By: Olifantengrot
I wake up sweating and scared in the horribly smelly room I was left in, my stomach full of shit and gas from earlier events. I burp up the foul-smelling gas that Lady Eleanor had forced into my mouth, reliving what had happened in reverse. My stomach is shrinking back to its former size. As I stand up, I still feel the weight of Eleanor's shit in my belly.
When I notice the door, I immediately rush towards it, attempting to open it, but it wouldn't budge. I found myself trapped in this sulfur-smelling room. I repeatedly knock on the door, screaming to be let out. One hour passes, then two, three, four, five, six. Exhausted, I eventually give in and drift off to sleep. There's no escape. The stench remains unchanged. Is this my fate, to endure this odor for the rest of my life?
Suddenly, I'm jolted awake by the sound of the door opening. As light floods my eyes, I can barely see. A well-dressed man stands at the doorway, pretending not to notice the foul smell of Lady Eleanor's gas. "My lady, um... Shit Eater... Lady Eleanor wishes to avail herself of your services once again; I am here to fetch you," the man says. My heart sinks. Not again. I plead desperately with the man, "Please, you have to help me. She's insane. Do you know what she's done to me? What I've had to swallow? Today it's me, but tomorrow it could be you or one of your family." Furious, the man retorts, "Lady Eleanor has your full permission to use your services. Keeping her waiting will result in punishment. Your thirty-second delay equates to thirty minutes of punishment. I suggest you move along." Slightly panicked, I comply with the man's demands. If what I've endured isn't punishment enough, I dread to imagine what punishment would truly entail.
As I move through the building, I notice various staff members cleaning. I approach each one, asking for help, but they all ignore me, their eyes fixed on their tasks as if I'm invisible.
Finally, we reach two giant doors and enter a colossal office. Lady Eleanor stands at the far end of the room, watching as four men hang a massive painting behind her desk. "Isn't it beautiful, truly the pinnacle of art?" Lady Eleanor remarks.
My gaze had been solely fixed on her ass; to me, it's like a loaded gun aimed at me, ready to shoot me in the face. When I finally look up, I'm overcome with embarrassment. It was a gigantic painting of my head looking up from a toilet. I look scared in the painting with turds sticking out of my mouth. It looks hyper-realistic. Eleanor says, "I never liked art. Art is supposed to make you feel something, but I never felt anything. But this piece, this gets me excited. I really want to recreate this one day. I had it commissioned the day I saw a picture of you. I knew I had to have you, and I always get what I want. What do you think, Shit Eater?" All I could say was, "Why me...?" Eleanor responds, "I thought the driver told you? Your weight makes it easier to move you around, your size makes it so you will fit well under my ass, and your spirit will be the most fun to break."
After Eleanor says that, she grabs her lower stomach. "God, no! Another big baby is coming! Men, place Shit Eater in my new office chair! I have no time for further chit-chat; go!" I try to run away, but I am immediately caught. I kick and scream: "NO! You have to help me! I can't do it again! NO!" The men tie up my arms and legs, and my face is placed in this weird contraption under her chair.
My head can't move, my face looking upward at Eleanor's giant breasts that could feed the world. With her hand on her stomach, she says, "This chair is a prototype, supposedly; as long as I sit on your face, I am supposed to smell nothing. I can still rub your stomach luckily, as my baby is planted in there." Eleanor then looks angry and says, "Everyone out, this bitch dared to be late with me. Thirty seconds late, my butler told me, and that can't stand. So you, my little toilet, will be latched to my ass every evening for the next thirty years as my night fart filter. Now, let's get started."
"Thirty years? The butler said thirty minutes of punishment, not thirty years, that's insane." My thoughts are interrupted as Eleanor starts her dance, stripping off her clothes to reveal her sweaty, shit-stained ass. It's clear she did nothing to clean up after the last time. She spreads her cheeks, revealing that the turd from before is still stuck between them. How long has that turd been there? Days? Weeks? Months? She slowly descends onto my face. As she fully plants herself on my face, a giant fart assaults my nose and mouth.
Bbblluuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaapppphhhhhhhhuuuuuu!
"Fuck, you must have hated that. Well, this is just the beginning. I have a lot of work to do, and so will you. If you get bored, you can always start to clean. You know, keep a clean workplace and all. Tell you what, you have to clean my ass by the end of the day or no normal food for a week," Eleanor says. Clean her ass? That would mean swallowing everything between her cheeks, including that old, wet turd. No, I can't. Tears fill my eyes as another giant wet fart enters my longs.
Pppppppppuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrbblblblblblblbllllllbbbuuuuuurrp!
Hour 1: I desperately try to keep my mouth shut, with the exception of the occasional extreme fart that forces my mouth and nose open. All I get to breathe are farts, some of them wet, and the small enclosure my face is in is starting to fill up. I might have to open my mouth soon and swallow some, but the thought terrifies me. I'm also left with the task of cleaning her ass, but I'm procrastinating. "Oh, interesting strategy, my ass slave, saving the cleaning for later. But do you really want to find out how dirty it gets down there? Well, not my problem." After Eleanor says that, a fart once again forces my lips to flap around and forces its way into my lungs.
Bbbbbbbbblllluuuuuuuuuuupppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhppppphhhuuuuu!
Hour 3: Something solid presses against my lips, eager to explore my insides. I fear what might come next. My only source of air, foul and horrible as it might be, has stopped its supply. I hear Eleanor above me: "Come on, you little bitch. I know you're hungry, you haven't eaten all day, and there's a nice hot meal waiting for you. I could force it in, of course, but letting you choose to receive it will be so much more fun." Unable to breathe, my mouth gasps for air. This gives the signal for a giant turd to enter my mouth, go down my throat, and enter my stomach. Eleanor grabs my belly and starts to rub it again as her "baby" begins to grow inside me. "God, this is priceless. I should have gotten you years ago, Shit Eater."
Hour 5: God help me. My stomach is filled with farts and shit. Eleanor has placed her head on my belly that is about to burst, "feeling the baby kick," or more accurately feeling her turds enter my stomach with such force that it can be felt on my belly. Is this where it ends for me? Under a crazy woman's ass? "NO!" I think to myself, I will make it out of here, and I will escape and get justice. I pucker my lips and begin to suck and lick her ass in order to clean it, using my spit as a cleaning supply. This very much excited Eleanor, "Someone finally woke up. Here's a thank you for starting your work." Eleanor proceeds to thank me with more disgusting farts.
Pppppprrrrrruuuuuupppppppppfffffffhhhhhuuuuu!
Hour 8: My stomach is fuller than it has ever been. Full of farts. Full of shit. But I still have one thing to clean, one thing to swallow. The thing that I have been putting off the entire time I have been cleaning Eleanor's ass. That being the old wet turd that had been between her ass cheeks for at least two days, maybe way longer. Eleanor has at least stopped shitting in my mouth at this point, but there's a lot of fart yet to swallow. Is there still room in my stomach for that foul thing? "My shift is almost over, Shit Eater. That ass better be spick and span when I finally get off," Eleanor says. I start to panic. Not wanting to be punished any further, I do what I must and start to suck on the old turd. It is the worst thing I have ever tasted. I am fully crying in this moment as farts continue to blast into my face. "Why God? What did I do wrong?" Chunk by chunk, I swallow the slop.
"I am a toilet, not a human, a toilet. I have no value but being a toilet. Lady Eleanor will never allow me to be anything else," I think to myself as I now have cleaned the entire ass of Lady Eleanor. "What a shame. Time flies by if you're having fun, don't you think, Shit Eater?" Eleanor says as she finally stands up. Light hits my eyes; I can see colors again. My face is a complete mess, a mixture of fluids resting on my face, most of which come from an ass. As I look at Eleanor’s supermodel-like face, I notice a gigantic red bubble. I look down and see my belly inflated beyond belief. It looks like I could fit my normally sized self twice inside of my belly. "What have you done to me?" I ask. "Shut the fuck up, bitch, you should be happy to see your belly like this, full of my babies," she says as she rubs my belly once again. "Anyway, I noticed you cleaned my ass, that means you earned a little break. Eat some normal food to keep you alive and get some rest. I really look forward to tonight. Because I know you haven't hit your limit yet, and I am known to be a night shitter, so get ready," Eleanor says. I think to myself, "I need to get out of here right fucking now!"
A conversation with Mira:
For the first time in weeks, Mira had taken a shower (much to Drake's joy) in preparation to meet the big boss, Eleanor. Mira might have a screw loose, but she knew Eleanor's power and what she could do. Mira dressed formally for the first time in her life and waited in the waiting room.
"Lady Eleanor will see you now," the assistant says. Nervously, she opened the door, seeing the woman slightly taller than her, with giant breasts resting on a bizarre red orb, completely naked, with a painting behind her depicting a sad and desperate woman with turd sticking out of her mouth. The woman, Eleanor, could be a supermodel based on her face and a super-pornmodel based on the rest of her body. As Mira walked towards Eleanor, she could then see that the giant red orb was a belly that was very slowly growing. "Wow, she does not allow any air to escape, that can be dangerous. I would never go so far with Drake," she thought to herself.
Eleanor looked slightly disappointed but reached out her hand. "Welcome, Mira Johnson, you are a big inspiration to my work," Eleanor said. Mira responded, "Well, thank you, my lady. I have to say that it's an honor to meet you. I am very grateful for the job you have given me and the opportunities..." "Don't do that!" Eleanor interrupted. "I'm sorry, what?" Mira responded. "Don't be like them. Don't be like the rest. Don't be like Shit Eater below me kissing my asshole as I pump my shit into her. Don't be like your husband, who you pump shit into every night. Don't be the person you are trying to represent right now. I asked for Mira, not a shit eater."
Mira decided to risk it all. "You know what you're doing right now is dangerous, right? You need to give them a little bit of time to swallow and process what you're giving to them?" "There you are," Eleanor responds. Eleanor looked really angry for a second as a giant fart could be heard going into the small woman below her ass. The woman screams a muffled scream under her ass as her belly grows a little bit more.
Bbbbbblllluuuuuppppppphhhpppppuuuuuupppp!
"I want to learn and make mistakes, so for now, I will do with Shit Eater whatever I like," Eleanor says. As she says that, another fart gets pumped into the woman, paired with her belly growing again and another muffled scream.
Ppppphhhhuuuurrrrrrrrrbbblllluuuuuuuurrrppppp!
"Well, if you want to try things for yourself, why am I here?" Mira says. "I wanted your feedback on the video, and I wanted to understand you and your motives," Eleanor says. "Well, you are going at it way too fast. Those turds you're launching into... Shit Eater? Could end up in her lungs. My dad died like that, probably because of my mom. As for why I do what I do? I love my husband, and I want to share everything with him. I, however, like food way more than him, so I want to share with him by shitting down his throat. How lucky am I to have a husband willing to share something so intimate as shit with me? And I get turned on by it, of course," Mira responds.
"I see. So your mom is also into this, I will need to speak to her as well. I also understand you now. We are not as much alike as I had hoped. I am only in it for me. I don't care about the person under me, but you do. You do care about your personal toilet. We, however, both get turned on by this, which is something to keep in mind. I will keep in contact, but that will be it for now. I would walk you out, but I do not want to give Shit Eater the opportunity to breathe normal air. Goodbye," Eleanor says, ripping another fart into the mouth of the poor girl.
Bbbbbbbllllllrrrurruuuupppppppphhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuffffff!
And like that, within ten minutes, Mira stood outside of her office again. "I have to be on my guard with her," Mira thought to herself.