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Natalie's Naughty Night with Leon WARNING, WARNING, PLEASE READ: This story contains mature themese, strong use of fart, toilet, and scatalogical humor and directly mentions and describes a human anus at least once. If any of this offends or bothers you, please don't continue reading. Leon was lost in a daze. Everything was black and indistinct, and he felt like he was floating in the darkness of his unconsciousness, getting only tiny flashes of conscious perception. He vaguely remembered throwing up all over the ground, and he had hazy impressions of being picked up and carried into a building. He started to really get his bearings when he was lowered into some water. He slowly opened his dry, heavy eyes to look around, trying to get an idea of where he was. The room he found himself in was a huge and beautifully decorated bathroom, and he realized he was currently floating in an equally huge bathtub; Natalie’s bathtub, he quickly decided. The tub was full of hot water and thick, soapy suds of some kind of bubble bath. The room was painted a deep, dark red and lit dimly, with the windows all covered by thick curtains of dark brown. The room was quiet, and Leon was alone in the tub. Leon’s first action when he regained consciousness was to get a mouthful of the soapy water, gargle it, then eagerly swallow it; Natalie had clearly taken a lot of time and care to gently and lovingly wash the short young man, but she hadn’t brushed his teeth. Leon shuddered as he gulped down the soapy water with a sigh of relief, and slowly climbed out of the tub. At the foot of the tub, Leon found some clothes and a towel, and he quickly dried himself off. He felt a little embarrassed as he put the “clothes” on, which consisted only of a white, thin robe that barely stretched low enough to cover his thighs. Grumbling to himself about finding his own clothing, he moved to leave the bathroom, having to stretch to reach the door knob to the bathroom, before pulling the door open. Leon began to slowly and quickly wander the hallways of what he assumed was Natalie’s home. The building was very large, like a mansion, and was all finely decorated and beautiful. It seemed like a place owned by someone with a lot of money, to say the least. The short, blond young man wandered for a while, until he started to hear the sounds of a television. He quietly rounded a corner, and found himself looking at the back of a couch. Sitting on the couch was Natalie, her shoulders wrapped in rose-red silk and her dark hair splayed around those same shoulders. She was leaning back on the large couch, staring forward at a tremendous television that took up most of the far wall. Leon slowly wandered around to the front of the couch, looking up at the huge television. As he rounded it, the huge beauty of a woman gasped with delight. “Ah, Leon! You’re awake!” she said, eagerly sitting up. She was wearing a robe of red silk, much like his robe in length, the cloth coming to a stop about halfway down her thigh. It left very little to the imagination, both at its bottom, and higher up, as most of her ample, dark cleavage spilled out, the very edges of her pink bra visible. As she sat up, he caught sight of her pink underpants as well, but he didn’t see them long as he was yanked off his feet by the titanic woman, and his face was quickly buried in her chest, her strong arms hugging him tight. “Ah, Leon, it is so good to see you up and walking about!” She said eagerly, as she squeezed the short man tightly. “Ah, I hope you’re feeling better after your nap!” she said, squeezing him a bit tighter. “Mmhph…!” Leon squeaked, as she smothered him, wriggling in her arms as she squeezed him tight. The tall woman’s only response was a wide, playful smile as she settled back on the couch. “Don’t worry, Leon. We can get to your duties and tasks once my movie is over, for now just relax.” She said warmly, stroking his head. Leon grunted, fidgeting a little with annoyance, but after a few moments, he just decided to settle down and enjoy what he had, staring into a cleavage he could get lost in, and one he was already halfway in the process of GETTING lost in. Whatever movie Natalie was watching was in another language, and Leon just had to sit and listen. Occasionally, he would hear Natalie’s innards making soft noises, but for the most part he just relaxed while he could. Leon began to feel a bit of tension as time went by, as any number of scenarios played out in his head, each worse than the last. The way his luck had been going lately, he really wasn’t sure what to expect, but he was expecting something pretty bad. After about an hour, the movie came to an end, and Natalie sighed, happily, squeezing Leon with a bright smile before releasing him, setting him back down on the ground at her feet, leaving him a little dazed, and just staring up at her. “Mmm….So Leon…I have many tasks I would love for you to perform for me…” She said in a low, lusty tone that made Leon’s robes stir a little, prompting the blond young man to press his legs together a little. “But…before we can get to the ones you will like, I need you to help me with something…” She said, sliding a finger down Leon’s cheek and onto his chin. He nodded, dumbly, eyes wide as he stared up at her. “Mmm…such a good boy.” She said, licking her lips gently. “Ah…you see, one of my bathrooms, my personal restroom upstairs, is out of order…and I need you to get it working correctly…all right?” Leon nodded, eyes lost in the deep valley of her cleavage, barely even listening. “Mmm…good…because I will need to use it soon, and I need it in working order by then….” She said, stroking his cheek. Suddenly, she flipped him around and gave his behind a firm pat, sending him stumbling a bit. “Get to it, cutie!” She said with a girlish giggle. Leon rubbed his forehead as he walked, sighing heavily as he started to cool down a bit. He had expected a lot worse than unclogging a toilet, given the kind of things Sheila had forced him to do, so he was feeling pretty eager to get it over with and find out what other things Natalie had in mind for him. It had been a pretty long time since he’d been with a woman, in the intimate sense. The diminutive blond quickly located Natalie’s bedroom, and as he walked through it, he couldn’t help but bite his lip, excitement swelling. Her bed was fit for a queen, a massive, red silk affair that he just wanted to throw himself on. Her bed table was covered with bottles of exotic scented oils, and very suggestive and intimate undergarments littered the floor around her bed. He walked past all that with a growing sense of excitement, and passed through a doorway in the back of the room, and into Natalie’s personal bathroom. The first thing Leon noticed about her room was how small it was. Compared to every other room and item in her whole house, it was odd that her personal bathroom was a sort of large cubicle with just a toilet, sink, and mirror in it. The second thing he noticed was the size of the toilet, which was a gigantic, steel bowl, larger that any toilet he’d ever seen. “Although”, he thought to himself, “Natalie is larger than any woman I’ve seen, so I guess I’m not too surprised.” The third thing he noticed was the smell, which hit him like a bus, and sent him stumbling back from the doorway, coughing and wiping at his watering eyes. Leon had to leave the door open for almost ten minutes before he could even stomach entering the room, and he quickly approached the toilet. The toilet was very high, and he found the seat was at the same height as his shoulders. He had to get up on his toes to look in, and saw that the toilet had a very low water level, and the inside of the bowl was splattered, caked, and stained with Natalie’s used meals of days past. Leon groaned, looking around the room for whatever tools he had. He found a toilet brush, but it was so overused and worn out, it had barely any bristles left, and smelled as bad as the bowl. He had to take a pair of rags and a too-small plunger as his only weapons. After soaking the rags with some cleaner under the sink, Leon climbed onto the bowl, and started to reach down inside, scrubbing the insides of the bowl as much as he could. The steel bowl was a lot deeper than he thought, and he quickly realized that to clean it effectively OR to unclog it, he’d need to climb in. Steeling himself as best he could, he slipped inside the bowl, feet splashing quietly in the dirty water. Leon gritted his teeth as he started to scrub at the bowl as hard as he could, but even as he did he could tell the plunger would be nowhere near good enough for the problems plaguing this toilet, mostly because it was just too tiny to be of any use. As he was getting down to finishing the cleaning, having trouble scrubbing out the worst areas of the bowl, he heard the sounds of Natalie throwing her bedroom door open. He blinked a little, as he heard, and felt, her loud, thundering footfalls approaching him, and she quickly came into view, towering over the toilet, looking distressed. When she saw him, her distress became anger and frustration. “Leon!” she yelled, angrily, putting her hands on her hips. “I sent you up here nearly an HOUR ago, I thought you’d be DONE by now!” She said, a clear anger and irritation in her voice. “A-Ah, I’m sorry Natalie, I’m really trying, but I’m going to need better st-“ Leon’s eyes widened. “N-Natalie, wait, please! I-I’ll do better, I just… I-I only n-need a LITTLE more t-“ Leon was cut off by Natalie, but not by her words this time. Her body gave a very loud, intense growl of discomfort as she hovered her rump over the toilet before… PFFFFFFFFFFBBBBBLLLLLLBBBTBTBTBTBBpbpbbpbpbpbbtbtbtbtblllpp! A torrent of hot, moist, and painfully foul air filled the small space Leon had to breathe in, and his eyes burned from the smell as he started to cough and gag. “I’m sorry, Leon, b-but…but you just won’t learn your lesson if I don’t punish you…” Natalie said, looking like she didn’t want to. She chewed her lip. “B-Besides…The reason I needed you to do this is because this is the only toilet in the house I can use…” She didn’t give the coughing, gagging young man a chance to respond, quickly dropping her panties, and plopping down heavily on the bowl. Leon’s eyes bulged with terror as he struggled to breath, coughing from the previous emission, and quickly threw both his hands up against Natalie with the futile hope that he could throw her off the toilet. His hands sunk into her soft flesh a little, and then just stopped him dead. Natalie cried out in surprise at the sudden attack, and the shock made her slip, and her behind let loose with a loud, intense string of farts. Natalie groaned in intense relief as she relaxed herself above Leon. Her first two farts were hot, moist, and suffocating, heating up Leon’s prison, but her third transformed halfway from a fart to a lot more, her hole flexing and spewing her watery waste right in Leon’s face. Leon’s eyes closed tight, and he started to hack and cough, choking on the stench and gagging from the sensation of her relieving herself on him. He put both hands on his throat, hacking and coughing, eyes dribbling with tears as he looked up at Natalie’s behind…which he quickly realized was a huge mistake. Natalie’s brown behind opened up and let out a hot, bubbling waterfall of whatever she had for lunch. Leon was in a unique position to guess exactly what that was as his mouth was hit with a spray of sludge with the force of a hose, filling his mouth and nose with the waste as Natalie let loose. Natalie practically moaned, as she started to void her bowels in earnest, panting with exertion and relief. Her behind barely let up for a second, unloading what felt like gallons of waste right on Leon, who was struggling between spitting waste out, and getting more gushed into his mouth as Natalie continued to unload a seemingly unending torrent of hot, soupy feces on the poor young man-turned-servant. He was pretty sure she had eaten some kind of spicy seafood. Leon was quickly drenched with the gooey feces, and the waste began to fill the bowl quickly. It was filled to about a third capacity before Leon was finally given a short moment of reprieve. He coughed, spit, and hacked from under Natalie, and tried to formulate a plea for a mercy to yell up at her. All he managed was a long, girlish squeak. Natalie sat on the toilet, soaked in sweat and clutching her belly in intense discomfort. “A-Ah…E-Even if I wanted to let you off the hook Leon, I am nowhere near done…and there’s nowhere else for me to go…so just take your punishment…p-please…” She groaned. Before Leon could say anything else, Natalie grunted cutely, and her behind opened up once again. Natalie’s hole flexed, and began to unload thick, sputtering gobs of waste like a horse’s dung. Heavy, thick, sludgy waste that was thicker and heavier than before plopped out of her, with nowhere the land but squarely on Leon with soft sounds of gas escaping with the bubbly, thick, pudding-like waste. Leon was horrified to find the smell was growing MORE horrible than before as Natalie’s behind continued to flow with heavy, plopping waste. With every tiny emission, another huge, thick glob of waste poured out, slowly becoming more solid as relieved herself more and more of her waste plopped right on Leon’s head, in his desperate, gasping mouth, and any other orifice it could find. It was a long few minutes of nearly continuous squeaking, plopping emissions of gas and feces that quickly filled the bowl to chest height, then as high as Leon’s shoulders as he was submerged on a pool of thick, human feces. As the filth reached that height, Natalie took another long pause, her hole stained and quivering from the intensity of her emissions. “A-Ah…o-oh goodness gracious, th-that feels so much better…” She whispered, heavily, her whole body dripping and glistening with sweat from the intensity of her movement. Leon looked straight up into her hole, face sticky with globs and smears of her feces, with a look of desperate hope, but he nearly sobbed as she wiggled on the seat, let out a tiny, squeaky fart right in his face, and said “A-Ah…I’ll be done pretty soon…” Leon gulped nervously, his head centered right below her hole, and he couldn’t lower himself or change positions to try and avoid it, due to the fullness of the bowl. He could only watch as her hole flexed, letting out a long, moist fart that made his eyes burn and his lungs wheeze, before her hole began to let out a very thick, slow and continuous log of waste. At first he thought it was solid, but as it fell around him, and directly on him, it smushed and deformed, like soft-serve ice cream oozing from her behind. The fumes coming off her excrement were steadily growing worse, making Leon choke and gag constantly as he struggled to breathe through the intensely think, hot, suffocating stench of her waste. Her feces filled the bowl higher and higher, and Leon got more and more desperate as the tiny, tainted bubble of air got smaller and smaller, until he literally was face to face with her hole, have to press his mouth within an inch of it. He clamped his lips tightly shut, as she let out a long fart, and another thick, soft blob of poo, forcing him to press his mouth right against her hole to even breathe. Natalie gasped, her cheeks quickly reddening and a shy, cute smile playing across her face. “O-oooh, L-Leon…” she groaned chewing her lip. “I-if you are trying t-to get on my good side, you have p-picked a very g-good route” she moaned, rubbing her hole against his face a little. Leon whimpered, trying to open his mouth and say something up to her, but as he did she pushed down a little, and his mouth was pushed flush against her sticky, filthy, dripping hole. “A-AHH! O-Ohhhhh! L-Leon, you…n-naughty boy…I-I love it!” she moaned, shuddering. “B-But I’m not quite done…S-So you may wish t-to move a little…” She said, timidly. Leon, having only one tiny bubble to breath in, COULDN’T move without suffocating, sobbing weakly to himself with his mouth wrapped around her anus. Natalie blinked, then let out a low, shy giggle. “O-Ohhh…I see how it is…” She said playfully. “You dirty boy…I never thought you actually LIKED all this! You are such a good actor!” She said, playfully. “Well don’t worry, my cute little servant…Let me finish your “punishment”, and we’ll go have some more fun…” She said, lovingly, wiggling her dirty hole a little more, making sure Leon had nowhere to go. Natalie’s hole flexed, and Leon could only wait as she loosed a long, hot blast of gas into his mouth, and it was quickly followed by a long, thick mass of waste slithering into his mouth, with a long, deep groan of pleasure and relief from Natalie. Leon was trapped, with no option but to swallow, gulping down the soft, thick waste. He had to struggle to even keep up, gulping down fast as the titanic beauty unloaded her bowels directly into Leon’s mouth. Every time she paused in her bowel movement for even a moment, Leon begged any deity who might listen that she would finally be done, but every time his hopes were dashed as she flexed her hole, blasted a loud, bassy fart into him, and continued to unload more and more of her waste. After it felt like she had pumped twenty pounds of waste into his belly, Leon was too weak and dazed to even speak or smile when Natalie finally DID get up. She pulled off two tiny squares of toilet paper, giving her filthy, gigantic rear a tiny wipe, dropping the paper right beside Leon. She looked down at him, covering her mouth with a hand as she giggled. “Aw, you are so cute…and dirty…” she said, with a giggle down at him. “Mmm…Well, my little Leon…I’ll save the rest of this little mess, all for you…” She said, shaking her dirty behind. Leon wanted to whimper, tell her that’s not what he wanted, anything! But all that escaped his mouth was a tiny, girly squeak which made Natalie laugh a little. “Mmm…But we cannot get to that until you finish fixing my toilet…Although now there’s no rush on the task…” She said with a sigh of relief. Leon blinked, unsure what she meant, when she suddenly lowered the toilet seat, covering the entire opening of the bowl. He blinked up at the closed toilet lid, as he heard Natalie walk away, and then return. There was a loud, heavy thump on the lid. “Ah…there….that should keep you in while I go rest for a bit...” She said, warmly. Leon summoned the tiny bit of strength he had left to reach up and push at the lid, and found it heavily weighted by something, and he let out a weak whimper. He heard Natalie’s voice from outside, as he lay there, up to his eyes in thick, gooey, bubbling, reeking human waste. “Don’t worry Leon. We can have more fun like this, once you manage to get the toilet working! Until then, I might go have something to eat…Mm, I wonder if I have any of those fish tacos left over…” PFffbbllrt. |
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