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Bidet Slave WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, FART/BUTT FETISHISM, SCAT, ANAL VORE, AND SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS. READER DISCRETION ADVISED. Ms. Faraway took her seat on the toilet lid just like any other person would in the bathroom. I only knew her name from a glimpse on her nametag. She had a pretty face, but her face was not the body part I was to focus on. FFFFBBBLLLUUOOOOTTT! Before her pants were fully down and her ass was on the toilet lid, she farted, letting the dank cream cheese toot seal within the toilet water. I looked at her butthole as it winced, ready to fire something foul worse than a small toilet bowl toot. She sighed, as if summoning the strength to unleash her hell on me. My eyes simply stared at her bright pink butthole, waiting for it to turn brown. After a few moments, she spoke her needs. “Pleasure me,”. That was all. Ms. Faraway turned out to be a Timewaster. That’s what I called her in my business. Some Giantess who doesn’t really NEED to use the toilet, just wants to play on their phone and give a few farts to a poor working slave like myself. Ms. Faraway went a little bold in her approach, however. FFFFFFRRRRRLLUUURPPPTT! “Ahhh,” she exclaimed gently. As she dove me deeper into her cunt, I couldn’t help but be happy I had avoided the breakfast bagel fart. Her pussy was rank, as was any woman who came in here to play with me. But I’ve definitley seen,(and smelled) worse. BBWWAAAMMPPPPTTT! “Oaahh!” I could feel the vibrations of her butthole close by. A river of cum dribbled down her cooch and I was slunk out to splash into the toilet water. FFRRRLLAAABBPTTTTT! The woman gave herself one more satisfying fart to grace my tounge, then rose to pull up her pants. “Thank you for coming ma'am,” I was forced to say, wading towards my personal ladder on the side. She reached for the toilet’s edge. “No ma'am wait, it’s clean, there’s no need to flush the-”. Too late. I spun in a whirlwind of fart juice and lady cum, sucked down to the toilet’s center. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I survived, thank christ, due to the safety net installed in the toilet’s plumbing. I was lucky, in some sick sense, for some toilet bidet’s didn’t even get that. I couldn’t blame Ms. Faraway in particular for my near death experience. It’s happened before and most Giantesses don’t care about the lonely life of a toilet slave. As per example one newcomer who came in next. PPSSHHHLLARRRRRTTTTSSS! I watched in almost pure darkness as the woman sharted another flurry of feces into the toilet. I was safe from it’s touch located in the lid, but not from the smell. To avoid accidental smushing, the Goddesses at be determined I was to remain off the toilet lid, fully immersed in the smell of the Giantess odors. BBLLLAARRBBBTTSSHHTSSS! Yeah, keeping me trapped between two slabs of big black asscheeks and an increasing river of shit sure wouldn’t kill me...those sadistic bitches. FFRRRPPBBTTSSTT….BBLLLPPT!...PPRRRSSHOPPTT! She kept grunting and little by little her asshole managed to push out some manner of shit. PPSSSLLAAATTT! She sharted, the mixture managing to hit the side of the toilet bowl...my side...in my face. When it was all said and done, the woman had managed to fill the bowl to the brim with shit, nearly touching her ass. Even for a Giantess, she had a fucking problem. “Ohh god! That was a doozy!” she said, letting out another small ripples of farts. “Ma'am, please, don’t shit anymore!” I shouted from inside. “I need to manually reset the PSI, this may take a flush or two!” Maybe she didn’t hear me, or maybe she didn’t care. Next thing I knew she pushed the handle and rose. The toilet churned, begging to be released from this stuffing of filth. “No, no!” I cried. “Oh whoops!” said the Giantess. She laughed, pulling up her pants. “Better get to that quick little man! The meetings get off in 5 and I’m pretty sure Ms. Hazel is gunna do worse than that!” She giggled, letting a dry fart bloom out her work pants and onto the pile of mush and rising water. I was alone with the mess. I climbed on top of the lid, taking a good deep couple of breaths...it was the last semblance of clean air I was going to get. Then, I backed up, taking a running start, and dove into the mess of shit. Someone had to unclog this toilet and the Goddesses at be were too cruel to offer me a giant toilet plunger. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I still stunk of that woman’s shit when the meetings got out. I only had time to bathe in the relatively clean toilet water before Giantesses started pouring in. BBLLPPTT! PRRRPPP! “Ohhh yes, make sure you get the sides of my anus, around the rim, boy.” She was an elderly Goddess, quite lovely from the back, but also quite stinky. As my brush wove around her ragged asshole I was treated to an elder’s stomach on prune juice and yogurt. “Hurry up in there Helena!” said the Giantess outside the stall. “Janice’s breakroom donuts are tearing through me. Got a real solid one building up!” FFBBBBAAAAATTTTTTTT! The fart echoed in the stalls and I dreaded to wipe the ass of the next participant. Helena, someone begrudgingly, stalled the next woman from entering with another small log protruding out her anus. I stopped wiping, allowing her shit to plop into the water. BBLLLRRPPTTT! “Oh, that’s better. I think that’s the last of it boy. Make sure you wade in deep, clean me out all the way!” I held my breath, standing on my tippie toes to thrust my brush up her butthole. She sighed, letting out a bout of rotten gas that tore my nose in two. “Ahhh, much better,” she said. She must have thought that sufficed as a tip. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The girl’s ass on the toilet seat wasn’t unusual. What was unusual came later. She had a petite, tanned butt...not so much a booty, but it looked good coming off her yoga pants. I watched her sit on the lid and I was treated to a camel toe of neatly trimmed pubic hairs. Even her asshole was a sparkling, cute little pink. BBRRPPTT! FFLLLLTTT! PPRRRIIIIPPP! BBMMPPTT! The little farts came one after another, pushing her anus in as quickly as it was going out. Usually I’d be treated to one nice long, wet blast...FFBBTT! PLLMMPTT! PPFFFTTT! No, it was like her little booty was trying to tell me something. “Are you okay down there, little guy?” she asked. I thought I was going crazy. Her farts stunk, but was I imagining her butthole speaking to me? No, she actually moved her booty, her face stuck down looking at her own stink! “I- I’m fine...I geuss,” I replied. “Okay, just checking. Trust me, it’s about to get bad. Oops, sorry! Sorry!” FFLLLRRTT! BBBTTT! PPPPPPPRRT! She apologized with each grunt and with every flick of her butthole, I almost accepted her apologies...maybe even felt a little sorry. Something was definitley up with her. BBRRRAAAPPBBBTTTT! Or up her, I geuss! As the fart finaled, I heard an insanely strained grunt from the girl. The log that crowned spread her little pucker in two, pushing out at an unexpected rate. She pushed harder, seeming to want to expel it in one go. “Awww my god! Shit!” She stopped, panting and crying. I could see why, the shit was huge, stretching all the way to the toilet hole’s exit! She pushed more and the turd barely budged. “Ow, ow ow!” she cried. Like a stopped train, the turd rested between her buttcheeks. Maybe it was the noxious fumes coming from her ass, or maybe I’m just already crazy...but I found myself grabbing a ladder and climbing along her cheeks. “Hold on, hold on….now push!” I said. My hands dug around her butthole, grabbing hold of her feces. It was hard as a fucking rock! She pushed and with great effort, the turd capped itself off in the toilet. FFRRLLLAAAABBPPPTTTT! I was shot into the heat of it all, plopping against her rugged turd. The Giantess collapsed on the side of the lid, panting in exhaustion. I saw why she hadn’t resumed her seat fully-the shit slithered all the way onto the toilet seat lid. “Oh god...I’m sorry...I’m sorry!” She exclaimed, eyeing her shit. “I swear I don’t shit like this all the time...oohhh!” FFRRBBBAAAAATTTT! Her seemingly innocent butthole interjected, calling her bullshit, or regular, huge sized shit out. The smell was impossible to stand, filled with diary, taco meat, and all manner of garbage that made her shit stink. But her words touched me deeper than the heat lines waving in front of my face. “It’s okay Ms., I see this all the time.” She sniffled, standing above the toilet. “You do?” she said sweetly. “Yeah, I do.” It was a lie, but I looked into her sweet face with her blue eyes and blonde hair...she was...beautiful...sexy in her innocence. “I’ll just push the rest into the toilet and wipe down the lid. After I chunk up the sausage, of course.” She seemed confused. Of course, she didn’t know her bidet terms as disgustingly as I did. “You laid one big sausage in the toilet. I have to break it up, into little sausage links. Otherwise you’ll clog the toilet.” BBRRMMPPTT! FFFLLBBTTT! The small toots were compiled with little giggles from her. “You’re funny,” she said. “I’m Abby, by the way. You?” What kind of Giantess would even dare speak to a toilet cleaner this way? Asking my name? Caring for my well being? “My name is Tanner, your Goddess. But you can call me slave, of course.” Her face turned to a frown and my heart sank….what did I do to upset her? “Tanner, do you always clean….stuff like this up?” she asked. “Well yeah, it’s my job.” She smiled, doing the unthinkable and plucking me from her rancid shit. “Wait, please, I have to clean the mess...they’ll make me-” “No you don’t and you aren’t doing anything,” she said. Within an instant, I was flush with her poopy crusted bootyhole. “I’m sure this place won’t mind a bit of office supplies missing,” she said giggling. BBLLLRRTTT! The horrid little fart made me gag and so did her finger pushing me into the stink. She had no choice of course; no self respecting Goddess would allow her to show me kindness. I jiggled inside her anus, feeling every gentle fart caress me to her car, then to her home. She stank just as bad as the other Giantesses and my head was spinning from the stink. But somewhere deep down, I felt that things would get better. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PLOP! PLOP! PLOP! Three little basket sized turds plopped into the toilet as Abby took her pre-shower shit. That was all. PPWWWUURRFFFTTTTT! A violent fart soon silenced as her butthole purred out her foul stink. I laughed while coughing. “Rough night?” I asked. She always had bouts of gas when she didn’t sleep well. “Eh, nothing that coffee can’t cure,” she responded. BBBRRRAAPBBTT! I whiffed in the loud, abrupt fart, smelling of late feces and onions. It was the most disgusting concoction my mind could register, but my senses somehow turned it to smell like cotton candy. “I can’t wait to taste the breakfast farts!” I said. She giggled. “Sounds like a breakfast burrito day then.” That was the last fart I was to smell for now. She hopped into the adjacent shower, while I climbed on top the toilet lid, flushing the toilet with my own custom built handle. FFBBAAT! PLLLRTTT! BBPPPTT! PPPSSRRTAT! Her normals sized little farts returned as she soaped around her body. I watched as the steam and soap covered my big stinky princess. She smiled, knowing fully she was giving a show. Her cute little fart box pressed against the glass. FFBBBUURRLLTT! It was the biggest, wettest fart she could produce and she laughed as her asshole tickled the glass. I started my morning everyday with this and couldn’t enjoy it more. Instead of 20 or so Giantesses and clogged toilets, I only had one, gassy little princess to accommodate to. PLLLRRRRRSSSSSSSSS! Her anus fogged up the glass it pressed against and I watched the soap dribble in and out her cute little poop chute. “Mmmmm, love you my little bidet!” Abby whispered sensually. BBLLLBBRRLLBBRB! A crude sounding fart followed, completely breaking the romantic little moment. She laughed again and I came again..and again and again for the rest of my days to follow. |
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