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Mark's Mishaps Warning! Read First!: This story contains big women, small men, bad smells, dirty things, unclean behinds, farts, some scat, and other various horrors. If you are not interested in one or all of these topics, then perhaps you should be careful in continuing from this point. I am not responsible for any mental harm that might come to you, from here. Mark sighed, heavily, the plastic bags hanging from his arms making little crinkling sounds as he struggled to get his keys out. He had just gotten back from buying groceries for his apartment, and felt a bit of a knot in his stomach as he unlocked the door, and pulled it open, slowly, arms laden with heavy bags of food. He wrinkled his nose as the warm, stale, unpleasant stench of body odor gushed out of the open doorway in an invisible cloud of smell. Mark slowly walked inside. “S-Sweetie? I’m hooommee…” he called, as he set down the seven or eight bags in the tiny kitchen of the small apartment, waiting for his girlfriend, Cindy, to show herself. Unsurprisingly, she stepped out of the bathroom and, to his dismay, was holding his iPad in her greasy hands, as she walked out. Cindy smiled sweetly at her boyfriend, giggling. “Marky, Sweetie, I missed you SOOO much!” she said, with a cute little smile, tossing his expensive device onto the couch, running over to hug him. Her thick, strong arms easily lifted the much-shorter man off the ground, making him squeak a little as she hugged him tight. Cindy was a large woman, in many senses. Besides having a bubbly and buoyant personality that could charm a whole room of people at once, she stood a good deal over six feet in height, dwarfing her rather short boyfriend, Mark, by nearly two feet. Her huge chest, a firm, bouncy E-cup, was barely held in check by a too-small bra, and a thin, white tube top. On this particular day, she was still wearing only her white panties and, despite all his other feelings at the moment, he couldn’t help but feel quite a tingle of excitement at the sight…although it was quickly and swiftly put down when he noticed the smell. Cindy was very kind and sweet, but tended to be a little oblivious at times….which was to say, all times, every day, forever. She often put mark through things he disliked, very much, because it never occurred to her to wonder if he enjoyed it or not; once she got it in her head that he liked something, he could never bring himself to dispel her illusion. Sometimes this meant being dragged through events and stores he didn’t want to go to(he still remembered, with dread, the day she had somehow become convinced he wanted to wear women’s underwear and dragged him into a lingerie store, and made him ask a clerk how to find his size in panties), and sometimes she would become convinced of more….private things about him. But all that was besides one other major flaw of Cindy’s: She stunk. Cindy bathed very infrequently, and didn’t seem to notice, or care, about her poor hygiene. She smelled very bad, almost all the time. She was a curvy girl, but had once been very overweight, and combated her heavyset nature with intense workouts, every single day, so often times the entire small, one-bedroom apartment was heavy with the warm, thick smell of her workouts. On top of her bad washing habits, she had become so comfortable with Mark, as her boyfriend, that she didn’t consider anything too private for him to be around for… even if he did. He often burped and farted in front of or around him, and went on with what they were doing, without even excusing herself, let alone checking if Mark cared. The thing that made him cringe most often was that she had recently stopped closing the door when she used the bathroom, and he got to smell her healthy, high-fiber diet, every day. Often, several times a day. “A-Ah! H-Hi Cindy…” mark mumbled, as his brown-haired head was hugged firmly to his Amazonian girlfriend’s huge, soft breasts. He slipped his arms around her, hugging her gently, and she smiled. “Oh, I missed you SOOOOO much…!” she said, sweetly. “I did a nice three mile jog on the treadmill while you were gone.” Mark wrinkled his nose, as his girlfriend’s sweaty pits assaulted his nose, and her breasts and stomach smeared her sweat into his clothes. “A-Ah…I can tell…” “Aww, you’re so sweet! You really think I look good, huh?” she asked, pulling away, and turning her behind to him, posing her big rear end. He had been referring to the smell, but as she stuck her big, soft ass toward him, covered only by a thin slip of white cloth that hadn’t been eaten by her cheeks, he couldn’t help but agree with her, eyes locked on the soft mounds. He nodded, silently, a doofy grin on his face. “Oooh…I know that smile…” she whispered. “Someone wants to fool around a little!” she said, grabbing the front of his shirt, and dragging him, roughly, toward the bedroom, ignoring his squeak of protest about putting the groceries away. As he was dragged past the bathroom, he almost gagged, the fume wafting from it making him cover his nose. He wished he could walk in and flush the toilet, as he was ragged by, and right into the bedroom, tossed, immediately, on the queen sized bed. Cindy licked her lips, crawling on top of him, her long, blond ponytail falling over her shoulder, and tickling at his face. “Mmm…I-I’ve been so horny allllllll day…” she whispered, rubbing and stroking his chest, gently, with both hands. He was torn between intense excitement at her intimate fondling and lusty voice…and disgust at the smell still coming from the bathroom. “P-Please close the door…” he whimpered, gulping gently, as she rubbed and stroked his chest, starting to undo his pants as he spoke. “Ooh…You’re ready to get right to it…All right, cutie…” she whispered, getting up and moving to close the door, letting her thighs wiggle and shake, the firm, powerful legs swaying and wiggling as she closed the door, and turn turned back around, reaching down to strip her tank top off. “If you’re not naked when I get my shirt off, I’m gonna tear those clothes right off you, little man…” she whispered, licking her lips. For some people, that might have sounded like a very short deadline, but Mark smiled as She began to same old struggle against her own clothing, fidgeting, wriggling, and wrestling with her shirt, making her body jiggle and wiggle, and making mark smile at how adorable she could be. Almost five minutes after he had stripped right down to nothing, she finally got her shirt off, with a gasp of relief, tossing the sweaty garment to the corner with a sigh. Mark frowned as it hit the floor with a wet plop. Cindy pulled her bra off as she crawled onto the bed, sitting right in his lap, her weight gently pushing down on his swollen manhood, pushing it down, making him moan, softly. “Mmm…” she moaned, as she exposed her flawless, huge breasts, and gently bent down, starting by letting Mark touch her chest. Mark’s hands began to rub, squeeze, and grope her chest, lovingly and skillfully, as she gave soft, sweet moans and squeaks. Mark had come to love this part of their lovemaking the most, for a few reasons. First, despite what his girlfriend had become convinced of, he was more of a breast guy then a butt man, and enjoyed her breasts intensely. He wasn’t sure when she had decided he loved asses most, and while he did like them, her chest was defiantly his favorite. Second, this was one of the last things they usually did in bed before she started performing all the strange positions and activities she had convinced herself her boyfriend loved so much, many of which he hated horribly. As if to punctuate his nervous thoughts, she suddenly pulled her breasts away from his hands, leaving him feeling quite deprived, and licked her lips, picking herself up, turning around, and sitting her huge rear right on his chest. Mark nearly gagged at the smell of her sweaty behind, drops of sweat rolling off her huge cheeks, onto his chest. Her behind was several inches wider then his shoulders were, as she wiggled and rubbed her soft cheeks on his chest. With a sigh of resignation, he reached up and began to grope her sweaty, gross behind, trying his best to hold his breath for most of the time. She moaned, loudly, as he touched her. “Mmm….That’s my little butt lover…” she whispered, lustily. “I know how much you enjoy my behind…So I wanted to…Try something a little new, today…” she whispered, lustily, over her shoulder. Mark paled a little, with fear. “A-Ah…Okay, sweetie…w-what….what is it y-you want try…?” he asked, sweetly. She smiled widely, and scooted her behind back on his chest. “Mmm…You know how much you love pleasuring me orally, right, Mark…?” she asked, giggling slightly. Mark didn’t. He never really liked the act very much, but had never been able to convince her, even after coming right out and telling her. She had thought he was joking. “Y…Yes, dear…” was all he said, already not liking the direction of her thinking. “Mmm….And I know how much you ADORE my ass…” she whispered, lifting hr ass up off hi chest. Mark wanted to scream. “Um…C-Cindy, y-you….W-What are you…g-getting at…?” he asked, fearfully, praying she wasn’t going where he thought she was. Slowly, Cindy crawled off him and stood at the foot of the bed, facing him, slipping her panties down. They plopped to the floor with a wet squish, and she stepped out of them, toward him. “I’m gonna let you put that sweet little tongue of yours to work on my big, luscious behind…” she whispered. Mark choked on a gag at the very thought, and sat up sharply. “C-Cindy, N-No…! I-I…I really…D-Don’t want to…” “I know you don’t want to make me uncomfortable in bed, but TRUST me, I’m more then okay with this!” she said, ignoring his further whimpers, as she pushed his shoulders down. As she forced him onto his back, he noticed the thick, brown stains in her white panties, and his eyes bulged. “A-Ah, Cindy, wait, you forgot to wimmmph!” he screamed, his girlfriend not even listening as she plopped her huge, thick behind right on his face. Immediately he was engulfed, not just in sweaty, pale flesh, but also in a thick, foul, horrific stench. Cindy moaned, loudly, rubbing he sweaty, unclean cheeks on hr boyfriend’s face, smearing it with sweat, and much worse things, as she leaned forward, pressing her breasts into his member, gently, rubbing and fondling it as she fored his face between her cheeks. As disgusted as he was, and as much as he wished he could stop it, his manhood started to grow quite firm and hard against her breasts, as she rubbed and touched it, lovingly, smearing his face with the unpleasant leftovers of her last meal, still clinging to her ass. Nearly ten minutes of “foreplay” later, he suddenly heard Cindy gasp out in shock, sitting up right on his face. “O-Oh god, look how dirty those panties are! GASP! I-I forgot to wipe myself…!” she cried, covering her mouth. Mark wanted to sob with relief, relaxing a little, expecting her to get off him and clean herself up. Instead, he felt her hands rubbing his chest, gently. “O-Oh mark…I…I didn’t know you, uh…Liked that kind of…Dirty stuff…” she whispered, and he went rigid, and pale, as he realized he still had quite a throbbing erection. He tried to protest, but his cries were far too muffled by her behind, as he struggled and kicked. “Hehehe….No need to be embarrassed, lovely…If you’re a naughty boy with dirty tastes….I’m more than happy to provide for all your dirty, messy fantasies…” she whispered. Slowly she picked up of mark, and he took the opportunity not to scream, but to gasp in fresh air desperately, his burning, tortured nose sucking in fresh air lovingly. He made the wrong choice. Cindy spread her behind with a wet, sticky sound that made mark shudder with horror, as she revealed just HOW filthy her behind still was, and he realized he had been in heaven for what was coming, as he saw how much filth and waste was still smeared all over her. He realized he must have came in when she was still mid-dump, and before he could even squeak, and squished her filthy, twitching hole right onto his mouth and nose. She leaned down, pushing her body weight on him, so he couldn’t kick or even struggle, and he refused to open his mouth to scream, tears rolling down his cheeks. His senses were tortured by the thick, reeking stench of the unclean butt, her diet making her produce smells no human should be able to make. She moaned, and giggled, rubbing her huge ass on his face, moaning. “Y-You like that, you filthy, filthy boy…?” she moaned, gently, making him do everything he could to kick, struggle, an buck. Cindy blushed a little, and giggled. “Ooh….y-you wanna play like that…? Mmm…I’ll play along with your game, love…” she whispered, grinding her ass on him. Mark went pale as his girlfriend came to the conclusion that he was PRETENING to be suffering and wanting to escape. Her strong hand grabbed his testes, firmly, and she pushed her filthy behind against him harder. “All right, my little ass slave…” she whispered, forcefully. “Either get licking, or I’m going to punish you…” she whispered, squeezing them a little. He sobbed a little. Cindy could bench press twice her weight. He didn’t want her squeezing his balls. So, with no other options, he began to lick her, gently. The taste had been a blessing next to the rotten, rancid taste of her ass, as he licked her slowly. Cindy moaned, loudly. “T-That’s a god little bitch…” she hissed, stroking his member instead, as he licked and lapped at her hole. She gave several long, sultry moans, then suddenly, started to giggle, shifting her weight around a little as he licked her. “Mmm…Here, have a little fresh air, ass slave…” she whispered, giggling, and suddenly, her belly gurgled, then… Pppffffffffttttthhh! Mark screamed into her ass as she passed gas, right in his face, gagging an retching on the hot, dry fart that multiplied the stink of his fleshy torture chamber by ten. She giggled, and bounced on him, suddenly grabbing his junk, painfully. “Keep licking! If you stop for even one more second, without me commanding you, I’m twisting these things.” She said, threateningly. Mark sobbed, and tried desperately not to breath as he continued licking. Pffth, Pbbblllt, Pffflllbbblt! More, smaller farts began to slip out of her as he licked and lapped at her ass, making her giggle and moan with each one, the gasses making him grow weaker, his kicks and struggles getting smaller and less intense. She went on, sitting on his face, farted for nearly thirty minutes before a long, sinister gurgle echoed inside her bowels. “Oooh…H-hehehehe…W-Well, my filthy, perverted little ass slave…I-I’m glad you like such dirty play, because i-it’s about to get a LOT dirtier…” she whimpered, making Mark’s eyes bulge. He felt her very strong fingers reach down to his mouth, and force it wide open, painfully wide, making his jaw creak slightly, before suddenly sitting her hole firmly on his mouth, her hole forcing his mouth to stay open, as her weight pressed on his chin. He couldn’t close his mouth, as he found his lips wrapped around her hole. He was too weak, at that point even to kick, so he just screamed. All his girlfriend heard and felt was a cute squeak, and his tongue and lips caressing her hole. She groaned, pushing her hands on her belly. “Mmm…I hope you enjoy my lunch, sweetie…I did, when I ate it…” she said, giggling. “But uh…you might be doing a little less…eating…if you know what I mean!”: she said, playfully, and let loose a lot, wet fart right in his mouth, ending with a soft, wet squirt of liquid waste, making him want to vomit. Suddenly, her hole let loose, a storm of waste flowing out of her. He had no choice. He could either drink down the horrendous stuff, or drown under his girlfriend, as her toilet. He gulped and chugged the chunky, mushy waste, as fast as he could, his girlfriend moaning loudly, and lovingly, as he did. Sssppppllllfft! Ppppffffbbblt! Fffffflllrrrrrrsspplllt! Long, wet bursts and squirts of waste filled his mouth over and over with solid, liquid, and gaseous horror, over and over, as she relieved herself for what felt to Mark like hours and hours, but was only just under an hour. The huge girl went slow, enjoying every single second of using her human toilet, oblivious to how desperately he wished it would end. Finally, he slipped into blessed unconsciousness, and she climbed off him, leaving him with a mouthful of liquid waste. Cindy giggled, patting her boyfriend’s head, covering him in the dirty blankets of the bed, helping him swallow the last mouthful in his sleep. “Mmm…You make the best toilet, mark…” she whispered, to his passed out form. “I’m going to go make myself dinner…And start cooking yours…” she said, patting her belly, with a giggle. “I think I’m gonna use you EVERY time I have to go…!” she said, walking out with a loud, cute giggle. Even unconscious, mark frowned and let out a tiny, weak whimper. End. |
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