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Amazon Insemination WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, FART/BUTT FETISHISM, SCAT, AND SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS. READER DISCRETION ADVISED. The Amazonians were known for their advanced technology, mainly their genetic purity and population observance measures. Breeding season was now in session and Queen Sasha of the Amazonians ruled in a new procedure that not only “respected the feminine sexual approach” but “assured the safety of our citizens and purity of our race.” The race in question was the Amazons, namely. The human males had little representative rights. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Doctor Brenda led Subject 32 down the hallway. This was now the third time he had hit a wall on his way to the pregnancy room. She sighed. “Come little one. Follow the smell of my booty.” FFFLLLLRRRRPPPBBTTT! The boy had an intake of 5 seconds of stink; it was a living hell for all that time. Doctor Brenda had some of the worst farts in the clinic. Not only were Amazon farts more potent and deadly than normal females, they became worse when pregnant. Brenda’s expanded tummy made fuel for two, which Subject 32 received close up. PPLLLLLLPPPPPBBTTT! He gagged through his facemask as Brenda sought to guide him further. She pressed his face against her oversized pregnant booty while shushing him. “We’re almost there, sweetness. Almost there. You have a big role to play in all this.” FFRRROOMMMPPBBBBTTT! She let him drag behind her fart, which was powerful enough to expand her lab coat. The boy suckled on her meaty fart, envisioning what horrors his “role” would be. Subject 32 entered the room with Brenda and heard light chattering. “Ah, there’s our little fart surrogate! Doctor, can we see him?” It was more of a polite demand than a request. The boy’s mask was taken off and he looked up to see two beautiful, fierce Amazons in front of him. “Ooohh, he looks so pathetic!” called the blonde Amazon. She knelt down, still coming up to the boy’s shaking face. “Muriel, look at his little penis! Doctor Brenda are you sure he’s a good match for her?” The boy looked at Brenda, her arms crossed and a stern look on her beautiful, pale face. She was older, but still the beauty of the clinic. “I assure you he’s a fine specimen. He’ll deliver a great Amazon warrior to you. Just let me take this cock strap off of him.” She knelt down to do so, and the boy yelped when the metal constraining his balls and penis scraped against the skin. “There we are, look for yourselves.” A dark skinned beauty, Miriam, smiled and put a hand on Subject 32’s shoulder. “I’m sure he’ll do just fine. It doesn't look like his flicker packs a punch, but it’s what he’s carrying, right?” Brenda nodded and smiled. Miriam turned around and shoved the boy’s squirming face into her asscrack. FFFFLLLLAAAALLUUPPRRTTT! A bubbly, sour toot rang out, filled with raw eggs and sauerkraut. The boy whimpered as her asshole fluttered across his lips. “Ahh, see Avana, he takes it like a champ! We’ll raise a fine daughter.” Brenda stepped between them. “Then let’s begin!” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Amazon insemination had become a standardized process. Too many naive lovers of man and Amazon had produced inferior male specimens, where superior Amazons were desired. The clinics were designed to eliminate any male sperm count, to produce the finest of Amazon children. As such, extreme measures had to be carried out. PPPSSSSSUUUBBBBTTTTT! “Ohhh, excuse me!” said Avanna. Her butthole showered the tube with ass spit and broccoli stench, which led directly into the glass box surrounding Subject 32’s face. It was a farther fart from her butthole, but ever so potent in the contained breathing space. “Please, Avanna, was it? Don’t release your bowels until we begin stimulation, it only increases the male sperm count for us to illeminate.” FFFBBBAARRLLTTT! Avanna’s booty didn’t agree with her. “Sorry, you just gave us so much food!” It was nasty food, as the boy tasted. Avanna and Muriel were given gas stimulants to increase their already life threatening gas potential. If the boy was in there for any longer he’d slip into a coma...which, was essentially the point. “All right, 32 I want you to look at me,” came Brenda’s voice through the glass. She sauntered over to the chair he was tied in and turned around. The lab coat was thrown away, revealing a creamy buttocks pair wrapped up in black, lace underwear. FFFFSSSHHOOLLOOTTT! “Ohhh, sorry!” called Avanna. The boy gagged as the chicken enhanced stimulant poured from his right side. Avanna’s booty gurgles could be heard from her slimy, gaped asshole, ready to fire again. “Come now 32, look at me, look at me. Do you like my underwear? Here, feel it.” Brenda laid her drawer sized fartbox onto his arm, slowly sliding across. “MMmmmm, feels good, doesn't it?” she cooed. The boy, did in fact feel a little attraction, along with the danger. Then Brenda nodded at the two female participants. His attraction dwindled away. In an instant, the faint smell of Amazon asshole erupted into full blown methane warfare. FFFRRRROOOTTTT! BBLLAAAAPPRRBBTTT! FFFLLTTTUURRLLSTT! PPPPOOOOOOOOOTT! The farts were an aligned symphony of stink, with bitter flavours of every kind pouring out nonstop. The boy screamed as his glass box was tinted light green with the farts. Brenda moved closer and gripped his hands. “Shhh, don’t look at them sweetie, it’s okay, look at me!” Her ass smooshed along the glass, shoving the lace onto the sides. “Pretty, aren’t they, hmmm?” Subject 32 was ecstatic. His eyes darted along the tubes of the death squad of buttholes, each firing a gaped fart only seconds apart. BBLLLAARRPTTOOOTTT! Miriam’s black hole shunted another airy fart from his left; PPSSSLLLBBOOOTTT! Avanna fired from the right, her wet rippling taste of day old bean paste making his nose run. “Shhh, it’s okay, look, look at me sweety.” Brenda began to strip, her glowing white booty masked behind the green fart tint of the glass. “Don’t you wanna put this is there? Hmmm?” She mushed her cheeks together; she wouldn’t dare show him her asshole, which would only serve to frighten him more. His chest was enveloped by her soft cheeks, warm and plush to the touch. It rubbed along his penis, still sore from his treatment earlier. Subject 32 felt light headed, suddenly at bliss… FFFFFFFRRRRSSSSSS! Miriam brought him back to a harsh reality with a stinging eggy fart. “Uh oh, doc...we got a problem.” The boy was gagging at the horrid smell, trying his hardest to enjoy Brenda’s perky tits pressed against the glass. He made the mistake of looking to his left, where a large brown substance was running slowly along the tube. Subject 32 screamed and Brenda sighed. “Can you hold it honey?!” said Avanna, herself releasing a sloppy wet fart. “Oh god no, consider this a prelude to the baby sweetie! HRGHHR! PPLLLRRRBBBTTT! A bubbly toot shot the shit further, almost clogging it completely. “Should we stop?!” Brenda sighed, hopping off Subject 32. “No no, the stage has already begun; pretty soon we’ll kill enough sperm cells to make him infertile. We just need to press on, only at a hurried pace. The boy soon realized what that meant as she too came back to suction a tube along the box and her anus. The same sexy meat displayed earlier now shot down a rancid odor into the mix. “Give him everything you got girls!” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- His mind was set ablaze as the hot smelly farts poured from all directions. The boy puked as Miriam’s massive log made it into the box, taking up the portion of his breathing space. Miriam, as well as the rest of the trio, continued to fart aggressively. FFRRRROOOOT! BBLLLAAAAAPPTSHTT! PPBBLRLRRBBBBBBBBB! It seemed like an eternity he was gassed and the boy entered a lucid state of hell while it occurred. His vision was blurry and he could still see nothing past the mound of shit and green gas. Now his breathing cut out altogether and he slumped against Miriam’s mound of mush. In his last seconds he could feel tugging at his lower half, along with the thunderous farts still echoing in the chamber. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The procedure was dangerous, which was maybe why it was so widely accepted. Brenda came in twice a day to feed the boy as his unconscious body recovered from the trauma. On the third day he awoke, feeling like he’d just come back from the dead. His eyes awoke to a straw led into his mouth. He hadn’t even the strength to be shocked by Brenda leading the straw under her lab coat and into her anus. “Drink,” she said softly. Subject 32 considered spitting the straw out as a low grumble brought a white substance shooting through the translucent straw. It dripped into his mouth and he gurgled with ease...a strawberry banana smoothie. Brenda reached down to stroke his hair. “Enjoy it sweetie. You’ll won’t be eating solid foods for quite a while. Suck.” BBBLLLRRRTTT! A tiny fart pumped more of the juice from the doctor’s asshole to his mouth. He was quite hungry and decided to ignore the taste of ass along with the sugary fruit. Brenda sighed and sat beside his bed, gently shitting the fluid into his mouth when he struggled to swallow. “I’m afraid I have some bad news 32,” she said, caressing his cheeks with her giant hand. “The semen results showed negative for any sperm count. The procedure was unsuccessful. We’ll have to try again for Mrs. Avanna and Miriam. The boy coughed up part of his drink. FFFBBLLLRRTT! A stern fart sent him eating again. Brenda smiled. “I’m sorry. You did such a good job in the pregnancy room. It’s boys like you that give me a strong little girl. Well, not all boys like you.” She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her tummy. The boy jumped when the baby kicked. Brenda giggled. “She’s your size right now. Which is strange. I had a little boy toy that did this to me, a cute little chamber pot cleaner. I geuss I’m not all for Queen Sasha’s new pregnancy policy.” Brenda rose, taking off her lab coat to reveal her stark naked body- the boy natural had his straw drop out his gaped mouth. She was gorgeous, a cute, pregnant Goddess. She’d gotten fatter with the baby, namely with drooping tits and an expanded ass. “You and I are going to get Miriam and Avanna a baby...the old fashion way.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Brenda was already partaking in her motherly instincts, which led Subject 32 to have some interesting, sadistic thoughts. BBBLLLLRRAAAPPOOTT! Her booty rumbled just above his nose while her mouth went down on his balls. “Oaaahhh…” she sighed, before her mouth swallowed the boy’s penis, balls included. She sucked and the feeling was sensational, higher than the asparagus flavored toots she was delivering. PPRRRLLOOOBBBBTTT! The boy watched her asshole expand with scared curiosity. It was horrid, with tinges of ass hair clinging onto dried shit; it looked like a mesh of play dough the size of a cookie. Who knows how her lover could stand trying to fuck with that thing bearing down. PPRRRMMMPPPPTTT! “MMmmmm,” she moaned, her mouth drawing the life from her partner below. Now the boy understood. He only wished he had the strength to pleasure her as well. He let out pained grunts from his parched throat. “My dear?” said Brenda, releasing her death grip on his genitals. “Hrrrggghhhaaa…” was all he could say, but the boy gathered his strength to run a hand along her enormous buttcheeks spilling acorss the sides of the bed. BBBBRRLLLAAAABBBTTT! Brenda giggled as he inhaled her cheesy fart and sat up. The boy was perked up, with Brenda facing him. She smiled down knowingly, spreading her asscheeks and lowering onto the boy’s hips. FFRRRLLLLAAAAATTT! Brenda moaned, her brunette hair playfully cascading across her tits. The boy shivered as her warm fart air thundered from her asshole above, making it’s way to flutter across his nostrils with a bitter taste. Brenda playfully bounced on his still erect penis. The boy thrusted the best he could; he felt no fleshy texture, only the demoralizing punch of Brena’s booty slamming on his head. He panted and Brenda laughed. “Don’t worry little man, your penis isn’t that small. My little toilet cleaner couldn’t reach it either.” BBBRRLRLLRRRRBBRRRR! A bubbly fart rumbled across his penis and Subject 32 soon lost his drive to push forward. Brenda sighed, hugging him in the embrace of her large tits. FFFFHHLLOOOOOPPPPTTT! “Ohhh, there we go. You boys are getting so big down there these days. Maybe one day you’ll reach us.” Brenda lifted for a second while the boy was still caught in a euphoric daze. She carefully reached into her coat pocket and deposited a sperm collection condom onto his penis. Then, she sat her full weight down on his cock. PPPRRRMMBBLLLLTTTT! The fart rolled across his member and the boy exclaimed into her tits. Brenda kissed his forehead and sung a lullaby while her ass played the tuba beneath. BBRRRLLLBBBPPPTTT! FFFLLLLBBBTTTT! PPSSSSSOOOOOT-- “Oh no. Looks like Miriam isn’t the only one with a diet problem. Eh, the toilet bowl liked this...what do you think?” The boy was too lost to notice her asshole struggling. PPPUUTTRRRSSHHUUUBBTT! She sharted a flurry of hot diarrhea across his midsection. It went and went, with small farts puttering along the edges of her soft asscheeks. The boy was lost in a frenzy of pleasure. Brenda’s warm shit on his cock, the roll of the farts along his balls, the sour acid smell of her shit coupled with her hair conditioner and soft, creamy skin...it was all so much love. FFFWWOOPPPTTSSHHTTT! It seemed to be the final shart onto his lap. Brenda giggled, playfully scooting him to her belly. “Hmhmhem. I’m sure she’ll be doing this to some lucky fartboy pretty soon. Tell you what, think of a good name and I’ll let you skip your next session. Does that sound fair, 32?” He couldn’t even think of a response as his seminal fluid shot into the condom. Brenda sighed and rose, a trail of shit slopping onto the sheets beneath her. Now the boy was fully graced by the awful smell on his lower half and the bed. Brenda smiled. “I’ll get someone to move you another bed. I’ll take this.” She took the condom and wiped her hand on the boy’s chest. “Make sure you tell noone of this. We have to be professional. You resisted treatment and things got...messy. Which reminds me, sorry, standard procedure.” The boy braced himself as her massive shit stained crack came into view. He could do nothing as he was shoved inside, the messy brown shit making him gag as it coated his face. “Lemme know what you come up with sweetie. Until next time.” FFFSSSHHLLLOOOOOOTTTTT! The airy fart expelled a level of horrific smell even the glass chamber couldn’t replicate. Sour and rancid turkey smell pummeled the boy along with her shit. Still, as the last of his consciousness flittered away, he wished Brenda and her baby all the luck he could give. Oh and her name should be Grace, he decided. Sweet, loving, Grace. |
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