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Digital Goddess WARNING. THIS CONTAINS THE GENERAL AMERICAN WONTON USUAL. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED! I felt my laptop rise a little bit as Goddess Rhena sat back on her feet. Her asscheeks rested on top, her yoga pants succumbing to the pressure of her wide buttcheeks stretching in front of the camera. PPPPLLLBBBBAARROOOOTT! “Ohhhh,” she gently sighed, in her sexy low voice that fit a Goddess of her stature. “And here we see the benefits of the kneeling panda position. Little toilets, my bum now has full breadth of smelling distance across the room, letting the fart of...snifffff...ah, broccoli, fully dissipate.” I was starstruck, watching her fifth yoga stretch ingrain itself in my memory. My eyes focused upon the sweat stain where her butthole was clearly centered. In my head I envisioned my nose placed perfectly perpendicular across her anus...no, my mouth, so I could get the full taste of her toot. BBBBLLRRRUUUPPPPPTTT! She giggled dainty, taunting me with a butt bump to the camera. I hadn’t even noticed the warmth of my laptop burning my undersides; I quickly adjusted my computer’s position, never taking eyes off the screen. Goddess Rhena continued to fill the rectangle with her plump fartbox. BBBRROOOOFFFFTT! PPLLLOOOOTTTTT! “...ah, another good one for vegetable farts,” she said, her legs strung to the side, booty ALWAYS made sure to face me. “I can’t tell you the fun I’ve had with toilets like this.” PPSSSLLLOOOPPTT! She let out another sweaty wet fart, sending me into an erotic imaginative state. Goddess Rhena was so...tormenting. She’d speak like every user on her site was a friend and I had little regard to address her as a service-even though she recently bumped her stream up to a dollar a minute. BBRRRBBBAABBBTTTT! “Ohh goodness!” she said, a sloppy fart hitting the hardwood floor. “It sounds like my booty is in for a workout! Well I’m always happy to oblige.” I watched the remaining minutes tick off the video with glee and anxiety. Would she do something spectacular in this stream? Would she simply cut it off, promising her next video would fulfill my sexual fantasies? Myself and the chatroom texted in anticipation as her booty glowing white booty revealed itself past her pulled down pants. “Yes, please mistress Rhena!” came Gasman87. “Hurry, I’m about to bust!”, Nakedboy35. I sentimented with both of them as her asscrack was in plain view. FFFLLPPUUUUUTTTLLTTTT! “Ohh, yes.” sighed Rhena, hurrying to spread her asscheeks in full view of the camera. My breath stopped as her shapely pink asshole fogged up the screen. “Oh the bandwidth is too long, damn Comcast. Is anyone going to stick around?” she muttered sexily. Her asshole puttered out a few quiet farts as it bounced back and forth like a cheesy attempt at 3-D. The chat lit up with requests begging her to stay...myself included. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I’d followed Rhena’s fart-chats for over a year and a half now. Porn was porn, but Rhena...she was unique. As a college freshman I found her, donning the username Fartluver69; cheesy, but certainly a better alias than Eric for an online fetish cam-site. I thought I’d seen it all when it came to ogling a woman’s body on the internet-and I didn’t even like farting girls...till Rhena opened my eyes, and her asshole. FFFFLLLOOOORRPPTTT! PPSSSSSOOLLLOPPPTTT! Rhena giggled as her butthole spoke to us. She wasn’t the prettiest porn actress or the youngest...but she had talent. BBRRLLABBBDDDDDOOTT! “Ohh, juicy, hehaha!” Her thighs were spread higher and further apart; it indeed was juicy, as the ass saliva trickled down her crack. “How’s it taste?” I typed in the chat. Rhena smiled; I was a regular on her site now, well recognizable. “Well Fartluver, why don’t you come find out? I’d mostly say cheesy.” BBBRROOOFFFFFFTTTT! “Ohhh, with a dopple of sour cream.” She knew us all so well. I looked at my clock. Over an hour of streaming and I still haven't gotten my homework done...or came. Plus I was out of 60 dollars...so worth it. Rhena giggled, simply pushing her asshole back and forth, occasionally farting, occasionally mirroring disgust at our comments. “Oh that reminds me,” she said, reaching for a basket of fruit. “I have a little...contest, I wanted to share with you all. Please pay-” BBBLLRRUUBBOPTPPTT!- “thank you booty. Please give me your attention. I swear it will be worthwhile.” All eyes were on Rhena as she reached for an orange and seductively pressed it against her anus. She gave a smile as she pushed; there was no struggle, the orange was swallowed whole. PPLLOOOOPPRRBBTT! “Ohh, juicy! Did you like that my little toilets?” she asked. A number of commenters flared up as she laughed and reached for another orange. “Well good, because I so enjoy pleasing you all. Now to my other question-would you like to see this in-ugh!-person?” The second orange disappeared, followed by a third, and a ghastly clogged fart. FFOOTLLDDDOOPPRRTT! The responses came slower as we watched her butthole give a stinky shout...she was also fingering her pussy, watching her nearby laptop. “YES, I’D LOVE IT!” I began typing with sweaty hands. “WHERE DO YOU LIVE, CAN I COME-” “Hey Eric, do you want any dinner hun?” called my mom. FFRRRUTTUUOOLLPPTT! “Um, eric?” I quickly turned the volume down on my laptop. “No mom, I’m fine, thanks! Umm..excuse me!” Rhena moaned almost in sentiment as a fourth orange was stuffed inside. “I’m, um, doing research!” I heard my mom sigh as she walked back down the stairs. The video ended and I’m sure the hundreds of other desperate losers scrambled to use their moms credit cards to see the finale. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Five dollars bought me into the auction...and the best cum of my entire life. BBLLRTT! Goddess Rhena’s full power was on display as she bent backwards and spread her asscheeks. The first orange slid out with ease. “HRRUGH! OHHH!” An unfeminine grunt produced the second orange, quickly followed by the third. BBBTTWWWAPSSSSHOOSSSSS! Orange juice sizzled with a water fart as the fourth orange rocketed out, crushed to a-well, a pulp. I couldn’t have beaten my dick more furiously if I tried. FFFRRLLOOOTTSSHHTT! BBBRRAAAAPPTTT! PPTTLLAABBRROOTT! The gnarliest, most vicious sounding farts came from her gaped anus. We all watched in anticipation as her dark red prolapse suckled the fifth orange around it’s slimy edges. Those who weren’t masturbating with me were cheering her on in chat. “Ohhh...I don’t think I can do it,” she pouted playfully. Chat lit up again as the prolapse began to recede, her orange dump returning with it. “Ohhh, alright dears. Here goes!” BBBLLLAAAAPRRRTTTOOAABBFFLLLSTTSRRRRRTTTT! A wet, slimy fart of 15 seconds length blasted the screen with orange juice. The orange was almost comically launched out, along with her inside out asshole. God it was almost twice as big as the fruit! The Goddess laughed, suckling her gaped anus in and out. PLOP! PLOP! PLOP! PLOP! As the camera peered into the expanse, I did as well. Her juicy inards showcased an ocean of smelly asshole, spittle rising along the eges, perfect for my tounge, nose, and unworthy penis. There was also my cum, which hit the screen right where her asshole was placed. Magical. BBBTTUURRRRRPPPPTTTT! Another rancid fart pushed her magic anus outward again. What mascaraded as an extension of her prolapse was actually a bright red apple. “WHAT?!” That was probobly the most sensible comment the chat could get out. The Goddess laughed; she had the apple in through her whole workout, a master booty at work. I stared in disbelief as she took it out and took a bite, booty juice still dripping off the side of her mouth. “Mmmm, not bad toilets. Keep donating and you can get a taste yourselves.” The camera was placed against her gaping anus as she shoved the apple inside with little effort. FFFLLLTTRRRROOPPLLTT! A bubbly fart with little resistance sharted ass juice around her asscheeks. “I’ll be sure to keep this warm for you all.” The stream ended as she patted her booty and the camera titled upwards. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Like I said, Goddess Rhena was a temptress like no other. I spent the better part of the night watching the money slider move up. Rhena was no programmer, but everytime there was a donation, there was a sensuous little reminder of her spirit. PLLLBBTTT! FRRRTTTT! The cartoon manikin of her butthole opened up with each new donation. 15 dollar pledges...FFRBBOOTT! 25 dollar pledges...SPPPPSSSSSSSS!...105 dollar pledge. BBBAAAAALLRROOTT! That one received plenty of appreciation-it better have. It was from me.
PART 2
“Hey Eric, where are you going?” I heard. I quickly snapped my phone screen to black. Misty, the quiet red-head girl looked at me with those searching brown eyes and tiny lips. She was cute-but no Goddess Rhena. “I uh, I’ve done enough studying for today. I’m gunna head out.” I was already walking away as the sentence finished. “Oh well, lemme know if you need any help!” she called after me. I shook my head. I don’t know if I could have done something with Misty. I was too shy, too nervous. But now, my dream WOMAN had been calling for me...and I desperately needed to ansewer her. This pattern had been going on ever since Goddess Rhena held her “visitation auction” over this week. I sat on the toilet in one of my universities bathrooms, scrolling through a week’s worth of tasty images of her booty’s power. “Oh my, ruined another pair of underwear. Which one would you toilets prefer I wear when we meet?” Monday’s comment was accompanied by a picture of pantie lines, all dirtied with a wet fart stain...some of them browner than others. “Just checking to see if the fart tube works,” followed by a smiley face. Tuesday’s comment had a GIF of visible fart gas running along a tube. My dick was already hard, not even touched, just scrolling through the week’s feed. I looked at the bid counter. It was up to almost $300 dollars on the last day. PTTRRTT! Rhena’s cute alert notification spat out a new total from Scatshooter771: $414 dollars. I watched the numbers pop out the website’s cartoon butthole with disbelief. Someone had pledged $414 dollars just to have this woman come to their house and fart on their face...lucky bastard. BLLRRTT! FFRRTT! PPROOPP! Three numbers popped out, one after another…$400, $450, $550...ANOTHER NUMBER! $600 dollars! Then I realized why: The countdown had a total of two minutes left. My hands were numb as I gripped my phone...the final countdown. It seemed all was calm...in those brief 2 minutes I scrolled up to Goddess Rhena’s main page. It held a picture of her smiling towards the camera, legs spread out in a yoga pose. A cartoon caricature of a fart sprung from her asscrack- a fake representation of a miracle woman. My heart couldn’t stand it. Maybe it was just me, but I could almost smell her farts leading into my nose. Countless reenactments of her streams ran through my head. In the last 30 seconds I hurriedly entered my credit card number: $800 dollars. That’s a lot of text books. My eyes watched the counter as I prayed for a break. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I don’t believe there was a happier man in the universe as I drove back home. I quickly ran upstairs and plugged in my laptop, waiting for Rhena’s stream. It came soon enough and I hurriedly clicked the link. It was almost pitch black. Then, shifting into the darkness I saw whirls of shifting pink, shone over by a bright light. There was a long gurgling sound coming from a warbled mike. Then, the walls braced. BBBBRRRRRRRLLLOOOTTRRTT! The fart thundered through my speakers; it took me a second to realize it was too loud. Rhena giggled as the camera moved. “Hello toilets. Do you like the new toy?” PPPRRRRRPPTTTTTTT! The fart sounded much better with my headphones plugged in and I watched in utter fascination as the camera was birthed through the expanse of her asshole. Rhena giggled again, bringing the camera to her face. She grimaced. “Whoo! They smell a lot worse when you fart on them from the inside! Maybe one of you toilets can make yourselves useful and wipe these down, hmm?” The camera moved from her giggling beauteous brunette head down to her butthole. FFFFLLLLPPRRRUUUTTTT! “Ahh. Thanks for the toy, my dearies. I’ll be sure to put it to use much later. Perhaps we can do a little Giantess roleplay?” I wasn’t a fan of that fetish; Goddess Rhena changed my mind as her asshole suckled around the edge of the camera, plunging it into total darkness. FFFFFBBRROOOOTTT! “Ahhh, what fun it is to realize your fantasies, hmmm toilets?” I was almost a little disappointed as she took the camera out once more. “Which reminds me, a little congratulations are in order! Fartluver69, you my dear are our selected participant for a visit. Thank you so much for your donation.” PSSSLLLAAABBRROOOTTT! “Heheh, it appears my booty thanks you as well. Here, say hello.” My heart lifted along with my dick as she pressed the lens against her anus. FFFFFFLLPPPUUURRROOSSS! The gnarly fart fogged the camera and left a greasy stain Rhena had to wipe off. I wish I was there to clean it for her with my tounge. Goddess Rhena placed the camera on a strap around her waist, a bird's eye view of her buttcheeks as she walked along. “Now I don’t want this contest to discourage you all. I might give you all another visit in the future, if you’re generous enough. Fartluver here has set the standards and you should thank him.” BBRRLLLRRBBAABBTT! A string of thank you’s came my way from the comments. I’d never met these people, but the communal gratification almost brought a tear to my eye. Goddess Rhena arrived in her bathroom; it was a fan favorite site for her streams. Everyone cheered in the chat as she took her place along her porcelain throne. “Now if you’ll all excuse me, I have to clear a little room for our lucky contestant. Here you little perverts, get a better look.” The Goddess slid the strap lower and lower, till it hung just above her asscrack. FFTTRRRPPPAAAPPPPTTTT! “Ohh, how I wish I had one of you under here. Anyone here like coffee farts?” BBBLLLRRPPPPPTTTT! The chat and myself agreed-wait! “I think I’ll take your banana farts, from that one stream!” I wrote in chat. She giggled. “Banana farts, duly noted Fartluver! HRGH!” PPPRROOPAALLAABBBRRTTTTTTT! A ferocious fart shot her prolapsed anus outward-her booty shook the camera with vigor...I was losing it right then! A sudden knock on my door made me jump. I sighed, hurriedly tucked my boner back in my pants and answered the door. “Hey Eric,” said my mom. “Watcha doin’?” “Oh I’m just, starting on homework,” I lied. She smiled, so gullible. “Ok sweetie. Well your dad and I won’t be home till later tonight, you’ll be here by yourself. You need anything?” God mom, I was a college sophomore now! “No, umm, I’ll be good.” She smiled and walked away. Finally! I rushed back to the action. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Goddess Rhena had already unleashed the monstrous toot before I put on my headphones. BBRLLLLAAAPPPRRSSSHHLLTTTT! Her prolapse appeared in full force past the horizon of her white asscheeks...shit was going down. “HRHGGUUAGGH!!” Literally. The log slithered out in a size that surprised no one; we’d seen Goddess Rhena fit an entire Novella in her anus! What surprised us was the length. FFFLLLPPPTT-PLLPPPT! It stopped with petite toots past her clogged anus. Every push brought a new string of disbelief from the comments. “HOLY SHIT! THAT’S ALMOST FOUR FEET!” “Please Goddess, don’t hurt yourself!” “Oh...my god.” I was too amazed to even move my fingers across the keyboard...let alone my dick. PPPPAAAT! FFLLLBBTTT! “OOOAGGHHH!” The Goddess grunted, her full concentration on expelling the massive log string, still unbroken. I watched as it curled along the toilet bowl, dissipating the water and scraping the edges. Goddess Rhena rose slightly...because the shit was about to touch her precious soft cheeks. FFFLLLBBBAOOORRPPSSSHHOOOOPPPPPP! The shit was released with a resounding ripper. The extra methane added a funky green haze to the destruction already at hand. “WIPE THE LENS, PLEASE GODDESS!” The Goddess giggled, taking the camera off to wipe it with her fingers. We all saw her triumphant, sexy smile. “My that was excruciating! But rewarding, let me tell you. Those of you who haven’t already blown your load, you better show me appreciation in the next auction.” The Goddess smiled, then brought the camera to the toilet. “Or else I’ll personally come to your house and deliver this to you.” Some comments roleplayed for mercy...a lot more roleplayed for a yes. I just watched in utter confusion. She was...astonishing. “As for you fartlover, go ahead send me an email to my hotmail address on the front of the page. Include your address, the time...and you wanted banana farts, correct?” BBBRRLLLOOOPPTTTT! The chat had to ansewer for me. My hands were shaking and my lips were dry. This all felt like a dream come true. “Very well. I’m looking forward to seeing you, my toilet.” The camera shifted to her shit caked asscrack, where her monster gape of an anus was vying for attention. “Be sure to bring an appetite for my farts. I’ll have plenty for you.” BBBBWWAAPPLLOOORRTTSSSSHHHHTTTTTTTTT! She moaned as the monster fart was unleashed straight into the camera. In an instant, her booty unleashed a chaotic assortment of shit spittle, red asshole meat and viscous fart sound. The stream ended as her magical innards managed to turn the camera too “off”. There was my orgasm, strong as a hurricane. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I couldn’t sleep that night. I didn’t know if I couldn't’ cope with my new reality or I was just too afraid to. Lay face down into my pillow case, caressing the sides of it. Was this how those big, glowing white cheeks would feel? PPPRROOOSSSSSSLLLBBBTT! Oh, I should ask her to give me one of her midnight farts, from that one stream! God she looked so hot, I wonder what they taste like? FFFLLTTTUURLLTTT! I licked the pillowcase, wondering what she would say as I licked her farts from the source. Would I need to say anything back? Shit, I’d already grown my boner back...wait. I WAS A VIRGIN. Would she let me...even think of letting me...fuck her glorious hole? FFFFFBBOOOTTT! PPRRAAAAPBBBTTT! BBLLLRRRBBOOOTTT! “Oh yes Eric, you’re so big! Who's a good little toilet? Hmmm?” PPRRBBBBAATTT! I’d always dreamed of me entering her stink hole...but not like that. I wasn’t big enough or...anything. I spent another hour just envisioning what I would say or do against her asscheeks. “So long...I’ve waited…” I muttered. Then, I lost myself in sleep, dreaming of being with my one loving Goddess. I decided in my twilight state that hey, I’ve come this far...why not go for gold?
PART 3 I watched out my window nervously, my heart still pounding and my mind still racing as fast as they were 15 minutes ago. Goddess Rhena was 15 minutes late. “Did I give her the wrong address? Was this all just a scam? Oh god I hope my shampoo doesn't wear off before she got here…” All this I thought-to be honest, I don’t know why I thought my chocolate scented shampoo would impress her. She was here to fart on me after all, she might find that smell...insulting. All of this was too late to consider. Along came a jet black car, pulled into my driveway; it wasn’t my mom’s car, or my dad’s car. Out stepped Goddess Rhena, and blood rushed in every direction, excessively into my dick. She was as gorgeous in real life as on camera, perhaps a little better dressed for public. I watched her stride to my doorstep in plain blue jeans and an orange T-shirt...she looked like any kids mom, or at least a porn caricature of one. But she was so much more. I saw her inhuman hips sway with sass, like she was pregnant; although her load was a lot more stinkier. My eyes darted from that to her breasts, bouncing in the breeze, two melon sized melons...I’d watched her series long enough to know she wore no bra underneath. I tiptoed to my front door, where she stood knocking. I hesitantly undid the lock and threw open the door. “H-hello Goddess-uhuh, Goddess Rhena…”. Even all the practice I’d given myself still made the introduction sound pathetic. “I-I’m Fartluver69.” To my surprise, her blank expression turned to a warm smile. It looked so beautiful with her bright brown eyes and hair. “Well that’s very good, my dear. I’m sure you won’t mind this then.” An an instant, she stepped up into my house, her hips swinging past me. BBBLLLRRRPPPPFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT! I watched the fart droll past her belt buckle. This was a dream...it had to be. I simply fell into her asscheeks and she giggled, shutting the door for me. “Ahhh good, I’ve found the right house. I should have known, you toilets are always so short these days. A convenient stereotype, I suppose.” BBRRLLAAABBPRRRLLTTT! She nuzzled my head into the vibrations; I shook a little myself. Some of her toots were powerful enough to shake her webcams- this felt like one of those. I sniffed in deep, trying to catch more of the harsh broccoli flatulence past her pant smell. She laughed, letting me drop to the floor as she walked. “There’s plenty more where that came from, little toilet. I just need to change first. Your bathroom is where?” I hurriedly brought myself up, clearing my throat. “I uh, just down the hall.” She smiled, shaking a large bag I hadn’t even noticed her carry. “I’ll be right back. Don’t worry, the toilet in use today will be you.” She turned around and gave a fierce grunt. BBRRRBBAAALLRRBBPPOOOTTTTTTT! “AUGGH!...whoo, there goes another pair!” she said laughing, disappearing inside the door. The smell carried throughout the hall; it was greasy, full of a cheesy, rotten smell I couldn’t pinpoint. It was everything I’d every hoped in meeting her and...something else. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Goddess Rhena met me in the living room and I tried my hardest to mask my raging erection as she did so. She laughed and I gawked at her sexy guise. “Go ahead and get an eyeful, toilet. You’ll mostly be seeing the back-end of this suit.” The “Suit” was barely such. Around her chest hung a strap of latex, positioning her D size breasts into something of an E. Very tantalizing. Much more so, as the suit cut off in her impressive stomach, leading to more leather across her shorts. It hugged her ass and upper thighs, ensuring no fart could escape-that is, unless it traveled through the hose leading into the gas mask she tossed me. I fumbled around with it and she giggled, strapping everything into place. GGLLLUURRRHHGGGHH! We both heard her stomach rumble and she placed my hands on her cheeks. “Ohhh I’ve been saving this one just for you, toilet. Your lasagna fart, remember?” I did remember the request on her chat boards; it seemed like an eternity ago, listening to her booty rumble and the faint, sweaty smell of her ass pouring along. In an instant, my perspective of my idol love changed. BBBRRRBBAAAALLPPPPLLLLTTTRRRTTTTTT! The meaty fart thundered along the hose for 7 seconds-where Goddess Rhena kinked the hose with her hands. “Ooooh, this one feels warm,” she said with a sexy giggle. I watched the visible heat waves build along next to her fingers, which slowly lost their grip. “Are you ready my toilet?” I nodded with vigor; I didn’t think my heart could take it any longer. She smiled and rested her fat asscheeks on my knees. The hose was released, along with another rancid ripper. PPLLLLTTRRRLLRRUUBBTTTTTT! I felt everything. The fart bubbling against my knee, the rush of methane into my system. I hit a whirlpool of raunchy smell I couldn’t describe...except for lasagna, that was definitley there. I gagged as the fart steam rushed through. PPPRRRRRAAAAAAPPPTTTTTT! “Ah yes, you have a fine taste, my little fart lover. Tell me, does it taste as you’d expected?” I couldn’t respond or-BREATHE! A sauna of fart smells entered my mouth and nostrils-every exhale only brought more in. It was too much stink, too much heat and...EVERYTHING! I had to tell her! My fists banged along her cheeks and she scooted backward. “Oh there’s no rush fartboy, I have plenty to go around.” FFFFRRRSSSSHHLOOPPTTTTTTT! She sighed, relaxing along my neck and mistaking my cries for release as clamoring for more farts BBRRRRRPPPPPPTTTT! PPLLLAAABBBBTTTTT! FFSSHHOOLLLPPPTTTT! I saw all the colours of her nasty rainbow as she continued to fart in the tube. I lulled off as she spoke softly in my ear. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There was no release. I awoke in an instant to the same raw smell. FFFFLLLOORRRBBTTUUTT! Only this time it was more viscous, more distinct. And there it was, Goddess Rhena’s naked ass right in my face. “Toilet! Tell me again, which plastics are these toys made from?” I was confused, bewildered still. Her sexy white ass spread and in the back of my worried brain I faced excitement. My eyes ran along her gilded crack, watching the expanse of her buttcheeks open for me. Then, I hit rock bottom. BBBLLLLLLPPPPPTTT! Her asshole sang another sour tune; there it was, the pink mesh where she expelled so much stink. I’d never geussed so many of her asshairs wouldn’t show up on camera-or so much dried feces along the edges. It grew forth like a being of it’s own and then I finally awoke from my stupor. “Hey, that’s my-that’s mine!” I cried. Her anus shlunked forward and I saw her “toy” was my limited edition Annihilator action figure. I gasped, as her asshole simply shrunk back in, claiming it as her own. “I know boy, that’s why I asked you. Now are these the cheaper plastics from china, or are these toys made to last? I don’t want any pieces getting lost in my booty.” FFFBBOORRLLTSSSSHRTTTLLTUUT! “Trust me, it happens way more often than you think.” She laughed, amused with herself. I was at a lost for words as Anhilator’s head poked out, a trail of ass slime coating from her previous fart. “Stop, those are limited-!” BBRRROOLLLLPPAABOOOTTT! “-THOSE ARE LIMITED EDITION! GET THEM OUT!” Goddess Rhena sighed, her booty aimed at the floor. BBBRRROOFFFFLLBBAALLLRRRUUTTTOOOOOTT! The massive, airy fart shot an armada of my collections onto the floor, including Annihilator, a 1957 Comic Book of Spider Man, two replications of shurikens from Ninja Throwback, and...too much ass spit to count. My eyes were watering looking at the Spiderman Comic; her ass still hung overhead, dribbling some ass juice. “My...my stuff.” was all I could mutter. “I think you mean, OUR stuff, toilet,” said the Goddess. “Besides, don’t get hung up. Those will sell for so much more, now touched by my booty.” PPLLLLAAABBBBTTTT! She laughed as I got a hot fart to my face, the spittle hitting my eye. Then Goddess Rhena mounted my bed and me, her ass resting on my chest. “I’ve exerted myself on your toys, toilet. Be a dear and massage my glory hole, please.” PPRRAAMMMBBOOLLOORRPPTTT! The fart trickled out with a heinous display of fart haze and prolapse. It slithered out towards my chin, outstretched like the devil’s hand. She laughed heartily again. “You're hesitant, hmmm? Don’t worry boy. It doesn't bite, you’ve seen that yourself.” BBBRRRROOOOOOOTTT! From her outstretched anus fold came another expulsion; it smelt like raw eggs mixed in with dog feces. “Come on, you’ve paid hundreds of dollars for this. You’ll regret it if you don’t, toilet.” My head was screaming not to-the same head, I guess the illogical part, said she was right. I outstretched my tounge and instantly regretted the decision. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Her prolapse had the texture of an uncooked chicken; I could feel it crawling along my tastebuds and gagged in disgust. “Oh it’s not that bad,” she muttered. “The worst is the inside.” In the snap of a finger, her asshole retracted and I was pulled along with it. “UUGGHH! AAHEEGGH!” I screeched silly; Rhena again must have took this as appreciation at her booty’s power. Which was evident as she scooted her ass along my face and farted. BBRRROOLLLLOOOOOOOTTTPPPP! I had no protection from the harsh winds as her prolapse pried my mouth open. Hot gaseous emission of sourdough bread and chili poured into my mouth. “Ohhh. I’ve missed using you toilets. It’s a dream come true for both of us, hmm Fart Lover?” I felt the full weight of her ass smother me into my pillow; it didn't’ feel at all as soft as I’d imagined. FFFLLLRRROOOTTRRPPPPTTT! BBBLLLLLLAARRRLLTTTTT! I could make no sounds as her prolapse now reached into my gums, the farts channeling themselves further. PPTTRRLLLLOOORRRTTTTLLTT! “Ohhh,” she sighed in relief. “It’s so good to have dedicated fans as a Goddess. I should thank you, Eric. It’s boys like me that give me great relief in life.” BBBLLLOOORRRFFFFFFFLLLLLRRRR! The fart droned long and soft into my mouth; I hadn’t the sensibilities or the breathing capacity to question how she knew my name. She wiggled and continued to talk over her sauerkraut blastings. “I just wish there was more like you. I mean, it’s not like you picked your username on a whim, hmmm? Fart Lover, what an absolute delight!” FFFFBBBRRAAAARRRRRTTTTT! I couldn’t tell if she was laughing at my endless struggle or the haplessness of my username. I passed out underneath her raunchy rice and bean toots, desperately wishing to tell her I regretted all those decisions.
PART 4 I couldn’t begin to fathom the countless hours I’ve spent watching Goddess Rhena’s fart in this room. Of course, that was through the guise of her webcast, in the safety of my home; only a few sweaty articles of my clothing to help with the illusion. Now she was here and I oh so desperately wanted the guise of anonymity to help with my fantasy. BBBLLLRRRRROOOOOUURRPPTT! She released in front of me, a 10 second fart of old soup and green beans. I’d learned that Goddess Rhena had her own brand of stink, un-producible by mankind. PPLLLTTT! I watched her asshole stutter out an afterfart. Her wall of asscheeks nearly covered the width of my bed-certainly my chest. I couldn’t breathe as she sat upon it, unearthing fart after fart directly into my face. PPRRROOOSSSSSSS! They came in varying sound and smell, all horrendous to the taste. I’d just woken up from her induced fart coma and in no way consented to this...like I had a choice. Her farts filled my thoughts and breath. I couldn’t get a breath in without it-BBLLLPPTT! PPPRRRTTT!-without it being taken away. “Nuh-ohhh,” was all I could say as she reached back to grab another one of my possessions. A Star Command wrist communicator was taken and I mumbled loosely against her asscheeks as the spread across my mouth. She leaned forward, enough to showcase her ravenous asshole. It gaped to the size of a grapefruit; it’s elasticity allowed the priceless item I bought to be shoved in her anus. A freshly plucked fart greeted it to its new home. PPPTTUUUBBBBTTTSSSSS! “Ahhh...ohhh,”. I watched the gaping jaws of her pink asshole laugh, a little ass dribble running down the crack onto my chest. It had swallowed five of my priceless items already and I knew from experience that wasn’t close to capacity. BBRRLLAABBRRRRLTTT! The rancid toot smelled of toy plastic and three cheeses, part of my mom’s casserole I watched her steal from my fridge. She’d eaten my food, taken my collectibles...and her asshole gaped forth, demanding more. I watched it gape outward, stretching the innards and asshairs to claw at another of my possessions. “Stop...STOP!” I finally managed to say. “Oh finally! You’re awake!” she spoke, disillusioned to my tired anger. FFFLLLRROOOFFLLTTTTT! Her sloppy wet fart didn’t help calm my mood either. “Tell me Eric, does that Spider Man have a 4th alternate dimension written about him? I could only shove comics 1-3 in here...ohh, it feels like they’ve already dissolved, not a challenge at all.” BBRRLLLRRBBBAAAATTT! Her asshole sharted bits of paper mache comic into my face. I used to love this woman, but now my seething rage for her was unquenchable. “CAN YOU STOP FOR A SECOND?” PPPRRRRRRRRTTT! “Stop what, Eric?” she enquired. I reached for my fan, turning it to full speed in my room. It didn’t help much. “Stop farting, please, god! And did you get the Protoman figure out yet?” Goddess Rhena sighed, bending low over the pile she excreted. “No, over there!” I exclaimed. Rhena frowned, then grunted, already at work. FFOOBBBBOORRRAATTTT! She launched another rancid ripper onto my collectibles; her prolapsed anus revealed the figure just managing to peek out. I quickly dug a finger inside, pulling him out with much difficulty. It came with a popping sound distinct to her butthole-she irritatingly sighed in relief. “Oh now that was a good one. Almost as good as the Batmobile. Tell me, do you collect these anal plugs for yourself, or was that stockpile all for me?” She took the opportunity to launch a wet fart in my face, which I recoiled from. “STOP!” I cried, still reeling from the spicy farts before and the smell of my toys. “My, my, what’s the matter toilet? Are you not having fun?” I looked up into Rhena’s face, actually wearing concern on her pale blue eyes and long flowing blonde hair. God she was beautiful-it took me a second and a gnarly bubbly fart to shake me back. BBLLLRRAAARRRBBBTTT! “No, christ stop!” Rhena laughed. “I thought you wanted to partake in my booty toilet. I did come to meet Fartlover69, is that right?” “Yes, but can you just...chill, for a bit?” Her face turned sour. “My booty does not ‘chill’ toilet. It is an art, possessed by so few woman. Are you saying you don’t admire it?” PPRROOTTRRRTTTTT! I gently turned away past the eggy smell; luckily the fan did the hard work. “Well yeah, but I was thinking that...I don’t know, we could fuck or something...I didn’t want to get gassed the whole day.” Goddess Rhena folded her arms...and her lips curled into a smile. “Oh now this is rich,” she mumbled. I watched her reach towards the ceiling fan. “Hey, what are you-OOF!” Her foot connected with my balls and I lost all sense of reasoning. Perfect for her, as she bent her ass low into my face. PPLLLLRRRRRRRFFFFFFFTT! A steamy vegetable fart coated my skin, sending me into a reeling, gagging state. She took my incapacitation as an opportunity to occupy my face. “You think I would pleasure myself with the cock of a toilet? HA! You couldn’t reach a tenth of my asshole, boy.” BBLLLRRRBBABBRRRRBBBTTT! Her bubbly fart released the beast of a prolapse, emphasizing its length. She sighed in relief as I choked underneath. “I really thought you were different Eric, not another perverted online pig like the rest. Turns out you’re no true service to the Goddess kind. But I can make you one.” Goddess Rhena lifted herself to pinch my nose and rest her vagina lips on my chin-that brought her asshole in contact with my open mouth. PPRROOOOSSSSSSSSSLLLRRRRRR! My protests came in struggled gags as her silent fart pushed her prolapse against the back of my gums. The eggy fart flowed freely and I passed out with the weight of the world- no ceiling fan could help me now. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I wanted to puke and as luck would have it, Goddess Rhena placed me inside a toilet. The problems ran rampant, however. For one, she sat on the toilet, merely a few inches from my head. PPRRBTT! FFLLOOTT! Second, her thighs crushed my neck, not only restricting air flow, but an upflow of any fluids. FFFLLROOFF! BBLLOORRTT! And three, as by the acidic, rhythmic taste of her tiny toots, I would soon have other problems. Thus, I used my little airflow to beg for mercy. “Wait...please…” BBRRTT! Another small toot graced the tip of my nose. “Ah, he’s awake folks! Hello my little toilets, meet Eric, known to you as Fartlover69!” Goddess Rhena lifted herself and past the expanse of bathroom light I could see my phone recording me inside. “no...NO DON’T!” Before I could move she plopped back down, crushing me under her ass and adding a fart as emphasis. “For those of you who are first time visitors, Eric is a VERY dedicated toilet of mine. He paid nearly a grand just to have me fart into his mouth! What a dirty, dirty boy…” PPLLMMPPTT! BBRRRTT! I could only moan in protest as she jiggled her ass fat above and laughed. “Ahh, thank you toilet. He’s licking my little pooper right now, eager to get every taste he can! Ladies, I think you’d have a very fine gentleman with this one! Shall I give him what he wants?” PPRRLLLTTT! BBWWAATT!-followed by a series of comment pings on the phone site. “Sounds like a yes! Ready down there, my love?” I wasn’t, but her booty sure was. PPLLOOSSRRRT! BBLLAATTT! I knew these tiny farts well. It meant that the pipes were clogged; I prayed an assortment of my action figures would be raining down above. PTTLLRRTT! FFRBBATTTT! I took a deep whiff and knew damn well that wasn’t the case. She grunted and her anus began to pulse outward. I closed my eyes, bracing for the worst. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The most terrifying part was the sound. Her booty churned and squeeked as the monster sludge peeked forth, crackling outward with each centimeter passed. Goddess Rhena groaned in enjoyment and strength. “Oohhh, tell your mom her ham and carrot casserole was...OHHH, lovely!” The shit burst forth, wide as a baseball bat. What became most impressive was the length. I moaned and gagged as the squishy texture poured against my face, mashing and piling against the edges of the toilet bowl. I screamed, tasting the acidic, raunchy taste of her shit. Her booty found ample opportunity to find it’s way into my mouth and nose. PPTTTAAAAAARRRTT! Her asshole managed to find an inch of air pocket, delivering a quick, hot fart into my eyelids. “Ahh, nothing like a good shit and someone to appreciate them, hmm ladies? Any special requests, lads? Hmmm, lasses? Perhaps someone he knows from school want to hit this gentleman toilet up?” BBBLLRRUUAAPPTT! Another sour fart launched, and I managed to spit out a flurry of shit only to have the fart coat my tounge. Rhena lifted herself, letting the camera capture my pathetic state. I was too weak to try and escape this madness. “Oohh, halfway full folks! Too bad his damn head is in the way.” Rhena plopped back down and the shit resumed its exodus. My breathing resembled a dying animal and I could only watch her butt belch and excrement faster and harder. Then, heaven released through the gates of hell. PPPRRROOOLLLAAAAORRBBTTPPTTTTTTT! The fart sounded like a pig squeal, and smelled three times as worse. The turd finally pinched off, leaving a gaping, raw anus above me. FFUURRLLOOOOOTT! PPPOOOOOOOOOTT! BBBLLOOORRAAUUFFFGTT! A variety of sour gape farts choked out with little resistance. Rhena giggled, pushing her anus in and out, creating her signature prolapse pop in my face. “Ahhh, delicious.” She finally sighed. I was now not breathing as her ass rested full force on my neck. “Be a dear and clean your Goddess up, won’t you toilet?” I watched her lift slightly to position the camera-meanwhile, her prolapse expanded in full, disgusting reach. PPSSHHLLLLRRTTLLTT! Shit dribble nicked my lips; it’s smell and touch was the last sensation I felt as I passed out. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I wanted to die to end the suffering. The horrid smell still poured like an avalanche into my nose. When I regained consciousness, I wanted to die of embarrassment. I lifted my head out of the toilet bowl, dried shit branching off and landing on the floor. I looked back once, only to close the toilet lid to alleviate the smell...it didn’t help. I’d have nightmares of that image forever. Goddess Rhena was gone, thankfully, but her presence was ever evident in the smell of feces still clinging to my face. My parents would be home soon...but what’s the point? The whole world knew who I was anyway. I looked down to find my phone and felt a bittersweet sense of comfort. At least she’d returned it to me-underneath a heaping turd the size of my fist. I brushed it off and rinsed it with water. It pinged to life; HOW DID IT STILL WORK? Opening the lock screen I found one recorded video labeled “watch me.” In the hazy state I was in, I decided to do so. Goddess Rhena, smiling at the camera. She tilted back, a wad of toilet paper ran along the deadly expanse of her asscrack. She laughed, tossing it to the floor, not chancing it hitting the toilet and waking me up. Then, the phone took the papers place. I put the phone down as her shit gaped anus came into view: PPPPPTTUURRLLAAABBBBBLLRRRTTT! I could hear giggling past the rancid fart; the image of her shit caked anus rippling upset my stomach and I paused the video to puke in the sink. When I returned, there was darkness and growling. She’d put my phone inside her asshole, a classic, if not predictable move from her. BBLLLRRRUUUTTT! God, I needed a new phone. “Ahhh, enjoy it fartboy. If you don’t follow my instructions, that may be the last fart you watch from me. Or this one.” BBRRRLLLAAOOTTTT! Rhena giggled and continued, pooping the phone in and around her asshole. “Now I realize things went sour, at least for you anyway, but I’ll be honest. I had fun with you, fun I haven’t had with a toilet in a long time. So I’ve decided to let my generous side come forth.” FFRRRRTTTTTTTT! She sighed in relief and I felt the surge of anger return with her “generosity”. “I wasn’t actually recording to the site, or any site. I certainly could post the video, this one included. So, here’s my demand.” PPRROLLOOBBTT! In an instant she shat the phone out to clang to the floor. Her booty was quick to hang overhead the lens. “I’d like a little help with my production. A one girl camera crew is just so...boring. Certainly not worthy of my capabilities. So, in return for your help, I’ll keep these videos between us. I left my email on your dresser, go ahead and contact me. Oh and please contact me soon. There’s plenty of young toilets out there like yourself who could help me out.” BBRRRLLLTTTT! PPPWWWAARRTT! She sighed, and there it was, the shit bout to drop on my phone. “Ahhh, toot-a-loo my little toilet!” FFFTTUURRTTTTT! The shit unleashed, crashing onto the phone-expertly placed, it even turned off the video. I sighed, looking at the shit sprung across the room, including the one she placed on the floor. My mind was made up before the video even ended. I hurriedly clean the place up before anyone else knew my dirty secret.
PART 5 Goddess Rhena’s butthole was more than a sex organ to me. It used to be an inspiration to the impossible-I watched her webcasts amazed at the feats her butthole could trump. Now I watched her latest stream only out of obligation, to make sure my sick deviantcy wasn’t spread to the public. There was darkness starting the stream and I already knew this disgusting ploy she was getting at. BBBRRRLLLLAAAAABBRRTTT! With a forceful 10 second fart,(if I was there it’d probably smell like raw beef and two full restrooms) the GoPro lodged inside her anus emerged into light. “Ahhh, hello my little toilets,” Rhena cooed. PPPPPRRRLLOOOFFFFFTTT! In stunning HD, the camera faced her expanded asshole as it bequethed a silent fart for the audience. I watched the chat go crazy with the usual stuff: “Good morning Goddess Rhena!” “Oohh, you smell delicious this morning!” As pathetic and pervy as these guys were, I cringed at the thought of me, typing along next to them. It seemed like years ago. FFRTTLLLLLOOOPPPTTT! Her powerful fart made the camera bob in the toilet water. “Ahhh, another morning fart for my new camera! I hope you all can forgive a Goddess. My other GoPro got lost in my booty and I REALLY wanted to shoot some GiantessDom videos for you all. Thank you so much for your donations.” BBBLLLRRRBBBBTTTTTT! With another rancid fart, she won their hearts over. I knew full well the camera wasn’t “lost”; she sat on it and broke it with those big plump white cheeks of hers. Also, those cameras retail around $300 dollars-in donations, she received nearly $2,000. “Well a girl’s gotta go potty,” she continued, a stream of piss batting the camera around. “But I have a special stream for you all later tonight. I’m receiving help from a dedicated toilet; you all remember FartLuver69, hmmm?” BBBBTTTOOOOOTTTT! Eric, my name was Eric! I told her not to even mention my username. “Well he decided he just can’t get enough of my booty. Be sure to check in around 6 o'clock. Open stream costs $15 dollars. See you then.” She rose off the lid and the chat went crazy. “WAIT, YOU FORGOT YOUR LOAD-” “SHIT? WHERE’S THE SHIT?!” Idiots. It was only a moment later that Rhena returned to the toilet seat laughing. “Yes, yes, don’t think I’d forget about my special toilets. HUUGGHH!” Her asshole greeted the camera with a slimy fart and within moments, buried it under a puddle of black shit. The real action only lasted a second, but thousands of fart and scat fetishists would be blowing their loads to the sounds of her minute long stream of poop. I knew I used to. The camera seemed to work in reverse for Goddess Rhena. When I reached her studio, she seemed 10 pounds larger...make that 50. She wore her black leather dominatrix outfit, showcasing her stunning figure. She wasn’t an hourglass, more like a water pitcher. She carried large D tits, a little tummy, and an ass that could smother a small dog. She wasn’t too big to gross out the normal fetishists and had the butt size to pack some serious heat. BBBBLLLLLUURRBBBTTTTT! Trust me, I could smell her 10 yards away when I entered. “Ahhhh, don’t mind me Eric. I’m just setting up.” I crossed the room, nose covered. The place was covered with professional equipment, stuff you’d see on a movie set. In the center of the room sat her famous FartBox, which had three shotgun mics and a GoPro to capture her scent and sound. She donned a pair of headphones and shoved the tail of a shotgun mic against her pants. FFFFFFLLRRRRPPPTTT! “Ahhh, check one two,” she muttered with a giggle. I sighed. “So this is what our money is going to?” This caused her to laugh once more. “Yes my little fart rag. Oh, and my condo rent, this studio lease, the 5 star steak and fries I had for dinner...money well spent, no?” She waltzed by carrying a camera, slightly bending to fart near my face. PPPPPPTTRRRRRBBBBB! She was nearly a head and a half taller than me, booty angled expertly towards my nose as she passed with gas. I could taste the salty grease from the fries...I put almost a thousand dollars in to smell that fart. I must have been audibly upset because she added. “Just because you can’t justify your purchase doesn't mean you should judge others, sweetie. My booty brings happiness to thousands of pathetic little toilets.” BBBRRRRPPPPTTTT! She bent down and I watched her asscheeks jiggle with the forced fart. “Here, put this on.” she said, tossing me something. It was a GoPro with a head strap. “Make sure to turn the light on, sweetie. Oh, and THIS is my good side.” She waltzed over, turning to plant her right asscheek against my thigh. FFFFBBBRRRLLTTRRPPPP! The fart roared across my leg, sending shivers down my spine and nausea down my throat. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Showtime. I breathed in as much fresh plastic around the toilet lid as I could. I’d seen the FartBox in action; pretty soon Goddess Rhena would seal it with her booty, with no fresh air in sight,(which would also be eliminated). I thanked my lucky stars that my head actually went in through a compartment, instead of Rhena sitting on my neck. Breathing would still be claustrophobic, however. I closed my eyes and thought happy thoughts as Rhena pressed the spacebar to record. “Hello my faithful toilets!” she cheered. “Thank you for tuning in. I have a special surprise for you all. I just made a little fast food run and I’m feeling.” PPPRRRRLLLBBUUUTTT! “Oohh...very gassy. Here, have a whiff.” A pause, as she was no doubt angling the handheld camera at her leather pants. “Well you know a girl has to be cleanly and what better way than to have a toilet suck it up for you. Ladies and gentleman, Fartlover69!” I sat idle as she pointed the camera into the toilet. I wore a gimp mask which shielded most of my face from detection. Hopefully no one else could recognize the rest of my body...or my screams of pain. Goddess Rhena undid a strap on along her pants- a flap only showcasing her asscrack was revealed. Classy, efficient, and tantalizing-only show the audience what’s necessary, right? She sat upon the lid. I gagged, as per usual when coming into direct contact with her asshole. Pink and fleshy it burst down to introduce itself. FFFFRRRTTUULLPOOOPPTT! I moaned as the sickly ketchup fart shot down only an inch away. Rhena laughed and the camera light captured the horror of her asshole, expanding and closing almost to taunt me. BBBRTTRRAARRRPPPPTTTT! “Ohhh, that one was juicy! Fartlover, can you give our viewers a preview of the taste?” PPPTTLLLAARRPPTT! She gave me another fresh sample. “I-ugh, gross!” I called out. PPTTRRLLAABBBTTSSSTT! A freshly squeezed shart of ass juice announced her disapproval. “Oh come on boy, be descriptive! These people are dying to know.” They sure were, I could hear the chat bubbles pop on her laptop. Sick fuckers. BBBRRROOOOTTLLLFFFFF! “Oh fuck!...uh, like sour cream and...raw meat...and shit.” “Ooohh, ooh wait, how about THIS one, slave!” This fart, this disgusting, raunchy fart she unleashed was pure hell. PPRROOOOOSSSSSSLLT! Pinched off with a squeak, the silent fart launched an eggy armada of fart that Rhena was famous for. She giggled as I shook along the box, my lungs burning from the taste. “Ha, look at him shake, dearies! Oh you should see him down here, he’s dying to get every drop.” I felt a pinch on my penis from her fingertips. She rose and I saw a finger aggressively jab at her asscrack. Her pink butthole bulged towards the camera, obviously for me to lick. I extended my tounge and the camera watched as I tentatively licked the edges of her butthole. Luckily my motor skills were impaired; describing her butthole, the taste of layered shit and sweaty ass hairs was a grievance I wished I could never do. PPPLLLOOOOOPPPPPTTT! All too easily, she laid a hefty, 5 second fart in my mouth. “Ahhh, now THIS is good television, hmm toilets?” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next hour went by in a lull. Rhena’s farts captivated me in her raw scent. I could only breathe and nod when she asked me questions, shaking her booty above for effect. The chat users suggested all manner of smells and actions; more booty licking, a bit more silent farts...then, some asshole wanted to make my day. “Ohhh well that is what toilets do, Scatgirl554. Toilet open wide. The Goddess needs to clear some room.” Suddenly all my senses returned. “No, Rhena this...not what..we agreed to-” BBRRLLLAAPPRRTSSSTTT! That fart shut me down. My head went into a whirl of garbage trucks and sulfur plants. I could only watch as her asshole chimed out and in, out and in, massaging my present down the pipes. “Oohhh, we have a not-so-solid contender coming down!” said Goddess Rhena. FFTTUUUOOOSSHHBBTT! I knew that bitter anal scent very well-she wasn’t lying. Her asshole sucked deep, like it was about to burst into opera. This sonnet was going to be far, far worse, however. BBBTOOUULLSSSSSHHHHHBRRLLLLLBBBRRRTTT! Liquid fire poured down like a burst sewage pipe. I could only scream as the 20 second stream of acidic waste poured down. PPLLTRRRRTT! “Ahhh! What a sight! But you all know that’s not my stopping point.” No, it wasn’t, not even close. PPTTRLLSSSSHHOORRTTSSSTTTT! Another dosage around 15 seconds. PTTUURRTT! BBLLAATT! My nose and mouth were now gasping for fresh air like a dying fish. On one end was the shit, a vile hot concoction of bodily waste that itched my skin and poured into my tastebuds. On top was her booty, reflecting the smell and now ready to launch some it’s own. FFFLLLOOTRRHOT!--BBLLLAAATTSSS!--BBBTTUURRLLSSBBOOHTTT! Her booty seemed indecisive, with 5 second squirts of shit plopping gallons of feces onto my face. The Fart Box was nearly full and I couldn’t even see. Only the camera wasn’t buried, catching HD footage of her butthole roaring my final sentence. FFFLLLOOOOORRRRRRTTTT! Rhena sighed in relief at the airy fart, which signaled that her booty was clear...at least of shit. “Phew! That was a good one, hmm toilet?” I focused on breathing the best I could. Eyes closed, mouth closed and nostrils trying to take in as little shit as possible. Rhena addressed the chat viewers good night, all the while remaining on the toilet lid, peppering in a few farts here and there. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rhena had her duties and I of course had mine. Once I awoke I set off to dump her 10 pounds of liquid shit into an actual toilet. I returned inside the studio, where she made my work even harder. FFFTTUUUURLLLBBBTT! I experienced the gnarly shit-fart as she walked by with a tripod. She didn’t acknowledge me-why bother? What did she care that my head was spinning and every pore of my body seemed to ache? Her assfat closed the gap to her butthole, but I could almost imagine it puckering hysterically, launching light green gas bubbles that smelled of it’s previous expulsion. It made me physically sick. Even though I’d just gotten done cleaning the FartBox, I ducked my head inside to puke. Goddess Rhena laughed watching me. “Should have saved that for the stream, fart boy!” I emerged, teary eyed and red faced. “It’s not funny! This is-disgusting! You’re a, a gross fucking pig!” The energy made me sick and I leaned over the FartBox. Suddenly, Rhena’s shadow appeared overhead. I looked up to see her with a wide grimace. “Inside. Now.” she commanded. “But I just-I just cleaned it and-” She took my head and slammed my skull against the lid. I put my hands up in protest, right before she turned around and her asscheeks descended. Too heavy for my fragile frame, I simply let her crash onto my head. The FartBox shattered, little wooden fragments puncturing my neck. I kicked and punched her mighty booty-her response was swift. BBBBRRLLLLLLLTTTTTT! She sighed in relief as her shit-stained asshole kissed my nose. Then she punched my balls, letting the smell enter my mouth. “That’s good fart boy. Keep it open. And LICK!” Now she was pinching them. I squirmed as the pain shot through my whole body. Quickly, I stuck my tounge out around her anus. FFFRRLLLLOOTTTT! She prolapsed, making sure to showcase every inch that needed to be cleaned. “When you’re done cleaning me I want you to lock up,” she continued. “And if anything is damaged you're paying for it. I want a donation for a new FartBox as well, Eric.” PPLLLLTTOOOOOOOTT! “I own you, fartboy. If you don’t want THIS to go public, I suggest you bury that tounge nice and deep.” PPPSSLLLLAAATTTTTT! The greasy fart hit me like a battleship. In my dizzied state I could hear her smartphone recording… When all was said and done she left me on the floor with the lights turned off. I got to work cleaning, deciding I was too weak to even drive myself home.
PART 6 Goddess Rhena had numerous faults on my account. One thing she wasn’t lacking was creativity, especially at my expense. BBBBBBTTOOOOLLLPPPTT! The greasy fart was shielded by the thin balloon latex. I watched her meaty pink asshole expand inside-that was all about to change. FFRRRRRBBBAAATTT! “Ahh!” she exclaimed cutely. I was forced to follow those big white buttcheeks as they danced along with the balloon. “Twenty five farts, my little toilets! Twenty five! These are some quality products they’re selling at Dollar Tree! Ha!” PPPTSSSHUUTTTTT! A wet fart prolapsed a slimy side of her asshole. I watched the fart slime dribble along the bottom, along with thousands of Goddess Rhena’s viewers from the GoPro streaming on my forehead. They couldn’t smell the horrors lightly leaking off the tip of the balloon. PPRRRRRRMPPPTTT! Helium, not methane, was meant to be held in those party balloons. It’d grown to the size of one of Goddess Rhena’s asscheek; I watched in horror as she grunted. BBBLLLLLOOPPPTTT! Pop, and one final hamburger fart broke the camel's back. In an instant, I was surrounded by a dangerous collection of methane. The smell was horrendous, too much even for me. I gagged, head down as the fart expanded. Rhena laughed her head off. “Phew, those were some nasty ones! Thank you to Bootydom87 for that wonderful suggestion!” said Rhena. I silently, ironically thanked Bootydom87 as well. Rhena lifted my head and fanned the extra fart air towards the camera. “Smell it up dears, I’ll be offline for a couple days. Be sure to send any suggestions and donations to my inbox. Stay classy and stay gassy.” She signed off by placing her ass against the camera,(ergo, my face) and letting one final, nasty ripper to the audience. I passed out somewhere around the 5 second mark. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My relationship with Rhena was...strained. No, that’s an understatement, the biggest one of the century. I hated Goddess Rhena and I felt deep down, she hated me too. She still bounced around the studio, giddy as a butterfly. Perhaps she wanted to keep in character, or maybe she wanted to torture me. BBMMMRRRRPPPPTTT! Her fart broke a silence of over 30 seconds, one of the longest periods I haven’t heard her fart. I sighed, trying my hardest to shield my nose with the lead in my pencil. PPTTOOOOOTT! BLLLAAAPPBBTT! I couldn’t concentrate on my homework with her in the room, but she insisted I stay for “directorial counseling”. Here came another sage advice from her. “Ooohh Eric, you need to be a bit more stable when following me. I can correct the shakiness in post, but it’s a lot easier if you just wait for my booty.” BBBLLLLAAAAPPPPTTT! Her takeout chinese fart reminded me of the kitchen tour video she was referring to. I could barely breathe during that segment, let alone sit up straight. “Uh-huh,” I gave her. PPTTOORRROOTTT! This fart came from the tinny sound of her laptop. “Ohhh, that was a little wet. Hmm, I can see a little fart air escaping. Maybe I should color correct it green, give it a little flair. Eric, what flavour was that fart, do you know?” I felt a sickening lump in my throat. “I don’t know! They’re all nasty!” PPPPTTTLLRRRRAABBLLTTT! That fart was very real, aggressive and foreboding. I smelt a light scent of chicken before it heightened when she walked to my work station. “You know why I want you here, right Eric? We’re a team, you and I. You’re my little fart muse and I can’t put on a good production without some...experience.” Rhena effortlessly pulled my neck back; I was staring into her bright blue eyes and blonde hair, right before she turned around and sunk my face into the back of her yoga pants. I heard grumbles as my neck stiffened. “Do you need a refresher? What flavor was this fart?” She leaned a little forward to press the spacebar and I heard the gnarly fart once more. Her yoga pants just barely shielded the sensation of her asshole pushing forward, ready to fire. I forgot all about my math equations. “It was...like green beans, I think, like...salty.” PPPRRRRRRLLLBBTT! “Ahhh, like that?” she asked. I jerked away and she giggled. “Stop it!” I cried with a cough. “I’m trying to work here!” Rhena was still giggling as she maneuvered around the table. My palms grew sweaty as she let her yoga pants drop to the floor. “You know, I don’t think you even need to go to college. You really have an eye for this stuff! Well, a nose, anyway.” FFFFFFSSSSSSSLLLRRSSS! A steaming hot corn fart pressed outward; along with that came a groan from the table as her fat glowing cheeks sat down. I gagged as her spread asscheeks released the hellish fart towards my side. “Tell you what, why don’t you drop out, work an internship for me? I can get your name on paper, you can earn a little extra cash...not to mention the free work experience.” PPPTTWAAAAAMMPPPTT! Asshole hitting wood sent a disturbing vibration across the table. “Then there’s the matter of your collateral. I could delete that video for you. No one would ever have to know you’re my little fartboy. Unless you want them to.” She scooted back on the table and spread her cheeks, fully exposing her gaping pink anus. I was transfixed and Rhena will do that to you if you knew the full power and weight of that asshole. “I didn’t go to college and look at me! Thousands of toilets at my beck and call, giving me their money, time, and attention. How much is this math stuff even worth?” Rhena’s question was rhetorical. She slid my homework towards her booty; I knew I could do nothing in protest but watch. FFFFFFFRRRPPPPPPTT! “Ahh,” she exclaimed. “Come on fartboy, make the right choice. You’re already in deep enough.” Her fart smelt of cholesterol and waste toxins so it came to no surprise to me that the fart meant something extra. Soon enough her asscheeks clenched all too familiar, her anus expanded, and the waste materialized. BBTTPP! Only the tiniest of toots escaped as a massive Chinese food dump slithered gently along her anal edges. “Please...don’t…” I muttered desperately. Rhena sighed, more out of aggravation than exhaustion. Her turd dangled only an inch away from my nearly complete paper. “Have it your way, fartboy.” said Rhena. With another grunt, the shit receded almost a full foot-nothing compared the expanse of her bowels. “I’m gunna go drop this log and I’ll want an ansewer by the time I come back. Think long and hard, Eric. This might be the biggest decision you’ll ever make.” She held the paper against her asscheek and gave it a loud fart. BBWWOOOOOPPPPTTT! The paper shot towards me, propelled by a thankfully dry fart. Rhena rose and walked towards the bathroom door. My eyes watered from the disgusting smell and the possibilities ahead. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rhena’s dump didn’t help with my decision making. BBBWWWWLLLLLRRRPPTT! “Oohhaah! Ooooo…”. I heard the splash of a turd I’d guessed to be about a foot. She’d have much more, both with this dump and the hundreds more to come if I accepted her offer. I could smell her anal leakage through the crack in the door. Did I really want to endure that for another countless number of months? PPRRRRRROOOOOOTT! BBLLTT! One shit-funneling fart followed by another fart to start the process again. By now I knew the toilet would be clogged and I stared at Goddess Rhena’s laptop, the Adobe project still open. There were a couple projects on there where I’d heard her shit. I also watched it, gladly, in my earlier days, free from the busy adult worries of life...and Goddess Rhena’s smells. PPSSSHHORRBBOTTT! “Whew, all colours of the rainbow in here, Eric!” She called. “While you're thinking, go and get me some more toilet paper from upstairs. Unless you want to lick it yourself?” BBRLLSSOOHHTTTT! Her shit had gone liquid nuclear and I most certainly did not want to lick it. But how long until someone in the comments thread suggest that I do? I turned ahead away, smelling the acrid diarrhea shit, picturing it’s slimy texture running across my nose and into my mouth like a sickly waterfall. No, I couldn’t do it, not anymore. But I had to, what choice did I fucking have?! On that collection of plastic hardware Goddess Rhena held my reputation, my livelihood! My parents would disown me if they found out I’d spent their money on, on...FFFFLLLSSSSSHHOOTTT!...this sadistic shit porn! My whole life was one Goddess Rhena’s laptop. It was, it really was...and I was out here...and she was a little...preoccupied. PPWWWAAMRMBBPPTT! The right decision popped up in my head before I could even determine it was right. I closed the Adobe Premier project and opened her system manager. BBBBLLLLOOOORRRTT! I jumped; an airy fart bounced off the toilet lid with a sigh, announcing a little “last call” for any disgusting fluids Rhena might produce. Close windows diagnostics, yes. Open C drive, open D drive, yes, yes. FFFFLLRSSSSHHTTT! “Oohhhh, that was a big one!” I heard toilet paper rolls unfurled and ass meat meeting paper. Format C drive, are you sure? Yes. Format D drive, are you sure? Yes. Running water, then the smell of soap that had no hope of bypassing the smell of rotten shit probably brimming on top of the toilet lid. Wait, the cameras! “Ahhh, so Eric-oops, where the fuck is my phone…”. With lightning speed I reached for her GoPro. All files, now deleted. PPPTTLLLOOOOOBBBTTT! “Ahhh,” came Goddess Rhena sensual voice as the rotten shit-fart ran across the open air. I sprinted away from it, from her as I bolted for the door. I was laughing, experiencing the fresh air like I never had before. I finally felt free, liberated, the master of my own course. For once my life looked like it was going up. At least, it wasn’t continually spiraling downward under Goddess Rhena. 2 months had passed since I deleted the blackmail on her hard drive and rushed out to leave my life. I hadn’t heard from her since and there was no activity on her camsite...so I geuss she left me in the clear, wallowing in her own defeat. It was a hot summer evening and I was walking back to my car with a spring in my step. It looked like I’d pass my upcoming finals and who knows what after that? With a grin on my face I turned my car on and rolled down the windows. It’d be the first mistake I’d realize making. FFFFBBBBLLUUUUURRRTTTTT! Past the muggy evening air I smelt Goddess Rhena’s ass ripping. The fart contained her worst, french fries and milkshake fart with a tint of...sweat. My instincts trained me to turn my head towards her booty-and there it was. Was I hallucinating? “Hello toilet. Long time no see, hmmm?” BBBBBRRRRRRRTTT! I sat and smelled, transfixed. A hot dog fart, smelling so potent, so real. Her ass pouted out into the window like it always did, nearly filling the entire open. My suspicions were confirmed; she had jogged to my campus, an evident sweat stain cumulating on the asscrack area of her jogging pants. Then, she turned around and I saw her viciously beautiful face past the fart haze. “Mind if I take a joyride?” she asked. My mouth hung open, in taking the remnants of her ass ripping as she opened my passenger door and sat inside. The car shook as her plump booty weight shook the car-which was when I snapped. “Get out.” I said coldly. “Now. Or I’m calling the cops.” PPPRRRLLLLOOORRRTTT! “Ahhh,” she said, mushing her fart into the seat. “Oh just humor me Eric. I just want to talk. There’s some things you might want to hear-or smell, depending on how much you missed this booty.” BBBLLLRRRBBBLLBTTT! She giggled as the fart rumbled out her asscheeks; she even turned to her side, letting me watch her cheeks jiggle with the sheer force of the fart. Her true power on display...in all its disgustingness. “All right fine. But the moment I say so you’re out of my car.” I sighed, carefully backing up, half looking where I was driving, half looking to make sure no one I knew caught me with this flatulent beauty. BBBMMMRRRRRRPPPTTT! A pasty fart had her giggling again; I noticed her slowly rolling up the windows. “I’m hungry. Mind if we get something to eat?” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Ohh that tickles, ha!” said Rhena, waving the gas in my direction. “Oh I remember my ass being a lot tighter with those carrot farts. I use to carry them on for minutes, ha!” BBBLLLLLLLRRRRRRTTTTTT! Another like-minded vegetable fart clogged my nose; I hastily cranked the AC up further. Rhena sighed. “You know I remember you from the early days of my website, Eric. Ha, Fartluver69, so clever! Is it still evident?” PPLLLLLLOOOOOTTT! “Do you still go on my sight, fartboy? Get a whiff of these?” BBBRRRRRMMMPPPTT! PLLLAAABBBTT! BBRRRRRROOOTT! She laughed, ass turned my way. “Stop, I’m driving!” I shouted. It ended coming out more pathetic than I’d hoped, like a toddler crying for his sibling to stop touching him. “Oh c’mon, you didn’t donate close to a grand to not engage with my booty.” said Rhena. FFFFLLLOOSSHHTT! “Ah! I know you love this smell.” She cupped her fart and tried pulling it over my nose-I smacked it away. “I donated because I wanted to support an independent, body conscious woman with goals aspiring to further her interests in the fetish porn community, which has been overpopulated with the patriarchal values of beauty.” I had to stop twice for breath to blurt that rhetoric out. Rhena laughed, expressing her sentiments with a harsh, beefy fart for 10 seconds. “THAT’S my value of beauty, ha!” she said, waving the hefty gust of taco fart my way. “And I told you that college bullshit doesn't fly in the real world. The real world is run by money and if some fartboy wants to watch me poop out some trinkets, I’m more than happy to take his cash, hmmm?” “Then find someone else, Rhena!” I blurted. “I don’t need you anymore and you don’t need me. I’m not your fucking torture toilet anymore.” I dug my head into the steering wheel as we came to a stoplight. Rhena let loose a silent fart, sinking against the floorboards-it was like her booty was programmed to never give me rest. “Oh, I don’t think that’s true, Eric. At least, that’s not what this picture says.” I sighed and lifted my head with a finger pinching my nose. Across the aisle was Rhena’s phone, logged into Facebook. My face went cold. There was Rhena’s booty, squatted to showcase how wide it could spread. From an aerial view was the unconscious slits of a young boy's face-only when I saw eric did I recognize myself. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- BBBBBRRRRRRRTTTTTTTT! “Ahh! That’s the fart I wanted to let you have Eric. Of course you were sleeping, so I gave you this one.” PPRRROOLLOOSSSS! A silent eggy fart brought back horrific night terrors I had a while ago. I smelled Goddess Rhena, her awful eggy scent...but in a flash, I awoke to nothing. But it was her...she was in my house! “You-y, you bitch! Take that down, now!” I screamed. “Oh no problem. But what about these ones on Twitter? Ohh, how about this pintrest video I posted?” BBBLLLUUURRRPPPPT! An earlier video played, with a nearly conscious me suffering under Goddess Rhena’s butt...this was in her studio. She laughed. “You were pretty smart wiping my hard drive. Christ knows I can’t save this to the cloud.” PPLLLUURRRRBBBTTTT! “Ahhh. But a Goddess thinks of everything. Especially about her toilets. Each and every one. WHOO!” She reached back and blew a silent ham fart into my face. My eyes were in tears and I struggled to pull over to the side of the road. “Nuh-uh fartboy, drive. Cedarton Park, next exit. We’ve got some contracts to discuss.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was dark when we reached there. Driving over gravel backroads I heard a noise that rocketed over the sound of the engine and crunching gravel. PPSSHHHBBBRRRLLLSSBBTTT! “Oaahhh. Here.” said Rhena. We stopped in the middle of nowhere. She sighed, taking a moment to adjust her seat for more legroom. “My side. Now.” BBBLLLLOOPPRRRSSTTHHTT! The lump in my throat increased to a boulder smelling the nasty wet fart. With iron-clad legs I walked to her passenger side. She opened the door, patting the seat where she just laid out a silent fart. I took one last breath of fresh woodland air before setting my head upward on the seat. Goddess Rhena gave me a wink before she sat down on my face. There it was, the old familiar feel, the smell, the pain...and something extra. PPPTTLSLSSSHUUOOOTT! Along with the vast expanse of booty meat came a coating of wet shit filling her pants. Then, along with the usual booty smell came the acrid smell of shit. BBLLLRRRHHSSSTT! BBBLLAAPPRROOSSHTT! “Ahhh, it feels so good to have you back toilet. It really does.” Goddess Rhena leaned back and patted my head, before pressing her ass down harder with a grunt. PPPLLLSSBBBSSOOOSSHHTTT! “Oaahh! Now that should do it.” Rhena rose, only before reaching to turn the car off. “We’ll be here for a bit.” she muttered in the night darkness. “Sit,” she said jabbing a finger on the ground. My teeth chattered in fear as she turned around. Her fingers wound along her ass, where her pants were slowly descended. A hefty chunk of pink underwear barely contained over a gallon of waste smushed between her asscheeks. With a swift movement, Rhena allowed it to drop to the floor. I gagged as the smell resurfaced, the pile of filth launching in every direction. Rhena’s shadow grew as she squatted over her undergarments. BBLLLLRRAASTSHHTTTT! One final squirt sharted the remnants onto the pile. Rhena sighed and reached down to wipe her dirtied shit hands on her underwear; I looked up to find her asscheeks caked in shit. It literally looked like she had sat on a shit cake. “Eat up toilet.” Was all she said. She held up her phone and pressed the record button. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Scooping all of the waste into my mouth was a blur. The taste would certainly stick, as well as the oatmealish, wet texture. It was one amalgamation of the worst of Rhena. FFFLLLOOORRRTTTTT! She sighed, her booty only a few feet from my face. I wailed and hurled as she added to the stink. “Oooh I told you folks he liked the dry ones better!” said Rhena, her phone an inch or two away from her ass. “Hey Eric, your mom finally commented! ‘We need to talk’. Ha!” BBBTTUUSSPPTTTT! “You think this would warrant more than a talk from your parents! Haha!” I kept my head low, praying that my friends and family would mistake this for another Eric. My screams and wails of disgust would disprove any of those theories. “Well it looks like fartboy here is done, folks. If you want to see any more of his work and mine you can follow us at my website! Just look up Goddess Rhena at your local fetish porn search engine. Tootiles!” I didn’t need to look up to see her rip a rancid fart into the phone speakers for the sendoff. Rhena still stood over me, her back positioned perfectly. “Just you and me, fartboy. Now, what do you say for deleting my hard drive?” She pulled me in just below her asscheeks. “I-i’m sorry.” BBBLLLRRROOOOOTTT! “I forgive you. Now sniff up for your Goddess, hmmm?” I did, every particle of shit I sniffed, still drying against her asshole. What choice did I have? My life was ruined...again. “Now let’s go home.” said Rhena. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ My mind tortured me with thoughts of regret-every minute, every second. PPPPTTOOOLLLLTTSTTTBB! Rhena’s naked wet butt exploded into my face, showering me with dry shit-shards and shower water. The scent was vile, only emphasised by the moldy smell of the shower. “Nice and clean,” said Rhena, holding back a soapy washcloth for me. “Just like in our videos.” I’d dreamed some nights of showering with Goddess Rhena. It wasn’t quite how I liked. We didn’t fuck raw dog, with her occasionally tossing a few toots on my dick for pleasure. BBBLLLLOOOOPPRRSSHTT! I saw her uglier side as her prolapse extended fully with the smell of dead, wet dogs. “UGH!...every inch.” she muttered. I ran the soap along the brown caked white cheeks. It took forever to get off, first creating a soapy shit paste which I then had to wipe off with my hands. PPLLUUURRTTTTTTT! Every once in awhile her asshole would recede, only to return in full force with some fart flavors for me to sample. I ran the bar of soap across her asscrack, wiping in disgust and anger at the circumference of her prolapse that just wouldn’t let go of her shit. BBBLLWWAAALLPPTTTTT! She sighed, squirting a little shit-water in my face. “Let me get that.” she said. Her hand grabbed the bar of soap, where next her asshole did the same. It disappeared completely, swallowed whole by the farting freak I’d grown to hate. I could feel her smile as she pressed me inside her buttcheeks, slowly swaying her hips. I could hear the grumbles and she let her prolapse tickle my nostrils as her booty cleansed itself from the inside. BBLLOORRTT! PPPRRTTT! Little farts erupted, smelling of soap, but more of tiny, methane victory farts. FFFLLLUUUUUUTTTTTTRRLBBBLLTTT! Finally the soap returned, minced in with a slew of light brown shit water. “Gross,” I muttered. Goddess Rhena laughed. In another time that’d be my climax point. “Bad toilet. We need to wash your mouth out.” She pried open my jaw and ripped a few slimy farts down my gullet. I gagged as shit tasting soap water bounced off my tastebuds and into my stomach. Again, in another time I’d resist but I’d put this off for too long. Being Goddess Rhena’s toilet was the path I chose and apparently, I chose wrong.
PART 7 In the constant downward spiral that had become my life, all I wanted to do was go home and take a nap. Or rather, I wanted to go back to the apartment I got at a shitty price which my parents kicked me into out of disgust for my online private life becoming public...and take a nap. But working for Goddess Rhena kept my life and energy in constant service to her. I was neither surprised nor saddened when seeing her at my front door; could my life really get any lower? BBBBLLLUUUUURRRRRRTTT! She farted and sighed in exhaustion, her breath visible and her fast food fart much more potent with the chilly wind. “Finally fartboy!” she said crossing her arms. “I called you twice and I’ve been knocking for 15 minutes! Where were you?” The large blonde beauty controlling my life, pouting her her big bootied hips out to the side. I did a number of stuff for the day, buying groceries, using library wi-fi because my complex was shit...just attending to my adult life outside of her. FFFFFPPPPPPPAAATT! “I-uh, nothing.” was all I find the energy to muster. “Well hurry up fartboy, I have a shit practically staining my undies!” said Rhena. Cute, and I knew she wasn’t kidding. I remember watching her analy devastate two toilets with that butt...so god knows what my toilet would look like afterwards. I brushed her tall, plump figure aside, hurrying for the locks. Hopefully, she’d be sitting in the toilet. The lock turned and she grunted. “Oh great, here it comes,” she said brushing past me. Her jean belt was already unbuckled before I shut the door behind us. BBBBBBTTUUPTT!-the fart would continue longer if it weren’t for the ear of corn sized log protruding from her butt. She squatted above my carpet and it only grew. PPPPWWUUPPTT! “Ohhh,” she sighed, quite satisfied. I sighed, watching the feces coat my carpet-I’d just washed off her cum juice from last time. PPRRMMPT-BLLT-! “Urrgh! Get me something to read, Eric please.” I watched that gob of pink asshole gape for an even larger, second shit-log. That ass could take up half a couch and I knew that once she started, Goddess Rhena wasn’t going anywhere. Best to speed up the process and let me clean it up sooner. “Yes Goddess,” I muttered, leaving just before the third log started. BBBRRTTT! “Ahhh, thank you Eric.” She was using my real name, a tactic I figured was a token of affection to keep me playing her game of slave and mistress. BBBBTTRRRRUUUPPPTT! “Ahh! There we go,” I heard her say, the sound of her booty crinkling out the next log very evident. I took a little longer getting her magazine to wipe my tears. I was trapped in this game forever now. 15 minutes later, Goddess Rhena rose. A pile of solid logs caked the ground, like two large animals had gotten into my house...it smelled as much. I handed her a roll of toilet paper. “I asked specifically for three ply, please,” she said courteously before handing it back to me. “They don’t-I couldn’t find it at-” “Trust me fartboy, I’ve lived with this thing for years,” said Rhena, spreading a cheek with her hand. BBBBBBBBBLLLLLLRRRTTT! “Ahh! The fart wants what the fart wants, haha!” She wiggled her booty near my hips and I tried desperately to ignore my fingers touching her shit caked crack. “Go online and look for some, I’m sure you’ll find it.” Then Goddess Rhena wiped her crack with one of my discarded T-shirts. She used both sides. “Now, where is our Bedside Chat number 45?” she asked. I looked up from placing her shit into a garbage bag and gathered some breath past the horrendous fumes. “Laptop is...on the table...folder...Goddess Rhena…”. That was too much and I had to step away from her shit to not lose consciousness. “Goddess Rhena folder, creative,” she muttered with her shrill giggling. She played the video while I began scrubbing out the stains on the carpet. “Eric, come here please.” she said. I sighed and walked over to my couch. Oh good, she at least put her jeans back on. FFFFPPPPRRRRLLOOTT! Not that her constant greasy farts wouldn’t ruin it anyway. “I noticed that the sound sort of...spikes down at this next toot.” Goddess Rhena scrolled to the sequence. There she was, gorgeous as ever, sprawled out in her underwear on the bed. She hit play. “Oh this is a big one...you need to come closer if you want to smell,” said digital Rhena. The camera,(me) did come closer, right against her underpants which she was seductively pinching into her asscrack. BBBBLLLRLRRRBBBBBAAATTT! I can still remember her shrill laughter, the rank smell of tomato soup fart barreling into my face. Oh, and the audio was deafened. “So, what’s the deal?” said Rhena. I sighed, remembering the editorial choice. “You farted into the microphone too...directly. It got really loud and sort of painful to listen to. I toned it down to make it fit with the rest of the audio.” Rhena rose halfway through and positioned the back of her jeans very much near my face. FFFFFFPPPRRRRBBBTT! I sat up and took every particle of her stink-or else the consequence would be worse, I knew. “Ahhh. Now does any of that smell fake to you, Eric dear? Does my booty pump out those fake stock-movie farts you hear in your cartoons?” PPPLLUUUMMMPPPTTT! No, no it did not. “No it does not, fartboy! These are real farts and should be treated as such.” I was silent, which apparently wasn’t the ansewer she was looking for. “Do we need to reshoot this Bedside Chat episode? Or can you restore my booty to it’s fuller glory?” PPPBBBLLLLAAABBRROOOTTT! Again I had to wipe my tears, and luckily her jeans were closeby. “Yes...Goddess Rhena.” “Goodboy.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Her meeting with me consisted on critique and rehearsal...added on to her usual gassy display. “Ok, performance food!” she said clapping her hands. “Let’s see what we got.” She opened my fridge, showcasing my very short, very poor eating selection. “Hmmm, bean salad and...milk.” she said, her distaste very evident. FFLLLLLOOOOOOTTT! I grimaced, tasting the raw fart behind her at the kitchen counter. Of course the one time my mom cares to reach out to her disgraced fetish-freak son she sends a care package of her bean salad. “Eric, this stuff upsets my stomach, you know that?” said Goddess Rhena. “I’m sorry, I’ll go get something. Do you want McDonalds or-” BBBBRLLLOOPPPPRRRRRTT! She smiled behind the fridge door and winked at me. “No, this is perfect.” I took a prolonged, sorrowful whiff of her fart. It was forceful and bitter; I knew her horny and aggressive farts when I smelt them, or heard them...FFFLLRRTTPPAAAAATTTTT! Or saw them open up from her butthole. Now she stood above me naked and I wish I had left her with an empty fridge. The mere smell emanating from her package butthole was horrendous. BBBBBLLLOOOORRFFFFF! I turned my head and gagged, tasting the pepper and bean quietly assault my mind. This was all I could do; Goddess Rhena need only post another video of me swallowing her fart before I went viral as the Fart Fetishist Extraordinaire. I could see it in her eyes as she looked back and smiled. “Good, keep those reactions up for the real thing. Annnndd...ACTION!” PPPPPRRRRAAAAATTT! That forceful toot was the real directorial cut. Goddess Rhena turned and displayed the massive rubber dildo strapped on to her vagina. The thing looked like it could barely fit in any hole I owned...I secretly cursed whatever anime-trap degenerate suggested this video for her to perform. “Oh, does some pathetic little slave want to ride this big booty of mine?” said Goddess Rhena. One disgusting orifice turned into another. She spread her asscheeks and backed into my face. BBBBBAAAALLLPPPPP! There it was, her bulging pink anus giving me that familiar sticky kiss on my mouth. I felt her just shaved asshole poke out a few new hairs onto my lips, the smell of her asscrack delving into my senses. I was very suggestible intaking so much methane...which might have drawn me into these situations in the first place. PPRRPRPRRPPRRPPRRPTT! I gagged as she launched a ripply toot garnered to gain my attention. “Hmmm? Do you wanna get in my booty with your small cock?” “Yes Goddess Rhe-NA!” she tapped my balls aggressively with her foot. A little improv, or just her angered response to my line delivery...I’d never know. “Well I’ve got something for you first Ka-Ka lison,” said Rhena. She butchered this OC pronunciation but it was the thought that counted. BBBBLLLLLAAAPPPPPPTTT! She sighed giggling and wiggling her booty before turning round. I couldn’t understand what made me gag worse. Was it the mere thought of Goddess Rhena, or the actual taste of her booty?... or was it this dildo aggressively shoved into my mouth? FFFFLLLLLPPPPPPTTTTTT! She squeezed out a tight, buttery fart potent enough that she thought she’d share with me. My mouth was granted a few moments of reprieve, only for her to shove my face into her booty. “Oh Ka-Ka, you’re so loving and handsome,” Rhena purred. BBBBWWPPRRRRSSSSS! I couldn’t feel any more sick if I actually cared about this stupid roleplay. She turned around and forced the dildo back down my gullet. I suddenly gained much more appreciation for female pornstarts. “Oh Ka-Ka...I’m so close...do you feel it?” PPPPRRRRLLOOOOOOTTLBLBTT! A lengthy, orgasmic toot filled with milky taste and rotten hamburger meat ran into any hole that wasn’t getting fucked. I gasped for dear breath, met with fart, and couldn’t take anymore. I was dizzy tired and I could feel my uvula wince in pain. “Ahhh...cue sperm visual effect, blahdie blah,” said Goddess Rhena, motioning semen landing onto my face with her hand. “And then the finale!” I closed my eyes to catch up with the events. When I opened them, I only saw darkness. Goddess Rhena sat on my face, jaw pried open, butthole gurgling. FFFFFLLLLOOORRRBBBBBBUUUPPPTTTTT! A fart of 11 seconds pummeled into my mouth, where I felt my stomach acid bubble deep down. She held me tightly as I tried to escape, no match to her inhuman Goddess strength. “Ahh, so cute Ka-Ka, teehee!” said Goddess Rhena. She wiggled her asscheeks, letting the fart fully settle while she held me for another five seconds. Then, she dropped me and I puked profusely onto my carpet. “Oh that’s good, Eric! Do you think you can do that on the actual shoot? We may need to make some fake vomit.” PPPPLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRR! I passed out in another mess I had to clean up. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I awoke to a fierce pounding on my door. My head was spinning..this certainly wasn’t helping. Goddess Rhena seemed to be gone, thank christ. I opened up the door, too high on fart fumes to assess who it might be or why I should care. “What the fuck is going on in here Eric? Jesus christ!” I sighed...great, Sal the landlord. “Smells like someone fucking died in here! Is that puke?” “Yeah, sorry I just-” Sal held up his hand. “I don’t wanna know, I don’t care. You get your stuff and you're out. By tonight!” He took one last whiff of Goddess Rhena’s anal destruction before shaking his head and stomping away. I was out by 7, driving with my shit packed up in the car. There was no room to sleep in this hunk of junk. My parents wouldn’t be welcoming me home with open arms. Maybe I should just crash this thing into a ravine. Where was a desperate, pathetic fartboy to go? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The suicidal thoughts came back when Goddess Rhena opened her front door. Here she was, a big smile on her gorgeous face, those fat fart knocker tucked in some pink pajamas and a cup of hot coco ready for the winter. PPPLLLLLLBBBBBBRRRTT! “Ahh, I love those chocolate farts!” was how she chose to greet me. “Happy Holidays, Eric! How can I help you?” I tried to continue past the rank smell she emitted. “Listen, I know you’re paying me as ‘Directorial Assistant’ and I...appreciate it…” BBBBLLLLOOOPPPTTT! She simply stood there, a sassy hand leaning against the doorpost as she tooted in the breeze. Here I was complimenting the meager salary she had paying for my shitty apartment and my shitty food and my shitty life...but I digress. “I had a realization that...I’d be a better employee if I...interned in more relevant work environments and…” Goddess Rhena turned around-nonaggressive. She only bent down to set the coca on the floor, maybe address me better. Tears welled up as I saw those big meaty cheeks push the fabric to its full potential. I lost it. I knelt into her buttcheeks, tears swept up amongst the soft fabric wrapped around the big soft booty. I took big whiffs, bawling my eyes like a baby. I felt 14 again, wanting to be with this gassy, gorgeous Goddess. BBBBBBBBLLLUUURRRBBBTTTT! A big milky fart shook her gargantuan asscheeks; now I was sniveling and sniffing and trying to regain my composure. She sighed, pressing my face into her backside. “Shhh, it’s okay Eric, it’s okay. You always have a place with Goddess Rhena. Sniff.” FFFFLLLLAAPPOOOOORRRRTTT! Of course I sniffed the cheesy fart, with the only backsass being my reddened throat coughing against her. “Of course I’ll have to dock some of your pay for living expenses….” she said. I nodded along her crack and she seemed satisfied, propping me out her booty. She closed the door behind her. “Eric, I’m going to go take a dump. A large one.” BBBLLLLLAAATTTT! “Go get a pair of three-ply toilet paper. Downstairs in the cabin closet. Oh and Eric…”. She pulled down her pants, revealing a gleaming white booty against the side of my cheek. “Welcome home.” BBBBBBBBBLLLLLLOOOUUUPPPPTTTTT! I didn’t need to cry anymore...her raunchy, dry fart air wiped away any tears I could produce. |
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