down as he struggles to maintain his form. When the G.engar notices his body falling apart and the bubbling, purple muck that’s starting to fill the space around him, he starts screaming again.

“BWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLCCHH!!!!!” A rumble belch rolls out of M.ilo, a thick smog puffing in the air with some purple quills flickering out as well. M.ilo winces slightly at the smell. Poison types never do smell pretty, even compared to his usual process. He grinds his gut hard against the tree again, feeling the solid mass give a bit more with a wet squelch. The G.engar inside is a whimpering mess, his voice bubbling every time he makes a noise. He’s falling apart real fast...

M.ilo huffs a bit, pressing in hard again. His guts squelch wetly, already rounder and softer, the G.engar more liquid than solid. “We’re almost there, big fella,” M.ilo grunts, giving his abs a clench this time to help packed the G.engar deeper. “Just work with me here...then you can do aaaaall the lazin’ ‘round yer heart desires!”

The G.engar whines and cries out weakly, some garbled attempt at pleading for mercy that’s barely audible over the squelches and churns of his body breaking down. M.ilo barely notices it. He presses his guts hard against the tree, blasting out another smoggy “OOOOOOOOOUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPP!!!!!” into the air. He knows the G.engar is good and processed by that point only because the belch smells just a smidge worse than the first one.

Things move fast from there. M.ilo’s round, gurgling guts quickly shrink down with messy, sloppy chugging noises. All that G.engar slop pumps right through him, and much like the old V.enusaur, nearly all of it is converted into fresh manure. What isn’t has given the farmer a bit of a pot belly. M.ilo squats down by the tree, dropping his shorts and once again exposing his ass as he feels the rush of mass shooting lower.

Soft shit slops out of him, splattering against the tree and quickly starting to heap up. As expected, the smell in the air is noxious. Even for a Poison type, this is pretty bad, but that’s to be expected with G.engar. Hardly the first of them M.ilo has flushed through his mulcher! He’s plenty used to the process and the nasty parts that come with it, so despite how much waste is made, the G.engar slops out relatively quickly and he’s done in only a few minutes.

The heaping pile left behind is mostly a uniform mass, certainly a lot less solid than the previous pile of manure. No bones and the like to speak of, but there are a few stray purple quills poking out here or there. The only thing that helps signify the shitpile used to be a living being. M.ilo looks at the mess, smiles, tips his hat, and then walks off. This is a good start, but he should get a bit more to be safe!

It takes a bit of walking around and watching some of the other working P.okemon, all of which look nervous whenever the farmer’s gaze lingers on them for too longer, until M.ilo spots something that makes it guts gurgle. It’s a C.orviknight, big and bulky, who works more as a protector and supervisor on the farm. With so many P.okemon around, it helps to have others who can do a bit of managing for M.ilo. Still doesn’t protect them from his gut...

The C.orviknight perks up when he sees M.ilo approaching and gives a nod to him. “Afternoon. I’ve got things running smoothly over here but if you need anything, I can--” He cuts himself off with a soft yelp as M.ilo tugs roughly on his arm, dragging him down to the farmer’s level.

“I just need some manure today!” M.ilo reassures with a chipper tone. His drooling maw opens wide and the C.orviknight can only stare into it with a stupid expression as it lunges down for him.

It’s a relatively easy meal, despite the considerable bulk of the burly C.orviknight. The normally stoic bird is left so stunned by the act, that he doesn’t even struggle, letting M.ilo work him down with ease. The farm moans in approval as he gets to taste over that well trained meat, slurping on his pecs and over his muscle gut as he chugs it down.

If M.ilo recalls right, this C.orviknight used to work for the taxi services, but decided to switch to helping M.ilo run the farm. He’s one of the older workers here, even considering the high turnover rate. It must have been long enough to make the C.orviknight complacent, think he was safe or off the menu. He was wrong, of course.

M.ilo’s gut bulges out as the C.orviknight starts to pack inside, the sharp edges and contours of his body easily stretching the farmer out. His ass is being gnawed on at this point, but it’s only a few moments of tasting. M.ilo tosses his head back with a wet slurp, suddenly sucking down his meal’s thick legs and packed it up tightly in his groaning tank.

The C.orviknight is still completely frozen, even after getting tightly packed up in M.ilo’s groaning guts. The walls squeeze and churn around him, already plenty warmed up after mulching down two other P.okemon. His powerful body and strong steel plating won’t save him from being mulched like everyone else. He just can’t accept that fact still...

Not that he’ll have a choice. Where its through being crushed like a can or smelted like steel, M.ilo’s gut is going to take all that he is and use him for another fresh batch of manure. When the first grisly sound of metal creaking and crunching comes from M.ilo’s stomach, it’s like a switch was flipped. The C.orviknight is soon incredibly animated, screeching and writhing madly in M.ilo’s gut.

“Woah there!” M.ilo stumbles a bit feeling his batch-in-the-making fighting for his life. He presses his hands down roughly on his gut, shoving the C.orviknight back down into place with a few more screeching and crunching noises. “BWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEUUURRRRRRRRRRRPP!!!!!” A noxious belch roars out of M.ilo, thick fumes puffing from his maw as his stomach works on all of that iron. His meal has settled in now, other than some meek squawking or cawing that’s drowned out by the thick bubbling sounds of his working tank.

Steadily, M.ilo’s stomach starts to shrink down and round out. He helped it settle the meal fast and now its churning it down with ease. The C.orviknight can only offer a few more meak twitches and pathetic pleas before the farmer’s gut completely overpowers him. Thick slurry is already pumping lower and M.ilo squats down in preparation for what’s to come.

After a bit of waiting, M.ilo can feel a solid mass sinking downward. He winces a little and pushes, feeling a very solid and dense mass squeezing out of him. The Corvikngiht made for a very thick shit, the whole thing tight packed despite how large it is. Bits of corroded metal and bones tickle M.ilo slightly on the way out, but they’re also very tightly packed in the mass. He barely even notices when its skull slides out, the top of it peeking out of a nearly black log.

M.ilo huffs softly through his nose once he feels the log pinch off cleanly. He stands up again, his gut wobbling as he does. He’s gained even more heft, his shirt riding up his stomach even without a P.okemon packed inside. He pats the side of it a couple times and smiles as it bounces. That’s three huge manure piles so far but...hm...yeah, he thinks he can do just one more. He’ll make it a good one...

It takes a bit of looking around and scouting, judging the size and build of every P.okemon around the farm. Some of them definitely look like they’d be good manure and even make his stomach growl...but he sees the real last pile he wants, leaning on a fence after having clearly done some hard labor.

A massive T.errakion wipes his brow with the back of his hand. Sweat trickles off of his muscles, which are sore from a few hours of hard work. He’s massive, even compared to some of the other P.okemon on the farm. He’s been here to longest, one of M.ilo’s more diligent workers and strongest P.okemon in the crew. The T.errakion is almost invaluable to the team...but he’s also going to make a lot of very rich, healthy manure.

M.ilo’s drooling as he comes over, the thick, rich scent in the air making his stomach rumble. He feels like he’s starving, and there’s no more resisting the desire to devour this absolutely perfect meat. His stomach is demanding it. He comes right up to T.errakion, offering him no words. But just one look at the farmer tells the Legendary everything he needs to know--he’s manure now.

T.errakion tenses, his hands gripping onto the fence tightly. He always expected this to be a possibility, but that doesn’t mean he’s eager about it. His grip isn’t going to deter M.ilo, though, who simply grabs the T.errakion by the ankles and hoists it up to his drooling maw. His stomach practically roars for meat as he crams the Legendary’s feet in.

It’s every bit as delicious as M.ilo suspected to it to be. He groans happily and takes a thick gulp, starting to work his way up T.errakion’s shins. The Legendary grits his teeth and tries to pull himself out, hoping that if he can somehow stop M.ilo from eating him, the farmer will simply give it up and let him live another day. But the tight grip of M.ilo’s gullet makes it impossible to get more than a quarter of an inch before another thick gulp sucks him deeper.

As M.ilo starts to reach T.errakion’s knees, the Legendary’s feet enter his stomach. It roars to life with heavy noises...and the T.errakion’s eyes widen. There’s a sudden, intense warmth and a sharp sting and then...nothing. Numbness overtakes everything below the ankle. M.ilo seems to notice it as well before he winces and lowers his pants, starting to squeeze out a thick log of crap while he starts climbing up T.errakion’s thighs.

That’s enough to finally crack through T.errakion’s tense calm and he starts loudly roaring for M.ilo to stop. Despite his attempts to sound intimidating, he’s clearly panicked, and his fingers dig harder into the fence post. His demands to stop echo through the farm, but M.ilo keeps gulping, moaning softly as he tastes the meaty thighs of the Legendary, all while the T.errakion’s lower legs boil away and squeeze out of M.ilo’s ass.

M.ilo doesn’t slow down, jaws stretching to take in T.errakion’s waist and ass. The Legendary roars out again, his arms shaking as he keeps trying to desperately pull himself free. He can feel M.ilo gnaw on his ass and it makes his cheeks burn hot, but a few wet gulps suck it down and he can instead feel M.ilo starting to take in his soft, bulky stomach. T.errakion keeps losing ground, and the heap is growing higher and higher behind M.ilo, leaving an increasingly powerful thick stench in the air.

M.ilo keeps traveling up, groaning the entire time over the immense pleasure of T.errakion’s taste. The Legendary’s arms shake more, his body tense and dripping in sweat. Tears sting his eyes as he just tries to focus on pulling out. His legs are completely gone, M.ilo is over halfway up his stomach, and he can feel that stinging and then numb sensation over his hips. There was no going back the moment M.ilo got his feet in his jaws, and T.errakion knew that, but his body still demands he fight for survival.

T.errakion’s gut is gone, the last of it slurped down, and now his massive pecs are squeezing into M.ilo’s jaws. They’re tasted and chewed over, more pleased moans coming from the farmer. T.errakion huffs and pants, his eyes drooping, exhaustion setting in hard. More shit slops out of M.ilo, an entire pelvis coming with it. The pile is already massive, easily as big as the other three, and there’s still plenty more T.errakion to go.

M.ilo finally reaches up and seizes the T.errakion by the horns roughly. The Legendary grunts and forces out a final plea. “S...Stop...” M.ilo’s grip tightens on the T.errakion’s horns and he shoves down hard. His pecs plunge down and most of his stomach enters M.ilo’s, immediately being boiled away and starting to slop out the back. T.errakion groans weakly, staring out through M.ilo’s jaws whenever that tongue isn’t slurping over his face. His shaking arms finally go limp and M.ilo tosses his head back with a massive gulp.

Lots of thick shit heaps up behind M.ilo, and soon, a ribcage squeezes out of him. M.ilo slurps hard, sucking down T.errakion’s arms. As the fingers slip past his lips, a giant, bulky skull squeezes out and lands with a large thud behind M.ilo. More thick shit drapes over the top of it as T.errakion’s arms follow, and M.ilo lets out a pleased groan as he does it.

The farmer stands up again and stretches out. His gut bounces from it, hanging down heavily. His shirt doesn’t even begin to fit over it anymore, but at least the thing is finally sated. The heap of shit behind M.ilo is bigger than himself and will definitely be preserved for his own fields. He looks at the pile with a smile and sighs contently. “Thanks for that, big fella. Was just what I needed!” He tips his hat to the pile and walks off.

By the end of the day, the four heaps of crap will be shoveled up by various P.okemon all trying not to think about the fact that someone will be shoveling them off the ground one day, too. Half of it gets bagged up, and the other half is kept around for personal use. It was another good day on the farm...at least for M.ilo.

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princeofthenight420 · 16 days ago

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S.ans eating A.sgore

Got three requests from the same person in a submission asking for similar themes (unwilling, OV, weight gain, disposal), so they're getting separate posts! (They would have gotten separate posts anyway, I made them all a bit long cause I got really into them)

A.sgore makes his way into the hall of judgement. He was asked to come here by the Judge, though he’s not sure why. He didn’t get any specifics, but he assumes if he’s being requested, it must be something important. So he walks down the empty, gilded halls, his heavy footsteps echoing through them.

Suddenly, A.sgore senses a presence behind himself. He perks up a bit and looks over his shoulder to see the much smaller skeleton standing there. There hadn’t been anywhere for him to hide and yet he showed up despite that.

“Howdy, S.ans,” A.sgore greets with a smile. “You called me, yes? Was it something important?”

“Yeah, I just needed ya real quick,” S.ans says with his usual casual smile and a shrug of his shoulders. “Paps has been making nothing but spaghetti for the last month and Grillbz is gettin’ cranky about the tab, so I gotta get some dinner from somewhere else.”

A.sgore tilts his head at that and his smile softens. “Oh, is that so? Well, I may not be the best chef, but I could definitely whip us up something nice to eat!”

“Ah, that’s real nice of ya, Kingy, but--” S.ans pauses when a low, whining growl echoes from his stomach. “--hah, hear that? Poor thing can’t wait another second! So...real sorry ‘bout this.” S.ans lifts a hand up to point at A.sgore, who seems mostly confused. The king’s soul is brought out and it goes from white to blue, immediately slamming the goat down to the ground.

“Agh!” A.sgore winces, trying and failing to move himself. It feels like gravity has suddenly changed and he’s become too heavy. “S-S.ans, what is the meaning of this? What did you do?!”

“Nothin’,” S.ans says with a shrug. “You’re just blue now.” He walks forward, closing the small gap between him and the king. He grabs A.sgore by one of his horns, his stomach growling loudly again right in the goat’s face. “I’m just gonna have a quick snack. You seem good and filling, so no hard feelings.”

Before A.sgore can even ask what’s going on, S.ans’s jaws open up wide before him. A softly glowing blue magic makes up the internals the skeleton normally lacks...revealing the dark, tight, slimy pit the king is about to squeeze down. It leaves A.sgore stunned in a mix of fear and shock, so he says and does nothing as S.ans’s maw presses into his face and envelops his head.

The skeleton gives a pleased groan, his tongue slurping over A.sgore’s face a few times. He’s just happy to be tasting anything that isn’t pasta right now, and big, fluffy goat king is definitely a very unique flavor in comparison. He moves his hands to A.sgore’s upper arms now, keeping a lazy grip as he takes the first hard, wet swallow.

GLLLUNK!

A.sgore finally starts to panic, but by then, it’s a little too late. His head is bulging out S.ans’s gullet as his shoulders squeeze into the drooling maw. His screams are muffled well, not that anyone is around to hear them. And he can’t struggle while he’s being held by the other monster’s magic. He’s completely at S.ans’s mercy.

GLLLLK!

Another thick gulp surges A.sgore deeper, his chest sliding in now. S.ans would have preferred getting to the meaty center, but he didn’t want to spend too much time stalling on his meal. Can’t have someone coming by or A.sgore somehow overpowering him. The taste isn’t as bad as he’d have thought anyway, and he’s certain his stomach will be able to handle all of this just fine.

Speaking of which, S.ans’s gut lets out a low, demanding growl. A.sgore’s face is already pressed up against the sphincter for it, the staggering height difference between the two monsters making for a quick trip into the gut. S.ans’s hands move down to A.sgore’s waist so he can gulp and slurp again, dragging down the king’s stomach and stopping at his hips.

GLLLLRK! SHLLLLLRP!

A pleased burble escapes S.ans’s middle as A.sgore’s head pushes inside. It stretches a bit, his shirt riding up slightly, exposing more of the blue magic he’s used to form his insides. It’s just translucent enough for A.sgore to make out his lower body hanging from S.ans’s jaws, and S.ans would likely be able to see the panic on the king’s face if not for the goat ass he’s working past his teeth blocking his view.

S.ans tips his head back, his tongue sneaking out to curl around A.sgore’s crotch as he helps guide the man’s hips down the hatch. Then it’s just those thick legs left, which are plenty easy to slowly slurp down like noodles. Heh...noodles...as if S.ans hasn’t grown sick of those.

SHLLLLLLLLLLLRP!

The space is growing more cramped and uncomfortable for A.sgore, his bulky body stretching out the walls as he spills in. It just makes S.ans’s stomach retaliate by trying to clench down harder on him and force him into a more manageable ball of meat. He kicks his feet a little, feeling the cool air of the hallway being replaced with the steaming breath of the skeleton. S.ans’s tongue drags his feet in and with a final gulp...they’re gone.

GLLL-LURP!

S.ans sighs deeply, a small shiver running through him as he feels the last of A.sgore squeeze into his stomach. It’s stretched out tight before him, big enough that it’s resting on the ground and is nearly as tall as he is. A.sgore is curled up real tight, his armor and horns making for some very distinct bulges in S.ans’s middle. The two of them are practically eye-to-eye now with A.sgore’s face pressed into his knees.

The magic that had been holding A.sgore down dissipates, but it’s only a marginal difference to the king. The stomach walls are so tight and restrictive, he can barely move anyway. Any attempts to stretch out his arms or legs or even lift his head up more is met with a forceful squeeze that puts him back into place.

“BWWWWWWAAAAAAARRRRRRPP!!!” A harsh belch escapes S.ans, a bit of white fluff coming up with it. The thumps his chest as the sound dies off and slurps over his teeth. “That’s better. Just what I needed, a feast fit for a king.” S.ans pats the side of his stomach a few times, feeling it rumble and gurgle as it settles in to start processing all of that goat meat. “Thanks for the help.”

“S-S.ans!” A.sgore’s voice is muffled a bit, but with his face nearly pressed into S.ans’s, the skeleton can at least hear him. “What’s the meaning of this?! Let me out of here at once!” He’s trying to use his authoritative king voice, but it cracks a few times, his ill-hidden fear seeping through.

“Like I said, I just needed some dinner. And I’ve heard that goat meat is pretty classy stuff.” Despite the immense size difference between them, S.ans is able to heft up his gut in his arms just enough to lift it off the ground like it’s nothing. He starts waddling down the hall, gently sloshing A.sgore back and forth as he does. “And now...mmf...I’m going to spend the rest of my shift relaxing in your big, fancy chair.”

A.sgore lets out a distressed cry as he’s being sloshed back and forth now. S.ans easily could have just teleported wherever it was he wanted to go, and he normally would have, but the chance to tease the king with a short walk back to his own throne was too good to pass up. He didn’t really have anything against A.sgore, no real grudges and the like, but he was the biggest meal S.ans could think of that he could also easily get alone. And he’d been right!

The whole way back, A.sgore keeps shouting for help and demanding release. But there’s no one around to hear him besides S.ans, who responds to it all by just giving some wet belches or cracking a joke at the king’s expense. Eventually, S.ans has made it to the throne room. He casually walks through the flower garden, the bottom of his gut being tickled by the petals, until he finally reaches his prize.

With a very long, drawn out sigh, S.ans sits down in A.sgore’s throne and sits back in it. He closes his eyes and folds his arms behind his head, his gut sloshing into his lap and filling up more of the large throne himself. “Oh yeah...I knew a chair this big had to be comfy. Perfect place to kick back.”

“I-Is that what you wanted? To sit on the throne?!” A.sgore shouts. At this point, he’s getting notably more desperate. All the sloshing around has soaked him to the point he can feel it seeping through his armor. The stomach has gotten a lot noisier, too, groaning and gurgling thickly around him. And the stomach walls keep clenching over him, as if impatient he’s not yet softened. “You can sit there all you like then! Take it home if you want! Just let me out!”

S.ans chuckles softly and gives a lazy “Uuuurrrrrp!” to the air. “Oh, nah, I like my couch just fine. Has a nice butt groove in it I’ve been working on. I think your fluffybuns make for one a bit too big compared to mine.”

“Then...Then what do you want?!” A.sgore demands. The stomach walls squeeze over him again, getting a groan from him as he’s forced into a slightly tighter ball. He tries to lift his head, his horns and face making S.ans’s stomach stretch out tightly over them. A.sgore’s distress is written all over his face...or at least the bulge it’s making. “There...must be something..!”

“Yeah, I guess there is,” S.ans says with a lazy shrug. He opens one eye to look at A.sgore as he feels the goat shifting around inside. “I want some peace and quiet while I take a nap, kay? Digesting all of this goat meat is exhausting work you know.” S.ans clenches his stomach, making A.sgore shout as he’s forced back into position, and it works out a big “BWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLCCCCHHH!!!!!!” that sends A.sgore’s crown flying off into the air.

“S.ans, th-this...joke of yours has...gone on long enough!” A.sgore wheezes. It’s getting too tight and whether it’s his panic or the constriction, he’s finding it harder to get his words out. “Just...Just let me out...a-and we can pretend this never happened!” A.sgore waits for some kind of response other than the thick burbles of the skeleton’s gut. The silence is making him nervous. “S-S.ans?”

...a snore finally answers the king. S.ans is fast asleep, taking that nap he said he wanted. Panic finally takes full control of A.sgore as he begins screaming as much as he can, hoping someone will be close enough to hear him. He tries to stretch out again and take back as much space as he can, bulges of his paws and horns shifting along the blue stomach. But even in his sleep, S.ans’s gut works hard, and each shove from A.sgore is met with a tight clench in return.

It was a losing battle. A.sgore had no room to move, no way out, and was simply stuck resisting for as long as he could. But S.ans’s stomach might just be the hardest working part of himself, and it never relents. Every time A.sgore tries to fight back, it feels like the stomach is just getting stronger against him. He’s too hot, he realizes. His fur feels like a smothering blanket and his armor is cooking him. He’s digesting.

A.sgore’s energy is rapidly waning after barely an hour, his screams hoarse and weak and his struggles much more meek and pathetic. He’s left panting and gasping more of the time, the air inside of S.ans’s gut unpleasant and the tight space making it hard to take a proper breath. He’s curled up into a very tight ball, head between his knees, and the walls are too tight to get out of that position. His entire body is burning with exhaustion and discomfort. And worse yet...at this point, he’s certain he’s seen a lot of his fur sticking to his own clothes and the walls around him. It’s definitely been thick on S.ans’s breath every time the skeleton lets out a nasty belch above him.

A deep, bubbling groan rumbles out of S.ans’s gut all around A.sgore. The sounds are incredibly loud and thick. At this point, even if he tried to yell, he doubts he’d be heard well above it all. The walls squeeze him again with a wet squelch. A.sgore winces and closes his eyes tightly. He doesn’t have the energy to keep up anymore. Is this really how it ends for him..?

As if sensing A.sgore’s defeat, S.ans’s gut suddenly clenches in hard. It gets a shocked scream from the king as a wet crunching and crackling sound bubbles up. His body is falling apart on him after becoming so weak, and the skeleton’s gut is eager to crack through the armor and claim its prize. Although it’s the goat’s body that’s cracking right now...

Another clench, followed by a wet squelch and a weak groan from A.sgore. The king is getting hazy in there, and the shocks of pain he’s getting from the rougher treatment cuts into numbness soon after. His arm was the first to go. Now he can’t feel his legs. There’s a thick, bubbling slop churning and squelching all around him, coming up to his stomach and surging higher with every clench. It’s full of white fur and, though he has a hard time telling, at least one piece of armor that should still be attached to him but no longer is.

The walls squeeze down again, A.sgore crying out weakly as he feels his back pop and his good arm twist. He can’t feel below the elbow now. The sludge is up to his chest and he can feel it seeping through the cracks of his armor, coating his body. The king pants and shudders, trying and failing to make any part of himself respond and move. He knows what’s wrong but he doesn’t want to believe it.

“HWWWWWWWWOOOOOOUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPP!!!!!!!” A sloppy belch roars out of S.ans, who seems to still be sleeping. It makes the stomach clamp down hard on A.sgore, his yell muffled by the slurry surging up and over his face for a few seconds. He’s instead coughing and sputtering. His head feels lopsided now. He thinks one of his horns snapped off.

“S...S.ans...” A.sgore gasps out weakly. “P-Please...let me...out...” He’s not sure if the skeleton can hear him. It doesn’t matter. He’s too weak to try anything else beyond pleading for his life. “I...I don’t...want to...d--Glllrbbb!” A.sgore’s final words are cut off by a hard shove on the top of his head that plunges him under the boiling mire he’s been stewing in.

Only the top of his head and his remaining horn stick out, bubbles rising and popping a bit faster for a few moments. Then A.sgore’s body shudders a few times and the bubbling slows down again until, finally, going back to normal. S.ans sighs contently and lifts his hand from his stomach, watching it slosh and wobble back into the orb shape its taken. “Figured you’d be gone by the time I woke up but guess I was wrong. Least I got to say good--BUUUUURRRP!” A short, bubbling belch catches S.ans by surprise, A.sgore’s last breath passing him teeth.

His stomach clenches down for the last time, now filled top to bottom with nothing but boiling sludge. His semi-transparent stomach has taken on a very murky color because of it, the occasional bone or piece of armor being visible when it presses up against the stomach walls before the churning slop sucks it back in. Whatever solid bits of A.sgore remain won’t be like that for long now.

The sounds of S.ans’s stomach echo through the throne room, heavy and wet with how sloppy the contents have gotten. S.ans’s stomach is still massive with all the goat slop inside, and the bottom of it is bulging heavily with various bones and armor pieces weighing it down. It only took a couple of hours max to reduce one of the strongest monsters in the Underground into nothing but a thick nutrient slurry. And now that A.sgore is in a much more manageable state, he can start chugging deeper.

A pleased groan rumbles out of S.ans, who tips his head back a bit and presses his hands down into his stomach. It squishes under his fingers, sloshing and wobbling at every little disturbance. This was just what he needed, something big and filling and delicious to eat. Not that he doesn’t love his brother’s cooking or going to Grillby’s all the time...but even S.ans can only take so much. His stomach sounds just as happy as he does as it pumps gallons of A.sgore slop deeper into his intestines.

S.ans’s stomach shrinks back several inches intermittently as more of A.sgore pumps through him. He can practically feel the swell of his intestines as it takes on all of that slurry. And as it pumps deeper, the muck grows denser and more compact, and S.ans begins to get thick from all the compounding weight. His stomach grows softer and heavier, sagging with new heft, and his chest gets softer and bigger. His arms and thighs grow thicker and wider, filling out his normally baggy clothes more. And his ass is growing much rounder, filling out the throne more properly as it does.

The thick chugging sounds steadily get softer and quieter after some time. S.ans’s gut stopped shrinking a little bit ago, and he can feel the last of A.sgore draining through his intestines. His shirt is definitely too small now, stretched tight over his torso and riding halfway up his gut, constantly showing off the blue magic. He gives the sides of his stomach a few soft rubs then pats it, making the whole thing wobble.

A deep, low grumble rises out of S.ans’s stomach and he winces slightly. A very heavy pressure has built up inside of him and it’s getting uncomfortable. “Alright, can’t deny the king what he wants. I’ll letcha out now.” S.ans grunts as he gets up, feeling all of the new weight on his frame. But it’s a different weight that’s distracting him. He pulls down on his shorts, having to wiggle his hips to get the now tight waistband down. His much fatter ass wobbles as it gets freed and he squats down in front of the throne.

A bassy fart rumbles out of S.ans, making him wave the air away. “Y’know, that sound is supposed to happen after I sit down.” Instead of laughter or applause for his joke, S.ans’s guts grumble loudly. He feels a heavy weight shift deep inside of him and being to spread him out.

S.ans shudders and groans as a thick, dense log of shit begins to squeeze out of him. All that king meat packed up real tight, especially thanks to all that tough armor he had been wearing. Though…it’s not nearly as shining anymore. One of his arm braces comes out in the first log, browned and muddy in sheen with the shot baked around it. One of A.sgore’s arms is still in the brace and bits of white fur pepper around the muck as well.

The log lands with a soft thud on the throne, the air becoming rancid now. S.ans huffs softly and closes his eyes as he strains over another thick log. A.sgore steadily squeezes out of him like that, his armor pieces keeping a good portion of his body together and in each log.

One of his legs comes out, twice as long as the arm. It’s followed by the other leg and the pelvis soon after. Next comes half his other arm, the ruined cape tattered and stained as it’s wrapped around the log and caught on a broken horn.

The throne is already filled up with shit, the logs heaped on top of each other to take up the seat. S.ans groans loudly as another big log stretches him out, A.sgore’s chest plate coming out with his ribs and upper half of an arm buried in it. His stomach was especially unkind to this piece, the chest play center and warped from the crushing stomach walls. But it’s still big enough to make S.ans have to work to force it out.

A few splats come from behind S.ans as the throne gets overflowed and crap spills out onto the floor. He just widens his legs slightly so he doesn’t step in it. He feels something else big and bulky pushing lower and, soon, spreading him out.

A.sgore’s skull comes free, jaws open wide, only sporting one horn. S.ans struggles a bit with it, wincing as shit pushes through the goat’s jaws and eye sockets. It’s a morbid fight for no one, since S.ans can’t exactly see it. All he feels is the flow get a little more difficult and the skull slowly pushing along until…POP! SPLLT!

S.ans sighs deeply, tongue lolling out as he feels the skull finally come free. It lands in the muck with a wet sound, some more fur-speckled shit coiling up on its head before S.ans finally feels well and truly empty.he stands up again, struggling slightly with his shorts as he looks back at the mess.

The shit pile is massive, definitely bigger than S.ans. He’s buried a good portion of the throne in shit, the pile spilling over the front and down between his legs just barely. Armor and bones poke out here or there, with the goat’s skull sitting near the bottom after dropping out of S.ans. The smell is awful, overpowering the normal sweet scent caused by the flower fields.

“Welp.” S.ans grunts and pulls hard, getting his shorts over his fatter ass. He’ll have to get bigger clothes…eventually. Maybe. “Thanks for lunch, Your Majesty. I’d say we should do this again some time but…” He trails off, as if waiting for a response. When the punchline doesn’t come, he shrugs. “Least you got to keep the throne, eh? I’ll see ya later.” He waves to the pile and walks off, planning to take a shortcut out so he doesn’t bump into anyone. He’s got a lot more napping to do now.

The pile is left to fester in the throne room until one of the Royal guards stumbles upon it. News of A.sgore’s ‘disappearance’ would be spreading through the Underground before day’s end, although S.ans would miss the news, too busy sleeping at his station to hear it.

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princeofthenight420 · 16 days ago

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M.ilo eating some P.okemon

Decided to change this one up by making the P.okemon all anthro cause I like hot anthro guys.

“I just need some manure today!” M.ilo reassures with a chipper tone. His drooling maw opens wide and the C.orviknight can only stare into it with a stupid expression as it lunges down for him.

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princeofthenight420 · 3 months ago

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Thought of a short story in the wasteless universe. Not 100% sure if it fully adheres to all the lore, but here goes…

Here I am waiting outside the dean's office. I got an email saying that he needed to meet with me immediately, but he didn't say why. I didn't really think much of it until he called me in and I was met with a terrible surprise. There were three chairs in front of his desk and Brandon and Nick were sitting in two of them. They are the two people I hate most in the world. They're star members of the college football team and it seemed like their personal mission was to make my college experience as miserable as possible. They bullied me nonstop and since they were athletes (and also because Brandon's dad was rich and donated a lot of money to the school), they were able to get away with pretty much anything.

Feeling very uneasy, I made my way over to the other chair in front of the dean's desk. He told me the reason I was there is because Brandon and Nick claimed they saw me cheating on an exam in class the other day. I tried to deny it, but it was their word against mine. Two against one. He said normally I would just get a 0 for the assignment and be put on probation, but apparently there's a cheating epidemic going on. He was seriously leaning towards suspension to make an example out of me.

I was freaking out and tried to protest, but Brandon interrupted. He said in his mind, that would be letting me off too easy. He knows his dad wouldn't want to continue to donate to a college with a cheating problem, so it would be in the dean's best interest to use me to really prove a point and discourage other students from cheating. The dean asked him what punishment he would suggest. Brandon pointed out that one of the volunteer toilets in the football locker room just quit and having me serve as the replacement would be the perfect punishment. I could tell the dean thought that was a bit harsh but, in the end, he agreed that having me serve as a toilet for the football team for a week would definitely send a message. Brandon laughed and said that a week was nowhere near long enough. In fact, he had spent some time thinking of the ideal parameters for my punishment.

First, my punishment would last for the entire remainder of the semester. Second, all other volunteer showers/toilets would be reassigned away from the football locker room: I was to be the sole personal shower/toilet for the entire football team. Third, I was to be kept inside a toilet stall in the locker room 24/7 for the duration of the punishment unless I was specifically needed to service the football team. Finally, if I tried to get out of the punishment or disobeyed any orders from Brandon or Nick, I would be expelled. The dean and I were completely shocked by how sadistic Brandon's plan was. I was so stunned that I couldn't even form the words to object. The dean did try to reason with Brandon, but the university couldn't afford to lose Brandon's dad as a donor, so reluctantly the dean signed off on the plan.

Brandon then ordered me to strip naked. I tried to refuse, but the dean reminded my that I would be expelled if I didn't listen. Once I was fully naked, Brandon handcuffed my hands behind my back and then he and Nick dragged me across campus to the locker room. Being paraded across campus naked was completely humiliating, especially since they made sure to stop multiple times and let people take pictures. When we got to the locker room, they brought me into an empty toilet stall and chained me to the wall so I wouldn't be able to escape. Then they attached a tube to my dick and a weird funnel looking device to my ass. They said that way I'd be able to go to the bathroom without making a mess. They both had massive grins on their faces. I asked them why they were doing this to me and the only reply I got is "because it's fun".

After that, Brandon decided it was time for the main event. He made a point of telling me he hadn't shit in three days in preparation for this. He started by pulling out his dick and told me to open my mouth. I didn't want to give in, but he grabbed one of my nipples and squeezed it as hard as he could. When I opened my mouth to scream he started pissing in it. The taste made me gag and I could feel some dribbling down the side of my mouth. He told me he'd give me a pass since it was my first time, but in the future any spillage would result in me being punished. Once he finished, he turned around and pulled down his pants and underwear. I thought he was gonna have me lie on the floor, but he ordered me to stay upright and arch my back. Then he sat on my face. I thought my back and neck were gonna snap from his weight. He told me if I did anything to cause him to fall off, I'd regret it.

He positioned his asshole over my nose and started releasing some rank farts. He made a comment about how his protein shake was hitting hard today which got a laugh from Nick. Finally, he shifted so his asshole was over my mouth. He told me to open wide. I tried refusing again, but a kick to the crotch quickly took care of that. Nothing could have prepared me for the taste of Brandon's shit. It was indescribable and made my tongue burn. I'm surprised I was able to take it all without puking. This ordeal lasted for at least 10 minutes. Brandon wanted to take his time and savor the experience and, as he'd mentioned, he'd been holding it in for a few days so he was really able to drag this out. Once he was done, he told me to lick his asshole clean.

He probably would have sat there longer if Nick didn't stop him. Apparently, Nick wanted to ensure that my first time was memorable so he took a laxative and was now about to burst. As soon as Brandon got up, Nick pushed me down to the ground so that I was lying on my back and then slammed his ass down onto my face. He used his weight to force my mouth open and basically created an airtight seal between his asshole and my mouth. Before I even had time to process any of that, liquid shit started exploding out of his ass. It was so sudden and loud that it even caught Brandon off guard. I struggled to keep up with it, but due to the seal Nick created with my mouth it was basically forced down my throat. I could hear Nick sigh with relief as he forced it all out, meanwhile I literally felt like I was drowning. At one point I puked and had to swallow it back down because there was nowhere else for it to go.

Once Nick finished and had his asshole licked clean, they decided to call it a night. But Brandon had one last surprise in store for me. He told me he wanted me to wash his lucky jockstrap for him. He reached into his bag and pulled out the most discolored and disgusting looking jockstrap I'd ever seen. He took great pleasure in telling me it has never been washed and then shoved it in my mouth. Then he taped my mouth shut and because "he didn't want me to get to used to fresh air", he took one of his cleats and tied it to my face with my nose shoved inside. With that, the two of them turned off the lights and left.

…

As you can imagine, being the only toilet for the entire football team was an extremely unpleasant experience. During practice/game days, there was always a seemingly neverending line of guys waiting to use me. If anyone didn't want to wait in line, they just went in a nearby bucket. At the end of each day, Brandon would shove a funnel in my mouth and dump in the contents of the bucket. And even when the locker room wasn't actively in use, guys would still come use me whenever they pleased. It wasn't just limited to toilet duties either. I was used as a washing machine, punching bag (my poor nuts), and a disposal for all matters of bodily fluids from loogies to snot rockets and more. Players also loved having me give them tongue baths, rim jobs, and blowjobs. One player who had a really bad foot odor issue really took pleasure in having me clean his feet with my tongue and making me eat his toe jam. There was also the constant mental struggle of being chained in a bathroom stall 24/7.

Brandon was definitely the worst though. He basically gave up on using any other bathroom. If he had to go during class, he would come to me. He would even walk over from his dorm in the middle of the night sometimes when he had to go. Whenever he used me, he always required me to be sitting up with my back arched which meant that my back and neck were pretty much constantly sore. And he made clear that for the rest of the semester he would not take a regular shower once and that my tongue would be the only thing cleaning his body. Sometimes, he would bring a small table into the stall and just sit on my face for hours doing school work or whatever while ripping ass as much as possible. He liked to do anything he could to make this as bad as possible for me. One time he even dumped an entire jar of fiber powder into the team's water cooler.

…

One day, I was really surprised to see Brandon appear with my older brother Tim. Tim lived nearby and since I went to college out of state and my parents couldn't visit often, he would come check on me periodically. Apparently he dropped by and was surprised that I wasn't in my dorm. He asked around and someone said that he could find me here. I thought for a brief moment that I might be saved until he started laughing. He said that growing up I was always the favorite child, so it's good to see that someone finally put me in my place. Brandon asked Tim if he had to go to the bathroom but Tim sarcastically replied that he could never do that to his brother. Brandon ordered me to beg Nick to use me and I had no choice but to do so. Of course it didn't take much convincing.

As Tim was sitting on me dumping his load, he told me that he was gonna report back to our parents and tell them I was really enjoying college. He would also text them from my phone periodically to let them know everything was good. That way there would be nothing stopping me from serving out the full duration of my punishment. Brandon then mentioned that they had an away game this coming weekend and invited Tim to come use me in the team's absence. Tim gladly agreed, sealing my fate with a massive fart…

Great story! It would be more lore-accurate if Brandon was the dean's son (you can get around any rules with enough corruption), but I'll forgive that because this is hot as shit. Fantastic job!

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princeofthenight420 · 3 months ago

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Hitchhiker Andy (part 1)

(This story is from the reader's pov, contains fetish content, and is meant to be interpreted as M/M gay content. The man in the photo is meant to be Andy, I do not know who he is or his real name)

I've been driving down this road for at least an hour, haven't seen another car for miles, and honestly... I'm glad.

It's been a rough week, I've spent most of this ride crying my eyes out, hoping that once I'm back home with my family, all will be better, all will be good once I'm away from the pained memories of my ex, Axel.

I knew I shouldn't have moved out to the city. Everyone was right to say Axel wasn't trustworthy, that all he'd want from me was 'a hot piece of ass' god, I feel so stupid.

As I was lost in thought, I saw something tall and tan in the distance... is? Is that a guy? He has his thumb stuck out and what looks to be... white boxers in his hand? He's completely naked, but considering he's probably lost and in need, I decide to slow down as I catch up to him. He smiles through the passenger window, seeming relieved as I roll it down.

"Hey sir, are you alright?" I say, trying not to bring attention to the fact he is naked, nor the fact that his body is genuinely mesmerizing.

"Hey man, oh my god, you have no idea how relieved I am that someone finally stopped. Some old lady wolf whistled at me like 20 minutes ago, but other than that, nobody has given me a second look, haha." He chuckled softly, his voice slightly deep, but mostly friendly and warm. "Do you mind if I hop in? Some douche left me stranded here, and I'd like to give 'em a piece of my mind," He smirks before looking behind himself, seemingly at his own ass, "Or maybe something else" He looks back up and me cheekily, grinning ear to ear, he seems to have that golden boy 'can't stay mad at him' energy, it's quite endearing, even if he clearly has mischief on the mind

I notice he's looking at me expectantly, and realize I need to respond "Oh- um... s-sure? I wouldn't want to just leave you here. But can I ask why you're not wearing any clothes... especially when you have those" I point to his boxers and unlock the car door as I do, he hears it click and opens the door, setting his bare, and impressive, ass on the seat of my car. When he looks up at me, his face gets serious

"Some dick nozzle thought it was okay to hook up with me when he was seeing someone, even had the nerve to say they were practically nothing to begin with. I don't mind something casual. Hell, I was the one who messaged him, but I'm no home wrecker. Once I found out, I immediately stopped what we were doing, pulled out, and told him to get the hell out of my tent- hold on-" abruptly, he stopped talking and lifted his right leg off his chair, pointing his ass to the door

BBFRRRRRRRRRTTT

"Ah~ 'scuse me, so I stopped fucking him and told him to leave my camping tent, he was supposed to drive me home but after he packed the camping equipment and our clothes, he drove off all fussy saying 'he'll fix this' before he left me. These undies are his, not mine, wouldn't be able to fit over my big dumper anyway haha, well, i dont know, I guess they're not mind who cares if I rip a hole in them, all well."

I kinda just sit there, shocked. I don't even know what to say. I thought Axel was an ass but whoever decided to leave this fine man stranded and ruined 2 relationships in the process definitely takes the cake. I also can't really ignore the stink this man caused. Sure, the rip was impressive, but DAMN I was not expecting a stench like that, especially after just meeting the guy.

"What's up?" He says, looking concerned. "I didn't mean to like dump all my shit on you, bro. Sorry, yesterday was just HELLA ass for me. Wait, you aren't staying silent 'cuz you got a problem with me liking dudes right-"

"W-what? No no no, I'm actually gay too, and I'm sorry for what happened to you, and that guys partner, dude sounds awful... I-I just wasn't sure what to say"

He smirks up at me and nods, seemingly relieved I'm not some homophobic loser. "Cool, cool. Hey, by the way, do you mind if you take me back where you came? I know it's a long drive, so you can drop me off at the next gas station if you need instead, but I wanted to get some petty revenge on that asshat and he lives back there"

I giggle a little at how hell bent he is to get revenge, I don't know what he's going to do, but considering his smirks and playfulness, I doubt it'll cause real harm "Sure, I'm not in a hurry anyway, home is a long way's out but my fam wasn't expecting me until I called last night so I'm sure they'd be relieved to have more time before I get there" He shoots me a huge, giddy smile

"Sick dude, you're the best!" he reaches over and hugs me tightly, but not tight enough to hurt, I feel his naked body mostly pressing against mine as he reaches across from his seat to mine. I blush at the contact, feeling pretty safe in his embrace, before I feel something in his stomach rumble against mine "Oof, sorry dude, I normally don't like to rip around all the cute guys until I get to know 'em, but those beans from the camper got me fucked-"

BRAAAAMMMP-PRAAAMP-FRRRPT

"Ah, god, that feels good to let out, sorry handsome." He lets go of me somewhat and smirks, somehow both seeming genuinely sorry while also proud of himself as he looks down at me. It was kinda of a wild, maybe a little... erotic? Sensation, feeling his abs rumble against me before he let those meaty blasts out. The stentch was quite strong, and I coughed slightly, but I smiled back up at him "It's alright dude, don't worry" I can feel it in my face that I'm still blushing, the intimacy of this naked man getting close to me, being open with me, being so openly queer, and even the way it felt when he let that gas out on me. It felt so... right, like I was meant to meet him, he seems like a really stand up guy

"Ha, I'm glad, I've known quite a few gay guys who can't stand it when my ass blasts, all the straight dudes find it fun to challenge me to contests though, so it's a fun trade off." I decide to start the car as he sits back down and buckles up, doing a u-turn so we head back from where I came

"Do you win often?" I say, chuckling, I am genuinely curious, it's a weird topic, but he seems proud of it, and he's cute, so honestly, I just wanna hear him speak "Oh yeah all the time, like you hear this shit?"

FRRRRRRRRRRRIPPPPT

"Haha, smell of a champion, dude." He jokingly flexed his muscles and bounce shis pecs at me as he laughs, and I laugh too, giggling like a school girl. "Oh I almost forgot-" he says

"What?"

He reaches his hand out to mine

"Name's Andy." He smiles

"Nice to meet you, Andy!" I smile back "I'm-"

The end of part 1

(Lol I can't tell if I wrote this shit well or not, I was expecting to focus more on farts and less on lore but I guess I got invested? I plan to explore Andy's gassiness more if/when I continue, but I think for a start this was a good balance of just introducing him. Thanks for reading!)

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princeofthenight420 · 3 months ago

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Pirates cold winter: Duty to the Captain

(Scat) (+18)

A pirate recruit gets involved in a twisted a debasing initiation ritual, and having to serve in the lowliest of ways. (Read the tags)

It was soon in the morning and David found himself as part of a pirate crew. As he mopped the floors of the swinging ship in which he was.

Without counting himself and the other recruits there were around 34 other men on this ship. He was the newest recruit, but not the only one.

He was tired.

As he passed around the deck of the ship, cleaning the aftermath of what happens when a group of men live in a closed area, just exacerbated by the lack of hygiene expected of a pirate crew, the hard labor, and the inherent mustiness of the sea. The clean water was valuable out in the sea, and most wouldn’t waste it in “cleaning” themselves.

Not that most seem to think of that as important. A point each one of his partners made when passing near him, the smell of days or even weeks old of sweat, pee and alcohol assaulting him.

Seriously, what is the point of preserving water if most drink themselves to a stupor every day? Alcohol flows literally more than water here. As evidenced by the unidentified stain he was trying to scrub. Possibly vomit or pee.

It was intense, but that’s what that living off alcohol, rations and seafood makes to one. At least he wasn’t cleaning the head of the ship (Poor Johnny) where the shitters are - And seriously it seems everyone’s got bad aiming - or worse, the captain’s “chambers”.

Usually the captain would impose some rules about drinking, but it was still the end of winter season which meant the sea was not only at its calmest, but also that trade and piracy was at its slowest.

Fortunately we were a very successful case of piracy.

As he continued to scrub, one of his crewmates called to him.

“Hey Scallywag! How ye doin’ ?” Jeff said, of course it was Jeff. I could sniff him a mile away.

Jeff was first mate, and It was his playful competence what made him both unpredictable and reliable, a real character. the fact he had a close relationship with the captain helped him too.

“Stop calling me Scallywag!” I yelled with irritation. Jeff was an asshole, not a bad asshole, but he always seemed to get a thrill out of molesting the recruits like me. “I have already been here for at least 3 months working my ass off and I have shown my worth! I am as part of this crew as anybody else “

“ Not ye~t” he sang, and for a moment a mischievous sadistic light took over his eyes. It was gone the next moment “ But tonight will be a party for you all scallywags to become REALLY part of the crew! a real initiation! and the captain told us you all shall go to rest now, HA! You will need it! “

“ Wait, so you’re telling me I should go to rest for the day? Heck yeah.”

“ Yeah, you should REALLY get some shuteye, clean up and MAYBE have a meal, the night will be WILD, the rest of your comrades are already being notified” He smirked.

“ Shall do then, thanks Jeff! “ I said, My mind raced at expecting some intense rituals but wasn’t that scared. And Jeff was being useful for once.

“ And don’t come upstairs until you are called!” He laughed.

I walked to the quarters under the deck, the eyes of a few crewmates darting to me as I did, smiling. Strange.

——

I saluted my crew on the quarters. A group of men around the early twenties.

There was Jhonatan or “Johnny”. And Charles, who was a real pain.

There were others, but he didn’t find them here yet.

We all have had done the same chores on rotation in addition to our “learning “ and had become sort-of close.

I saluted them, and then went to prepare, deciding to follow the suggestions Jeff gave me. Washing myself with a cloth and eating a little before going to rest.

The Quarters were in a mess and smelled funny as always, but I managed to zone out and get some shuteye.

——

Jeff barged into the quarters startling us all “Welp whelps it’s showtime! Come fast and let’s start this thing!” He screamed loudly and I heard muffled screams outside.

The party had started, a pirate crew isn’t exactly silent and as we walked into the main deck area that everyone starting making noise as they made a walkway to the center.

Whistles and screams filled the air, and then I and the rest of the “newbies” reached the center.

There was the captain. He was a hulking form of a man, tanned skin with wild hair and an untamed beard, bulging with muscles covered in fat, like a bodybuilder in bulk.

He looked at us, smirked, and then raised his voice.

“ Well hello little runts, you all have done great ‘till now but the moment of truth has come, to really join the crew and become a part of us! “

The pirates laughed loudly. And the captain got near to us, starting to walk around us like a shark.

“We have made many sort of initiations till now, but we have a little tradition around here. Let's call it” More laughs, there was a hilarity we didn’t get to know “And that's you doing something for us! A duty so to speak! To help us solve our problems! But many of us have things we oh so much would like to make you do, so we came up with a method to make ourselves happier”

The captain passed near me, closing in. I gulped, and fixed my stand and he exhaled a booming laugh; his breath was foul of alcohol and seafood and I had to hold myself from making a face.

“ So since you are more than usual, I decided to be generous and let the crew enjoy the right to some of you and vote about suggestions. Which Me and Jeff reviewed and wrote down on the papers in this hat.” One of the pirates handed the captain a hat with a few small pieces of paper inside. “In this hat lies your fate for the next week after which you will officially be a part of us! Real SeaMen!”

“Woohoo!”

“Yeah! “

“Heheheh”

“hahahah!”

Booming noise and cheering exploded around us and the captain let it simmer for a moment.

“So without keeping everyone’s balls blue anymore. Let’s start!“ he made a signal for us to come.

One by one we passed, each getting one paper out of the hat.

After we finished, the captain made us a sign and we opened them all at the same time.

My Paper read “Captain’s Service”.

I stared confused.

“ Ah, I see you are confused about the tasks given. Welp I guess I need to explain it” he laughed “Can the one with the ‘Captain’s service’ duty pass upfront so we can give a demonstration?” He gave us a signal.

I gulped and passed upfront.

As soon as I was next to him, the captain grabbed me in a headlock. So close to his pit, the captain’s smell assaulted me in waves. God, why hasn’t he taken a bath yet! He didn’t seem to care though as he started to bruise my hair with his other hand.

“Oh Lad, I’m going to have so much fun with you soon” He told me. Just as he continued, it seemed like he remembered something, as he stopped and called out “Hey Jeff, pass me the thing! The sooner the better!”

Jeff quickly rushed and passed the captain something; a small blue bottle with a red liquid inside. The captain quickly passed it to me, there was little liquid on it, like a shot.

“You’ll have to drink that lad, you can choose not to but I wouldn’t recommend it”.

I gulped the thing quickly. It tasted bitter and I made a face. The captain smiled.

“Poor guy!”

“No! I wanted that one!”

“Be kind captain! Or not!” Jeff joked.

Booming laughter and noise and many more reactions exploded. And soon the captain started to talk again.

“ You see lads, I found that this winter I have been experiencing some troubles due to the cold temperatures. I can’t shit without freezing my ass, not to think about my poor willie!” He moved his hips suggestively.

“So I came up with a solution, why freeze my underparts when there’s a perfectly good and warm toilet right here that I can use? And perfectly adjusted to human comfort too” He squeezed me harder.

Oh gahd. He was not suggesting… I felt a pit in my stomach as reality dawned on me. I couldn’t even hear the ruckus building on the back.

It must have reflected in my face, because the captain instantly turned to me with a wide grin. He released me from the headlock and manhandled me with both arms, his grip strong as iron as I was forced to look him in the eyes.

“So what do you say lad, the easy way or the hard way? I’m up for both and I don’t think you want the plank after so much time here, am I right?”

I shook my head.

“ Then kneel lad, I’m pissing myself and up for a demonstration” He laughed as he pushed my shoulders down, my knees giving up before I could caught myself. I stared up at him; he was grinning.

At waist eye level, I found watching the captain untying his belt. Slowly, ever so slowly - As if giving an expectable - humiliatingly I waited and as he finally pulled his pants just below the balls I stared at a humongous example of a cock. It was long, It was wide, it was hairy and it had a pungent smell of sweat and pee and cum.

It twitched.

“What are you waiting lad? Go down on it! I’m freezing!” He swinged his hips, dickslapping me in the face hard enough to leave my cheek tingling. A red mark surely on my face. “Lad, if you don’t go down on it by the time of three I will show you the hard way”

“One”

“Down on it! Down on it! Down on it!” The crew cheered

“Two” I stared at it, the warm smell hitting me in the face.

“Just do it David! You don’t want the Captain mad!”

“Down on it! Down on it!”

“Thre-“

Before he finished the sentence I was already opening my mouth, taking the monster inside of me - I felt it in slow motion - descending upon the captain’s cock as I opened my mouth and took it as deep as I could in a single motion.

“ Ahh~, good job, that sure hits a spot. But you can do better” He pushed my head down on him, as his still soft cock went down my throat and my nose buried under his hairy pelvis. I inhaled through my nose, his stench filling me inside and I swear I could taste it as he squeezed my hair “Good good”

“But still not what I want from you lad, I want you to open your mouth more and put my balls IN” he said, squeezing my jaw. I opened my mouth more and tried to get them in, but all I could achieve forcing myself to the limit was to get my tongue out.

I whimpered.

“Oh well, that’ll have to do. Keep your tongue out as much as you can so my balls can have a blanket okay? We’ll solve this problem soon enough”. I did as I was told. I had a big tongue and so after I got most of it out I unfortunately by luck managed to cover most of his musty balls.

“Finally” He said, he took a swig of a bottle someone had passed to him as if to remind me of my destiny, he then squared his footing, opening his legs and yanking me with his movement. He then took my hair pushing me in as he thrusted.

“Ah- Aaaah~” He sighed in relief. “This was a great idea”

A hot liquid started to flow in my mouth and throat, burning me. It was bitter and hot, as expected from someone who drank regularly, and its smell filled my nose and mouth; my breath was going to suffer. His dick started swelling, both from the pee and from the pleasure he clearly was enjoying by debasing me.

It was a long and generous piss, one of those which even the person peeing doesn’t know when it’s gonna end. Eventually it ended, but even as it did he didn’t just pull it out - no - he waited, getting comfortable and enjoying the feeling of my warm mouth around his dick on a winter night, as if I was just a tool meant to heat his cock.

“Suck the rest” he commanded, and soon I reluctantly sucked the remaining urine out of his urethra and chugged the last droplets of pee from his cock. “Convenient” he said and smiled at his own joke.

He finally got out, slapping me in the cheek two times with his dick as if to clean himself on me, again.

“You go lad! It wasn’t so hard was it?” He said as he raised his pants. The crowd cheered.

“ Are you crazy? And I have to do that for a week?!” I screamed, and as soon as it escaped my mouth I knew of my error. I went pale and inclined my head hoping for forgiveness.

It was silent for a single moment as I looked up.

He met my eyes and smiled, a sadist grin that promised nothing good.

“I was hoping you would ask” I gulped, the taste of the aftermath still in my mouth.

“No lad, you don’t have to do just that” He turned to the crew, his voice booming as he asked “Tell me boys, what else does a man do on the toilet?”

The crew responded. Cheering laughter, pity and thrill filling the crowd.

“Well it’s called shitter and not pisser for a reason Cap!”

“Well of course, shit!”

“Releasing the beast captain!”

“Takin’ a big ol’ crap of course”

Variants of this answer sounded all around, as his crew seemed to seal his destiny he couldn’t help but feel a pit deep into his stomach, already expecting what’s to come.

“Well you heard them didn’t you? I’ve been holding back for a while but since you seem so eager to do a full demonstration of your duties then that makes it all the easier!”

The pit in my stomach deepened. I whimpered quietly, no more than a squeak; that seemed to encourage him, as his smile widened and his eyes burned in a cruel light.

��You’re in for a ride lad, I haven’t been able to take a crap in days with this cold” He paused, and the pirates laughed, finding drunken amusement in the suffering. “Can someone pass us some rags for the boy to lie down?”

Someone rushed down and quickly threw a blanket made of rags, it was dirty - dirtier than usual - with stains and a strong smell of fermented sweat.

“Perfect! Now lie down, take off your shirt and put it behind your head boy, I want direct contact for maximum heat and comfort and I won’t have you getting a pillow dirty” I looked up at him, and at his huge size.

I took off my shirt, and then my pants and the rest of my clothes leaving me only in my stained white underwear. I expected I would need the extra support.

“ That’s the attitude!” The captain said as I laid down. “Now’s my turn”

The captain squatted in front of my face, pulling down the back of his pants to reveal the underwear he was wearing.

“I did you a favor before, but it’s your duty after all so you take it off” I leaned, raising my hands as he slapped them away “With your teeth” he threatened.

Straining myself, practically doing a push up to reach the dirty briefs with my mouth and using my teeth to catch them. As I bit down on them, an acrid taste entered my mouth. I tried to pull them down in one go but to no avail. I went up again, feeling the heat on my face as I tried and failed. His unwashed underwear was between my teeth as his big buttocks impeded the tight briefs from going down and I wondered If he chose them for this exact reason.

I had to get closer, pushing my face against his ass and I felt a slimy substance sticking to my face. ‘Don’t think about it, don’t think about it’. Up and down I rubbed against his ass, changing position to reveal his crack and ass. My nose rubbed against his crack many times as I had to be close to it to find purchase. I was notified with a yank when my job was done.

“ Good good, now lie down and stick out your tongue!” The captain said.

I lied down and soon his newly revealed ass covered my whole vision. It was hairy and I could feel his heat increase as he descended, the smell was intense and I thought I could see rests of shit forming clumps in his asshair. Soon he took seat.

He moved around, humping my face until my tongue was in direct contact with his anus.

“Now lick it, I want to relax” he commanded.

I refused, I couldn’t. The smell was already bad and I couldn’t imagine how bad it would taste.

“I said lick it lad!” He moved across my face, putting more weight into me and pressing me against the floor. “If you think this is bad lad then you don’t know what’s coming, defy me for a single moment and I’ll make sure every one of the marines take a turn on you AFTER I finish”

I made a pathetic sound and I reluctantly stuck my tongue out, and started licking. As soon as I did, a booming fart boomed on my face, burning my tongue and making me lightheaded. I trashed about instinctively but he didn’t budge, his weight pressing me to the floor.

“Bahahaha! That was a good one, but I’m not satisfied with this anymore lad. You should be thankful you were assigned to me. And so to show your eagerness you will stick your tongue in, helping me directly to loose up my insides so I can take a good shit, and don’t even think about sticking it out for any reason unless I say so”

I cried a little as I stuck my tongue into his asshole, the taste was horrid and the smell was already ínstense from shit and sweat.

“Ahh that feels good lad, now I can finally focus on my business. How hard was it to behave as a good ass heater eh? Now maintain those lips sealed good” He laughed, joined by the rest of the pirates.

Soon the onslaught began.

I felt his ass tighten against my tongue and the loosen as the first fart came. It filled my cheeks and came out of my nose as I tasted the smell of something that must’ve been building for a while.

He wasn’t lying when he said he hadn’t crapped in a while.

“THPPTPHTPHPHHPH”

“Prrrprrt”

“Frrt”

It continued, hot farts vibrating against my tongue and burning my mouth.

“Pfft” the putrid smell of the silent fart filled me, and I was filled with nausea - but even then the gagging didn’t come - soon something touched my tongue.

“Ungh “ the Captain grunted, “Pull your tongue out, and put it underneath my hole as a bridge lad, I know you have those lips sealed but I can feel this is a big one and I don’t want any mess” he said struggling.

Soon enough my tongue was placed under his convulsing asshole.

“Ungh, ghg. Grrngh.” I felt his weight descend on my head, pressing my face as his cheeks expanded and contracted with effort. “ Prepare yourself lad! I can’t stop now!”

I Inhaled deeply, the putrid air filling me, and with a last fart as warning as he pushed and a giant turd monster came out.

The captain grunted.

It was huge, and after a short moment it was already filling my mouth as my lips stretched to try and fit it in. It slipped through my tongue and directly into my throat, a taste bitter and putrid like no other filling me.

It was acrid and salty, and nausea filled me again as it filled me; and it did. There was no place in my mouth empty as the slimy yet firm turd slided down me. It was as if I was nothing but a pipe for the thing to pass through.

I thrashed about my legs, twitching as it filled my throat and I found my hands finding purchase on the captain’s gigantic legs as I panicked.

“Ggh, It’s a giant! I’m sorry son It seems my genius surpassed me! I planned to give you some time to chew but this is a monster! You’ll have to take it in one go! I’ll try to make it fast but *pffft* Ungh, this will be a hard one!” He pushed, his glutes every movement pressuring against my head.

The log continued to come, sliding down my tongue and into my throat, scraping against my mouth. It was the kind of shit that clogged a toilet and now I was on the lowest end of the deal.

“Ungh, fuck” the captain cursed, he leaned down, grabbed my arms and pulled. Hard. “Ugh!”

“Mmh! Mmm!” I tried to make a sound but found myself choked. He pulled harder, as if he was trying to close the distance between my mouth and whatever he had inside of him.

“Pfft” “Prppt” farts inflated my cheeks and more shit came out.

“Argh! The captain pulled my arms. Using me as a support point so he could push harder his log into my mouth.

My arms hurt, my mouth hurt, and my throat ached. It was the most grueling humiliating experience I’ve ever had.

I was lightheaded. Time had passed and I didn’t know how I had survived so much without air as the giant shit I struggled to swallow continued almost descending on its own.

But with a final tug on my arms I thought would pull them out of their sockets. The other end of the turd came.

“Arrgh!”

“PRpptpt” A fart and a small amount of runny shit entered my mouth.

“ Haa Haa haa… that was hard” Panting above me, the captain’s grip relaxed, seemingly relieved. He leaned back crushing my head as if forgetting I was there. Then seemingly remembering me he spoke “Oh, chew that for now, I’ll stay here”

I chewed and swallowed, now truly tasting the awful shit I had just been subjected to but wanting nothing more than to finally end the ordeal.

“That had to be one of the biggest I’ve had, shame I can’t really see it” he rambled.

As I finished, the Captain spoke to me once more.

“Lick me clean boy” he said tired. I did as I was told, the surface of my tongue felt every single hair and clump as I did, the lump of muscle palpitating. “Ohh, that feels good boy, you can’t imagine how hard that was.”

For real? He makes me pass through all that and the first thing he thinks is about how much he suffered?!

He stopped, thinking “Once you finish, continue massaging my anus, it really aches after that whole ordeal, you get me right?”

“Mmmm!” I cried, trying to protest.

“Great! your face is comfortably warm lad and I really have to catch my breath and relax after that”

his stomach grumbled

“Prrpttpt” a wet fart assaulted me, my face bouncing but I fought through it and continued cleaning.

“Don’t forget to stick it in boy” I inserted my tongue to clean his hole from the inside. His intestines pulsing.

Minutes passed, and after a time that seemed to extend without end and a few more silent farts the captain finally stood up.

Pulling up his pants he stared at me. My face was hot and red, humid from sweat that wasn’t just mine. I reeked.

“Stand up and go to my quarters and rest boy, this was a great demonstration of your duties. But there are still 6 days left and I want you available at all times, I’ll finish giving the others their tasks for now”

I slowly stood up, and the captain clapped my back.

The crew cheered. They laughed and thrashed about.

I walked, shamefully, to the captain quarters.

Just before entering I looked back.

Wondering

Which will be their duties?

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princeofthenight420 · 3 months ago

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An Office Interview (Part 3)

(Might be a bit grosser than the previous 2 parts)

Mr Brown

You stood there, hand on the entrance door handle, terrified to walk inside again, getting horrible flashbacks to your interview. Once you’d gotten home that day, it’d taken a good hour to even get close to washing the lingering stench off you. After this had happened, you’d told your stepdad that you didn’t want to go back. However, he hadn’t listened and drove you here anyway, no matter how much you begged him not to. But you were here now, and didn’t seem to have any other option. So, you took a deep breath of clean air and headed inside.

Surprisingly, the main reception area didn’t smell as bad as you were expecting, although you don’t remember it smelling that bad the day before either. As you nervously looked around the room, hoping you could sneak in and hide in the broom closet for the rest of the day, you heard a voice call out to you.

“Ahh, you’re finally here.” Called out a voice from behind you. You saw a man sat down behind a desk, with a monitor upon it, whom you slowly approached. He seemed to be as large and beefy as the other men you’d met previously. He wore a blue suit with a red tie and had brown hair that lay slickly combed atop his head. “A little late, but we’ll overlook it, as it is your first day. It says here that you’re booked with Mr Brown for today.” The man said, looking at the monitor. Booked in, were they really treating you like a piece of equipment, for their putrid gas? “Let’s hope he hasn’t stocked up on too much breakfast this morning, otherwise you might not even make it to the end of the day.” The secretary said, with a cruel grin. You gulped at the thought of having to go through the hell that was yesterday again.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

You jumped in shock at the sound of the obvious fart. Whilst it was muffled by his chair, the secretary still had a noticeable wince on his face, before relaxing and sighing. “Ahh, I know I did.” This sight made you even more petrified, even though you could barely smell it (thanks to the cushion in his seat), the sound alone was mortifying.

“Ahh, good, there you are.” You heard a voice, that made you freeze up and turn around slowly. There you saw Mr Brown heading towards you, in a grey suit, still almost towering over you. “Thank you for notifying me. Now, chop, chop, I have a busy day ahead of me. Take a pen and notepad from Mr Blake would you, I have a few things I need you to take down.” You whirled around to see the Secretary now holding a pen and paper towards you, still grinning. You felt nervous to take it, until you heard Mr Brown call out: “Today please!” With such a commanding voice, that you didn’t dare feel like disobeying him. You grabbed the objects and quickly followed after him.

“Now, first of all, write down that I have a meeting at 2pm, and a meet up with Mr Shortland at 4pm.” You were a little confused as to why it was up to you to write this down, but again you didn’t dare question him. As you continued, on through, he gave you other things to write about, before he stopped mid-sentence, as well as mid stride. You were about to ask why, when suddenly:

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT!

A vibrating echo, in the sound of lawn mower, bounced around the walls. Along with this, because you were unfortunately behind him, the blast went directly into your face, as well as your nostrils. There was a horrible scent of cheese and mouldy veg that made you want to gag. Mr Brown however, seemed completely unfazed by this and let out a small sigh of relief before continuing with his list. But you couldn’t, you needed at least a few seconds to recover. Mr Brown looked back at you with a displeased look on his face.

“I would like you to get a move on please.” You nodded, still refraining your gags and tried to catch up with him. You could only imagine it would be worse for you if you didn’t do as asked. As you tried to move on from the stench, he suddenly stopped again, and pointed his large butt out a bit, making his suit pants strain a little.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

You didn’t even have time to fully brace yourself as it shot out his backside. There was an even stronger, disgusting cheesy stink about it, that made your feel to gag grow stronger. Mr Brown stood back up fully and let out a small sigh again.

“Damm Hashbrowns.” You heard him mutter to himself. “We need to make a stop.” And before you could ask about it, he began striding off down the hall. Again, you tried to catch up to him, to not get stuck in his fart cloud. However, you stopped once you realised you were both approaching a toilet cubicle. You stopped in terror. You didn’t know how long you’d have to wait outside. What if someone else came along and tormented you, or worse, took you back to their office?

“Can you take a letter for me?” Mr Brown, asked as he put his hand on the cubicle door. You were a little confused as to why he asked you this now, and not after he was finished. “Come along, I need to get it down while it’s in my mind.” He demanded at you, but you just stared back in almost disbelief. Surely, he didn’t mean what you thought he meant. You couldn’t go in there with him. You still remembered the stink of Steven’s aftermath from just your first day. “Now please!” Mr Brown demanded again, and you found yourself following him inside, a decision you knew you’d regret.

The bathroom itself was surprisingly clean, though you wish you could say the same about the lingering smell. You began trying your hardest to breathe as little as possible. As you were looking around, you heard the sound from behind you of Mr Brown unbuckling his belt and letting his pants fall to the ground. You then the thud of his giant ass landing on the toilet seat. You wanted to keep your back to him, as for one, not to breach on his privacy (despite being in the room with him already) and two, it wasn’t a sight you wanted to see.

“Can you turn around? I prefer working face to face.” Mr Brown demanded. You gulped and turned to see him sat upon the toilet, with his pants round his ankles, staring at you with no shame on his face. “Good, now let’s begin. *Ahem* Dear Evan’s Inc. …”

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRTTTTTTTT

As you began scribbling down, a dark fart reverberated into the toilet bowl, making you flinch. You cringed a little but were thankful that his body was blocking the scent from spreading around the room. You began scribbling down, whilst still trying to hold your breath.

“We’re writing to you in order to discuss our displeasure with your recent actions.” As he was saying this, you heard a streaming noise coming from beneath him. It was a fierce sounding one to, like almost everything else about him. “Despite this, we are still wishing to give one last chance.”

FFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTT! PLUNK!

You tried desperately to hold in your disgust as the sound of a solid object dropped into the water. You continued to scribble down everything he asked, hoping it would distract you from the awful sounds, and smells. It didn’t seem to be working that well though unfortunately. And then, to make things worse, Mr Brown began grunting loudly yet still continued to give you instructions on what to write.

“We have been satisfied with your deals in the past. For this we will… hgn… keep pushing and… gnnn… straining until we can make a deal.”

BBBBBBLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRTTTTTT! KA-PLOOSH!

You were startled by the sound of what seemed like a boulder dropping into a pool. This wasn’t even mentioning the smell. It was starting to get too much for you.

“If you displease us again, we’ll resort to more… hgnnnn… drastic measures.”

PARRRP PLOP! KU-PLUNK! SPLOOOSH!

The series of plops, combined with the already repugnant gas, was horrible. You were barely managing to keep on your feet, as your vision was growing fuzzy. You managed to write down his signings before passing down on the ground.

You woke up to pretty scary sight. It seemed like Mr Browns large ass, now with his suit pants pulled back up, was squatted down in front of your face. His behind was so large, this it looked like it was going to tear through the seam at any second. You didn’t even have time to react, as you still felt woozy from the stench, before getting a full-face blast.

BBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

You bounced awake, coughing violently, the stink of cheese and crap occupying your nose. Mr Brown stood back up, looking as stern as ever.

“Good you’re awake. I want to thank you for taking that letter down for me. Although I am displeased that you passed out on me. If it happens again, I shall have to force you to smell my displeasure more than once. And I doubt you’d want that would you, especially after taking a dump like that?” Despite your head still not being fully active, you quickly shook your head, still feeling scared of him.

“Good, now come along, for I have a meeting in a few minutes, and still have some post-dump gas left over.” He stated, heading out the door, but not before letting out a loud, sharp quack out his backside. You groaned in disgust, as you got up and followed after him. This was going to be a long day.

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princeofthenight420 · 5 months ago

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Diarrhea Accident on Aisle 27

Mike Mike's afternoon at the mall had taken a sudden, unpleasant turn. What started as a leisurely stroll through the shops had devolved into a full-blown intestinal emergency. His stomach, once content, now churned with a relentless urgency. The once-familiar scent of popcorn and freshly baked pretzels had morphed into a nauseating trigger, heightening his distress.

Panic began to set in as he dashed through the mall, his eyes scanning for any sign of a restroom. Each passing minute felt like an eternity, the pressure in his lower abdomen growing with every step. He weaved through crowds of shoppers, apologizing profusely as he bumped into startled individuals. His face, flushed and beaded with sweat, betrayed his internal turmoil.

A glimmer of hope appeared as he spotted a towering Target store. With renewed determination, he sprinted towards the entrance, his heart pounding in his chest. He burst through the sliding doors, the cool air offering little relief to his burning discomfort.

The store was a labyrinth of aisles, each one seemingly leading further away from salvation. Mike Mike's desperation grew as he raced down the rows, his eyes darting frantically for a restroom sign. His breathing became labored, his vision blurring at the edges.

Just as he thought he couldn't endure another moment, a restroom sign loomed into view. With a surge of adrenaline, he sprinted towards the designated area, his pants already beginning to loosen at the waist.

As he reached the restroom door, a wave of nausea swept over him. He fumbled with the handle, his trembling fingers struggling to grasp the cold metal. With a final, desperate push, he swung the door open, only to find a line of people waiting patiently.

Despair consumed him. He couldn't wait. He couldn't hold it any longer. In a moment of sheer panic, he turned away from the restroom, his mind racing for a solution. He spotted an empty aisle, a secluded corner hidden from view. With a resigned sigh, he knew he had to act.

With a swift motion, he pulled down his pants but as he squatted down trying to pull his boxers below his buttocks, A low rumble echoed from within him, a precursor to the impending disaster. And then, it happened. A violent expulsion of waste erupted from his anus, a torrent of brown liquid and solid matter spraying into his boxers as it poured onto the floor.

The stench was overwhelming, a putrid odor that filled the air. Mike Mike, his face contorted in agony, stood up in the middle of the aisle, his body wracked with uncontrollable spasms. The once-peaceful aisle was now a scene of utter chaos, a testament to the power of a desperate man's bowels.

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princeofthenight420 · 5 months ago

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Wonho ‘The Titan’ : A tale of a helpless seat

Post Contains: Facesitting, Facefarting, waterboarding with sweat, smothering, Fartsniffing

"Ahh damn!" Wonho came into his kitchen moaning. The muscular legend had just finished an intense leg day at the gym, not stopping until his glutes couldn't take anymore. After such a session, he could barely bring himself to shower and didn't want to deal with his stench while doing some work. Good thing he had someone to take care of his glutes and scent at least, you! When you had run into him at his local gym, you secretly took a quick pic of his bare ass and posted it. Not long after, his team had tracked you down and threatened to sue. Instead, Wonho asked if you'd like to work for him, unpaid but with living and food taken care of. Naturally, you took the latter without any idea that it would involve serving him. Since then, he had to have a personal gym installed in the large spare garage of his home. As for you? You were essentially his personal maid for a few months. Spending most of his time on work and maintaining his Greek statue like body meant that a maid was greatly needed.

"HEY BOY!! Get into position for glute time!" You hear the man roar from the kitchen down stairs. Your heart dropped to your stomach and your breathing got more rapid. This was by far the most devious thing he'd have you do. You'd have to lay down in his bedroom and place your head firmly on top of his favorite bean bag chair. This one was twice as big as the regular ones and was pitch black. He used this as normal desk chair hot worn out super frequently with his superior glutes and gas. Next, you would wait and stay still until Wonho entered the room dripping with sweat. He'd take his place on your face and complete any digital work he had to get out of the way, still wearing his skintight grey compression shorts drenched with ass sweat. Despite the routine, this session would be the worst you ever suffered. With you laid down and ready for the sweaty session to come, Wonho enters in all his glory. With only the dim LED lights in his bedroom, the hallway light radiated in to highlight the muscular titans frame. Light reflecting from every drop of sweat just enhanced his godly appearance, which was now approaching rapidly until he finally stood above. You heard some clicks on the mouse and keyboard as he got his setup sorted. Still entranced by his godly frame and bubble butt you get quickly snapped out of it when a sudden fart erupts. "Didn't even plan that one!" He laughs as you gag on the fart, not even point blank and yet still powerful. "Okay, imma let you take a deep breath before I sit down. Ready for me to take my place? Too bad if you aren't, my legs are aching, so imma sit anyway." You take a deep inhale, cut off by his compression short clad ass. With such sore legs, he couldn't care for making his descent slow. Instead, the impact on your head was astronomical and depleted any oxygen you just acquired as his session begins.

The fabric of his shorts rubs against your nose as his crack begins to slowly swallow it. On both sides of your face, you felt the cooler room air disappear as the warm glutes started to consume your face, crawling around your head as if it was on a mission to consume more protein. Finally, the moving settles, and his ass meets the beanbag chair. Now, the true test began. His weight crushed your face deeper into the soft moldable chair until you were as deep as you could go. You hear muffled voices as he begins his calls to the managers. Soon, your focus is drawn away from the muffled calls and instead, the issue of his compression shorts basically waterboarding you took priority. They are drenched in sweat from the gym and almost fully saturated. This resulted in each inhale simply being a nose full of ass sweat, stinking sticky sweat at that. After a few more minutes of this, you give up and try to fight for a little breath of air. You reach up from the floor and try to push at his thighs to shift him slightly. Your hands paled in comparison to his trunk like thighs. This combined with the last 15 minutes of no proper air meant you had the strength of a child. Despite this, you continue your useless pushing for a few minutes until you accidentally squeeze a muscle and cause wonho to moan in pain. "Ahh... fuckk... you little seat should be grateful for this instead of trying to hurt me! Oh well, you must be punished now!" The words make you fear what is to come and with good reason. He contracts his glutes and squeezed tightly, crushing your insignificant face in his compressing crack. Your arms instantly fall to the ground, and you flail around. Your mouth is squeezed open, and your cheeks sink into your mouth as the room began to reduce rapidly. Your nose had nowhere to go but deeper, straining against his compression shorts worse than ever before allowing the fabric to inflict a little burn on the tip.

You thought he was going to crack your head open...in reality that might've been better. The now compressed crack began to rapidly heat up as a loud roar erupts from the giant. The protein fart worms its way around the restricted space and through the shorts into your open mouth and nostrils. You begin inhaling rapidly. It might be the most foul protein fueled fart you ever experienced, but at least it was finally air. Well, that's what you think. You can barely hear the moans of Wonho above the thunderous fart or through his meaty cheeks but get enough of a hint of it to know it was a moan for pleasure. This was his first proper fart of the day, specifically saved for you, and you had no choice but to inhale it. At the twenty-second mark, you begin to slow down your inhales, destroyed by the filtered fart as it didn't provide much relief and still pushed his ass sweat up your nose. Despite your slowly fading body, his fart continued and went for a full thirty seconds before spluttering out. An ending you had passed out before experiencing.

"Ughh.....yeaahhh...damn, that's nice!!" These were the words you reawaken to. You were still in the same position, but now Wonho was squatting about a foot from your face, farting rapidly as his prior thirty second bomb clearly burst the dam of gas wide open. Now, with the ability to actually breathe, you got to smell his gas properly in its dense heated form, clearly an evil concoction of his days worth of protein dense food. "Oh good, you're awake again. You were out for about half an hour. So I thought I'd be nice and lift off and allow you to live. The good news is that my farts are all coming out now, so imma need you to be a good fart sniffer and get them all okay?"He laughs as he lets out another rip, shorter and wetter sounding from the others. "Su...sure thing, boss. You stutter out as the sight of his compression short ass gives hints of ptsd, almost killing you already tonight. "Great! Imma get comfortable again then!" His words barely finish before his ass is on you again. Just like before, your nose sinks between the massive cheeks, this time almost reaching his hole. Had it not been for the restricting fabric of his shorts, you'd probably reach it.

For a few moments, there is an unsettling silence. Only the faint sound of his wet fabric rubbing against your facial cheeks could be heard. Then, the rumbling of his stomach and digestive system followed as the barrage of farts brewed and made their way to his hole. "Fuck take these farts...take them alll...yup sniff like a wild animal!" He moans as he clicks on his keyboard, struggling to type any of his emails. So far, you are able to keep up, inhaling his gas through your nostrils and exhaling through your mouth rapidly in order to get all the farts. This works for the first fifteen minutes of his endless barrage. But gradually his now eggy farts outpace you and overflow your lungs with gas. Exhaling through your mouth was also as it flows right up his crack again and only added to the heat and force of air.

Now desperate yet again for a break, you try inhaling every second fart so that his horrid gas didn't flood your body. The new strategy was working, and you felt a little relief. Sure, it meant that you needed to take larger inhales to get his consecutive farts but it was more barely than trying to keep up with him. This continued to work for almost ten minutes before a new hurdle emerged. "Ughh.....yeaaahh...finally!" Wonho moans as a thirty second long bassy fart erupts. Even with his shorts on, it shook your face with ease as you tried to hold your breath. After what seems like a lifetime, it ends. Then, the second fart burst out. Just as bassy, and just as long. At the halfway mark, you decided to start inhaling, having held your breath for roughly 45 seconds. The initial inhale was easy, but then the lingering stench of his ginormous eruption hit you. You flailed beneath him, barely able to move. All the while, you still had to sniff his potent protein farts as their eggy scent flooded you.

"Okay, boy, I know you're struggling, so how about you make sure I don't get a whiff of my farts as I finish my emails and I'll give you a break? I've only got three left, you think you can be a good little fart sniffer and do that?" He laughs as he gentle grinds down, rubbing his sweaty fabric around your face. You simply tap his thigh twice, still rapidly taking large sniffs of his endless eggy storm for minutes ago. "Good boy!" He says as he farts yet again. Tears begin rolling down your face as he continues to fart with more speed than before. Unknown to you was that he had figured out your little strategy almost immediately, detecting fewer inhale against his hole. Deciding to shake things up, he saved the bulk of his gas for these last ten minutes. The effects of which you were experiencing. "Damn, I got a good little skilled seat, absorbing all my gym and gas smells!" He laughs, showing his happiness with a few bounces. These bounces realign your nose so that its tip is bent upwards and back, exposing your round nostrils directly into the firing line.

"Okay...I've only got one email left to do and a few farts still in the tank...for now at least. You be a good fart sniffer and make sure I don't smell any before I finish?" Wonho asks as if you had any way to avoid him. The first erupts and shakes you face with its intensity. Powerful and enormous, it blasted the sweat from his shorts right up your nose as the eggy air crawled through your nostrils. You do your best to inhale the vile fart, taking two individual breathes to get it all. Barely finished his first one, you hear the rumbling above you yet again. What follows will forever give you nightmares, or maybe wet dreams. "Ohh shit this is a big one. Deep whiffs!" The titan moans.The second bursts through his hole and immediately fills his crack. You begin to inhale, but the stench is unholy, clearly powered by his abundant consumption of protein milk. Within a few seconds, you stop inhaling. Half because of how bad it was shaking your facial features, hald because the smell felt like a corrupting force. Only at the ten second mark do you begin to inhale again as the stinking air surrounds your face, making it feel like it's melting. Unfortunately, the fart now transitions to a more airy flow. Although not as face shattering in force, the stench grew in potency as it seemed to come from the deepest depths of his bowels. Now, you can sense hints of his meaty diet. The bacon and sausages he had this morning, and the burger he likely had for lunch. At the twenty-second mark, you are already defeated, but the super fart continues.

You just lay there, consumed by Wonhos compression short clad ass, allowing the fart to fill you. It comes to a spluttering end, wetter than ever in its last ten seconds as the moisture from his hole adds to its sound and smell. "And do....I...I...I smell my gas! What did we agree? You sniff all my gas, and I'd let you go. Oh well, now I guess you don't get your little break!" He groans, both disappointed you couldn't take his gas, and happy about what was about to happen. You wonder what he was going to do as he simply sat there for a few minutes, no noise and no movement. Then your face began to heat up again, almost melting like during his last fart. Determined to live, you start to 'attack' his thighs. In reality, your energy resulted in little taps. "No...no. Only good fart sniffers get to demand a little break, and you are definitely not a good fart sniffer. Take my silent face melter!" He laughs as he is aware of just how hot his gas is.

Finally, you feel the weight removed as he stands up. The light was still shining in from the hallway and highlighted his massive glistening back. "Oh, you're still conscious, that'll make this more fun!" Wonho laughs. You watch desperately as he reaches for a pillow and sets it down beside the beanbag chair. Then he approaches you and lifts your lifeless frame onto the floor, gently setting you head onto the flat pillow before standing above your chest and looking back down at you. "Try not to scream, keep your air so this lasts a while!" He smirks before grabbing the waist band on his shorts and pulling them down. As he bends over and his godly glutes expand, the hall light shines on them. You are almost blinded. His lightly tanned ass, covered in sweat and completely hairless, lit up as if you were at the gates of heaven. Despite such a bend over, his cheeks were massive, and his crack seemed endless.

"Nighty night seat." He laughs as he drops to his knees. Immediately, your face is engulfed. Without his shorts restricting his ass, the mounds of well toned yet fatty flesh wrapped around you head, your nose gliding deep with sweat easing its travel to the centre of Wonho You begin to twitch your leg, trying to signal your need for mercy. "Sniff this one...it might be your last one fart boy!" Immediately the dam that was his moist hole burst and a large stream of gas rushed out. Now completely point blank with now saturated fabric in the way, the Titans gas showed just how deadly it was. You inhale involuntarily, almost as if you were programmed to do. In spite of the thickness of his gas, it was necessary, your last hopes at living as it flooded your lungs.

Halfway through the fart he began bouncing heavily. Leaning forward to his legs made a 90⁰ angle, shins flat on the ground with his feet just past your head, and his thighs straight up. Once again, the light reflects and almost blinds you as you continue to hear new farts bubble out, sounding muffled due to his thick fatty and muscular cheeks. Then came the rapid descent. You couldn't even prepare as his ass was light up so bright. His glutes mould around once more, and a loud squelch is let out as the sweat acts as lube. The impact shakes your body, and his hole is a few inches from your mouth now. Then he raises again, exactly the same. Again, he drops, shaking your lifeless frame and farting just as he makes contact with your skin. The combined actions of his ass sliding around, consuming your face, and his fart bubbling out and down into your mouth made it seem like a helium baloon was deflating. Now, able to taste his protein fart you gag and shake violently. Wonho smirks as he senses your disgust. Slowly, his ten second fart fills you. You can't help but recall all his consumed food today that was now being recycled into you. Bacon, eggs, and sausage for breakfast. A protein shake a few hours later. A burger and fibre bar for lunch. A strawberry milkshake as a treat. Then today was his weekly beef day, so he likely had a steak with some cabbage. Finally, he was just back from the gym, so another protein shake was almost certain. By the time your mind stops with the horrific train of thought, his fart had ended, yet it would live forever on your tongue.

"One last one, boy. Any last words?" He asks, leaning up again. "Plea....please..."You try begging, but his fart still restricts you mouth movements. "Oh, right, I get it. Little fart sniffer wants me to sit down and clear my bowels fully? Too bad you didn't earn them all. Imma just sit full weight until you pass out and then unload the rest into your clothes so you forever remember to sniff all my farts when I say!" His ass rolls back one last time. The sadistic laughs send shivers down your spine as your vision slowly gets consumed, and your head disappears. Your arms struggle to flail, your body already given up before your mind. Just when it seems dreadfully, you feel movement. Wonho lifts his legs and straightens them out in front of him, tight on too of yours. You scream into the endless crack as you realise he is now full weight sitting on you. He wasn't even touching the ground anymore. Your face was his only souce of balance, and his ass was sinking around it fast. "Keep screaming. You might actually clean my ass for once!" These are the last words you hear before his ass hits the bottom of your ears, a mear 5mms from the floor. Finally, your nose touched his hole in all its sticky, moist, stinking, hot, and puckering glory. He sits for another twenty minutes as you slowly fade from consciousness, consumed by his ass. You never wanted this again, and yet Wonho smirked as he watched your boner pulse, even after fading, in fact he saw it the entire time and yet you didn't even realise you were turned on.

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princeofthenight420 · 5 months ago

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Hey, if it's not a problem, could you give us some headcannons on some Beastars characters as well, please?

Yeah, I'd love to! These are getting long though so under the read more it goes.

L.egoshi: He's a big dumb dog. Hunger and horny mix together to the point that he can't tell them apart. Accidental vore/Losing himself to instinct/Being easily convinced to eat others all lend themselves very well to this. But also I think he'd eat others for people he cares about, too--for instance, to protect them or to make himself more cuddly. On the flip side, he's really easy to convince to be willing prey for those he cares deeply about, tail wagging the whole way down. And while there are certainly instances where he could be unwilling prey, he'll be very whiny and submissive once he realizes that stomachs are much sturdier than they appear.

L.ouis: An herbivore that thinks himself equal if not greater than carnivores is going to act as such. Might take some time to get over the bellyaches but he'll get used to meat eventually. He'd probably consume carnivores near exclusively, though I don't think he'd deny himself the indulgence to snack on fellow herbivores if the mood strikes him. He's very defiant as prey, always going down fighting and making a big show of his resistance. Not very useful against your average carnivore but he refuses to make himself an easy meal. He'll shout and kick to the very end and do his best not to let his fear shine through.

R.iz: I like to think his philosophy on eating others is similar to how he tries to cope with T.em's death in canon--by believing that he's joined his prey together with him and they're now one. Sure, eating for him is still based on hunger and instinct, and he's definitely someone who'll stuff himself silly...but he still thinks what he's doing is a good thing. The right thing, even. Doesn't mean he won't go down fighting if someone were to turn the tables on him, though the hypocrisy will be lost on him. He'll settle down eventually once he's fully sealed away unless his predator did something to really piss him off. Or happened to be an herbivore...

B.ill: It's all about dominance for him. He's a big, tough carnivore--why shouldn't he eat like one, too? Doesn't have to be reserved to just herbivores, either! Smaller or weaker carnivores are below the food chain for him (though so is everyone else if you ask him) so he won't hesitate to put them in their place, too. He loves to show off when he can and feel that rush of power that comes with devouring another life. Course, this means he won't be the most agreeable prey. He'll roar and struggle for a good while but that fragile ego of his is bound to shatter eventually, and by then, he'll just be a pathetic, whimpering lump of meat to work over. Just depends on how long it takes for him to realize he's been bumped down a few notches in the food chain for good.

G.ouhin: He's a doctor in the black market who handles mostly aggressive carnivores. Of course, one of his main methods of handling that is showing them what it's like to be the meat they so badly crave. Is that a lesson that can be learned more than once? Completely depends. Other than that, he'll always take in willing prey. He'll make sure it's what they want but hey, if that's the life they wanna live, he's not going to let them go off and pick a worse predator. As a meal, he's one of two ways--if one manages to get him down fair and square, he'll most likely be huffy but accept his place. If one does something cheap like getting him by surprise, then he'll make for a much tougher meal. Indigestion is very possible with him.

P.ina: He's got a slightly different flavor of confidence compared to L.ouis. His good looks and borderline flirtatious behavior make it so he considers it an honor to be his food. Certainly, the type to try and sweet talk a meal down the hatch but not fully above getting a little rough if needed. He might complain a bit about the weight he has to work off later but sacrifices must be made. So, similarly, he'll try to talk his way out of a maw if it comes down to it. Very likely to not work, especially if he goes in head first, but his panicked wiggling won't do him any good. Too bad he likely tastes as good as he looks, doubt there's anything he could offer that'll keep him in one piece.

T.em: Okay, so he's barely a character but why should that stop me? Here's the vision--accidental vore, role reversal, and unwilling pred. Too busy screaming while some rabid carnivore lunges at him sends a big meal shooting down the hatch. Takes a tumble down the stairs with his would-be predator and he lands with a full gut and a headache. Or even just raw survival instinct taking over and making him turn the tables in a moment of pure panic before he even realizes what's going on. And then he's embarrassed by the end results and always tries to deny it. He's much more simple as prey, tends to just give in once he's down the hatch. Maybe it's the panic or the digestion but he usually accepts his place once the delirium sets in. Makes for an easy meal.

J.ack: Accidental vore on this one, too. Sometimes he eats before he thinks and whoops, that's a person in his stomach! Probably a bit bashful about it and apologetic but like...not enough to let them out. If they went down that easily, they'd probably just get nabbed by some other predator. At least J.ack will be nice about it! I also think he's another potential willing prey, so long as he's buttered up about it. Lots of compliments and niceties and he'll be settling in quick. Course, even if he's not willing, it doesn't take a lot of effort to get him to shut up and settle down so he's not a problem either way.

G.osha: I think he was a waaaay bigger pred in his youth, but old age and family life caught up on him and now he's not nearly as proactive. Still nabs himself a meal from time to time but he's a lot more secretive about it and would prefer if no one knew. It's embarrassing for a man his age to do something like that. He will eat others as an act of self-defense, though, or if he thinks they're a threat to his grandson. Otherwise, if he's the one being eaten, I think a lot of that survival instinct just goes out the door in favor of pure panic. The kind that just makes a guy freeze up and do nothing. But unless a pred is immune to it or has a real iron gut, komodo dragons are basically a walking stomachache.

Y.ahya: His diet is exclusively carnivores. He's L.ouis but worse, seeing himself as enacting justice by eating carnivores. He's very cold and unflinching about it, too. He even kinda likes it when he can make a carnivore crack and show him fear. So shows very little mercy to his meals because of that. That means he'll also fight to the end if he gets eaten, absolutely refusing to be food for a carnivore--or at least making them regret eating him. If an herbivore were the one to devour him, though, he'd likely be in too much shock for any effective resistance.

M.elon: He likes to get to know his meals first. Have them feel safe around him, consider him a friend or a confidant. Then he'll strike at complete random, devour them, and really soak in their fear and betrayal. Sure, he'll eat a random person here or there but it never does hit as well as eating someone that felt safe with him. As prey, though, he's not exactly...willing so much as he just doesn't care. If someone is able to get the jump on him first and actually get him down, then he'll let it happen. He's part gazelle, after all. This was always bound to happen eventually...

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princeofthenight420 · 5 months ago

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Gabe was in the center of the quartet of muscular, bound men. His erection leaked precum as he gazed at their perfectly rounded, huge bubble butts. He felt like a king, ready to feast and fuck on the bountiful offerings before him. His dick glistened with precum as he was unable to decide which ass he should dive in and devour first. He wished he could eat and fuck all four at once. The room was thick with the scent of butt-musk as each man waved their cheeky ass at Gabe, their way of begging him to pick them first.

Gabe leaned in, his warm breath caressing a smooth-shaved Adonis ass as he whispered sweet nothings to the plump, bouncy flesh. “Hello there, aren’t you finger licking good,” he murmured, his tongue tracing the crevice of the plump ass. “I’m going to devour you.” He motorboated the meaty cheeks, causing the man to giggle as his tight pussy tightened.

Moving to the next, Gabe found himself face to ass with a dark, tempting mountain of an ass, three sizes bigger than his head. “Ah, you’re looking particularly tasty tonight,” Gabe said mischievously as he attempted to spread the man’s cheeks wide, exposing the tight, pink hole. “I’m going to make you feel so good, I promise,” he cooed, before diving in for a deep, wet kiss that made the man’s toes curl.

The third butt belonged to a lean, athletic-built man with a slim waist that made his fuzzy ass cheeks look huge. Gabe licked his lips as he gazed at the bubble-butt man twerking in his face. “You’ll be the main course, peachy,” he murmured as he moved close, letting the man’s bouncing, fuzzy, ass cheeks smack him in the face again and again. “I could nuzzle up to your fuzzy peach and stay warm all winter long.” He gave the ass cheek an open-mouthed wet kiss, “Such a juicy peach.”

The final ass, and perhaps the most tantalizing of all, belonged to a caramel-toned man whose buttocks were so firm and full, they could have been sculpted by a master artisan. “And you,” Gabe growled, “you’re going to get it rough.” He smacked the man’s ass cheek, and it felt like marbled flesh, muscular and hard. “I’m going to pound you till you can’t think straight.” The man let out a muffled moan, his body quivering as he tried to push his ass closer to Gabe, begging for it.

Gabe's plan was simple: he would start by rimming each one, tasting their sweat pussies, and preparing them for the pounding they were about to receive. He'd lick and suck, his tongue exploring every crevice and hole until they were all begging for his dick.

But as Gabe leaned in, ready to rim his first of four butts, something unexpected happened. A low rumble echoed through the room, and the scent of a raunchy fart filled the air. Gabe's eyes widened in shock as he realized the sound had come from the ass facing him.

Gabe pulled back, stunned and slightly embarrassed. The men's laughter was instant, filling the room. Gabe felt his cheeks heat up, but before he could say a word, another butt released a fart, more powerful than the last blast. The smell was overwhelming, a noxious cloud that enveloped him. And another fart, and another, till all four men were fart blasting him.

He gagged as he fell back, trying to escape the farting asses, but the men just moved their asses closer, trapping him in a farting prison. All four men easily broke free from their bondage, since Gabe was not particularly good at tying knots – it was easy for the men to break free and go from submissive to dom quickly.

They looked over their shoulder at Gabe as they suffocated and smothered him with their giant butts. “You better devour my ass before it devours you,” one of the men said as he spread his ass cheeks and shoved Gabe’s face inside in time for a loud, bassy fart to erupt in his face.

Gabe’s entire face rattled inside the farting man’s ass cheeks. When he was pulled out, he was a sweaty, gagging mess, but he was given no time to recover.

“I think my peach has gone sour,” said another man as he farted in Gabe’s face. “Give it a sniff to check.” He rubbed his fuzzy, farting ass all over Gabe, rubbing the nasty scent all over him.

Gabe was knocked around like a ping pong ball on a string. He was getting very dizzy. The farts were his only source of air, and he gagged more than he breathed in.

“Give my pussy a kiss, Gabe,” said another man as he spread his meaty cheeks and blasted a noisy wet fart in his face. “Pucker up. My ass is gonna give you a wet kiss no matter what you say.”

Gabe was able to get one solid breath before being forced to kiss the man’s farting asshole. He was held there until he managed a good wet French kiss. It was the smelliest, wettest kiss he ever had.

“Look who’s gonna get it rough now.” Said the final man, looming his giant, muscular ass over Gabe’s face. “You won’t be able to think at all after I fart blast you to hell and back.” The man sat on Gabe’s face and smothered him while Gabe thrashed his arms and legs around. Once Gabe had sunk deep enough between the man’s ass cheeks and his nose and mouth had made contact with his puckering pussy, the man let loose an assault of farts that felt like a machine gun had gone off inside Gabe’s head. The noise and stink happened almost simultaneously. There was nothing Gabe could do to stop the nasty fumes from consuming him body and soul. “How’s it feel to be our fart bitch?”

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princeofthenight420 · 5 months ago

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Chorizo!

Work, errands , the gym it was exhausting but it's over now. Just one thing was left for it to be a complete day. A XXL burrito from Esteban's favorite truck would complete his day with a bang. An XXL Beef and bean burrito with Chorizo and hot sauce. A flavorful experience that filled his stomach and made the whole day worth it.

15 mins later and a lick of his fingers Esteban was done and ready to knock out.

Slowly walking into the lobby of his apartment building instinctually pulling down his pants, revealing his phat ass in his grey boxers. Each step jiggling cheeks stretching his boxers to the limit leaving nothing to the imagination. Not paying attention he walked into a group of people waiting for the elevator.

Annoyed, sweaty and too groggy to walk up the stairs he waited with them. The doors opened and everyone piled in Esteban being the last. The building was old, the elevator made its slow ascent, creaking as it goes.

gurgle

That burrito is making its way out.

rumble

The others in the elevator look forward at Esteban, the rumbles of his stomach very audible to them. “Ugh”

pprffttttt.

A small poot escaped out of him, It was small but strong, the putrid smell filling the enclosed space. The people yell , and curse at him for his expulsion. With an angry expression Esteban looks over his shoulder at the crowd, “Fuck It!”

BBBBBBBBBRRRRPTTTTTTTTTTTPPPPPPPPTTRRTBRTBRTPTTPT.

A loud deadly explosion ran out in the elevator, filling the metal box with greenish, brown gas. It was toxic, it had some people coughing, some gagging and others falling to the ground gasping for air. It was hot , the mix of his sweat swamp ass, with bean and cheese created the most destructive storm.

“You think I’m done?” Esteban says grabbing the closest person and pressing their head against his ass. *grunt*

BRRtttPpPTtTttTTTTT

A sizable blast left his ass straight into the mouth and nose of his victum mostly muffled until his victim couldn’t hold contain any more.

Letting go of their head as their body falls tot the floor. The other occupants through tears and gags fearing what he may do next.

PpppPrRrrRRRRTTbbBbBbbbbbBBBTTPPTRTTTT

Another giant blast left his boxers burned down the middle exposing his bare crack. The elevator's slow ascent came to a halt, stuck between floors. Esteban touching the emergency button alerting the building manager of the malfunction.

”It’ll take at least an hour to get someone to fix it. Stay put!” The manager said through the speaker.

The occupants scared, not sure if they’ll survive that long.

“Too bad for y'all there's plenty more where that came from. Hope you survive.”

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princeofthenight420 · 5 months ago

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Heard You were Talking Shit

Warnings/Tags: Gay Face Farting, Forced Face Farting, Face Farting, Fart Torture, Multiple uses of the F slur, Asphyxiation by Farts, Passing out from Farts, Eproctophilia, Face humping, Bully cums, Pisses self

Last Monday I opened my locker to find a note waiting for me. It falls to the ground and I quickly squat down to grab the note. When I pick up the note, I see that there’s a lipstick mark and just a phone number. I’m a bit confused, but I text the number anyway.

Hey? Got ur note… Who dis?

Hi cutie xx… Jalissa

Hell yeah, Jalissa is awesome. We went to high school together and I knew we were going to the same college but haven’t run into her yet. I briefly found it weird that she approached me this way but I don’t think too much of it.

We end up talking for like a week before deciding to meet up. She wanted to meet up at the gymnasium at 9:00 PM when it’s close. She has a key to the gym since she works there and I’m game.

However, when I get there, the gymnasium is quiet and the lights are dimmed.

“Hello?” I call out as I walk towards the center of the gym. “Jalissa?” When I reach about half court, all the lights flip on.

I hear footsteps and turn around expecting Jalissa but end up seeing someone else. “Tristen? Tristen Moretti? What are you doing here?” I look around, maybe he had the same idea as Jalissa.

“Heard you were talking shit.” This moves my attention back to Tristen and I watch as he saunters closer to me.

“What?” He’s at arms length now. “I don’t know-” He gives me a firm push and I trip slightly backwards but stay on my feet.

“Called the whole wrestling team a bunch of fags.”

“I mean, the whole sport is a bit faggy.” I comment back. “The whole tight singlet and holding another man and rolling around on the mat. It’s all a bit…faggy.”

He pushes me harder, this time I lose my balance. “The only fag I see around here is you.”

“Fuck off!” I go to get back up, but Tristen quickly pins me down against the floor. He does some maneuvering and I’m unable to get a good grip on him. The echoes of me and him struggling in the gymnasium is the only sound I can hear until he has my face pinned against his ass.

“I’ll fucking show you faggot.”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT

A rumbling six second fart hits my face. It’s rotten, smelling of garbage and eggs. I start to struggle again, but he pins my arms down to my sides and grinds his sweatpant clad ass against my face. “Eat my fucking gas, faggot!” I try to move my face away from his ass but I have nowhere to go.

PFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFF

More vile gas hits my face and I do my best to hold my breath. Even with doing that, it’s not enough, fumes are still invading my nose.

“Bro, get off!” I grab his hips and try to buck him off, but he uses the opportunity to switch his position. He gets me into a scissor lock and uses his heels to push my head into his ass.

PFFFFFFFFFFBBRFFFFFFFFFFFF

“Fuck!” I yell out as my nose is pressed firmly against his ass. I can’t help the dry cough that escapes my lips. The rotten smell has burned its way into my sinuses and I’m starting to worry.

PBRBRBRBRBBRRRRRR

“Fuck, that was fucking wet.” He comments above me. “How’s that smell faggot?” He releases the pressure of his heels against my head, only to slam my head against his ass over and over again. “Smell it faggot! Smell my fucking ass.”

PFFFFFFFFF PFFFFF PFFFFBBRFFFFFTTT PFFFFF

He slams my face hitting his ass with each fart bomb hitting my face. My eyes are watering and I don’t know if I’m breathing correctly. My nose hurts from the repeated slamming and the toxic fumes that I’m being exposed to.

“Dude,” PFFFFFFFFFFTTTT “Stop, please!” BBBRRRRRRFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

“Not happening dude.” PFFFFFFFBBRBRFFFFFFFFTTT “This is what happens when you fuck with the wrestling team.”

PFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

I feel so physically weak at this point, I lose the ability to even try and fight back against Tristen. “Please.” I manage between hacking.

“You want more? Cool, I can indulge faggot.” He loosens his grip on me slightly only to pull his sweatpants down under his ass. He’s wearing a jockstrap that frames his ass.

“No, no, god no!” I begin to scream as he pulls me back against his ass.

“This is why you don’t talk shit!” He roughly bounces my face in between his ass cheeks as he shakes his. PFFFFFBBRBRBFFFFFFFTTTT His naked ass is much worse than before. His gas burns my nostrils as he keeps ripping noxious fumes.

“Please...I-I...Can’t breathe.” He doesn’t budge any, instead he pushes harder against my face.

“Good, I wantchu to suffocate in my fat ass.”

PFFFFFBRBBRFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT

If he keeps this up, I’m definitely going to start suffocating. I already feel dizzy from all these butt bombs obliterating my nose.

“Gonna make you regret ever talking shit.” He’s already done that. “Eat this faggot!”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

A loud trumpeting 15 second fart hits my face without any filter. Pure garbage gets spewed into my lungs and I start convulsing against him. “Yeah let the gas in. Breathe me faggot!”

PFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFTTTT

He doesn’t let me recover and continues to blast me with his gas. How is anyone even this gassy? “I'm sorry! Please, I’ll do anything!” I try groveling with the little bit of air I have left.

“Sorry faggot, I can’t hear you. You’ll have to beg louder.”

“Ple-” PBRBRBRBRBRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFF He manages to fart directly into my mouth as I start talking. It’s absolutely rotten and I begin hacking up my lungs again and I feel like I’m going to throw up. “Oh god.” I don’t learn from my past mistake and he manages to fart in my mouth again, this time pushing his ass and pulling my head as hard as possible.

I feel my cheeks inflating as he keeps spewing a 15 second silent but deadly fart into my mouth. I can’t move and my whole body is shaking against him.

“Fuuuuuuck, that feels so good.” Tristen moans above me as he’s grinding his ass against my face. “You still breathing faggot?” Barely, I think to myself as everything starts to spin. I give one last attempt to fight back and push him off me, and to my surprise I get away.

I’m scrambling to get away when I feel him grab me around my waist and pull me back to the ground. “Where you going faggot? I’m not done with you?” I’m seeing triple as he twists me around and forces me back on the ground.

He pulls his dick out of his jockstrap and starts slapping my face with his cock. I try twisting away but he grabs my head and holds me into place putting his dick under my nose. He starts humping my face and I can feel his dick harden on me.

“I’ll make sure you’ll never forget about this.” He keeps humping me and all I can smell is his natural musk and the lingering scent of his ass on my face. “This is what fucking happens when you mess with me faggot.”

He forces my mouth open and he starts to spurt cum into my mouth. I go to spit the cum out, but then he sits back down on my face again. “Open up faggot.”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT

His cum gets blown right back in my mouth and I’m forced to swallow his cum and nasty fart. It’s the most vile thing I’ve ever tasted and I can’t stop from gagging.

PFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

PFFBBRFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFFFF

PFFFFFFFFFFFBBRBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT

Barrage after barrage of fart is being forced down my throat and it’s at this moment I fear for my life. I can’t even speak anymore to try and beg for my life and I feel myself spasming. I think I may have pissed myself, I can’t even tell anymore.

All I hear is him laughing, grunting, and his trumpeting farts. I’m going to die like this.

PFFFFFFFFFFFBBBRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

PFFBBRBRFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT PFFFFFFBBRFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT

My legs fall slack against the gym floor.

PFFBBRBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFTTBRBFFFFFFFFF

Next my arms fall.

PFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFFFFFFFFFF

“Nighty night faggot.”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTT

I lose consciousness and my head falls against the gym floor.

Minutes or maybe hours later, I awake alone. Lights completely turned off in the gym.

“Help.” I try to yell, but my voice is hoarse. I struggle to get to my feet and all I can smell and taste is Tristen’s ass. I end up throwing up on the gym floor.

At least I’m not dead, I think to myself as I make my way to what I assume are the doors. I open a door to find myself in a small bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and see the state I’m in.

Jeans drenched in piss and my face is splotchy and red. Everything smells bad and I go to the sink to try and scrub my face. As I’m about to go another round of scrubbing, I feel my phone buzz.

Jalissa: Hope you had fun tonight faggot xx

I stare at my phone for a bit before throwing it full force against the wall.

~~~Fin

Author’s Note: Another old story that I found and decided to revamp. I pretty much rewrote the whole thing at this point and changed it from 2nd person to 1st person. I also think I created a new kink for myself? Forcing cum in someone’s mouth and then immediately farting in their mouth? Hello? Has that been done before? Anyways, hope you enjoyed :3

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princeofthenight420 · 5 months ago

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Gassy Roommate Paiten (Edited & Extended)

Warnings/Tags: Gay Face Farting, Underwear Stealing, Somewhat Willing Victim, Straight x Gay, Bullying, F slur used quite a bit, Face Farting, Eproctophilia

You remember the first time you met Paiten. He was a cool guy, a little bit of a gym rat, but overall, pretty chill guy to hang with. You guys would hang out a lot and eventually he moved in when Dustin moved out.

No one really knew, but you were totally into Paiten. You were into his huge arms, his awesome abs, and his ass was awesome. The way they hugged his jeans made you drool. Like literal drool. The worst part about Paiten was that he was the gassiest person you knew. A walking fart bomb is what some of your friends called him.

You and him would be watching the football game and he’d rip ass and say nothing. Every time, a weird sick part of you would get turned on. You could feel your heartbeat start to speed up and your pants would get just a little bit tighter.

The best worst days were when you were sleeping and you’d wake up to Paiten’s ass in your face. He’d rip a nasty wet fart and you’d startle awake with the smell of his rancid ass. He’d laugh and rush out your room as you pretend to be disgusted by him. But as soon as he was gone, you’d start stroking your dick fantasizing about him smothering your face in his giant globes.

When it was really bad, you’d sneak into his bedroom and steal his underwear from the dirty hamper in the corner of his room. You’d always try to grab a pair and then replace it with one that you have stolen before. This time you managed to steal his red Under Armor boxers and replace them with a blue Fruit of the Loom pair.

You sneak out of his room heading back to your room when you bump into Paiten. You stumble backwards and you look up at Paiten. “What were you doing in my room?” He asks you confused before looking at your hand and then back up to you.

“Uh, I thought I, uh, left something in there?” You stumble on your words as you try to hide the undies behind your back.

“Uh huh.” His eyes narrow on you. “So, why are you taking my boxers?”

“Um.” You drop the boxers and charge to your bedroom, Paiten grabs his boxers off the ground and follows you. You go to slam the door but Paiten gets his foot in and keeps the door open.

“Look I just want to talk, I’m not gonna hurt you.” Paiten says but you keep trying to push the door closed.

“No thank you.” You say straining on the door.

“Dude.” He easily just pushes the door open and you flop on the ground. “You a fag or something?” He holds his boxers as he stares down at you.

“The fuck man, I ain’t a fag.”

“You were stealing my dirty boxers.” Paiten sits down on your chest so you can’t get up. He begins to rub the crotch of the boxers on your face. “That turning you on?” You shake your head no but you can feel your sweats start to tent. “You want my dick?”

“No, dude, get off me.” You raise your hands to push him but he grabs them and holds them so you can’t move.

Pffft

A quick fart comes out of Paiten’s ass and you can feel the color on your face drain. “Wait, are you a fart fag?”

“Dude, no, stop.” Paiten gets up but he puts a foot on your chest. You take it as not to get up. You watch as he slowly unbuckles his belt and strips off his jeans. He’s wearing a pair of charcoal boxer briefs that look old. You gulp as you stare at his bulge move as he kicks off his sweats.

“So, you’re going to tell me you don’t want this?” Paiten turns and starts to wiggle his ass. “I mean come on buddy, everyone wants some of this.”

“I don’t.” You shake your head no but he eyes your boner. He decides to sit down on your face without warning. He moves around till he gets your nose up his crack. It’s obvious he went to the gym today.

“How ‘bout now.” You try your hardest to fight your hardon. “Come on take a whiff, you’ll like it.” You do your very best at not taking in a breath but you can’t help it. You inhale and without meaning to, a moan escapes your lips. “I knew it.” Paiten pushes his ass farther back so your head can’t lift off the ground and releases the nastiest fart you’ve ever heard. You take a loud inhale and moan from the scent. You can feel yourself humping the air. “You’re fucking getting off on this?”

PFFFFBRBRBRBR

“You’re telling me, that your faggot ass is getting off on me farting on your face.” You keep sniffing loudly without any reservation to what you’re doing. “Jesus christ you’re such a fucking faggot.” He begins to get up and out of pure instinct you grab his underwear and try to pull him back down. You’re unsuccessful and instead you rip his boxers. “Fucking faggot.” He ignores the fact that you ripped his boxers and just leaves the room.

Your boner is pressing hard against the fabric of your boxers as you keep sniffing the air trying to get what’s left of Paiten’s terrible gas.

After the hour long jack off session and sleeping for the night, you awake the next morning. You stare at the ceiling trying to decide if you should get up or hide in your room all day. You could live off the junk food and your laptop if you really need to. Instead you peek out your bedroom window to look at the driveway.

Paiten’s car is still in the driveway, so it seems that he’s still in the house. You give a sigh before sitting yourself back on your bed. Then you see them, the red Under Armour boxers you tried stealing the day before. You stare for about 30 seconds before getting up and grabbing them.

You bring them to your nose and you take a loud inhale. You can smell the lingering sweat and Paiten’s natural musk. Again, you start to feel yourself chub up but then you realize what you’re doing and pull them away from your face. You will your boner away as you leave your bedroom.

You make your way to Paiten’s room and knock on the door. You hear shuffling behind the door and the door swings wide open. Paiten is shirtless and is only wearing a camo pair of pajamas. Your eyes get lost at his chest and abs before he clears his throat.

“Need something?” He sounds smug.

“Oh-uh, yeah, um.” You begin. “I’m just returning these.” You shove the red boxers into his hands. “Okay bye.” You say awkwardly as you turn.

“Wait.” You stop but don’t make eye contact. “Does my ass look good in these PJs?” You turn and see him ass faced towards you. You can’t lie, his ass looks fantastic in those PJs and you’re about to voice that.

PFFFFFFFFFFBRBBRFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT

He grunts as he lets out a loud seven second fart. “Fuuck me, that felt good.” He sighs in relief before wafting the air around his ass towards you.

“You’re disgusting.” You say, even though you’re totally enjoying the view and smell.

“That’s a compliment coming from you fart fag.” He laughs. He grabs your arm and pulls you into his bedroom. He loudly slams the door shut and flings you towards his bed. “Lay down, face up.” You blink twice before doing as he says. “Good fag.” He climbs above you and sits down on your chest.

PFFFFBBRFFFFFF

The fart vibrates on your chest. “I figured there’s a reason for us finding each other.” He drags his ass up your chest and gets closer to your face. “I mean, I am the gas bomb.”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFF

“And somehow, I get so lucky that my roomie is a fart fag.”

PFFFFBBRRRRRFFFTTTTTTT

The smells are getting worse the closer he’s getting to your nose. “I mean, I have to take advantage of that right?” He gives you a show by flexing his butt cheeks. “And I have this fantastic ass that has fags drooling.”

PBBBRBRBRFFFFFTTTTTT

You feel a breeze against your face and you're properly bricked up now. He readjusts himself and plops his fat cheeks down on your face. “I think this can be a mutually beneficial friendship.”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT

The rotten smell invades your nostrils as you sniff the gas. You can’t help but push yourself as close as you can against his clothed pucker.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT PFFFFFFFFFFFF

The sigh of relief he lets out makes your dick strain against your own PJs. “It’s hilarious you’re getting off on this, but I can’t lie. Farting on your face makes my dick hard.”

PFFFFFFFFFBBBRFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT

“I’d never find a girl into this, but a dirty fag like you.”

PFBBRFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT

“Fuuck.” He grunts as more of his sewage smelling farts fill your lungs. “I figure I could use you as much as I’d like.” You can’t argue his logic, nor do you really want to because you’re getting exactly what you want. Being trapped under Paiten’s ass is a dream come true.

PFFFFFBRBBRFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFTTTTTTT PFFFFFFFFFFTTTT

Your nose gets bombarded by fart after fart and you can feel precum leaking into your PJs. You’ve never been so hard before and his ass is totally destroying your face. You feel hot and sweaty and it smells so bad, but your dick keeps flexing.

“I’ll never understand how anyone likes this. It’s one thing to appreciate someone’s ass, but to actually sniff farts is disgusting.” His hole flexes a few times before letting out another ungodly fart on your nose. It’s silent but the solid torrent of air being blown up your nose lets you know that he’s still releasing the toxic air.

You cough hard as you finish inhaling that constant torrent of gas. “I don’t understand it either.” You manage to say. He responds by lifting up and then slamming his ass back down on your face.

“Don’t speak. All I should hear is you sniffing faggot.”

PFFFFFFBRBRFFFFFFFTTTTTTT

You do as he says and inhale the loud fart. It burns as it goes down and you feel lightheaded.

“This isn’t a friendship or a relationship. This is me using my ass to get off.”

PFFFFFFFFTT PFFFFFFFFFFFBBFFFT PFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTT

Fart after fart keeps hitting your nose and things begin to start spinning. You feel like you're about to cum the hardest you’ve ever had in your life.

PFFFFFFBRRFFFFFFFT

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT

PFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT

“That’s it faggot. Get off on my godly gas bombs.” You realize that he’s stroking his cock above you.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

“Oh god, that feels so good.” He sighs to himself as you're forced to keep inhaling. You’re so close now, but you can’t tell if you’re about to cum yourself or pass out.

PFFFFFFFFBBRFFFFFFFFTTTTT

PFFFFFFFBBFFFFFFFFFFFT

PFBBRFFFFFFFFFFFFT

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTT

You can’t help the cry that you let out as your cock starts shooting rope after rope of cum. It’s the most amazing orgasm and causes your whole body to start shaking.

“That’s fucking pathetic.” Paiten laughs above you. “My ass bombs just made you cum.”

PFFFFFFBBRRRRRFFFFFTTTT

“Well let’s just see how long you can last with just my ass for air.”

PFFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT

Bomb after bomb hits your face and you can feel Paiten is getting close to cumming as well based on how his body is shaking.

PFFFFFFBBFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTT

“God, I’m so fucking close.” He’s panting above you. “Feels so good destroying your face.”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBBBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT

He lets out a rocking 15 second fart and you hear him moaning above you as he starts to cum. The smell is starting to become unbearable now and you’re having issues thinking straight.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT

PFFFFFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFFFFFTTT

“There’s no way you’re still awake after that.” Paiten jokes as the loud toxic fumes keep hitting your face. All you can smell is eggs and rotten sewage. Everything is spinning around you now.

“Enough.” You cough out. You only get a laugh in response.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

PBBRBRBRBBRBRBRBRBRRRRRRRR

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT

You feel heavy and you almost feel like you're floating out of your body. You try to push him off you, but you’re too weak at this point. You begin to panic as you realize you can’t escape.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

A loud 30 second fart hits you this time and takes you out. You hear laughing as you feel your body go limp.

When you awake again, you’re laying on the floor of the hallway. You have a massive headache and all you can smell is ass. Namely Paiten’s ass. You use the wall to get up and notice how sticky your PJs feel around your dick. You struggle to get to the bathroom but you make it and get in the shower.

You can’t stop yourself from blowing another load down the shower drain thinking about Paiten’s ass destroying your lungs again.

~~FIN

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princeofthenight420 · 5 months ago

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Thanks for the inspiration. Definitely not as good as one of yours but I hope you enjoy

I moved into my own shoebox apartment when I was 23 years old. I was eager for freedom from my parents but I could not have anticipated I would trade their watchful eyes for his…for Kyle’s.

I met him within my first few days living in the building. Getting back from seeing some friends the two of us ended up on the elevator at the same time. Likely in his mid forties the most accurate way to describe Kyle is that he is an ogre of a man. His size, the unruly chest hairy that I’d see escaping the tops of his shirts, and of course his scent. Being in an elevator with the guy made me learn that last one quite quickly.

Kyle wore a wife beater and black gym shorts. He looked stick. And no sooner than the doors closed the small space filled with his body odor. He must’ve noticed me because he joked “I can fill a space quite easily”. I gave him a polite little laugh. Which did not appease Kyle. “No seriously kid. Check it out.” He lifted his leg exaggeratedly and ripped a loud long fart. “What the fuck dude!” I immediately covered my nose with my shirt as like bursted with laughter

“Awh covering your nose ain’t no fair”. I thought he’d leave it with that but instead Kyle used his larger size to cram me into the corner of the elevator. My hands forced at my sides he smiled at me with his gross yellowing teeth. “Sniff my fart.” My eyes widened in fear. The elevator opened onto his floor but he made no movements. Instead once the door resealed he let out another grosss sounding sputtering fart. “Sniff it before the door opens again and I owe you another one” Kyle pressed his body harder into mine. He was definitely sticky with sweat.

I took a loud inhale and began to choke on the stink of Kyle’s fart. It smelled of shit and Brussels sprouts. Kyle licked his lips as I continued to sniff and gag. “Say you like sniffing my farts” Mortified and terrified I told Kyle what he wanted right away.

“I like sniffing your farts sir” I sounded like a little bitch.

My compliance was met with cruelty. Kyle leaned in a said “gooUERRRPdd” burping mid word and blowing it softly onto my face. He then stuck his hand into the back of his pants and scrunched his face up. When he pulled it out I saw his index finger was shiny. He took his finger and firmly wiped it across my nostrils. I gasped as I relaxed what he’d done. I could only smell shit. He’d marked me with his butt sweat. “So you can smell me later” Kyle gave me a wink and swaggered out of the elevator.

The following weeks I moved about the building with fear. I chose to only take the stairs not wanting to risk another run in with Kyle. It was just under a month later when we met again.

I was loading my laundry into the washing machine when I heard the loud click and slam of the door behind me. I gave a small glance behind me thinking not much of it only to do a quick double take when I saw the beast standing behind me. I turned fully around but still being crouched down to load the washing machine I fell back onto my boney butt.

Kyle sauntered up to me. His crotch at my eye level. He dropped his laundry back in front of me with a thud. “What perfect timing. Little sniffer boy here in the laundry room right where I need him.”

Kyle bent over and unzipped his laundry bag. I was struck with the stink already. It was sour like feet blended with the raw stink of shit. Without a hesitation Kyle grabbed me by the hair and shoved my face into the bag. “How’s that smell? Today’s socks and underwear day. I’ve probably worn each pair in there about five or six times each”

The scent had me believing him, but what kind of disgusting person has a laundry day just for socks and underwear?? They should be washed the most frequently. I was gagging in his stink while Kyle laughed loudly. Kyle didn’t leave me struggling in his laundry bag too long. After letting me free Kyle lightly slapped my cheeks. “Okay so you’re gonna do my laundry too. Got it!?” He commanded.

I went to start another machine when he stopped me. “No need. Just throw all my stuff in with yours” This proposition caused me to pause. There was no way I wanted to put underwear that had been worn up to six times by a gross fat hairy man in with my clothes. “Uh… that’s alright Sir I’ll just d”

Kyle effortlessly reached out and slapped me across my face. I let out a wimpy yelp. “Load your washing machine with my clothes now.” I followed my orders right away this time. I picked up Kyle’s bag and began to move the clothes into the machine.

The machine was already so full I knew that stuffing all of his extra socks and underwear in would mean that nothing would get fully cleaned. Kyle was likely aware of this too. Hoping that his nasty clothes would just contaminate my own.

This socks I put in were crusty and yellowing, and the boxers were far worse. Nearly all of them had long dark streaks of shit in them. Skid marks that looked as if someone intentionally wiped their ass with their underwear. I was heaving as I touched them and internally groaning as I watched them land on my clothing.

“What’s your apartment number fart lover?” Kyle seemingly decided that I did not have a say in what happened anymore. “7c” I said timidly. “Give me your key” He stuck out his meaty hand and impatiently slapped his fingers up and down into his palm to tell me to hand my keys over.

My head was trying to work out if there was some way I could avoid giving him my keys. But I knew I did not have enough time to figure that out. So with much reluctance I dug them out of my pocket and handed them to Kyle. He snatched them up and laughed in my face.

“Alright I’ll see you up there when our laundry is finished” and just like that he swaggered out of the room.

A while later when I made it up to my apartment I found Kyle sprawled out on my couch. He had stripped his shirt off and was drinking one of my beers. There were other cans on the floor as well. “Took long enough Princess” he spat at me. Then for the next hour he made me separate each of our clothes and fold all of his socks and underwear for him.

I could tell that u was right and the washing machine was unable to do much washing. His socks were less crusty than before but the skid marks in his underwear still remained.

All throughout me folding his clothes Kyle continually ripped ass over and over again. The same type of fart in the elevator. Loud and abrasive. Surely wet. It was no wonder he had such bad skid marks with the amount of farts he was letting out. At one point he even grabbed one of my couch pillows and just shoved it under his butt to fart on some more.

That night when he left he made me thank him for spending time with me. “Sissy boys like you are lucky to hang out with a real man” And he took my apartment key with him. Said he had a friend who’d make him a copy tomorrow.

From then on Kyle came around whenever he wanted. To drink my beer, eat my food, but more importantly to fart on my face.

He told me that when I admitted to him in the elevator that I liked sniffing his farts he vowed to himself that he would try his best to never waste a fart by letting it rip without my nose to sniff it up or my lips to catch it. He also made me alter my life so I was available as much as possible to be there to sniff his farts. Making me delete all the dating apps I had and tell the girl I had gone out a couple times with that I was no longer interested.

The first time he fart on my face was the day after I did his laundry. He came to my apartment that evening and returned my apartment key. Kyle then told me he had something he wanted to show me.

I had already been forced to my knees so Kyle turned his back to me and pulled down his jeans. Looking directly into his beefy butt already had me wanting to cry but it was the state of his ass that really set me over the edge. I knew the underwear he was wearing were a pair I’d “washed” the day prior. I could see the long streak of shit along his crack and now in addition to the skid mark there was a fresh dark line of sweat.

“Got some major swamp ass right now kid. Good thing you like sniffing my nasty ass right?” Kyle chuckled and shoved my face into the depths of his pudgy cheeks. I was being water boarded with ass sweat and that was still preferable to his Brussels sprout shit flavored farts I was about to sample.

And so me sniffing Kyle’s butt and farts became normal, at least as normal as it gets for a struggling 23 year old being forced to do the nastiest thing of his life on a daily basis.

There’d be times when I’d hear my door unlock and his loud feet stomping into my apartment he’d yell “I got some beef for you boy!” And I’d be expected to crawl over to him and sniff it all up only for him to leave without so much as another word. And then there’d be other times when he’d show up and not leave for hours.

I remember one Saturday night in particular. It was around 10:30 pm and I had finally started to convince myself Kyle would not be coming that day. My first day since he started forcing me to sniff his farts that I’d get a break. Though break is generous since I spent the first twenty hours of the day anxious about when he’d burst through my front door.

I took some edibles and prepared myself a shower. The dosage I took was slightly larger than I was used to but I was feeling like treating myself. I took a long hot shower and when I came out I was sufficiently high. I sprayed lavender scented mist into the air and the steam took it up filling the room with the lovely fragrance. Taking my time I eventually exited the bathroom in just my towel.

Lost in thought, as I walked to my bedroom, I was singing along to the overplayed commercial jingle I could hear coming from my living room. I then paused realizing I did not have my tv on when I went to shower. Logically it makes sense that this would mean Kyle had come over but my stoned self didn’t even think of it.

I leisurely pranced over to the living room only for my face to pale and my stomach to drop when k saw him. Glancing away from the tv he saw me, a huge smile growing on his face. “Look who was getting all prettied up for me!” Kyle’s voice slurred. He was drunk. I was too high to figure out what I should be doing next but Kyle was more than happy to order me around. “Drop your towel and crawl over here pretty boy!” His words oozed with authority.

The dropping of my towel was met with a mean laugh. “Nice clit fart boy. No wonder farts turn you on. Can’t use that thing for anything anyways” I crawled to him in total embarrassment. I was a young guy. I should be in the prime of my life. Out having sex partying with my friends but instead I was here being degraded and farted on by a gross bully twice my age.

Kyle gets cruel when he’s drunk. But something about that night made him extra mean. I think it had something to do with our contrast. Him sweaty from being out at some club with his boys, smelling of stink and me freshly showered smelling of lavender. He rubbed his thumb across my lips. Kyle continued to raise my feeling of violation. “You look so nice and clean. But now you’re gonna use those pretty plump lips and soft clean skin to clean up my shitter!”

Kyle bent himself over my couch and pulled down the back of his pants and underwear. Showing me his putrid hairy butt. He laughed as my face contorted from the sight and scent.

“Get your pathetic face in there!” Kyle aggressively shoved my face deeply between his butt cheeks. “Get in there!” Kyle rubbed me all around his butt crack. Using me like toilet paper and moaning as he did so. I could feel the shit and sweat being rubbed deeply into my freshly clean skin. “Yea! YEA!” He was getting really into it.

Kyle turned around and looked at me. His eyes were dark and glassy. “You’re such a bitch you know that? Your pretty little face belongs in my butt”. I tried to conjure words but instead a single tear fell down my face. I was so high and Kyle did nothing to calm my fears. Kyle laughed at my tears and then resumed rubbing his butt with my face. “I want your cute nose covered in my shit! And I don’t want you to even think about washing it off either.” Kyle’s Rutherford grew more aggressive, my face was now foraging in his butt cheeks. “You don’t deserve to smell clean. You should only ever smell like my butt. You got me princess!?” This time he pulled my face out briefly so I could respond. I gave a soft whimpering yes. “Nah use your head to say yes. I wanna feel that nose grinding up and down”.

This continued between us for hours. It must’ve been around 3:30 in the morning when Kyle finally passed out on my couch. He had been lying on his stomach and demanded I lay face down nose directly in his butthole. I cried myself to sleep in his butt cheeks that night.

As the summer came Kyle grew more nasty in his torment of me. He was a part of a men’s softball league which meant I got to be introduced to his lucky compression shorts, that have never been washed. It also meant swamp ass duty was more intense. Kyle was using my face to wipe the sweat from his butt crack cheeks near daily.

My least favorite torment that the summer brought was Kyle’s shit. Yes you heard me right. Kyle started exclusively pooping in my apartments bathroom. And he never flushes. It started one day when I returned home only to find Kyle’s disgusting creation filling my toilet bowl. I immediately flushed it and avoided entering my bathroom for the remainder of the day.

I got in a lot of trouble the next day when Kyle found out I flushed his shit. “Are you kidding me bitch!? I got outta my way to drop a bomb like that in your toilet and you just flush it? No thank you no nothing? Wow we’re really gonna have to teach you some toilet manners”

From then on I was not allowed to flush my toilet if Kyle had used it. He spend an afternoon farting on me and making me worship his butt only to let out a huge turd right before he left. “I’ll be away the next couple of days. But don’t flush that gift I made for ya. In fact tomorrow when you’re missing me I want you to go in there and take a few huffs of the toilet. So you don’t miss me too much”

The smell of Kyle’s shit was worse than his farts. While having his Brussels sprout beef blown straight up my nose was no pleasure it was far more bearable than the gag inducing strength of his shit. Kyle knew this though and was happy I hated his poops so much.

Another Saturday more recently Kyle as usual was lunging on my couch. He was wearing just his softball compressions and I had been spending the last couple hours kissing his butt cheeks back and forth sniffing his cracks and any farts he had whenever he demanded.

I was in great need of a break when Kyle got up. “Come on” he gestured as he started to walk down my hall way. “Can I help you Sir?” I questioned as I began to follow. Kyle stopped and looked back at me. “Yea, I gotta take a dump, let’s go”. My stomach dropped. “Oh uh you need me for that Sir?” I tried to play dumb. “Get your sissy ass in the bathroom now”

I tried to reason with myself that he was only bringing me in there to put the toilet seat down for him or something else easy, but in my gut I knew. He was waiting for me at the door with his perpetually satisfied smile. I entered my own bathroom, a place I’d grown to fear. Kyle followed in behind me shutting and locking the door. “Kneel in front of the toilet”

I obeyed even if my mind was begging me not to. Kyle dropped his pants and underwear and took a loud seat into the bowl. “Ahhhhh” he let a sigh. “Nothing like the first shit of the day after a night out.” Kyle put his hand on my head and pulled me face forward into the bowl. My face filling the small gap between his thighs. The smell of his crotch and crack were already filling the space.

A whiny fart moaned out of Kyle’s butt filling the toilet with his signature combo of Brussels sprouts and shit. The fart quickly developed into a sputtering. Shit sprayed out of his ass into the toilet.

“Oh fuck. Sir please this is too much!” I attempted to reason my way out. His hands and thoughts had me locked in the toilet. Kyle laughed “here comes a big guy” he then pushed out a massive turd. It plopped into the bowl with a splash.

I gagged relentlessly. Barely being able to speak. “Please man fuck! Come on! This is too much” I was crying then. “You stink so bad. I don’t like this. Please” my last please came out as a crying moan. Kyle pulled my face from between his thighs though the smell of his dump had already filled the space.

“You don’t like it?” Kyle asked. I continued to cry as I spoke. “No! I hate all of this. Please no more farts, no more swamp ass, no more poop!”

Kyle gave a light laugh. “Wow. I mean jeez kid. All this time. You’re been letting me use you as a fart cushion and as my asswiple all this time and now you finally come out and beg me to stop. That’s so pathetic. You’re fucking embarrassing. What would you rather be doing? Being a normal hot guy in his twenties? No you don’t deserve that. How could you deserve getting to be a normal guy when you’ve let me make you worship my disgusting ass, and we both know just how fucking nasty it is. You‘be worshiped a filthy hairy man butt for months now, I’ve had you begging for farts. And now you tell me you don’t like it! No I don’t buy it. And even if I did. Too bad. You belong to me princess. So get your face back in between my thighs and take some long deep inhales of my dump. Cause just like all my farts are saved for your cute nose I’m gonna start save every shit for you too. I’ll even let you pick sometimes if you’d rather wipe my ass clean with your hands, let me wipe my ass clean with your face, or if I should just go true man and leave things nice and messy down there for you. Maybe I’ll take a big dump in one of the porta pottys over at the softball field. I won’t wipe and I will lock you inside for the game. Imagine that? 80 degree heat baking my fresh shit in there with you. Then once the games over I’ll come and get your fairy ass and give you a stinkface you could only dream about. My unwiped ass will dry in my crack plus the sweat from the game slathering it back up. It’ll be the best case of swamp ass I’ve ever had, but my butt will sure be itchy. And that’s where your pretty face and nose come in.”

I sobbed into the toilet. “Glad we’re on the same page. Now what’s it gonna be today Princess? I’m thinking since that face of yours is already covered in tears it’d make for some really good toilet paper!”

Fantastic, and so hot! Thank you for sharing!

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princeofthenight420 · 5 months ago

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Hello, WritingGross,

I came up with the following as something you could post to save people time when they try to read the Jack's Filthy Ass stories.

Luck + Joy to you!

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↓ Find All Three ↓

↓ Filthy Ass Stories ↓

This is a reference post with the trilogy's links all in one place.

Take four deep breaths & read three stories of two step-brothers and one filthy ass.

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The Filthy Ass Trilogy 🌪️

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1. Jack's Filthy Ass

вʏ: @writinggross

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2. Liam's Filthy Mouth

вʏ: @kylecorbeau

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3. Jack's Filthy Bitch

вʏ: @kylecorbeau

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Fantastic, thank you!

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princeofthenight420 · 5 months ago

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You opened the door into the kitchen and turned around to quickly close it. You then turned back around, only for a horrifying sight to meet your eyes. Your stepdad was sitting on a stool at the table, with his jeans pulled down and pants riding up him, exposing his hairy, musky ass. He appeared to be eating something rather loudly. The sight revolted you and made you want to scarper before he discovered you were in the room.

You'd never liked your stepdad, from the day you first properly met him, he was always so cruel to you. He would regularly visit the gym and workout, meaning he constantly stank of sweat. But that wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was, because of his gym diet, he would often rip the most revolting farts imaginable. And worse, he'd always seemed to do them around you deliberately and laugh as you would cough and gag on the stench. He always said it was the stink of a 'real man' and that you should get used to it, or that you were 'weak and pathetic'. So of course, you didn't want to be noticed by him.

Frrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaapppppppppppppp!

Just as you were thinking this over, a loud fart boomed out across the room. You jumped in shock as you looked over at the obvious source of the noise. Your stepdad just sighed and chuckled heartily, before going back to eating. You had to get out of the way before the smell hit you.

Maybe you could try hiding in the bathroom, as the entrance to it was right near and it was slightly ajar, meaning it wouldn't make a sound. You crept over to it, and began to open it when you suddenly lurched and gagged loudly. The second the door was fully opened you were hit with a combined smell of eggs and shit. It was unbearable and you leaned over coughing loudly as the stink burned your nose. Unfortunately, this loud reaction drew the attention of a certain someone.

"Ha, I wouldn't go in there if I had a weak nose like yours boy. Those eggs and protein shakes just went right through me this morning." Your stepdad said, looking back at you smiling meanly. You couldn't believe that. How did it still stink of his morning dump, when it was nearly the evening?

"But I guess that's hard for you, being so pathetic and all." He now got up from his seat and made his way over to you, still grinning menacingly. You wanted to try and run away, but your mind was still boggled by the smell from the bathroom and wasn't allowing you to kick into action.

"I nearly expected better from you, but honestly I couldn't even do that. Seems like you need a reminder of who's in charge here." And then, before you could make a run for it, he grabbed by the back of the neck and forced you into position. You couldn't move at all, with the strong grip he had on you.

Then, to your continued horror, he turned around facing away from you and pulled down his pants, his ass now fully on display. It came as no shock to you that it absolutely reeked. It smelt like he hadn't even properly wiped after his previous toilet usage. It was too repulsive for you.

"Let's see if you can survive the smell my lunch burrito coming out the other end." That explains what he was eating. And, before you could object, he grunted loudly.

FFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAARRRRRRPPPPPTTTT

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PPPPPPRRRRRRRRAAAAAAPPPPPPTTTT

The slew of farts blasted against your face with no protection between you and his colossal ass. The stink was unbearable and you felt like were going to pass out. Your stepdad just looked down and laughed at you.

"Are you giving up already? That's just sad. I've ripped worse ones at the gym. Yet you can't handle a few measly puffs? Well, perhaps this'll set you straight." He then grunted again, much to your demise.

BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTRRRRRPPPPPPP

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BBBBBRRRRRRRRRRAMMMMMMMPPPPPTTTTTTTTFFFFFFFFF

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He was truly was a gasbag that seemed to have a never ending supply, that would always be used to torment you. You couldn't handle it any more, as your brain began to shut down due to no clean oxygen in the room anymore.

You then felt him let go of you, as you passed out onto the floor. As your eyes were closing, the last thing you saw was your stepdad bending over you.

"And don't you ever forget who's in charge around here." He said, grinning at you wickedly. You couldn't keep dealing with this, you had to move out soon.

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Credit to @beefybunzz for the pic.

Hope you guys enjoy

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