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Amazon Locker Room: Retraining WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION AND SCAT. READER DISCRETION ADVISED. Ben sat upon the bench next to the lockers with his head between his stomach. He felt like the Amazon trudging in here angrily, slamming their lockers and spraying angry, sweaty farts to the tune of their rage. Ben wished he was an Amazon, even a losing one. It sure beat being a locker boy. BBWWUULLLRRUUTTT! The fart rang strangely and eerily along the locker room halls. It might have been the echo, or it could have been Angela’s diet of nachos and other gassy foods. FFTTUULLUURRPPPPTTT! Of course, one must also consider her size; Angela was an Amazon, an older one, but still fit in her prime. An Amazon’s fart were always strange, as well as smellier and stinkier than their regular female counterparts. Ben knew this all too well. PPTTUURRRRLLLPPBBTT! He jumped; instead of where Ben had been following the sound of her farts, she had actually appeared behind him. “There you are, stinker! Had to make my own hot dogs this morning!” she said, slapping the back of his head. Ben whimpered. He could smell the hotdogs pouring behind him; she had added every condiment to increase her gassy powers. Angela stepped in front of him. She looked as gorgeous as she had in her wrestling days, wearing a yellow fighting bikini. Ben didn’t even try to hide his pleasure looking at her. She knew, and she smiled while she turned. BBRRRMMMPPBBTTTTT! “Oaaahh! Still fits like a dream. Ahh the heads I used to put between these butt knockers boy. Back then they had locker boys licking the sweat off our asses!” PPTTRRRRAAAAPPPBBTTT! The boy flinched as the gas expanded her bright panties in his face. He covered his nose as they gently deflated, releasing the methane into his face. Angela laughed. “I geuss Locker Boys does mean Locker Boys. C’mon, on your feet pansy!” Ben rose, met face to ass with her booty. “Let’s get you started in the washroom.” BBLLLRRLLBBLLRRBBTTT! Cruelly, Angela farted. Ben followed as was his duty and nature. It seemed the lives of slave boys were written by devious authors of life, determined to keep his face in the stench of Amazon ass. PLLLLRRRRRRRRTTT! He never questioned it; he simply sulked and coughed as the rotten meat smell hit his tounge. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ben smelled the washroom before he entered it. It was awful, like a manure factory had been set up outside of a barnhouse. “Oh yeah, forgot to clean this place since Vincent’s been gone,” said Angela. She grabbed a can of air freshener, spraying it nonchalantly. PPPPRLLLAAAAPBBBTTT! The fart seemed to drown out any attempt of cleaning the air. The place smelled almost as bad as the bathrooms...it wasn’t his fault, but Ben cursed his co-worker Vincent for not thinking of him. “Eh, you’ll need to get used the smell anyway,” Angela said. “Speaking of…”. She led Ben by the hand to a pile of laundry reaching the size of an elephant. Sweaty and stained Amazon underwear almost touched the ceiling. “The ladies need those done by noon before the fighting starts. You’ll know who's going up first on the list. If it’s not on there, don’t worry, one of the fighters will, eh, let you know.” Ben’s face was thrusted into her panties as she let out a daft fart. PPLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPP! “That’s gunna serve as a good reminder to you.” She released him to gag onto the floor. “So, half a cup of bleach and two cups of detergent for one load,” she continued, now bending to his position. “And only that much, it’s expensive! You use any more than that and when I’m done with you we’ll have to throw you in the wash as well.” BBLLRRRLLPPTSSSTTTT! The sour fart engraved in Angela’s instruction in more than she did. “What am I forgetting? Oh yes. HHRRUGGHH!” PPSSAAARRTTSSTTLLLTTSTT! The rattling squirts from Angela’s underwear were known well to Ben. He closed his eyes, knowing full well what was going on inside her underwear. BBRRPPSSSTHHTTSSTT! With a grunt, she shat herself more, to the point where a diaper couldn’t keep the noxious smell inside. She sighed and Ben opened his eyes; the shit was leaking along her thighs. “Now this, this is going to happen more times than you think, Ben.” Said Angela. She took off her underwear, letting the contained shit pour onto the floor like pancake batter. “Not gunna clean that up for you fart boy. You’ve been with me, you’ve seen worse. Besides, you need some practice mopping these floors.” PPSHHOORRTSTT! An airy squirt released more shit onto the floor and his face. “Here’s what you do need to know. Scoop up the dirty stuff and when you're done, place the undies in a sink with some hot water.” Angela did just that, then walked back to him. “Now you let it sit for a minute or two, then get right to scraping. Dirty undies are the number one cost of Amazon gyms, you know that boy?” Ben nodded his head...then shook his head...he didn’t know the right response. Angela sighed, picking him up with one hand. “Come on, let the water run for a while. More important is my asscrack, which is NOT gunna dry up, you hear me?” FFRRRLLPPATTTT! Ben certainly did. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ben envied Vincent and Hannah’s relationship. FFLLOORRSSTTTTPPPP! Angela’s wet, shit filled fart hit him in the shower and he felt dazed. Ben knew Angela didn’t smell like roses...but it had to be better than this. PPRRSSSSSSLLRRRR! The hot fart mixed with the hot shower water, with Ben caught in between. He was eyelevel with her asshole and couldn’t take it. How was he going to deal with this for a whole month? Fuck Vincent and fuck Hannah! This was unfair, inhumane!...BBLLRRLLABRBRBBAOOOTT! And disgusting. Ben took a step back from his mistresses asshole to catch his breath. Angela sighed, grabbing his neck against her protests. “I told you, use soap, boy! Of course my ass is gunna stink, I shat myself! What are you gunna do when some poor girl comes back from a fight smelling like a hog house?” Ben had no ansewer to that question, just horrifying dreams of it. PPRRRAAMMPBBTT! Ben was shoved deeper in her crack and rubbed the outside of her booty with the soap. God, at some point he must have thought Angela was gorgeous. She had a body, an older, wrinklier body, but she was built as can be. FFFPSSSHHOOOPTTT! He watched her asshole tingle forward; sometimes when she was gassing him intently he pretended it was a girl’s mouth kissing him. Not this time. He etched his lips away as her asshole kissed his cheeks like granny lips. It was still slimy from her shit and prolapsed to the size of an actual human mouth. BBLLLRROPPOOTTTT! Oh god, another watery meat fart! What ben wouldn’t give to punch her to the floor, then mount this old hag like the disgusting farting pig he was...he’d probably- “Ben!” FFHHSAWWAARRPBPBTT! Ben was enraptured, caught between her booty hole as it shot hot shower water in his face. He shivered and looked up whilst coughing. Angela glared down at him. “The soap, Ben, give it!’ she said. Ben did so and Angela grunted in approval. She shoved it against her anus; it ate the whole bar in one swoop. PPRRAAPBBBTTT! Ben cowered as the bar was shot onto his chest, along with her soapy shit water. She was clean. “Ahhh. Make sure the shitwater goes down the drain, Ben, always! I’m going to towel off, I’ll see you in ten!” Instead of toweling off or washing off the stink, Ben spent his 10 minutes crying and quietly masturbating to images of Angela under his will. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Angela was more than Ben’s boss. She was his Mistress and his owner. Ben was nothing, in the fact that he was in relation to her. Nothing was more evident as she shoved him into the bathroom stall with her. She tried scooting past him in the tight space with little regard to his safety. BBRRLLLAAARRPPPTTT! She farted, having caught her mighty booty between his face. Ben coughed as she tried wiggling around him. She slapped his face with her cheeks, giving the least bit of concern to his pained outcries. Ben winced as he heard another grunt. PPRRP! The fart was nothing, but as Ben gazed into her butthole, he saw the matter forming in front of him. She couldn’t even wait to take her place on the toilet lid. Fear struck him hard as the rank smell hit his face. He couldn’t do it. He turned and tried to crawl under the stall door. Angela laughed gently, stamping him down with her foot. “Ben, you’re being very bad right now.” The boy flailed useless as her foot dragged him closer...then her hands...and finally, her tree branch arms. Angela held him between her arms as Ben was forced upon her lap. BBOOOLLRRUUPPTT! The fart erupted around the toilet bowl and into their nostrils. Ben flailed wildly. It would soon begin. “Ah, the memories I used to have in these places. That’s why I bough out this old gym, Ben. To give some Amazons that feeling I used to have. And to teach you boys some hard earned respect.” FLLLLRBBARROOTTTT! Ben had now stopped, fully at her mercy. She wasn’t even squeezing, just holding him in place. “Ben, I’m doing this for your own good. You’ve been a good slave, but I won’t always be here to watch over you. For instance, THIS is where Amazon’s usually place you.” Ben shrieked as she suddenly shoved him into the toilet bowl, then sealed it with her ass. FBBBBARRRRRTTTT! PPLLLAAAAPPPBBTTT! BRROOOMMMPPPTTT! The farts soared into his face with the toilet water. He screamed; his only breathing methods were poo water and her bulging wet asshole. After a moment, she sighed, bringing him back up into her arms. “Poor, weak, boy. You wouldn’t survive the Russian olympic wrestlers. God, the things those girls could do to a toilet!..and a toilet bowl.” BLLLRRMMPPTTTT! Angela laughed before giving a hefty grunt. PPRRMMMT--FLLBBTTTT! The two farts led to a series of sickly squishing sounds. Angela sounded like a dying cow, squeezing her slave to the point of breaking him. With the air that wasn’t being squeezed out of him, Ben smelt her horrendous log beneath him. Hot dogs, jalepenos, 5 different, cheeses, and yogurt comprised the diet of this elder Amazon...and all of it combined to be reincarnated into disgust. FFLLLUUPPRRBBTT! “Ahhh! WHOO! Now that was a doozy! Just like in 79’!” Angela once again shoved her slave into the toilet, only so far. The shit had stacked to reach her buttocks; Ben rested just beneath her thighs and asscrack. “Ahh, do you smell it Ben? That’s the smell of a fighter’s diet!” FFLLLRRAAAARRTTTTTTT! The furious shart pounded Ben’s skull. He couldn’t breath and he felt like the life was being sucked out and replaced with her shit. Angela laughed as he shook beneath her. “Oh quit whining. I’m sure one of our girls will cook up something nastier for you to clean. Just wanted to give you a taste for the stink of my flesh.” BBRRLLLAAAAPPBBBBBBTTTTT! Angela let Ben sit in her stew a little while longer before he was allowed to unclog the toilet. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ben had scrubbed the last of her shit off his skin, but not his soul. It seems like he’d never get clean. BBLLLRRRRRRRT! There it was, Angela’s dry, hefty toots again. She stepped into the showers, fully naked. Ben shivered in the cold as he felt her stink touch his skin. “Scuze’ me buttercup, big girl coming through.” she said. Then, she simply stepped over him, letting another dry fart blow onto his forehead as she did so. The water was turned on and past the mountainous vision of her booty was her hand, holding a bar of soap. “Scrub a dub’ fart boy, let’s go. I gotta hit the airport.” PPPSSSRRARRPPTT! Her booty was already dribbling from the shower water hitting her shitty asshole. Ben gently wept as he began wiping her ass. The smell once again hit him in his gentle spaces. He was lost in her booty, that is, in thought. How was he ever going to survive next month? Angela was gone, at least; but she was being replaced by forty or so dirty Amazons, with hundreds of trainers waiting to gas him into oblivion. He hadn’t known how Vince did it, smelling all these asses all day. BBLLUURRBBSSSTTT! Angela’s booty coated him again and Ben migrated to washing her asscrack. God, he wondered if Hannah was this disgusting to Vincent. Ohh, Hannah. Without knowing it, Ben stoked his cock, feeling around Angela’s soft rump. He sighed, imagining himself in a paradise, surrounded by beautiful Amazon’s handing him chocolate and kisses and- PPPRRRRAAAAAAPPBBBBTTT! Ben coughed as Angela’s rancid fart shot shit water into his mouth. “Ben, up here,” she said. Her hand guided his away from her vagina and along towards her asshole. Ben did his duty, handing his soap bar off to her asshole. Angela giggled; in a moment she caught his hand deep inside her pooper. Ben didn’t even know it went this deep or felt so...oh god! He was touching something, something mushy and gross. “Ahh, still got it! I’m gunna miss you my little locker toilet. Keep my seat warm in the office, you hear?” With that, Angela shot his hand out her asshole with a deafening PPHHRRAAAAPPRRRPPPTT! The bar of soap soon followed, crashing onto the floor, then piled on by a loose string of wet shit. Angela laughed and smiled down at him, blowing him a kiss as she sauntered away. “One of these towels is going to get dirty!” she called. Ben knew and he thanked her for it. |
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