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Amazon Locker Room WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, FART/BUTT FETISHISM, SCAT, AND SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. With the last of the clothing loaded, I shut the washer door and pressed the “FULL LOAD” button. Some things about being a Locker Boy were monotonous. But most of it was strenuous. “GAHH!” came a burst of air I breathed in. Despite my best efforts, the musty stench of Amazon fart and feces overpowered holding my breath in. I sighed. I thought 3 months would have made me used to this job. But the Amazons and their wrestling leagues produced a stench unmatched by normal humans. I took a moment to breathe into an open detergent bottle. That usually calmed me down. “Vincent! You little shit!” Usually. I emerged from the washroom into the locker rooms menacing halls. The lingering smell of ass sweat and female musk hung forebodingly like a horror movie mist. I walked among the funk and lockers to find who was calling my name. “There you are you little shit-stain!” I turned around, all too late. The source of the voice was from Paula; as usual, she wasn’t too jubilant to see me. “Ow! Hey-” before I could protest, Paula had turned me around and shoved me against her massive Hispanic buttcheeks. I gagged- she was holding me neck in, but I felt a greasy moistness running from her underwear across my face. “Ya, do you smell that you little shit stain?” she screamed at me. “Does THIS smell clean to you!” BBRRRRLLLAAABBBPPTTT! Her spicy fart sent a bean flavored concoction of flatulence my way. The sweat didn’t sit on the fence. I gagged as her female odors combined for a powerhouse of smells in my brain. “Yeah breathe it in shit eater! Fiona may stand for this shit, but I won’t!” Paula threw me against a locker. I groaned as the pain shifted from metaphysical to very physical. Paula loomed over me, slowly taking off her underwear and bra. A good Amazon stood around 11 feet and Paula was no exception. She had a breasts and butt to smother any human male in a matter of seconds. A factoid I became very well versed with from working with her. I flinched as her massive clothing articles were tossed my way. “Clean it! And get me a new pair. NOW!” Once I regained my senses, I ran back into the washing room. Hopefully she wouldn’t follow to critique my work. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Man these underwear were disgusting. Paula had really gone to town on these things! Or at least, someone did. I dunno, it’s not really my fault that I mixed up the clean underwear from the dirty. Everyone here was out to get me. Whereas Paula demanded absolute perfection, some Amazons seemed to only want to get me in trouble. I caught a few of them messing with the laundry, trying out clean pairs then rubbing them between their sweaty cheeks. Whenever I caught them, sometimes using the clothing as toilet paper, they always had the upper hand. “Well if you aren’t going to stock the shitter, we have to use something!” taunted Molly. I squirmed as she sat on my chest, riding reverse cowgirl. BBBLLLAAAAPPPTTT! I watched her spread asscheeks assault me with a light green cloud of gas. Daphne laughed, then began to squat over my face. “Yeah locker boy, you gotta keep up with this shit! Otherwise, you’re gonna be keeping up with THIS shit.” I screamed as Daphne’s dark, dirty asshole expanded, beginning to shoot out a massive log. “Stop! Don’t, please!” I pleaded. Daphne laughed as she grunted; Molly took it upon herself to let another squeeker out on my chest. “Well you’re not keeping up with the laundry OR the shitter, locker boy. Where am I supposed to put this?” said Daphne, shaking her ass and clinging turd above me. I gasped. The shit was getting bigger and bigger, reaching the breaking point of pinching off….right on top of me. “In the fabric softener!” I cried. The room was silent, save for another monster fart laid on by Molly. “Where am I going?” said Daphne smiling down at me. “Just- just shit in the fabric softener bottle!” I said. Daphne laughed, then grabbed the bottle off the counter. PPRRRBBBOOOOT! The fart echoed throughout the bottle. To my sadness, the shit didn’t fit through the opening at all. The Amazons laughed as dirty bubbles rose on top of the lid. “Make sure you put our wash in first, locker boy!” said Molly as the pair left the room. I sighed. The boss wouldn’t be happy about another product lost. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That ordeal was my first week. Now I had gotten proficient enough to keep up with my tasks...well, most of them. Amazon's went through rolls of toilet paper and clothing like you wouldn’t believe. I sniffed every inch of Paula’s new underwear, then rushed outside to her. “h-here.” I said, cautiously handing her a bra and panties. Paula snatched the underwear and held them at her waist. “Are you kidding me?! This isn’t my size! I can barely wipe my ass with this!” FFRRRRPPPTTTT! To my dismay, Paula mimed the action with the clothes, dirtying them once more. Amazon’s came in different shapes and sizes...mostly big sizes. It was unfortunate for me that Paula was much bigger. “Get another one!” she cried, throwing the smelly clothes at me. The second pair was a perfect match and Paula seemed satisfied. Well, at least I thought she did. Before I knew it she had gripped my neck again. This time, she pulled the panties apart, shoving me into the side entrance. I tried screaming, but she muffled me against her massive cheeks. “Yeah, smell that you little shit? This is me being nice.” FFFFFLLLLAAAAPPPTTT! I gagged, but held in my puke as her rancid fart shot into my face. I didn’t want to see her angry farts. “If you get me a dirty pair of undies again, I’ll have you fighting ring side against my ass! Get it?!” BBBLLLRRBBBBBBB! I choked as the hot air had nowhere to go but against the underwear and my poor face. Paula was impatient for an ansewer and dropped me to the floor. I spent the next minute trying to keep my head from spinning from her stench. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It wasn’t all bad moments like this. Sometimes I had downtime. I listened to my provisioned radio, hoping to catch the fight. At least, the part I liked. “Next up we have the gorgeous Brumhilda versus the beautiful Taylor!” said the announcer on the FM device. I sighed. I had no interest in this sport, but I took this job out of love for my girlfriend, Hanna. Yes, she was an Amazon, but a beautiful, gentle creature. I spent most of my time with her and the rest of the time trying figure out how to get on her good side. And yes, the sex IS that good. “Hey Vincet! Can you come here for a minute?” Sigh, duty calls...hopefully it isn’t “doody”. I maneuvered through the locker room carefully. It was fully stocked with Amazon's, fresh from the first round of eliminations. I tiptoed around a mountain of big booties and breasts. You don’t want to run into a just defeated Amazon. They can get quite testy...and very gassy. “Oh hey, Vincet, right here!” I saw Jessica, sporting her dark skin and afro black hair. “Do me a favor, can I get a shield?” she said whispering. “Sure thing.” I whispered back, spreading my arms. The shield was supposed to cover any “embarrassing occurrences” at the locker room. It wasn’t official training but I liked to help the Amazons the best I could-and also get on their good side. BBLLLLBBBBBBB! I winced as Jessica let out a bubbly fart as she bent to change. “Sorry, I had a bad match,” she said. I turned my nose away once her butt revealed its true nature. It smelled horrific-no exaggeration there. A long strain of shit ran along her asscrack, along with a couple dark red streaks of blood. “Jesus, what the hell happened?” I asked, trying my hardest not to break the shield and cover my nose. “I-BBBRRRRPPBBBTT!- oh god, sorry!” Jessica started. “This cunt really fought dirty, let me tell you Vincet. She fucking clawed at my ass the whole match! When she saw that wasn’t working she began punching me in the gut. I got kind of sick and well,” FFRRRROMMPPTTSSTT! An all too wet fart shot a raunchy smell of gas at me. “And THAT?!” I said coughing. I willed myself to scan her cheeks and saw a hefty line of bruises along her massive cheeks. God her ass was fat. I hope whoever took Jessica on wouldn’t want me to service them too. I sighed, trying to move with Jessica’s movements as she shuffled to the shower. “By the way I saw Hanna fighting this morning. You got quite the fighter on your hands!” said Jessica. She gently put my hands down and started the shower. “Yeah I got lucky. She’s only like that in the ring. I hope.” Jessica smiled, giving me a playful slap on her tush. “Careful locker boy. Make sure she doesn't make you her sparring partner!” BBBLLLRPPPPTSTHT! Jessica giggled as her playful fart aimed itself in my direction. She stopped when the pain made her wince. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell her to go easy on you too!” I said, giving Jessica a slap on the butt. “Ow! Not funny locker boy!” she said. I smiled as I went back to my duties. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I got a call from the office and hoped it wasn’t trouble. Angela was the manager, ringmaster, and just generally ran the arena. She could get pretty testy on bad days. I hurried and made sure I wouldn’t give her a bad day. Angela was sprawled across her arm chair, a pile of work cluttering her desk. She didn’t even bother to convince me she was busy though. Angela’s older visage was wrapped in a smile across her pale face. Her hands led down to her large pussy, which was making wet sounds from her masturbation session. I couldn’t help but looking down at her upturned asscheeks. I found my co-worker Ben stuffed between her plump wrinkled booty, his face covered completely my smell ass meat. “Ah, Vincet! Come in! Make yourself comfortable. I sure will.” BBBRRLLLAAARRRRRPPP! A horrendous sounding fart rippled against the poor guy’s face. I tried to be polite and not look. I’m so glad Hanna didn’t treat me like that. Amazon’s had a reputation for being bad with “relationships”. BBBLLLLLTTTTTT! I only could imagine how long Ben had been under her ass for. “Now everything is running fine right now,” continued Angela, removing her hand from her pussy only to point towards the lockers. “But I just wanted to give you a heads up. It sounds like you're going to be working overtime tonight.” The Amazon closed her eyes and paused, smiling as a dreary SBD sounded from her asshole. I could feel Ben kicking under her desk. I tried my best not to flinch from the horrendous smell of my bosses farts. “um, overtime ma'am?” “Yeah, turns out we got a couple of fighters turning up late. Their bus had some engine problems or some shit. Looks like we’re postponing their fights till later.” BBLLLLAAAPPPBT! FOOOOOORRRTT! PLLLBBBLLBBB! Angela took a 15 second farting break to retake her thoughts. “Okay? So I need those bathrooms stocked, those panties washed, and those showers cleaned. This is the brazilian team coming in, I heard they have some weird fetishes with they do with the shower heads.” BBLLLOOOOPPPPTT! As if all this wasn’t weird enough? “So go ahead and get to it!” said Angela. She stood, moving off her chair to get another plate of nachos by a drawer. I took one last look at Ben. His face was sunk in and I could see a trail of asshole marks lining his face. He took in every second of fresh air and didn’t dare move. He and I damn well knew what kind of punishment Angela is capable of. “Oh yeah and Vincent, tell Hanna I said good luck!” said Angela, retaking her position along Ben’s face. “She’s been giving me some tense fights! Been giving me the shits!” FFFLLLAAARRRPPP! Angela sighed in euphoria as her hands sunk in pussy to congratulate her asshole’s work. “Oh and by the way, toilet #5 is clogged. Sorry about that.” “No problem ma'am. I’ll get right on it.” I said, shutting the door. I left right as she unleashed a sour sounding fart on Ben’s face. “Alright Benny boy, that was a good one! Let’s try some tongue now.” I heard. God, was I glad I was just a locker boy.
The Amazon females could be quite majestic, beautiful creatures. I should know, I have one as a girlfriend. But they definitely had their downsides...and I was looking at it right now. The toilet was around 3 times the size of a regular toilet. That made the clogged toilet an even bigger problem. The psi of said toilets was supposedly made to match the power of an Amazon booty. Clearly, one of them took that as a challenge. The toilet bowl was filled to the brim with feces, the smell of which was burning my eyes and wanting to make me add my puke into the mix. I didn’t dare flush it down- the bowl would fill with shit water in seconds. For a full 5 minutes I stared at the massacred toilet, plunger in hand, figuring out how to tackle this problem. The toilet was mostly thick brown sludge, with a couple of large turds popping to the surface. Either this Amazon REALLY had to poop, possible twice, or they were trying to make my job a living hell. I took a deep sigh...it was too late for them to push me to any further brinks with this job. I held my nose and stuck my bear arms in. My nose felt nothing, but I could feel my eyes tearing at the seams. The mass of shit gunked around my hands and fingernails. I hoped I would never have to relive this again. After 30 seconds or so of digging,(and willing myself to push my arms down further) I found the culprit. My hands clenched tight and I pulled with all my might past the sticky feces. Standing up I clenched a wad of Amazon underwear, balled up and dripping with slimy shit. “Oh god…”. I couldn’t hold it. I dropped the underwear and heaved into the toilet bowl, doing my best to keep my face out. Shit water splashed at my face as the toilet was now working at full force. I sighed. I’d probably spend an hour or so cleaning the brim of this toilet. Then I’d have to wash the panties, cleaning up after the inevitable trail of shit they would drop. God I hated being a Locker Boy. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I tended to the locker room the best I could, picking up a trail of dirtied panties left by the fighters. After the toilet ideal, they seemed like heaven. Ah, and then there was Hanna’s underwear. I saw the bright orange lace and scooped them up with my arms. My face found their way into sides where her hips had been. They smelled of her musk and oily farts. Granted, I’m not a big fan of that stuff. I’m just into her butt...and her natural smell...and her dominating figure. BBRRRLLLPPPPTTT! I jumped, unaware of any Amazons in the locker room. Sheila, a heavyweight fighter came in and tossed her dirty panties my way. They smelled of her recently ripped ass. “Hey Locker Boy, is that shitter still clogged?” she asked disinterested. I peeked my head out from the stack of clothes I was carrying. “Yeah, it should be, I mean. I’ve had to clean a lot of them recently.” I said. Sheila didn’t talk much, but her hips sure gave a lot of sass. I watched her turn around and glad she wasn’t the mean type of Amazon. A strand of wet ass hair flittered as she let loose another loud toot. BBRRRROOOOPPPP! “Ugh, good. I need to shit like a bear right now. It’s probably those damn Brazillians fucking up the toilets. They fight dirty and it seems like they give the same treatment to the bathrooms.” FFFLLLPPPPTTTT! I coughed, standing a little too close to Shiela’s massive buttcheeks. “I hear you there,” I muttered. I carried the clothes off to the washroom, desperate to get a load done. Hopefully nothing else would come up in this overtime shift. I didn’t even get to see any of Hanna’s matches! Maybe Angela will get down to the bottom of who’s desecrating those toilets. Hopefully the matches aren’t keeping her too busy. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To my misfortune, the locker room was keeping me pretty busy today. The panties now took EXTRA long to wash; along with my other duties, I just couldn’t keep up! Adding on to that, Hanna was apparently doing pretty well! I only could listen to about a third of her matches with all the shit that was going on. Just when I thought I could catch her current match, I heard a noise in broken English. “Locker Boy! In here! Help in here!” I turned off my radio and left the laundry room. I wandered till I found one large Amazon at the end of the hallway. She had tanned skin and was very beautiful...she also sported underwear with the Brazilian flag on the back. She smiled and motioned for me to come. “Help! Help in here!” she said, pointing at an open locker. This was all VERY confusing. “Um, what’s up?” I said, immediately regretting those choice of words. Approaching the locker I could smell the distinct scent of shit. Someone had taken a massive dump in the locker. “Oh Goddammit!” I said. I looked to the Amazon, who shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. So now I was dealing with another mystery shitter. “Look, up here!” she said, pointing to the lockers top shelf. I sighed then, carefully trying to not step in shit, reached for the top shelf. Bad mistake. The Amazon pushed me into the locker and slammed the door on my back. “Hey what are you doing?!” I shouted, shocked and disgusted to find myself trapped in with her shit. Quick as a flash, the Amazon laughed as her massive buttocks covered the locker door. She giddily shouted in her own language. FFRRRRRAAPPBBBTT! A sour smelling fart rushed past the cold steel and into the ventilation holes. I coughed as her bean flavored fart mixed in with the dank shit. FFLLLLBBBTT! PPPRRLLLBBBTTT! Her butt launched two more stinky farts my way. I backed away, trying to escape the stinky hell. But I was trapped like a rat...a rat who was now surrounded by five other cats. A gaggle of Brazilian Amazons were laughing and shouting, taking turns trying to cover the holes with their naked asses. FFFLLLBBBTTT! PPPRRRRRRSSSTT! PPPLLLLAAAPPPP! Fart after fart clogged my vision with a stinky haze. I screamed and pleaded for release. Either they couldn’t understand me or they just didn’t care. FFFBBBBUUUTT! PPLLLRRBBBTT! PPWWWUUOOMMMP! I covered my hands as a series of foreign assholes and farts clogged my head with their stench. My efforts to pry myself free were fruitless. Their butts alone probably weighed about half of me. PPRRRBBTT! FWWWWOOOMMMBBPPT! They laughed and cheered as I slunk to the bottom, curled up in their feces and a swirl of their stink circling me. The last thing I saw was the locker door being opened. The Amazon who had tricked me stood overhead, her bare ass pointed right at me. She said something in a taunting voice, then grunted. I felt a log, thick as a tree branch slither onto my face. I didn’t even have the strength to protest. Her friends laughed, giving me a few parting toots before locking me inside. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was woken far too late. My knees buckled as I tried to stand. My eyes and nose were sending false signals to whoever was speaking to me. My spirits only rose when I saw who had rescued me: my own sweet Hannah. “Jesus christ! Fucking Brazilians…” I heard her go off. She carried me on her shoulders to the showers. “I’ll help you clean this up. But first, let’s get YOU cleaned up.” I leaned against her massive chest, using her pompous tits for balance...and comfort. She nuzzled me in close, rinsing the dried shit off into the shower. “Well, at least one of use isn’t having a bad day.” she said. BBBRRLLLPPTTT! “Crap. Sorry.” she said, trying to fan her shower fart away from me. “It’s okay. How’d you do?” I asked, hiding my nose in her tits to avoid the added stench. Hannah laughed. “You didn’t hear sweety? I won! The whole damn tournament! Angela said I get to go to the Nationals Event. Isn’t that exciting?” BBLLBBTTSHHTT! Hannah let out wet fart; it happens when she gets excited. I wasn’t exactly feeling it. “I’m so proud of you honey. That’s great. That’s cool.” I said tiredly. Hannah giggled in her sweet voice and lifted me up. “Hey, cheer up locker boy! I’m bringing your bony ass with me! You know what that means? No more locker duty.” My face felt like it was going to pop from the smiles I was giving. “No more Locker Duty?!” Hannah gave me a kiss on the forehead. “Nope. Angela is moving you to fighter support. The easy stuff. From now on you’ll be cheering for me ringside, taking care of my clothes...and of me.” I felt Hannah’s grab my arm and move it down to her soft pussy lips. God I had missed the touch of my mismatched hand to her giant, soft pussy. PPPLLLLLLBBBBBTTTT! “Course I might have you on call just in case I get bored. Think that will be a problem?” she said sexily. I let myself down gently, suddenly regaining my motor skills. “Not a problem at all, sexybuns.” PPRRLLBBLBB! She farted and giggled, having been called her favorite name. I nuzzled my head into her thighs and began chewing at her pussy lips. She sighed, letting out a small, arousing SBD. I tried my hardest to focus my pleasure on her. She was my sweetheart. This was her day as much as mine. I felt her soft, massive hands guide my head along her pussy. “Angela’s gone, you know. That heartless bitch thought you cleaned up and left early.” said Hannah. I smiled underneath my Amazon’s girlfriends mighty ass. “Well good. She won’t mind if we use the facilities?” I said, smacking Hannah’s ass. FFLLLRRPPTSTHT! A harsh wet fart signified her agreement. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hannah and I groped and kissed our naked asses along the stadium walls till we made it to Angela’s office. FFFLLLPPPRRTTT! “Ahhh, there we go,” said Hannah, fanning her fart around the room. Angela didn’t like anyone’s stench in here except her own. Yeah, I know. Hannah and I are rebels. Hannah picked me up and flung me onto Angela’s throw chair. Her massive mouth covered my cock, sucking it dry like a vacuum hose. Throughout my pleasuress moans, I heard Angela’s slave/pet Ben whimper in the corner. Ben watched eagerly in his cage, excited by the Amazon relationship he would never had. I held a finger to my lips and Ben nodded silently. He could watch, but there was no use of both of us getting in trouble. Hannah figured her oral pleasure had gone on long enough and rose so I could give her my own. I felt my face became flush with her soft plump cheeks. BBLLLBBBBBBB! I felt the musky fart launch on my hair. Her asshole was now dry and I took in the scent of her beefy farts. We had an agreement during sex that I could be farted on, so long as it wasn’t too severe. BBBLLLAAPPPPTTT! I knew that fart-Hannah was REALLY in the mood from her victories today. I whisked my tounge across her butthole and shoved my whole hand into her vagina. She moaned, pleased I was partaking in her favorite pleasuring positions. FFFFLLLLLBBBTT! PPRPRRRRTTTT! I licked on and on, taking in her farts of gratitude towards my mouth. Hannah and I were like sexual yin and yang. We both were consensual and willing to go as far as the other liked. That’s why we’re so good together! BBRRRROMMMPPPTT! A fierce fart shot out. Not able to take the heat, I switched my hand to her asshole and my tounge to her pussy. She let out equally pleasurable moans from the switch up. I tried my hardest to concentrate on the task at hand. Ben was having a good time of his own, chirping in with his solo sex session. It sounded like he was turned on by our show. After a minute or two, I stood, trying to push my girlfriend onto the chair. She giggled, letting out a playful fart in my face and booty bumped me into the chair. I smiled as she playfully twerked in my face, letting out a few loose farts to challenge me. BBBRRRRTTTT! FFFLLLRRRAAPP! PPPPLLLMMMPPPTT! Silly girl! She had one against the Amazons, but she had yet to face me! I stood on the seat of the chair and grabbed her buttocks. Now equal fucking height, I thrust my penis into her vagina...the best I could. Keep in mind, she WAS an Amazon. “oooh. Lockerboys got mooooves!” she said, letting out a dry fart to keep me aroused. I slapped her ass and thrusted even deeper as she moaned. “Looks like you still got a ways to fight!” I said through gritted teeth. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I’ll spare you guys the gritty details-because trust me, there’s a LOT of them when it comes to us. Hannah and I finished our hour long fuck session and she helped me clean up the locker room. Despite all that had happened, I felt like it was a great day. I couldn’t stop bouncing on Hannah’s lap as she drove the car home. She laughed down at me, grasping my resting balls in her Amazonian hands. “Feels like you're ready for round two,” she whispered sexily. I leaned up to kiss her neck then nuzzle between her breasts. “I’ll spar with you anyday Hannah,” I said. She smiled then let out a big grunt. FFWWWRRRMMMMPPPPTTT! I could feel my whole body quiver as her ass ripped across the seat. “Don’t make me pull over this car, sexybuns.” she said. I smiled, letting her rotten milk scent guide me off into a gentle nap. I slept the rest of the car ride home. God I love Hannah so much! |
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